14503/Well, look what I found...

Well, look what I found...
Date of Scene:	07 August 2022
Location:	The Forgotten Closet - Salem Cnter
Synopsis:	A new magic shop, but the host was hiding. They will have to send minions to place orders.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister

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Sinister has posed:
Once in a blue moon, an itch is scratched. Once in several, something new is discovered, or rather, something old that you've never seen before, pops up on your radar.

Today, Sunday, normal boring day when nothing much usually happens, a casual browse of minds that tracks are kept of, popped something curious to the thoughts of a Sinister individual. And thusly, in the midst of an afternoon where it's a warm one and a relatively peaceful one, he landed as a flock of crows in the trees surrounding a spot....

...And sent out a thought...

Then walked on in, with a slow, cautious air, to observe whether this was a genuine establishment or another tourist trap. Nathaniel slides slim silver rings from a box in his leather dress-coat, onto his fingers one by one, subtley.

Lucifer has posed:
Yes, one minute it is a quiet albeit peaceful afternoon with naught to do but bide time until work begins. Even then, being the day it is, one might not even have to step foot into where they work because it'd be boring to say the least. Then there's a thought that intrudes upon the mind - openly and acceptingly - which holds an almost giddiness that tells Lucifer his better half has found something that amuses him.

With interest piqued, Lucifer stands from where he was sitting and focuses on the mind of one Sinister, and with one step, two, he's outside of the building that the man just walked into. A glance to the name and a tilt of his head, he also makes his way up the steps and into the shop. Then looks down at the floor.

"Well, it's a good thing I don't ever go anywhere with ill intent right off the bat..."

Sinister has posed:
"So that's a genuine thing, I was wondering..." The doctor glances to the chime of the door as soon as it sounds, a moment or two before it does even. He was waiting, knowingly of course. "What is it by the by? The red stuff, that is. Just chalk, in the right hands?" He approaches from where he'd stepped deeper inside, to get a better look -- one hand slipped form his pocket is stretched out to hover over the line, as he crouches to inspect and thereafter, his fingertips are rubbed together. "It tingles slightly," is commented.

Pause. "It's amazing what you can pick up by surfing the waves."

Lucifer has posed:
"Some people will say it has to do with the person who's being affected. Like if I didn't believe in magic, it might not work on me... but I do believe in magic so..." Lucifer shrugs then. "It's actually just red brick dust. Very common in hoodoo and voodoo magicks... Mostly to ward off evil, some tune it for specific things like demons or the boogey man." Further stepping inside, he glances around here and there. "Though it seems the owner of the shop may be in the habit of practicing hoodoo, but their shop does supply most forms of magicks under the pagan rainbow."

Sinister has posed:
"Hmmm, intent, at least in part powered by belief? Now, here is where the mystical starts defying logic again," the scientist argues with the believer. Sinister after all, cannot deny that magic exists, he's witnessed it too many times, but catagorizing it perpetually seems to elude. How does THAT particular phenomenon actually fit in with the 'science' of magic? Wrinkling his nose in consternation at that, he sighs softly afterwards and straightens, glancing at that which has caught Lucifer's eye. "You suppose this is part of the more genuine occult of Salem?" he ponders, again passing his be'ringed hands over various items, with varying degrees of finger rubbing.

There's a narrowing of the eyes, a tip of the head birdlike. "There certainly seems to be more of a consistent and permanent tingle here, than in the magic shop."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shrugs his shoulders. "I think this place is somewhat along the more genuine occult, yes. With a little bit of... here's something kitschy for those who want to appear to be but aren't really. Yet if you KNOW what you are looking for, you're also sure to find it." Explaining it that way while he looks over the various books and such on offer. "What sort of does and also doesn't surprise me is the lack of someone who works here... which is likely the permanent..." He pauses. "Thingie." Offered in bemusement. "That you're feeling."

