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capeandcowllogs2010-03-14 09:25 pm
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Oh, we do not miss tea, dearie.
WHO: Beatrice, and OPEN.
WHERE: Madame Cleo's House of The Occult (under new management)
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nada!
SUMMARY: Beatrice is holding a tea party/open house thing to gather customers for the occult shop she just took over.
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It had been incredibly easy to obtain the shop, almost disappointingly so. All she'd had to do was teleport her way in here, create a believable enough mess and paint a semi-accurate magic circle from memory up on the wall. After that, when "Madame Cleo" saw her beloved store in shambles, the stupid woman immediately started apologizing to the "spirits" and shouting other nonsense. That had been enough to tell Beatrice she knew nothing of real magic. True ghosts never accepted apologies.
After she had appeared in front of her, Madame Cleo was so agreeable it was like taking candy from a baby. She even told her where the safe was. Beatrice was going to do something a little more theatrical then, maybe take the stakes out for a spin, but by that time the woman had run off so fast that there was no point. It was all very boring in Beato's eyes.
But, at least now she had a way to make money, and although she despised getting her hands dirty with anything that might be considered work, running the store had proven to be quite fun. She'd gotten rid of all the silly scarves lining the ceilings and the tacky light-up crystal balls that lit the store, and replaced them with some much more elegant decor: yellow-gold roses, some polished wood tables, and, for light, her golden butterflies, fluttering peaceably about the room. It was not quite the Golden Land, but for here, it was close enough to be a very pleasant atmosphere.
But, apparently, the customers hadn't agreed. In the week since she took the shop, only a few people had shown up to the store, and, to her chagrin, never bought a thing, not even a Tarot reading. So, in an effort to drum up business, and hopefully convince Madame Cleo's former customers that just because a witch took over the shop didn't mean the same things weren't sold there, she decided to hold a tea party, as an open house of sorts. After all, what better to convince others to come into a shop than the sweet aroma of black tea? And even if no one did buy anything today, it would be so fun to meet more of the fascinating humans that lived here.
So, with her typical elegance, she'd changed the dingy fortune-telling room into a tearoom, and had placed an invitational notecard, along with one of Madame Cleo's cheaper teacups, on a small table out front. Beatrice herself sat in the highest chair in the tearoom, teacakes and teapot at the ready.
WHERE: Madame Cleo's House of The Occult (under new management)
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nada!
SUMMARY: Beatrice is holding a tea party/open house thing to gather customers for the occult shop she just took over.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever afterward.
It had been incredibly easy to obtain the shop, almost disappointingly so. All she'd had to do was teleport her way in here, create a believable enough mess and paint a semi-accurate magic circle from memory up on the wall. After that, when "Madame Cleo" saw her beloved store in shambles, the stupid woman immediately started apologizing to the "spirits" and shouting other nonsense. That had been enough to tell Beatrice she knew nothing of real magic. True ghosts never accepted apologies.
After she had appeared in front of her, Madame Cleo was so agreeable it was like taking candy from a baby. She even told her where the safe was. Beatrice was going to do something a little more theatrical then, maybe take the stakes out for a spin, but by that time the woman had run off so fast that there was no point. It was all very boring in Beato's eyes.
But, at least now she had a way to make money, and although she despised getting her hands dirty with anything that might be considered work, running the store had proven to be quite fun. She'd gotten rid of all the silly scarves lining the ceilings and the tacky light-up crystal balls that lit the store, and replaced them with some much more elegant decor: yellow-gold roses, some polished wood tables, and, for light, her golden butterflies, fluttering peaceably about the room. It was not quite the Golden Land, but for here, it was close enough to be a very pleasant atmosphere.
But, apparently, the customers hadn't agreed. In the week since she took the shop, only a few people had shown up to the store, and, to her chagrin, never bought a thing, not even a Tarot reading. So, in an effort to drum up business, and hopefully convince Madame Cleo's former customers that just because a witch took over the shop didn't mean the same things weren't sold there, she decided to hold a tea party, as an open house of sorts. After all, what better to convince others to come into a shop than the sweet aroma of black tea? And even if no one did buy anything today, it would be so fun to meet more of the fascinating humans that lived here.
So, with her typical elegance, she'd changed the dingy fortune-telling room into a tearoom, and had placed an invitational notecard, along with one of Madame Cleo's cheaper teacups, on a small table out front. Beatrice herself sat in the highest chair in the tearoom, teacakes and teapot at the ready.
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Furiously, she stood up from her chair, and marched out to the store to see who had dared to do such a thing.
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No mere trick of light and mirror. It may as well have been a fairy, but there was no indignant cry. Ganondorf peered at the light in his hand suspiciously, wondering just who was responsible-
Ah. There. He regarded her for a moment before opening his hand. "These are yours?" he asked, sizing her up.
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"Now, what made you decide to destroy one of them? Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the owner of such wonderful works of art?"
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Especially if she showed little fear of his rather...imposing presence. This was not arrogance - most on the street avoided him for more than his rather exotic looks.
He decided to err on the side of caution, and tilted his head in what could have been apology.
"It was not my intention to destroy it, merely to examine it more closely."
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Oh, look at that. They seemed angry, as she herself did. But...he would offer a true attempt at placating her. Ganondorf put a fist to his chest and half-bowed. "My sincere apologies, Lady Witch. I trust no harm was done to you, but even if so, I ask the chance to earn your forgiveness."
This had better not be a waste of his time, like pledging loyalty to the King of Hyrule had been all those years ago.
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"Well, I hope you've learned your lesson about disturbing a witch's magic, then," she said sternly.
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"Two raised me as their son," he explained, lowering his arm. "I have a respect for them, you might say."
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He held up his left hand, and enforced his will. Swirling energy surrounded it, violet and black, causing the very air around it to shiver despite the relatively small use of power. A parlor trick of his own - like her butterflies.
"But I took their lessons to heart, you might say."
The energy faded, and Ganondorf lowered his hand. "I am called Ganondorf. And you...?"
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"I am Beatrice, the Golden Witch."