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Deadlines and new friends

“Okay! Ah! Something pricked me!” He said and growled softly, taking out a hanker chief to wipe it before muttering a healing spell which conjured up a pink spell circle around that finger while he kept on searching for a perfect her. When he did find it, he breathed a sigh of relief and put it along with the other things he had acquired in a basket.

Christy heard the growl but figured it was just him so she continued to read, Justin came out and put the newly made luck charms into their spot. Glancing at Tydus while he past him, the empath giving him a quick mental read

Deadlines and new friends

“Okay! Ah! Something pricked me!” He said and growled softly, taking out a hanker chief to wipe it before muttering a healing spell which conjured up a pink spell circle around that finger while he kept on searching for a perfect her. When he did find it, he breathed a sigh of relief and put it along with the other things he had acquired in a basket.

Christy heard the growl but figured it was just him so she continued to read, Justin came out and put the newly made luck charms into their spot. Glancing at Tydus while he past him, the empath giving him a quick mental read

Deadlines and new friends

A hooded figure had walked into the shop, playing down a parchment with a list of ingredients on the table. “I require these ingredients please. Posthaste if possible.” The hooded figure drawled on and stopped spreading entirely when they were done.

He took out some money from inside the cloak and set it down softly on the table, near her hand and smiled at her. “Much gratitude.” He said and took the bags of ingredients. “I’ll be sure to come back if I need more~” He said? Chuckling as he flipped his hood up with magic before leaving the shop.

“You’re welcome and of course, goodbye” she said cheerfully as she put the money away and she waved before walking back into the staff room to continue her own spell.

Tydus teleported back to the shop and looked around a little bit, doing so very quietly. He grabbed some ingredients that only an expert would know would create a powerful and very dark spell if made into a hex bag.

“What kind of phone do you have?” Chiara asked, she had a bunch of phone chargers in the staff room for this occasion “Oh well you aren’t too far, i can walk you to the station that’ll take you back to New York if you’d like?”

“Uhm…” She shoved her phone into her pocket a little bit further. “A dead one.” She left it at that. She was still a bit hungover, but at least she still had all her clothes, that was a plus. “Oh thank gods.” Nearly sighing in relief as she heard she wasn’t to far from Home. She, like alot of New Yorkers, looked down on New Jersey. “You don’t have to walk me, just.. point me in the right direction.”

“Hmm? oh alright, just thought i’d offer you a place to charge it” Chiara said before she grabbed a map from under the counter and grabbed a pen, drawing a line from the store to the station “So just follow this map and it’ll take you straight there, there’s trains every…6 minutes i believe so you won’t have to wait long. I hope you get home safe”

She rubbed her head again, the headache still pounding away, her short hair a bit wild looking as she ran her hand through it. This only managed to make it stand up even more than it already was. Her hand going to her pocket as she mumbled. “Fuck…” Searching her other pockets she groaned, letting her head fall back. No money, no wallet, no od.. no train pass. And her contacts were in her now dead phone. “So. ….. look, I kinda went out and got drunk last night, and I woke up in the park that’s next door and… I don’t have my wallet.. so, thanks.. I guess… but that means no trainride.”

Had she entered the twilight zone, she narrowed her eyes at the pair of them, her hand going back to her head, was she still dreaming. “Yeaaah…” The word lingered on for a moment to long, trying to get her brain to stop bouncing along the inside of her skull to focus on current events. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this in a horror movie somewhere… the drunk chick ends up dead….” Wait, did she say that out loud. “I mean.. why are you being nice to me?”

She couldn’t help but smile when the other busted out laughing, a snort leaving her as she covered her mouth with her hand. “Look, nobody wants something for free, and nobody ever just.. wants to be nice.. that’s my experience anyways.” She shrugged, her hands going into her pockets as she took a heavy breath. “I’m sorry I bothered you, I guess.. I can go.. I’ll figure something out.”

“Depends on what you need…oh of course! for a spell or potion?” Chiara asked moving out from behind the counter, quickly explaining the difference “We have fresher ones for spell while older ones for potions so they don’t counter any other herbs you may be using”

Lilith thought for a second. “Well, I think a potion would do just fine,” She hoped anyway. She had taken in a very sickly, older woman recently. She has seen this sickness before, but everything she tried hadn’t been working. Maybe it was the fact that the particular person was a much older woman was the reason behind the non-working treatment. “I tend to mess up on spells that aren’t in my area of expertise.”

“Potions it is then” She said before starting to move around the room, grabbing small zip locked bags with various healing herbs inside “What age is the person you’re giving the potion to?”

“Alright, so i’d say whatever potion your making should be mixed in with something for a older person. Giving them the potion straight might just be too much for their system to handle” She told the other as she grabbed a smudge stick and walked over to the counter, laying them out before gesturing for the customer to look over them

“Depends on what you need…oh of course! for a spell or potion?” Chiara asked moving out from behind the counter, quickly explaining the difference “We have fresher ones for spell while older ones for potions so they don’t counter any other herbs you may be using”

Lilith thought for a second. “Well, I think a potion would do just fine,” She hoped anyway. She had taken in a very sickly, older woman recently. She has seen this sickness before, but everything she tried hadn’t been working. Maybe it was the fact that the particular person was a much older woman was the reason behind the non-working treatment. “I tend to mess up on spells that aren’t in my area of expertise.”

“Potions it is then” She said before starting to move around the room, grabbing small zip locked bags with various healing herbs inside “What age is the person you’re giving the potion to?”

