Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	As promised on his last visit to the Magic Box, Clint Barton returns to talk with the nice and helpful young lady he met there before. The first time he came to the store, he left with a few books and some leads to follow. Entering the store, Clint sports a smile on his face, remembering all the knick knack but mostly, the welcoming atmosphere he found within its walls. Today he's back for another request, one that was mentioned during his first visit, one that edges on the border of rationality. Coming in the store, Clint looks around, hopeful to find Willow at work. If she's not there, he'll pretend he needs whatever then leave.
Willow Rosenberg	Thankfully it was Willow's day to work, and she does remember the nice man who was asking about hell, and seances. She'd promised to do some research on them just in case, and really didn't think he'd be back.. and here he was! "Hey, you're the man who was looking for information about hell. Did you get it? I found another book that could be helpful. Did you mention your name? I'm Willow if I didn't mention it before." Smile's abounded from Willow.
Clint Barton	When you have to fight jerks as a way of life, you tend to really appreciate people like Willow. It reminds you that there is still friendly people around, you only need to find them. "Oh, hi there... Willow. I'm Clint," he replies, walking in, visibly relieved to find her at work. "A book? Ma'am, I read more in the last week than I did in a long time! And no, no luck on my side. Just lots and lots of stories in them books, nothing concrete. No mythical creatures, no gate to Hell. So option one and two didn't work."
Willow Rosenberg	"Well, those really aren't books for the serious minded. I tried to tell you that. This one is closer to what you want, but really, you said you wanted to know if someone is down there. Those books aren't really meant to look up that kind of information. They could tell you how to shut people in hell, but there isn't a directory of residents, except the bigger demon.. oh, I talked too much, didn't I." Williw blushes.
Clint Barton	Clint laughs lightly at that, she really is something, this Willow and the look on his face should reassure her that he is not laughing at her, rather he's enjoying her personnality. Refreshing! "I'll trust you on it, Willow," Clint replies, "I'll read it, even if you say there's no directory, it might have some interesting tid-bits for me, especially about things that could be encountered down there." As he speaks, an air of seriousness appears on his face. Something about the residents. "You know," he adds, "I still think it's be best to make sure the individual is really there... After all, Hell ain't a place you'd want to go if you don't /really/ have to. You think some kind of seance, I dunno, we could find out?"
Willow Rosenberg	"Oh, I did some research on seances. They're pretty straightforward to perform. Except if you want something from it. Then you should have somebody who knows what they're playing with. You could release anything if you weren't careful!" Willow is confident that she can do it.
Clint Barton	At the point he is at, a seance doesn't seem so dangerous, considering the option of a round-trip to the Underworld! Willow seems confident enough, heck, why not try it. "Straighforward, hey? If you say so, ye're the expert here." Clint glances around, there are no other customer at the moment, could she do it now? "I'm game," he says, "Just to be clear, I don't want to talk to anyone down there, just make sure the person is there," he states, then adds, "But can you do it now, I mean... and what would you ask for it?" A *Back in a few minutes* sign in the door could take care of the incoming customers, all they have to discuss is a price. Friendly as you may, Willow ain't living on charity.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow thinks, then nods. "Turn the sign in the doorway over, and we'll go in the back. I'll need some stuff.." And she begins 'borrowing" some stuff - candles, sage, salt.. "There, come on to the back. I'll instruct you there."
Clint Barton	Clint goes to the door and turns the "Back in a few minutes" sign, then locks the door. With a mix of excitment and apprehension, he then follows Willow to the back of the store, a place customers rarely get to see. Willow didn't mention any fees, which is fine anyway, he'll just pay her what she'll ask. "Right, this should be interesting," he comments as he joins her.
Willow Rosenberg	In the back room, there was a small table, with some chairs. "This will have to do. Okay.." Willow lights some sage, and lets it mingle with the air. Truthfully, sage was her personal touch, but it 'sanctifies' the air. Then she circles, counter-clockwise, with salt, putting it around the table, sealing it in. The table she lights four candles on it. "There, it's ready. Please leave your concerns and your guilt outside the circle."
Clint Barton	Clint watches Willows work her magic, literally. If the smell of the sage annoys him slightly, it's nothing compared to Kurt's sulfuric "perfume". At her suggestion of leaving concerns and guilt outside of the circle, Clint almost blinks. Man, this could take a long time for him to do! He didn't expect to have to do that, so hey, he takes a minute and does his best to leave them behind. Hopefully, this will be good enough. With a nod, he then walks within the circle. "Alright, you tell me what to do," he says, keeping the chatter to a minimum so Willow can concentrate on whatever she has to do.
Willow Rosenberg	Well she doesn't expect to be worry and concern free *completely*, but she'll try to nudge it down to a normal amount! "First we sat at the table, and I'll light this fifth candle. You can close your eyes, or stay focused on this candle. From there you feel inside what you are looking for and follow it to its source. If you have questions you can attempt to get them answered." Attempt.