Sinister has posed:
"You're reading my thoughts, my dear. What I thought and what I said are not quite the same thing," <<Thingie was all in my head.>> But there's a laugh with it, one that echoes in the halls of the mind. He glances at the store back, as every store has one and narrows his eyes once more, looking up slowly at the ceiling and across it, down the other wall and across the floor almost in a haphazard way, as if a mind mouse were scampering here and there. "Hmmmm," reaching up a finger he traces around his eye socket on the left with it, as if getting stray hair away, then pauses and turns about twenty five degrees to the left and looks downward.

"There's someone here. They don't want anyone to know that they're there though. I think they either sensed us coming or had some kind of premonition." The hand that stroked is reached out toward Lucifer with fingers spread -- what comes forth from his mind is a mental whisper that he's picked up on, a kind of repeated meme, a chant akin to 'no-mind, no-mind, no-mind' except the thinker does not think in English. "Patois, you think?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. So it seems..." Which isn't so much a bad thing but it made for a funny little misinterpretation of thought to spoken word. As Sinister seems to do a search that goes beyond the four walls of the shop, Lucifer continues to look around. "Likely. Chanting in their native tongue to invoke some sort of protection or...some such..." He then turns to glance back towards Sinsiter. "I take it we're likely not the most welcomed of presences here... Dark magick is hoodoo and voodoo... they likely see us as - perhaps - a threat of sorts?" He shrugs then. "Unless they show themselves, we won't know, and them coming out of their hidey hole isn't likely... we might have to send our lackeys to come do any shopping here."

Sinister has posed:
"I imagine not. A pity, I was inclined to poke at a mind or two. Maybe I'll visit them in a dream and see what might be discovered there," Sinister shrugs and gives a crooked smile, a chuckle with it. "Do you suppose they have an inventory of stock somewhere?" he walks behind the counter and peers beneath it to check on such things. "Well, look at that..." special orders, general stock book and he gazes at it, flicking through with haste, but not particularly great speed. Photographic recall he doth not have, at least not that he can aquire instantaneously. But with some concentration and putting things to mind, he can recollect in his reference library later. "I would think that a practitioner of voodoo though would know you as what you are. Still. One might imagine to them, it is the equivalent of a titan walking by."

Lucifer has posed:
"To the Christians, I'm an evil tormentor destined to torture all of those who oppose God. Which, in the long scheme of things, and aside from just really *really* deserving people... why...would I punish those for the same thing I did?" Lucifer offers. "To certain witches, and Satanists, I'm...glorified...for who I am and what I can do. I really don't know how the voodoo and hoodoo practitioners view me. Never met one to ask... but you might be right." He watches as Sinister pokes around, finding a few things of interest behind the counter. "Now you're just snooping. That's not nice, you know." But it's also not like Lucifer is *really* trying to stop him.

Sinister has posed:
"In order to be able to send minions, we have to know what they stock, right? We can browse at our leisure later." He also finds a computer and after a moment of staring at it, brings out his cellphone -- it's laid atop the machine and with a touch begins to cycle streams of binary like the clappers. It makes Sinister fleetingly smile, a little twitch of lips in satisfaction. Then however, with a clearing of his throat, he turns both his gaze and his hands toward the Morningstar, spreading digits wide as he lets his senses and his mind perceive in its entirety.

Tis a murmur that follows, almost distracted "....I find it quite extraordinary that you've never met one. You would imagine that New Orleans in Mardi Gras would've been a draw for you. Perhaps they simply kept out of your way, but I can't fathom a Bokkor doing such a thing willingly. All I can feel is the tingling of my fingers, but when I concentrate my biofield on you, my hands are practically numb just from that vibration alone."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets out a laugh and then nods his head. "I suppose this is true, yes." Offering this while still walking around a bit until finally he heads to the counter and leans against it while watching Sinister. "Well whenever you're done, my dear, I think it's best we let our hiding host come out for some fresh air." He pauses then. "You know... Mardi Gras never did really appeal to me. Not sure why just... not my glass of whiskey. Maybe because of the air that is New Orleans...." Like, perhaps, just perhaps, the Devil tends to stay away from those stronger forces that come from hoodoo and voodoo. It's like stepping onto the territory of another demigod or something. He doesn't like doing such unless he truly has to - or is invited to do so.