Owner	Pose
Sarah Connor	The Magic Box wasn't hard to find. Crossing the boundaries of the shop there was a little more difficult. Sure she had believed what Faith had said about the paraphernalia.- why would she lie? But to really throw in? That was a whole other matter. Staring at the Magic Box from across the street in her pickup truck, Sarah could make up her mind. "Just go in there. If you don't like it, leave." She sat with that for a little and decided. Stepping out of her truck, locking the doors, Sarah began to cross the street and enter the shop.
Giles	Within the shop, Giles is whistling a cheerful tune, all whilst he holds a rag, clearing any, perhaps imagined, bits of dust from the shelves, books, paraphernalia. He seems to be having a good day. Or at least, he seems to be in a good mood. At present, he's quite alone in the shop, there being no other people. Because it never stays that way long he's chosen that time to clean. This is something that tends to happen on a daily basis. When the door opens, the bell over it chimes. The whistle dies, and Giles looks toward the front with a ready smile on his lips. "Welcome to the Magic Box," he says. "Can I help you find anything?"
Yaozu	There are a lot of places that Yaozu has been taking the time to explore. Places that are beyond Chinatown. Since he's going to be remaining in this country, he should get to know it better. He's taken the public transit in order to get to Sunnydale itself. This is his chosen area for exploring, for today. After getting off at a bus stop, he steps away from the vehicle and shifts his large black wings at his back, resettling them. One of these days, he'll fly to places instead of relying on vehicles. Today is not that day. His long black hair has been loosely pulled back to the nape of his neck and secured into a neat braid. His feathered ear tufts are lifted, turning and shifting, active even though they have nothing to do with listening or hearing. His talons tick softly on the concrete, and the silk of the traditional style Chinese robes that he wears makes soft sounds as he moves. The robes are a light green, trimmed in dark green, and they have light touches of embroidery in the form of willow leaves in dark green that fall lightly across the wide sleeves and the back. He walks along the street a little ways and he pauses in front of the shop whose name announces it to be 'The Magic Box'. His beak snicks softly as he considers it, and then Yaozu steps forward to open the door and step inside.
Sarah Connor	Dammit. Sure Giles is probably a cheerful guy, but right minute she felt like she was trapped the way that the ladies stores pulled you in and bombarded you with this and that trying to make a sale. Sarah didn't like those stores for a reason. What was it that Faith had said.. he was a pretty cool guy? Did she trust Faith though? (As much as she trusted anyone. Which was not a lot.) "Ah.. maybe?" Sarah looked around from where she stood. "Tell me. How many of these things are pretty much hoccum?" She really wanted to say bullshit, but resisted. As she stood there, a ..man? ...came in behind her.
Giles	Ah. Another chime of the door. Giles actually pauses this time, somewhat taken aback as a giant.. bird walks into his shop. "Can I.. help you?" He is, briefly, distracted from the woman. Only to have his attention pulled back and a slightly less carefree smile reappearing. "Some is and some isn't. It depends on what you believe in and what sort of power you have, if any. If you have power, none of it is hoccum. Everything can be used. But if you don't, most of it is simply pretty crystals that can be used for decoration."
Sarah Connor	Sarah nodded. Did she have power? Probably not. But then again she didn't find crystals and the like terribly powerful. "Not my cup of tea I'm afraid." No worries, this was not the first store of its kind. Houdou stores were about the same. If you didn't believe in them they had no powers. (Or so she thought.) "Actually, I've come to get a knife." She moved over to give the other man plenty of room to get around.
Yaozu	The black feathers of the avian slick down for a brief moment before they return to a more relaxed state, mildly fluffed. He takes a step further into the shop, his owlish eyes flicking lightly across the shelves before his attenton turns towards the people within. He tilts his head slightly to one side, the gesture one that goes that few degrees past human and into owlish flexibility. His right hand slips to the small of his back, coming to rest there, vanishing beneath the fold of his wings. His left hand remains at his side, resting easily there. Lin Yaozu looks to the man who appears to have been cleaning the shop, the man who greeted him. He inclines his head towards the man, the gesture a polite and respectful. "There is nothing I seek, particularly. I have come to look," he says softly, his English words mildly touched with a Chinese accent.
Giles	Giles glances to the bird man and nods. He waves a hand. "Feel free to look around. If you've any questions, please don't hesitate to ask." Giles' attention turns back to the woman. "What sort of a knife? We have several, from ritual athames to daggers to blades with one sharp edge. The only thing we don't have is switch blades."
