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Tweak says, "keep moving forward"

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce (i_ambookman) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-01-19 03:50:00

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baba yaga, madame xanadu, wesley wyndham-pryce

Looking for something [Babadu]
Wes had heard there were magic stores, tiny used book stores and psychic shops scattered throughout the City. He had managed to stumble his way into one or two of the book stores during his tenure in the City, picking up some wonderful copies of alchemy texts from he 15th century as well as current books on physics and astronomy. Who knew when inspiration would strike, a connection would be made, facts would fall into place until something finally made sense? Plus, he had picked up a book or two for Fred he thought she would like.

The snow was still falling, at least as hard as it had been when he and Fred had been at Angel Investigations. Still, he had needed to get out a bit. He was still not sure how this Sam person worked into the equation of their relationship. An American Wesley? Perish the thought. There was only one Wesley, and he was distinctly British. If he wasn't, then he would never have been a Watcher, never have had the intensive training that he had undergone his entire life. He would....never have been quite so awkward or hesitant about expressing his feelings for Fred. Damn this Sam, who obviously had no such compunctions. Well, they would see what would happen. Maybe this Fred wasn't ready for a relationship with Wes, maybe the time in the City led her in a different path, maybe, maybe. Too many maybes.

Daydreaming about Fred and memories he had that she did not share, he didn't notice when the streets changed and led him to a new area of town. He couldn't miss the shop that looked like Giles's old base in Sunnydale, yet wasn't. The sign and name had changed, so presumptively so had the inhabitants. But still, there was something supernaturally linked about this shop and he was duty-bound to explore its contents. Or curiosity-bound. Whatever.

He pushed open the door and barely heard the light tinkle of the bell hanging from the ceiling. He was busy scanning the interior for any objects that might prove useful to him, whether in his work at Angel Investigations or for......personal usage.

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i_ambookman
2009-01-20 02:56 am UTC (link)

A smile found its way onto Wes's serious face.

"I'm British. In other words, yes as a beautiful powerful woman you make me nervous and yes, I would love some tea."

He laced his fingers behind his back, looking around the shop some more.

"Events frequently conspire in the most intriguing way, don't you think? It can be so difficult to untangle the threads of the future, like skeins of yarn before one can knit and weave."

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i_cast
2009-01-20 03:04 am UTC (link)

"The future is not my place; paths that may lead to a future...that's more my purpose." She turned; her hand lightly brushed at him as she changed one hand for another on the shelving. She needed a guide after all. Her smile grew a little; the words sounded more like that sanctimonious little bitch downstairs.

"Weaving the tapestry of life?" Her head turned a little as she paused; he could see her profile, the smile fading to the softness. "And what do you mean...beautiful powerful woman?"

She looked a little unsure at that moment, but that could be read so many ways, couldn't it? She held herself in place for a bit longer before continuing back to the counter. She'd fix him a good tea, she would.

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i_ambookman
2009-01-20 03:18 am UTC (link)

"Of course, the possible paths. A true medium or psychic knows what they are seeing is only the most probable of futures based on current actions and attitudes. We can, of course, change our destinies, and we do on a daily basis, I think."

Wes thought that sounded intelligent enough without going too far into chaos theory and the history of divination. He had quite a habit of falling into deep discourse and he felt the less said in this place, the better.

"Well, as for powerful, that should be obvious. The power of foresight is an intimidating and useful gift for one such as yourself. I'm sure it's helped save your life and others before."

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i_cast
2009-01-20 03:28 am UTC (link)

"Not as you'd think." There was another pause as she left the shelving, as if she were getting her bearings. Her hand lowered slowly from the shelf she'd been "using" to guide her, and soon she entered the empty space, walking confidently if not slowly.

"Haven't you heard the saying that no true psychic could, should, or would see her own future? It's a dangerous game to play; by looking at the future, we change it." Her hand lifted again; this time to touch the counter, as if she were making sure she'd reached it.

"Then, I'm not psychic; it's just a name on a board." She made her way around the counter, and as she was now behind it, she seemed to frown. Where was the damned tea?

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i_ambookman
2009-01-24 02:08 pm UTC (link)

Wes was unsure if he was meant to help her or let her be independent. He was never good at figuring out women.

"Well, not necessarily their own future, but some general aspects of the future couldn't be half bad. And sometimes maybe it wouldn't be on purpose, at least in theory. Then again, I'm no psychic myself. Apparently, neither are you, if what you said is accurate. Did you buy this shop intact or something? And what do you do when customers come in to hear their futures if you can't foretell it? Do you need any help?"

The Wyndham-Pryces had a long history of being verbose and loquacious. Wes was a proud scion of his line.

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i_cast
2009-01-24 05:29 pm UTC (link)

Her head tilted at the question, partially facing him. Her brows lifted above the glasses, then lowered. She smiled softly, understanding.

