Who: Emer and Saint David Where: Emer's shop When: September 15, midday Rating/Warnings: None
Business had been picking up quite a bit in the past few weeks, which was a great blessing for Emer. It also resulted in the 'help wanted' sign in the window, as well as some not-quite-welcomed customers, but that was part of owning a business involving the human body. She was now seriously considering hiring a guard, or whatever they were called these days. She was also wondering if it would be irrational to do so. Surely not in a city this size, with the number of wacko's walking about. It sent a chill up her spine, but she had never had any serious problems before.
There had already been three customers in that morning, Emer now enjoying a break to have lunch. One suit finish, another started, a new order. She was quite pleased with the days progress so far.
It was when she was almost finished that she felt it. It was familiar, which meant it could be any number of people whom she would rather stay as far from as humanly possible. Emer had always felt the overwhelming presence of the immortals, yet she rarely ever sought them out. Especially not those which were familiar. It was a shame she couldn't identify exactly who it was. That way she could at least figure out whether to close shop or not.
Anxiety took over as she impatiently waited to find out if the source of the power would enter the shop, or simply pass it by. She hoped for the latter if it was indeed someone she would rather stay away from. In the meantime, she decided to keep herself apparently busy by sorting through a magazine rack at the front of the store.