Sarah Connor	The other customer niggled her brain, but when he put his hand just *so* behind his back she knew. Asian. Most definitely Asian. Damn, she really wished she had learned Japanese, or more importantly, Chinese Mandarin. There seemed to be an unusual amount of Asians around here. Not like in South America. Giles began to list off his blades. "No.. no.. not that.. What I would like is a silver blade, preferably one side smooth, with the other side serrated." Sarah had just described a knife used for killing werewolves.
Yaozu	Smoothly, gracefully, the avian brings his hands so that the right hand is innermost and his left hand is outermost, the back of his left hand facing out. He bows towards the shop owner, his arms lifting. There is a tattoo marking the back of his left hand, visible in his gesture. He straightens, after a moment. "Xiexie ni," he says softly, his beak parting slightly in a bit of a smile. He tilts his head a little bit to one side, looking from one to the other of them as the talk turns to knives. It is a curious topic. His right hand smoothly returns to the small of his back, resting there once again. His ear tufts briefly fall and then lift again. "I am sorry, I do not mean to listen in. Why do you seek such a blade?" he asks softly, a flicker of curiosity to his voice.
Giles	Giles listens carefully to the request, and nods slowly. "I know just what you're looking for. Wait here." He turns and heads down into the basement. Clattering can be heard, and about five minutes later, he returns. With the sort of knife she'd described. Silver. For killing werewolves. "Is this what you're looking for?" The Chinese bird gets a nod. "You're welcome." His attention goes back to the woman, though he keeps a general sense of where the other one is in his peripheral vision.
Sarah Connor	"Me?" Sarah looks at the bird-man. "Would you believe it if I told you I planned on killing wolves?" Werewolves. She would be crazy to use it on regular wolves, and he should know that. When Giles hands her the blade, she takes a very long time to examine it. Sure the blade is sharp, but the balance is off. She hands the knife back to him. "Do you have any other blades?"
Yaozu	Keeping his right hand tucked at the small of his back, the avian approaches, his curiosity a lure that pulls him nearer. His talons tick-click upon the floor, and he stops to take a look to the knife that the shopkeeper has returned with. He doesn't make any sort of sign as though he wants to touch it or look more closely at it, he merely gives it a once over. He isn't difficult to keep track of, as he hasn't wandered far at all. There is a small smile that parts his beak as his gaze turns towards the woman, and he inclines his head slightly towards her. "There are a great many things that I would be willing to believe," Yaozu says softly, his tone thoughtful. "You requested silver. Mythologically speaking, this is a material for specific purposes. Specific creatures," he muses, studying her for a long and unblinking moment.
Giles	Giles had heard the bit about killing wolves. "Trying to kill a werewolf with a knife will get you killed," he says, in seriousness. "You'd be better off using a crossbow or bow with silver tipped arrows or bolts. And yes, I have both in stock. Or bullets. Which I also have in stock." He pauses. "In a variety of calibres." Another pause. "But only in silver. I don't have any others. Nor guns." Not for sale, anyway. He accepts the knife back and nods to what the avian had said. "Werewolves being the formost of those creatures. Vampires too, in some tales."
Sarah Connor	Sarah turns to the bird-man. "Alright then, werewolves." Let's face it, she wouldn't be buying a silver blade for putting in her sheath unless she was crazy, or she thought she had reason. "My.." What did she call Faith anyway. A friend? An acquaintance? Something else? She settled on an acquaintance. The other presumed a relationship that Sarah hadn't gotten to know quite yet. Sure, they could kill together, but friends? Sarah was not trusting enough. "My acquaintance suggested I come here. And I can only assume she was pulling my leg with the knife." She turned to Giles, for his assessment. "Show me the bullets." A few calibres were mentioned. "And the knife. Not that one of course." Sarah had her business face on.
Yaozu	There is a small nod given to the shopkeeper. "Or at the least, injured, I would expect," Yaozu muses, a thoughtful note to his voice. "Is there a werewolf problem? Or, perhaps, a problem werewolf?" he asks, a flicker of curiosity coming to his voice. He looks from the woman to the shopkeeper, as though considering each of them in turn and weighing what both of them have said. "I have not, knowingly at least, met either a werewolf or a vampire," he says softly. He hasn't really had cause for meeting a lot of strange or mythical creatures, as of yet. His gaze turns towards the knife that had been declined, and he lifts his left hand to slightly gesture towards it. "May I, sir?" he asks softly. He has no mythical beast to hunt, but... a silver knife is somewhat intriguing, and it might make a nice addition to his collection of weapons.