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Date of Scene: 25 May 2017
Location: Sunnydale, Bludhaven
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Deadwatch




Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Sitting at the large round table in the back end of the store, the redheaded Scooby sits in front of several books. She's researching. Again. It seems she does that a lot, especially with college term not starting till September. She frowns as she flips through the book in front of her. "Nothing. Nothing about nice, happy, *friendly* ghosts. You would think with all these books, I'd be able to find something!"

Deadwatch has posed:
You know.. when your /parole officer/ actually comes up to your door and hands you an envelope with some petty cash, a guilty expression on his face, and tells you that /maybe/ you should take a short vacation because, you know, the new commisioner is a murderer whacko nutjob... well.. thats usually what people in the business of dealing with 'Weird Shit'(tm) call 'A Sign'.

Still, Nolan was a bit leery. He'd only been out of prison almost 6 months now, ekeing his way as an unliscenced private investigator and.. well.. that other stuff he does. Other than prison he hasn't been ANYWHERE but Gotham proper since BEFORE he went up the river.

But.. hell.. he needed a chance of scenery. And he'd heard Bludhaven had a few occult bookstores. Wow.. Bludhaven.. he hadn't been there since he was 17, the night he....

*DING*

The walk from the train station wasn't that long, even for a cripple like him.. But wow.. Sunnydale as actually a nice looking place.. he expected more from a bur of Bludhaven. Even the bookstore he just limped into was.. nice. Not cramped and dark and musky like he would have expected.... Which automatcally makes him suspicious as he stands in teh doorwayt, looking around with those oddly mismatched-coloured eyes of his.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks up when the bell above the door rings. With Giles, the owner, being out of town and Anya being Anya and therefore nowhere to be found, it's on the redhead's shoulders to take care of the shop. "Um, hi there! Let me know if you need help finding something?"

She stands and starts putting some of the books away that have proven themselves absolutely useless in the regard of information on friendly ghosts.

Deadwatch has posed:
Ghosts... Yeah... Nolan's run across more than a few on the walk over here. Like Gotham there are enough lost souls of ambigious aligment, or who died to traumatically, to fully pass over, to make a sizable population. None of them strong enough to /manifest/, just lingering in The Dark like they mostly do. Even this bookstore seems to have more then a few. Thats teh problem with his Sight. He ALWAYS sees them.

Staring an a slightly older (and dead) woman who smiles his way, Nolan offers a nod but then notices the LIVING young woman... a woman whose aura is pretty rife with power. Damn, she is young. Or maybe he's old. Sad to think when you are almost 33 and you think of yourslf as old. Prison does that.

Leaning on his crutch cane he limps in, his legbrace's sturup clanking slightly on the hard wood floor. "Yeah.. sorry.. haven't been here before.. Not what I expected.." he says... "This /is/ an occult bookstore, right? I mean, a friend of a friend of someone I sorta know told me it was..." One of them being dead... yet very verbose.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The readhead shines one of her room brightening smiles to the man with the crutch, nodding her head. "You bet! One of the better ones actually. Definitely the best you'll find in all of Bludhaven." Having put her books away, she walks over to the customer, her hands folding in front of her.

"Are you looking for something specific? If you finding us from a friend of a friend, I'm guessing that it's because you need something special."

The older woman ghost gestures in to the store as a welcome, inviting Nolan in. Not much of a talker.

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight raises a brow, first at the inviting ghost (which is weird on it's own, usually it's the other way arund) and then the perky cute redhead who walks over and just seems to vibrate with energy and positivity and... DO people like this actually exist? Maybe he's just jaded.

"I dunno /what/ I am looking for. I've never BEEN in an actual occult book store.. 'specially one with a happy sounding name... You sure this is a /real/ occult store and none of that Hippy New Age or Order of the Golden Dawn Skyclad Aliester Crowely crap?" he asks slowly.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow laughs at the description of what the shop might possibly be. "Oh, we sell a lot of that New Age stuff too. Kinda have to. That's the stuff that keeps the place open. You know, selling things like Orbs of Thessula as new age door stops and the like. But we sell real things too. Like Salamander eyes! I know what you`re thinking, but really, they work just as well." At least that is what Anya keeps telling her. Personally, she prefers the real thing then the subsititute.

She gestures to the shop. "Feel free to look around. And if you can't find it, ask me. We have some of the more pricey items down in the basement so they don't get stolen."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan... ooookays... He has no idea what Orbs of Thesulla are. He really wants to SAY that too but then it would give away just how.. esoteric.. his knowledge is. Aka how much he still needs to learn. His education was potent yet.. haphazard. "I guess that makes some sense.. HOw much of a market is there for.. authentic occult stuff, I guess you would call it.." he murmurs. "Though I would probably not be telling potential customers where you keep your best stuff. That could make them into potentilal theives. Just saying.." He looks past her into teh shop proper, his Darksight picking up the ebbs and flows of magical and spiritual energy.. "Since I have no fu.. I mean freakin clue where to even start.. I'm looking for some books on Abstract Spirits... not ghosts, but /spirits/." he says, as if he doesn't expect her or most people to get the difference.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow is a trusting sort, so she doesn't think like a thief. So, being open and honest is just her way. She's young and inexperience. She'll grow jaded in time. Everyone does. Realizing her goof, she gives a sheepish, apologetic look. "You're probably right. I'm not exactly the sales person sort. You probably figured that out. I`m mostly helping a friend."

