There's never any trouble for me to find some kind of trouble.

[theshameofcain]

For an Angel of Knowledge, Bambi Dalton fails at getting things gone in a timely fashion, but this isn't entirely her fault as it is the fault of her nature. She realized that for being as far down on the totem pole as she was, going into Torchwood with what little she knew might bring the Organization into the light, but, hell, they'd do that on

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[killwithmymind]

It's been on Nagi's to do list for a while that he needs to get himself some correct papers. And by correct, he really means multiple sets. And by get, he means make them himself.

So why is he going to the local forger? Because he believes in trying to do things the easy way first. He doesn't think he'll get to do things the easy way, but that's never stopped him before.

So he wanders into Bambi's shop. Unless she greets him right away, he's going to poke at the books first. He hates starting conversations since so many people assume that means he wants to talk. Yuck.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi is not the sort who wants to talk. It's possible that she's got a disdain for 'other people' as wide as Nagi's. She doesn't look up from her book when she addresses him.

"What's your poison, Peewee? I'm a busy woman."

No one comes into this shop to look at the books, especially not when they're wanderers. She may be laying on her wings, but they're out. It's a paranoia thing.

[killwithmymind]

Nagi actually would get a few books if any of the stuff here is for kids. He still keeps track of Serena because he's a masochist or something.

"You don't look very busy. You look like you're slacking off." Nagi doesn't bat an eye at the wings being out. He's probably been at the Gauche for too long or something.

[theshameofcain]

"Observant and snarky," Bambi remarks, dogearing the page (even though it pains some Angel of Knowledge sensibility in her head) and putting the book somewhere behind her.

She sits up and spreads her wings a bit and crosses one leg daintily over the other. "Now, we can sit here and bitch at each other, and, really, kid, I can go all day, but I wouldn't want you to miss your cartoons." She digs in her pocket for a cigarette and her lighter and lights up, letting that sink in for a second or two before adding, "Or we could cut the bullshit and you can tell me what you want."

[sinsofskin]

"You'd think that with all the money we put into this, someone would have set up a mail-order system," calls a rather self-satisfied and high-ranking voice Bambi may or may not want to worry about. A moment later Leona wanders around to Bambi's line of sight, trailing a finger along the spines of whatever books happen to be at hand height. She stops at the edge of one shelf, clear in Bambi's view, and continues without looking at her "I'll take a copy of Les Liaisons dangereuses, the earlier the better. Oh, and a set of French documents for a friend of mine. I have all the information right here."

She gestures to a rather large purse at her side.

[theshameofcain]

And Bambi's up off her couch in a matter of seconds, the book getting tossed carelessly off somewhere. Yeah, the last thing she wanted right now was one of the high-ranking Organization members to come knocking on her door.

"Right," she mutters, moving to poke around the shelves to see if she can find the book, if only because it keeps her from looking at Leona. "I'll see what I can do. Thank God, my French hasn't gone to shit like my German."

That was an incident she never wants to repeat again.

[sinsofskin]

If it helps, Bambi? Leona, while one damn canny bitch, is not onto your scent trail. She's got others. Though she is still amused at her ability to make the local angels jump - hell, with her calling, by rights she should be killing her.

Pity that job's taken.

"The import business," Leona says, as though Bambi wanted to know why she needs these particular papers at all. "All that bureaucracy. Don't know how you keep your head around it." She smiles after Bambi, though it's the sort of smile cats would give to caged rats. ...it's entirely possible that sometimes Leona makes personal visits just to watch people scramble.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi, for an Angel of Knowledge, does not have the innate desire to Know Things. The more you know in this business, the more you're likely to get in trouble. Not that she's already in trouble, but that's Flagg and Sir Fox-A-Lot's bag, not Leona's. Leona freaks her right the fuck out.

"Guess it has something to do with me being an Angel of Knowledge," she responds, still snide as ever, even if she is spooked. Bambi doesn't let a little thing like fear keep her from being bitchy.

She finds the book and walks over, offering it up with a deadpan expression. "Second edition, okay?"

The bookstore, for all that no one actually comes there to look at books, does boast a rather impressive collection. Possibly that's why it does- no one bothers to assume that a front for a forging operation took the time to have decent and rare books.