"Some must be told what they want to hear. Others, others who truly want guidance not ready-made answers, will listen to the paths set out before them; they will see that it is not the future that is being read, but the path or paths they are on is being described. It is up to each person to decide if he..or she..wants to stay on the path. I am but a guide." Her smile saddened, and before it could turn into a scowl, she looked away to find the tea, opening a cabinet and feeling inside.

"I'm afraid my new assistant has put away the tea in some new place. I do not wish to impose, but..could you help me?" Her voice was softer, not weaker, but certainly softer. She was taking a risk by having him behind the counter, allowing him to look in the cabinets, but she had ulterior motives. What witch truly didn't have some ulterior motive when she asked for help?

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	i_ambookman 2009-01-25 09:34 am UTC (link)
	Wes rushed over to her side in an effort to solicitously aid her. "Of course, just let me know which tea you would like and what would possibly be written on the container." He hand brushed over hers on the wall of the cabinet. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cast
2009-01-26 11:32 pm UTC (link)

He was so very helpful; he could be very useful. He might have kept the brushing to a hand, but the store's owner wasn't going to stop at that. She leaned ever so slightly against him, just enough for bodily contact, before she stepped away to give him more room to work in.

"There should be a container. It probably isn't marked, but I should have told my assistant to do so. For him, not for me." She didn't know if that damned woman had an assistant, but that was probably the best person to blame. "I'm not usually this helpless."

Her hand lifted to rest on his shoulder. There was a soft hint of a flower, something exotic. It spoke of anticipation and furtive glances. What it was? A little magic, nothing too strong, nothing too obvious. It could be simply her perfume, or some incense.

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i_ambookman
2009-01-27 03:09 am UTC (link)

Wes unconsciously breathed in the scent, closing his eyes for a moment as she spoke.

"No, you don't strike me as particularly helpless. Lovely, but not helpless. Your assistant should have considered that customers or friends might occasionally need to fetch things when they weren't here. Shameful. You really need a more effective inventory system, perhaps I can help sometime."

He opened a container and sniffed it. Smelled like black tea and lemon, vaguely English Breakfast-y. He turned back towards her to pass it under her nose, faces close.

"Is this the tea you wanted or should I continue searching?"

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i_cast
2009-01-29 01:30 pm UTC (link)

She sniffed at the tea; it wasn't bad actually. Black tea could cover a great deal when it came to potions, and the caffeine was usually very helpful too. Her fingers traced a small pattern as they rested on his shoulder, the merest beginnings of a binding spell. She'd not quite done this with Blue, but then again, she'd had time to get used to the body. She knew everything about Hood; this was a little different.

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping a little as she did so. "I think that will do nicely." Her lips parted to say something more, but a sound from the back, or more from the floor stopped her. It sounded as if something were tipping over, falling.

She stood, her pursed lips showing her displeasure. There was a soft sigh because she knew he had to have heard it.

"I really need to find a new assistant."

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	i_ambookman 2009-02-03 04:48 am UTC (link)
	The noise pulled Wes's attention from the intoxicating woman, making him feel like he was in a bit of a trance. He would have to be more careful with her....if he could. "New assistant. Yes. Good idea. Hmm. Do you want me to, eh, check on that? Or get you anything else? I can be quite good at getting things." He frowned, hearing himself babble on. Strange. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cast
2009-02-03 09:03 pm UTC (link)

The shop's "owner" turned and looked, well, looked as if she looked at the man. He was so kind, generous...stupid. Her head tilted slightly as if she were trying to see further, something else. Her hand lifted as if to touch something, his face perhaps? She would only be guessing where his cheek was, going by his voice.

"No. You don't need to check on anything, or get me anything. You've been very helpful. I would like to see your face though." Her fingers moved as if to indicate how she'd see..."If you'd let me."

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	i_ambookman 2009-02-04 03:42 am UTC (link)
	Wes swallowed hard as her hand brushed by his face. "I, uh...I would be honored. Do I need to...I mean..I'll shut up now." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_cast
2009-02-06 05:44 pm UTC (link)

With the first touch of fingertip to jaw and to cheek, the spell began. Again, it wasn't very strong; it certainly wouldn't feel heavy on the man's soul, not at first. It was simply a small seed of need placed in the man's being. Physical contact helped; it might even be part of what he'd need. A voice perhaps, just a glance. Her scent, only this particular sorceress was careful to make it her own, not the Xanadu woman's downstairs. It was a little tricky, but it made more sense. Eventually, the poor devil would need the feeling that he had just being around her, in her own energy so to speak, this being in front of him.

The spell was unspoken, though the better ones usually were vocalized. She traced the lines of his face, creating a pattern, a glyph of sorts with the tracings. His eyes, his lips, even his nose and ears became part of that tracing.

"You are a very attractive man." She leaned in closer, her head tilting as if those pale eyes could see. "A very attractive man."

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