When he finally asks about the books, Willow's smile returns. "Oh! You know the difference!" She starts heading back into the shop to where she was, by the plethora of bookshelves. "I was actually just doing some research on ghosts myself, so I was looking in the same general category as you are." Gesturing to the books that she just put back and then ones on the table. "Start with these and if you don`t see what you like, I have a catalog of books we can order in for you.È

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan is /not/ the trusting sort and, of course, his suspicion grows when the girl gets even MORE perky and smiles and states that she was just researching the same thing he was looking for. What are the /odds/. But as hard as he tries, he cannot sense a single erg of malice or dishonesty from her so he is a little.. off kilter here.

"Well.. uh.. yeah.. Of /course/ there is a difference. Ghosts are the remnants of living souls. Spirits are their own entity, born of themselves, out of.. whatever it is they are born out of. ideas.. abstract concepts.. emotions.. belief..."

When did /he/ become a lecturer? He limps over to the table and looks at the books spread out. "You mean there are /more/?" he asks, looking up at her. He knew there were grimoires and rreference books out here but.. thats at elast a dozen books on thetable.. more on the shelf.. how may books, that are /authentic/ and not some hippy new age trash of fanfiction are there out there? "Why were you looking up ghosts anyways?" he asks, then eyes the female ghost a moment... To Willow he would just be looking at the shelf.. then he looks to the empty space next to /him/ and shushes.. no one.. before looking back to Willow, innocently.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow really is just nice and sweet and genuine. Sure, she's seen more then her fair share of strife, and yet she still manages to look to the world with rose-tinted glasses. She has that idealism of either her last year of highschool or her first year of college. That 'I'm going to change the world' feel about her.

"Oh, *I* know that there is a difference. It's just that, a lot of times, when people say they want a *real* occult store, they think they know more then they actually do. But you though... you feel different. I don't know what, but you feel... I don't know if powerful is the right word."

Sitting back down in front of the books at the table, she starts to look them over again. "I'm currently trying to find something about if a ghost can be of a non-malevolent nature. Everything I've read says that if a ghost has the power to manifest, that it uses powerful emotions like anger to fuel it."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight hmmmms.. and hmmmmmms again, giving her the squinty eye a few moments before he pulls the seat on te opposite side of thetable out and sits down. He wibnces as he does, because it requires him to bend the leg in the hinged brace, but he makes it and leans his fore-arm crutch against the side. "I want to say you're feeding me bullsh..crap.. buttering me up so I will spend lots of money on shi.. /crap/ I don't need.." he tells her.. why can't he bring himself to swear around her? "But I have ths sinking suspicion you're being sincere and thats just... weirder." he tells her then frowns and looks to his side. "What?" he asks the nothinness.. Then looks back to her. "Why would you assume a ghost couldnt be benign and manifest?" he asks. "Thats sorta.. rascist... ghostcist.. "

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Noticing that look that Nolan gives her, Willow bites at her lower lip. "Did I do something that offended you?" she asks, trying to interpret the look. She laughs then when Nolan says that she is being sincere. "I don't actually work here. It's owned by a friend of mine. I have no real motivation to sell you anything, especially if you don't want it." She flips through the book in front of her. "And I've learned that there is really no such thing as coincidence. So, maybe if you and I are looking for the same thing, it's because we were meant to meet."

When she is accused of being racist, or rather ghostist, she looks like a puppy that you might have just kicked. "No! No, I don't want to assume that! I really want to think that there are nice ghosts out there. It's just that my friends and I have never met a nice one and there isn't even anything about nice ones in the books. All the manifestations, like able to be seen and interact with this dimension of our reality, that I've read about so far have been with malicious intent."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight sighs and looks.. well.. maybe a WEE bit guilty and shrugs his shouldrs a little. "NO.. you haven't offended me.. at least.. you only offended me in the sense that I am not used to people being so nice and open and crap like that/ It upsets mu expectations of the world." he tells her sheepishly, and wonders hy the hell he is being so honest about it. "Also.. yeah.. the no coincidences part... Always makes me suspicious..."

