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Ysabelle	A sunny summer afternoon is perfect for perusing a few antique stores. Having found nothing in the stores of Metropolis, the young looking magus had moved onto the somewhat darker streets of Gotham and hence, to the very shop that she steps into now, a small golden bell chiming her entrance. Wearing a gown of amber silk, cut tight around the torso before falling in clean lines from her hips to brush the floor. A deep hood is pulled back to reveal snow white skin and a small ruby held by a golden chain twined in dark tresses. Gem-like turquoise eyes reflect the sunlight as she moves around the dusty old room, fingers skimming close but never touching anything. The only noise the Magician makes is the soft 'whisk whisk' of her skirts as she moves.
Imbroglio	There seems to be only one attendant to the shop today. A woman in her late teens, just barely an adult, with platinum blonde hair and a hood that conceals her features whenever she isn't looking at the viewer. Dana seems to be shelving books in a small shelf that contains a small number of antique books. The ringing bell catcher her attention. "Hello. May I help you? Mister Ardwell is out sick today, but I'll do my best..." she calls out in a self-conscious, distracted tone as she makes her way over to try and spot the new arrival. She pauses upon seeing the uncommon woman, silent for the moment as she awaits a response.
Ysabelle	"Oh, good afternoon Miss." Burnt umber lips move in quiet utterance. With a soft accent that could only be localised as 'Western European', the odd little woman isn't really helping matters in regards of standing out. Still, her face is all calm composure as she speaks; "I must admit to only browsing at the moment. Unless you have any first editions?" She pauses, her smile widening a little hopefully. "It's rare to find one I don't have, but always worth the look..."
Imbroglio	"We don't get many books here," Dana confesses, looking back towards the shelf before returning her gaze to the potential customer. "I usually buy them myself, when they come in," she admits a little sheepishly. Still, she steps out of the way, "You're welcome to look, if you like. We might have some others in the back, but you'd have to be more specific then." Her gaze momentarily lingers on the gem-like eyes before she catches herself staring and looks away.
Ysabelle	The older woman's smile turns strangely maternal as she's stared at. At least the young girl has the good grace to look abashed about it. "Please, it's alright." She giggles, the musical noise a little at odds with her otherworldly visage. "I'm not exactly run of the mill am I?" Her voice holds the same warmth as her smile. Moving towards the indicated shelf, the magician continues in the same tone; "I can certainly understand the desire to collect books. Be sure to let me know if I pick one that you had your eye on, first come and all that." The easy way in which she speaks gives credence to the words.
Imbroglio	"Ah, s-sorry," Dana stammers out apologetically when she's been caught staring. There's a faint blush to her cheeks. She shifts her weight a little to one side, hands fidgeting in her lap. "I'm hardly one to stare. I'm sorry," she repeats herself. There's a curious look, "Oh, run of the mill isn't so common these days. It's a little ironic." She follows a little way to the shelf, moving to return to shelving a stack of old books ont it. She smiles towards the other woman, "Ah, well. If I want it, I usually buy it before it's on the shelf. If not, it's usually because I can't afford it. Feel free to buy whatever you see that you like there."
Ysabelle	She has to laugh at that, nodding in agreement. "Yes, there do seem to be a plethora of heroes and villians agian don't there? It's the mythic age all over again..." She's still laughing to herself as glittering eyes begin to peruse the meagre selection of volumes. A soft gasp escapes the pale woman's lips as a bone white finger gently selects a red leather bound volume. The spine itself is so faded as to make the title all but illegible. Even so, the volume is plucked from the others with a gentlness akin to a mother and babe. "This one please Miss..?" The question hangs in the air as she rises, turning to address the girl face to face.
Imbroglio	"Do you consider yourself one or the other?" wonders Dana, briefly look over the other woman again. More appraising this time, still looking abashed when she catches herself doing it. The gasp catches her attention. She frowns a little, squinting at the cover to try and recall which book, precisely, it must be. She reaches for it at the request, "Let me ring it up for you. Will that be all?" She starts to move behind the counter either way, "Me? I'm Dana. Dana Derleth. And you, Miss?"
Ysabelle	"Oroion, ah, Ysabelle Orion that is." So difficult to remember the right greetings sometimes. The amber clad woman grins sheepishly, managing to look like a girl year's younger at the same time. "And I'd like to believe that I lean more to towards the heroine than a villianess. I do think that will be all thank you Miss Derleth." With the distraction of the hunt over, the magician has a chance to actually /look/ at the girl in the shadowy shop. Shadowy? But it's blazing day outside... And that's when it finally sinks in what's been niggling at her since she entered. The shadows /are/ the girl. Or her aura at least. Outwardly serene however, all the woman says is; "That's a rather murky aura you have there Miss Derleth." If her hands happen to twitch a fraction, surely it's nerves?
Imbroglio	Dana gives a slight nod at the slightly strange greeting, but she doesn't pay it much mind. "I think most of us try to lean hero. We maybe don't all succeed," she admits, a little reserved in her tone. She offers a shy smile, "Nice to meet you, Miss Orion." She presses a few buttons on the register, then puts the book in a little bag, "That'll be fifty-two seventy, please." She freezes at talk about her aura, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "That- I-..." she struggles to protest or explain, averting her gaze.
Ysabelle	Well, that certainly wasn't the response of some deeper evil thing. Or at least, the magus hopes not. Otherwise this next bit is going to seem a little foolish. Ysabelle's smile turn's maturnal, itself a look that seems to belie her youthful face. "It's okay Dana, I'm not going to do anything to you..." Her hands come up, palms towards the other woman - the universal sign of 'look, no weapons see?'. "I spoke out of turn, it was rude and I appologise. Maybe we might start again?" It seems so reasonable, coming in that melodious voice, that motherly smile on a young woman's face. "My name is Ysabelle Orion, Archmagus. And you are?"
