Amadeus Lazarus (sanguinemagic) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-03 14:09:00 |
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Moving along the shelves inside, Amadeus walked with his hand lifted, fingers always hovering over the spines of the books as he paced them but never actually touching them. Every now and then in a place like this, you found one with a spark of magic that fell through the cracks and became lost and hidden among all the mundane mass-market stuff the kine produced. This was not one such time nor one such place. The 'new age' section just made him roll his eyes and even the rare 'occult' section only held the offerings of the likes of Aleister Crowley, Solomon, and more tarot books than should be allowed to be called rare book offerings. Hopefully what he had actually came here for proved to be much more interesting. If it had been anyone other than Ariel would have made the suggestion then the Sheriff might not have bothered.
New York City was a large domain to try and keep in control of at the best of times, but considering everything that had been going as of late it was a hell of a time to be short on Hounds to deal with the problems that kept coming up. It was of little surprise that he and Ariel were short of temper lately. If they kept stretching themselves so thin than sooner or later it was likely that Amadeus would snap and burn the city to the ground himself.
What a terrible waste that.
So ignoring the lack of viable choices amongst the books on the shelves, the Sheriff made his way to the front of the store. Claudia wasn't hard to pick out. Ariel was right in that the redhead looked like she used the blood of her enemies to keep her hair that color like a bloody redcap. It gave him hope as he came to lean forward on the counter. "How is it you haven't gone mad with boredom and killed everyone in here already?"