Then he raises the brow abover his warm amber eye. "YOu and your friends have.. ahh.. kay. I see. You've come across ghosts before and they weren't nice." he says. "Look, you don;t know me from adam but lemme give you some advice. take it as you will. I could just be some crazy creepy dude macking on a teenage girl but I'm not. For every ghost you and your friends have 'met'. There are dozens more walking around you right there, right then, who you cannot see. Most people cross over to whatever is on the other side waiting for them. Like, 99 percent of people do. The remainder don't fully make it. They get stuck. There is, like.. a film.. Overlayed on our world.. like a screen door or fly net.. For whatever reason a number of ghosts don't pass through it and get stuck there. People think they are invisible but really they are in a sort-of-halfway-there world that we cannot see."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Always one to be helpful, Willow shrugs a single shoulder with an apologetic expression on her features. "I could try to be meaner, if it would make you feel better. I can try channeling my mother? You know, just completely ignore you and then get upset when you finally make me have to pay attention to you and threaten to burn you at the stake? You know, if that would make you feel better."

She listens to the talk of ghosts and nods. "Yes, but what about the ones that are visible. Like full manifestations. Able to be seen by non-mediums. Walking around. Talking. In full sentences with no riddles attatched."

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight frowns a little. "I didn't say you need to /be/ meaner, just I am not sued to people being /nice/. I'm from Gotham. We make New yorkers look like canadians." he tells her then chuckles softly. "But we're not here to make me feel better.. So..."

He clears his throat. "Visible, manifested ghosts. Yes, /most/ of them are mean. Cruel. I would even go as far as to say evil sometimes. There are many many reasons why they manifest. Revenge, is one. Being, like they were in life, mean and cruel is another. Ghosts are not any different than people in some ways. Drives and purpose feed them, only in their case it is literal. It doesn't help that there are many weak ghosts they can feed off of.. Or they feed off the energy of human souls that is always leaking off of us.. or maybe they merge with spirits... or whatever. The point is they feed and aqquire power, concioulsy and unconcioulsy, from /something/ and it is magnifid by their drive and need.. And thats what forces them into the real world. SOmetimes, though, you will find ghosts who are NOT mean, though. They are much rarer because people like that ALMOST always pass straight through The Dark.. thats what I call that halfworld..and to their afterlife. But not all. Some feed off the good energy.. or some non-dark spirit empowers them.. or maybe, just maybe it is there fate... There are no hard answers. But there /are/ good manifested ghosts. Few, but they are there. I haven't MET any, but most of the non-manifested ghosts I have met are fairly nice... If you believe in ghosts that is"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow listens with apt interest, ignoring her books. She says nothing as he speaks, simply getting up and making some tea for them both and bringing it back to the table. "So, you're saying that it's not impossible for a good, fully manifested ghost. Just that it's rare. Well, that's good to know. I wanted to believe that he was being a nice ghost. Mind you, I like thinking we`re all good inside. Well, unless you`re a demon. Well, even then, there are some nice demons, but they`re pretty rare too."

Willow blinks for a moment as something is realized. "How do you now so much about ghosts anyway?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight flips through a few pages of the book in front of him, then closes it and regards the young woman for a moment.. just staring at her.. wondering how honest she should be. She admitted to seeing ghosts with her friends but.. she could just be high... How much to say... WHAT to say... He shakes a moment liek someone touched him on teh shoulder and looks to that empty space next to him. "What?!?" he askes, exhasperated.. Then looks at Willow again.. hen at the empty space.. and sighs. "Fine.. Fine.."

He composes hismelf as much as he can and leans on the table. "I know a lot about ghosts, miss because I /see/ them... if you believe in that sort of thing." he adds. Always add that, it lets people think he is receptive to being called a nutjob.. It's been his best cover.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Why wouldn't I believe you? I mean, I'm not a medium myself, but I know of a few of them. And I know a couple spells to make a ghost manifest if I have to, to communicate with it or possibly dispell it if it needs to be." Again with that trusting, quirky smile of hers. "You would actually be really useful sometimes, when my friends and I have to deal with ghosts. A good medium is hard to find. Most of them aren't really mediums at all and are just saying that they are and faking it. But you feel different. You feel like you have some power. I've started being able to tell if a person is just faking it. You can feel it about them, their personal energy, you know?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight uh ohs.. she's on to him. He can tell she has some of the gift, but not exactly how sensitive she is. All people who can manipuate power have to have SOME senstivity to it, after all. "IF you can dispell it, it's not really a ghost. Or you just dispersed it and it will take time to come back.. one or the other.." he says slowly. Then he sighs and leans back in his chair. "A lot of mediums fake BEING mediums.. it's good cover. Thats a trade secret by the way. or they use their gifts for other things. Me.. I've seen ghosts and spirits and the kind since.. well.. my first memories. I was born with the sight. But I don't just see them. I can hear them as well. All the time, so long as they are nearby. I see tand hear them AND the real world at the same time."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks positively horrified at the thought. "All the time? See and hear them? And you came to Sunnydale? We have the countries highest death count per capita! And a lot of those deaths are not the dying in your sleep kind but the falling on a barbeque fork in the neck kind."