Imbroglio	This just has all thrown poor Dana entirely for a loop. She looks on the brink of a panic attack. She looks away and - no, it couldn't be. It almost looked like her bangs curled themselves back and out of view, but everything seems fine when she's looking back. One could swear she's paler. That her eyes didn't have that green tinge to them before she looked away. Thankfully, Ysabelle makes an effort at calming her, it seems. When the hands go up, she calms a little. At the introduction, she takes a deep breath. She mostly seems fine again. Her eyes and skin remain the same. Must be how it always was, yes? "Nice to meet you, Miss Orion. I'm Dana Derleth. Part-time amateur hero. I guess," she answers awkwardly, "And totally not evil. I think."
Ysabelle	A beaming smile accompanies the Magician clapping her hands together. "Well then! Totally not evil is ever so interesting, because I am totally not evil either!" She pauses, and then adds; "I think." It's clear from the short woman's demenaor that she has no ill intent, either that or hollywood grammys must bow at the paper-white woman's feet. "I have been known to /help/ heroes you know, on occassion." She reaches into a fold of her skirts, a cunningly sewn pocket from which springs a slender black leather card holder. The young looking woman flips it open to reveal a SHIELD ID, naming her an Arcane Consultant. "See? Not evil." Her smile is beautificent.
Imbroglio	"That's... good," answers a still-somewhat-bewildered Dana. She blinks a few times, seemingly confused by the attitude of this other woman. She looks down at the ID, squinting a little at it. Then she looks back to the Magician. "That's good," she reiterates again, once more in response to the claims Ysabelle makes regarding her alignment. "Can I help you? This is all very overwhelming..." she confesses.
Ysabelle	Ysabelle's expression softens as she slips the ID away. "Yes, yes it must be. I'm sorry, I do tend to get carried away now and then." Carried away, because meeting something... No some/one/ new is exciting, and interesting. At least more so than the day to day book collecting that the magician normally does. "I was startled at your aura, and there's been a lot of... undisirables about lately." A hand needlessly smoothes her skirts for a moment before she finishes with; "Of course, I'll keep your secret. Though I'd dearly love to hear how you came to be as you are..." Because the bone white woman with the gem-like eyes has no explanations to give herself... Nope!
Imbroglio	"That's alright..." answers Dana regarding being carried away. She still seems lost as to the purpose of all this. She also seems a little on-edge still. "Maybe this wasn't the best place to work if I wanted to stay secret..." she murmurs to herself more than anyone else. There's a raised brow at the talk of how she became this way. She even frowns some here. "That's... not really a story for someone I just met, sorry," she answers with a slightly apologetic tone.
Ysabelle	Ysabelle's cheeks stain a soft pink despite the colouration of her skin. "Ah, yes... Ever the scholar, I'm afraid." The older woman dips her head in understanding, a little note of appology creeping into her voice. "Let's see, I suppose the polite thing to do would be..." Taking a moment to pull some notes from her belt-purse, she lays out the American currency before her. There's decidedly too much, being closer to two hundred dollars. "Keep the change, for the next volume you find. And should you wish to see a library that's more dedicated to..." A hand waves lightly; "Our kind of reading, then this is my number." A landline number is written in a flowing hand on a notepad with the small stub of a pencil. It too is added onto the table. "I have seen something similiar to you once before, but that was a curse..." She frowns a little then shrugs. "I promise you, our meeting was an accident. But sometimes such things are plesant ones hmm?" White fingers collect the volume she'd decided to buy for herself, for all the world ready to leave and let the girl come to her, or not, as the darkling chooses.
Imbroglio	The money is accepted and put into the register, sans the extra. This is passed back towards Ysabelle, along with the bagged book that she had selected before the talk. "Thank you for your patronage..." she murmurs quietly, "But that's far too much. I don't need money for an apology." Despite her refusal, Dana takes the number. It's pocketed somewhere in her voluminous outfit. "I'm not sure you've ever seen anything like me, Miss Orion," she answers with no small amount of disbelief. Following doesn't seem to have even entered into her mind, a bit to spacey after the encounter just yet. Still in a bit of a daze.
Ysabelle	"I'm much older than I look..." Ysabelle smiles gently. "The last time I saw something like that, someone had been messing around with things beyond their ken..." Not that she's saying that's what happened to the other woman of course; "They'd ended up with far more hands and feet than they were meant to... And their aura had turned to an almost solid jet black. Not /quite/ like yours I'll admit, but it's similiar enough to comment on." Ever the scholar, quick to share knowledge, sometimes a little too quick perhaps. She's collected her book, but uses the other girl's spacey brain to leave the rest of the money on the counter as the pale woman turns to start her journey to the door. "Do feel free to call, we can have tea and talk on the occult. After all, friends come and go Miss Darleth, it always pays to make more." Cool fingers rest on the shops door handle as she pulls her deep hood back into place, hiding those odd features in it's shadowy depths. "I do hope to hear from you soon..."
Imbroglio	"Mmm," Dana answers noncommittally like only a teenager can. An adult teenager, mind, but still a teenager. The frown is back as she watches Ysabelle. The tension is back. Her skin is paler, and her face is a little more... uncomfortable to look at. She doesn't respond as the other woman leaves, just kind of watching. Trying to regain control of herself after this unsettling encounter. The money will likely be retrieved some time later.