Clint Barton	With yet another nod, Clint sits at the table. This is a new territory for him and he is intent on following every step that Willow will require him to take. Now seated, he waits for Willow to light the candles. "OK, got it. Do I have to ask the question outloud? And how would /they/ answer?" /The/ question, he only has one question to ask. And a simple /yes/ or /no/ for answer will do just fine.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow grins. "Anyway you'd like to. Aloud. Silent. People think that should do it a certain way. Really, it depends on you. I shall be your ground, that will take you wherever you want to go. A ground keeps you here, and there. It's a bit difficult, but trust me. This seance is yours. Where you go will be up to you." Despite what people thought.
Clint Barton	"Alright," Clint says, "I'm as ready as can be." Not one to like to close his eyes - professional habits - he prefers to concentrate on the flame of the candle. Where he goes? No, he doesn't want to go anywhere, just get the answer. For a moment, Clint has to fight the idea that all this is for nothing. But he's here now, and must believe it will work. Regaining his concentration, he keeps his eyes on the flame. Yes, he's asking the question. With all his will and intent, honestly. "Alright, I asked," he finally says, "Now what, how do I get the answer?"
Willow Rosenberg	"mmm-mmm, deeper. Concentrate. You'll know when. I have nothing to do with your question!" Willow grips his hands.
Clint Barton	Riiiiiight. Concentrate. With a nod and a sigh, Clint does as told. Eyes riveted on the candle. While concentrating on a so simple question, he can't but see images of the past, images that he tries to shake off. No, he doesn't want to go /there/, in the past. Repeating the damn question again. And then, suddenly... The flame of the candles on the table are blown out all at once. And before any of them have time to react, the chair is pulled out from underneath Clint. Being so concentrated and not expecting it, he falls on the floor, still remaining within the circle. "Shit, was that expected?" he asks Willow, getting on his feet.
Willow Rosenberg	"Rats! That wasn't supposed to happen!" Willow says "Rats" the way normal people say "Fuck". "Check, did you brush away some of the salt? They shouldn't have gotten in." Unless, they have gotten in upon Clint himself. Very unusual, but possible!
Clint Barton	"No, I swear," Clint replies while putting the chair back in place, checking the circle. "Circle is all fine." Chair wasn't rigged from what he saw, and frankly, he trusts Willow. Nagging memories of his conversation with Skye about people scamming clients come to mind, but only for a moment. Still, this is strange. Clint sits back down. "It seems to be only happening /within/ the circle," he states the obvious. "Weird answer, I..." As he speaks, the candles start to move over the table, as if to form a letter.
Willow Rosenberg	"Oh dear.." Was about Willow's response when the candle holders began to lift from the table. "Stand aside! When I say move, move! Got it?" She began to cast a spell, and given the probable cause (in hell?) it was a doozy. Really, she was getting very used to using that one.. force lighting!
Clint Barton	Clint jumps on his feet, ready to face whatever might appear. It takes him a few seconds to grab his bow from his sporbag... then to chose an arrow to fight... a spirit, a demon? Who knows, but whatever might come, will be met by a welcome party. "Your call!" Clint replies, ready. And just as he says that, the candles form the letter /F/, now suddenly all lit up in red flames that keep extenting upward toward the ceiling.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow has her spell at the ready, but strangely, nothing appeared. Just that /F/, from the candlestick burning eerily red. "Are you ok? I can't see anything?"
Clint Barton	Clint lowers his bow since there's really nothing to shoot at. He shakes his head, looking at the letter. He seems hesitant before finally answering. "Well, it could be a direct message for us to stop..." He pauses, then adds, "But to me, /F/ for Francis, the person I'm checking on." Another pause. "And also, my middle name." As Clint finished answering, the red flames are blown out, the candles falling back on the table. Motionless.
Willow Rosenberg	"Okay.." If Clint got his answer, that's all that mattered. Slowly, Willow put her spells away. *sigh* Not today! "You're alright though? A bit different than I expected."
Clint Barton	"Yeah, I'm alright," Clint replies. All seems normal again, so he places his bow back in his bag. "Well, yeah, that was different," he grins, although still a bit troubled by the /answer/. Neither a clear yes, nor a clear no. Still some questions to be answered. "I think we'd best leave it at it for now." He's not leaving the circle yet, waiting for Willow's direction. "That was... something. Thank you for it, I got some thinkin' to do. Please let me know what I owe you?" He reaches for a side pocket, and produces a visit card with the red letters AVENGERS on it. "Or you can send me a bill there."
Willow Rosenberg	*blink blink* "What do you owe me.." Willow was not the banker of the group! "Nothing? I mean, we use a sage all the time, and the candles.. maybe something for the salt? But even that, we use it all the time." But she takes the Avenger's card, and giggles. "Ahhh. I see. You're an Avenger. Maybe we'll meet again if you meet up with the Justice League."
Clint Barton	Clint smiles at that, "Time is money," he says, "I used up your time, and hey, you probably missed a few customers. I'll drop by another day to pay you what I owe you." Sportbag in hand, he then starts to leave, but not before adding, "If you, or your friends of that League, need any help with anything, I'm only a call away."