Irisi Djeserit (kemetic) wrote in prideviewapts, @ 2009-02-22 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | dustfinger, irisi djeserit |
WHO: Irisi and Dustfinger.
WHERE: Irisi's apartment.
WHEN: Now.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
It wasn't often that Irisi used her powers for strangers, or even let them know she had powers. Back home it wouldn't have been safe and Aharon, if he hadn't been high as a kite at the time, would have yelled until he was blue in the face at the carelessness. Probably would have reminded her that her mother had died because of what they were and that it was dishonoring her heritage to be so careless. But the fact was that this place was different, possibly an entirely different reality. She was lucky to still have her magic, and she couldn't let it go to waste. Besides, the guy needed some help and, without an apocalypse to thwart, she'd been feeling rather useless. Maybe she would open her shop here.
She checked that her elixirs and ingredients were put away, then locked up her weapons chest and the interrogation room (she didn't call it a torture chamber, though Vic might have). No need to have a stranger getting odd ideas about her. There, that was the best she could do. She wasn't going to get rid of her altar or any of the artifacts or tools around the apartment. She wasn't ashamed of her faith and the fact that she was healing him would make it clear she was a witch.
She sat at the stove, making tea, when she heard the door open. It had become a habit with the others, and especially VigdĂs, to do things like this. The tea had always calmed the seer after particularly bad visions. "Welcome to my humble abode," she called. "Come in. Would you like tea?"