“What kind of phone do you have?” Chiara asked, she had a bunch of phone chargers in the staff room for this occasion “Oh well you aren’t too far, i can walk you to the station that’ll take you back to New York if you’d like?”

“Uhm…” She shoved her phone into her pocket a little bit further. “A dead one.” She left it at that. She was still a bit hungover, but at least she still had all her clothes, that was a plus. “Oh thank gods.” Nearly sighing in relief as she heard she wasn’t to far from Home. She, like alot of New Yorkers, looked down on New Jersey. “You don’t have to walk me, just.. point me in the right direction.”

“Hmm? oh alright, just thought i’d offer you a place to charge it” Chiara said before she grabbed a map from under the counter and grabbed a pen, drawing a line from the store to the station “So just follow this map and it’ll take you straight there, there’s trains every…6 minutes i believe so you won’t have to wait long. I hope you get home safe”

She rubbed her head again, the headache still pounding away, her short hair a bit wild looking as she ran her hand through it. This only managed to make it stand up even more than it already was. Her hand going to her pocket as she mumbled. “Fuck…” Searching her other pockets she groaned, letting her head fall back. No money, no wallet, no od.. no train pass. And her contacts were in her now dead phone. “So. ….. look, I kinda went out and got drunk last night, and I woke up in the park that’s next door and… I don’t have my wallet.. so, thanks.. I guess… but that means no trainride.”

Had she entered the twilight zone, she narrowed her eyes at the pair of them, her hand going back to her head, was she still dreaming. “Yeaaah…” The word lingered on for a moment to long, trying to get her brain to stop bouncing along the inside of her skull to focus on current events. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this in a horror movie somewhere… the drunk chick ends up dead….” Wait, did she say that out loud. “I mean.. why are you being nice to me?”

“What kind of phone do you have?” Chiara asked, she had a bunch of phone chargers in the staff room for this occasion “Oh well you aren’t too far, i can walk you to the station that’ll take you back to New York if you’d like?”

“Uhm…” She shoved her phone into her pocket a little bit further. “A dead one.” She left it at that. She was still a bit hungover, but at least she still had all her clothes, that was a plus. “Oh thank gods.” Nearly sighing in relief as she heard she wasn’t to far from Home. She, like alot of New Yorkers, looked down on New Jersey. “You don’t have to walk me, just.. point me in the right direction.”

“Hmm? oh alright, just thought i’d offer you a place to charge it” Chiara said before she grabbed a map from under the counter and grabbed a pen, drawing a line from the store to the station “So just follow this map and it’ll take you straight there, there’s trains every…6 minutes i believe so you won’t have to wait long. I hope you get home safe”

She rubbed her head again, the headache still pounding away, her short hair a bit wild looking as she ran her hand through it. This only managed to make it stand up even more than it already was. Her hand going to her pocket as she mumbled. “Fuck…” Searching her other pockets she groaned, letting her head fall back. No money, no wallet, no od.. no train pass. And her contacts were in her now dead phone. “So. ….. look, I kinda went out and got drunk last night, and I woke up in the park that’s next door and… I don’t have my wallet.. so, thanks.. I guess… but that means no trainride.”

“Depends on what you need. . .oh of course! for a spell or potion?” Chiara asked moving out from behind the counter, quickly explaining the difference “We have fresher ones for spell while older ones for potions so they don’t counter any other herbs you may be using”

“What kind of phone do you have?” Chiara asked, she had a bunch of phone chargers in the staff room for this occasion “Oh well you aren’t too far, i can walk you to the station that’ll take you back to New York if you’d like?”

“Uhm…” She shoved her phone into her pocket a little bit further. “A dead one.” She left it at that. She was still a bit hungover, but at least she still had all her clothes, that was a plus. “Oh thank gods.” Nearly sighing in relief as she heard she wasn’t to far from Home. She, like alot of New Yorkers, looked down on New Jersey. “You don’t have to walk me, just.. point me in the right direction.”

“Hmm? oh alright, just thought i’d offer you a place to charge it” Chiara said before she grabbed a map from under the counter and grabbed a pen, drawing a line from the store to the station “So just follow this map and it’ll take you straight there, there’s trains every. . .6 minutes i believe so you won’t have to wait long. I hope you get home safe”

A hooded figure had walked into the shop, playing down a parchment with a list of ingredients on the table. “I require these ingredients please. Posthaste if possible.” The hooded figure drawled on and stopped spreading entirely when they were done.

He took out some money from inside the cloak and set it down softly on the table, near her hand and smiled at her. “Much gratitude.” He said and took the bags of ingredients. “I’ll be sure to come back if I need more~” He said? Chuckling as he flipped his hood up with magic before leaving the shop.

“You’re welcome and of course, goodbye” she said cheerfully as she put the money away and she waved before walking back into the staff room to continue her own spell.

“What kind of phone do you have?” Chiara asked, she had a bunch of phone chargers in the staff room for this occasion “Oh well you aren’t too far, i can walk you to the station that’ll take you back to New York if you’d like?”

A hooded figure had walked into the shop, playing down a parchment with a list of ingredients on the table. “I require these ingredients please. Posthaste if possible.” The hooded figure drawled on and stopped spreading entirely when they were done.

He took out some money from inside the cloak and set it down softly on the table, near her hand and smiled at her. “Much gratitude.” He said and took the bags of ingredients. “I’ll be sure to come back if I need more~” He said? Chuckling as he flipped his hood up with magic before leaving the shop.

“You’re welcome and of course, goodbye” she said cheerfully as she put the money away and she waved before walking back into the staff room to continue her own spell.