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Giles	One would think that with a name like Sunnydale, the weather around here is always amazing. The Springs are very nice, actually. The Summers are very hot, though. It rains all through the Fall, and the rain turns to snow in Winter. The town shares the weather with the nearby Bludhaven. Joys of the east coast and all that. So, at the moment, it is absolutely POURING down rain. Due to the weather, perhaps, the Magic Box is very quiet. The lights are on and the OPEN sign glows, but no real customers meander about. Giles is seated at a table in the middle of the shop, idly flipping through an old book as he sips a cup of tea.
Lucifer	The roar of the engine of the 2028 black Corvette Stingray is hardly subtle. It shrieks on the road on the wet pavement, taking a turn overly quickly into the parking lot. The rain makes it exceptionally dangerous. The car parks well over the line, like an asshole - but there's plenty of parking, and the visibility isn't great, so it probably doesn't matter. Flipping an umbrella out, Lucifer comes around to the other side to shield the young lady with him under the broad umbrella, and the pair come quickly up into the shop, Lucifer pulling up the rear, stopping at the door to close the umbrella under the front eaves of the shop entryway. "Truly coming down in buckets, isn't it," Lucifer remarks in his clipped accent, perhaps surprisingly upbeat despite the drenching rain.
Felicia Hardy	The squealing of the tires masks the near-continuous sounds of high-pitched glee from the passenger. If anyone's thinking Felicia isn't enjoying the //hell// out of this kind of haphazard driving, they're clearly confused -- the thief is unashamedly an adrenaline junkie of the worst (best?) sort. A laughing sigh precedes her exit from the Corvette beneath the cover of the offered umbrella. "Typical mid-October weather," Felicia replies as she pulls back the comfortably-large hood of her caramel-hued trench coat with its double breast of bottons. Her pale hair is still down and loose, her eyes lined with kohl to make them glow the brighter yet, and she looks very content with herself as a whole. The buxom thief glances over at Lucifer and then around the store itself. "The place is cute. I expected...I dunno, pixies flying around or something," she comments.
Giles	Giles hears the roar of that engine, and he glances up curiously towards the windows to the street. He rises smoothly from the chair and closes the book he was reading. "Quite. Feels almost like home," he says wryly to the other Brit. (Or, who he would assume is one). He smooths down his coat and moves behind the counter to shelve the particular book he was reading. "Welcome. Come in and get warm. Dreadful out there tonight." He turns his gaze to Felicia and adjusts his glasses. "Ah. Right. No. Nothing like that. Apologies."
Lucifer	A snorted response emits from Lucifer at Felicia's comment. "What, really? Fancy you were about to have your Hogwarts shopping experience?" Lucifer teases her. "Don't you already have a pet slug? No need to purchase you a bloody owl on top of that, is there?" There's no annoyance despite his words, he's joking, and there's only mirth in how he speaks. A look moves towards Giles as he offers welcome, and Lucifer lifts the umbrella he's folding a little bit, and then leaves the wet object near the door: no sense dripping all over the polished floor. "Almost. Smells different, I think?" Lucifer suggests lightly. "A /tad/ colder, in my estimation." Lucifer was wearing a dark crimson scarf over his trim black overcoat, and he unloops it to hang loosely around his neck as his dark eyes scan the shop's interior.
Felicia Hardy	Half-turning on her booted toes in a pirouette, Felicia turns to look at the shopkeeper. "Don't listen to him about pet slugs, it's not a pet. It's a project," the platinum-blonde clarifies with a dismissive flutter of her gloved hand off to one side. About her neck is a pearly-pink scarf she leaves tucked; it must have been at least cold enough for her to need to warm up more. However, as she dares to travel further into the shop with her jade-green eyes already dancing over the objects both known and unknown, she begins to pluck her fingers free of the driving gloves. "So, no pixies. That's fine. David Bowie back there has a laundry list of things I apparently need for getting into ritual circles." Rupert is shot a fetching smile framed by red-red lips.
Giles	Giles glances between the two curiously as he watches them from behind the counter. "Smells quite different, yes," he replies. The man is wearing a pair of slacks and loafers, along with a sweater and tie, and a tweed coat. He looks like a professor or librarian out of some book. "Ritual circles? I see. Well, we have all sorts of things you could be interested in, then."
Lucifer	"On that we can agree. Intra-dimensional monsters with a particular focus on consuming unattended babies are not pets," Lucifer points out with a finger pointing at Felicia, but his smirk may make it hard to determine if he's actually kidding: and if so, which part of it he was joking /about/. "They don't do any tricks. It would be as much of a pet as a fish is. I'm not overly convinced a fish can be a pet." "'Bowie'? I quite like that; I accept." Lucifer has prowled behind a bookcase, but his voice carries: "Oh, I'm //quite// certain you could find your way into a ritual circle; the trick will be finding a route out again." Lucifer's words remain teasing, but his tone never mocking. He comes around the other side of the shelf, and tips his chin to indicate Felicia should go take a look, indicating towards Giles. "Sounds like the jackpot, mm? See if something speaks to you." Lucifer's dark eyes move over a collection of jars near him, and he bends with obvious curiosity to read the labels.
Felicia Hardy	Hopefully at least Rupert has half an eye on the thief. Lucifer appears at the far end of the shelf and one of her hands reaching to see if she can loosen the top of a belljar filled with what appears to be captured will-o-wisp motes whips back into a pocket. Felicia impresses complete innocent on her face before she swans over to the counter where Giles stands. He gets the full brunt of her most charming smile now, complete with a delicate tip of her head to one side and hands with fingers interlaced upon the countertop itself. "I'd like to summon a unicorn," she announces with bright confidence to the shopkeeper. "What do I need?"
Giles	"If you can form an emotional bond with an animal, I can assure you that it can count as a pet. An animal does not need to do tricks to count," Giles offers. He moves to the table to collect his abandoned cup of tea, which he sets down in the back room before returning, watching the two through the door the entire time. Most of the stuff out in the main shop is mundane. It serves civilians or religious pagans well, and can act as foci for real practitioners, but there is nothing sordid, and there are no legit ancient tomes of forbidden lore on the shelves. Still, there is plenty that someone looking to learn can use. The jars, in this case, primarily contain various forms of incense. "Summon a unicorn?," he asks, arching an eyebrow.
Lucifer	"Summon a unicorn?" echoes Lucifer from where he is. He loses interest in the incense quickly, hands loose by his sides, and just gives Felicia a very quizzical look from where he is.
Felicia Hardy	"Did I stutter?" Felicia glances between both men and then back to Rupert again. "Yes, I said a unicorn. Look, I know how magic works." A beat." ...kind of -- enough to know that I could do this if I wanted to and I have //always// wanted to see a unicorn. I'm not going to keep it as a pet!" Yet another beat and the thief rolls her eyes a little. "...yeah, okay, that's a lie, I'm going to //try// to keep it as a pet. I already have a magical cat. How cool would it be to have a pet unicorn?!" Apparently very cool by how Felicia claps her hands together once and sighs, utterly enamored by the idea. "But yes, what do I need?" Her eyes glow towards Giles.
Giles	"Well, attempting to summon a creature like that isn't...exactly something someone new to the craft should try," Giles says slowly. He glances from Felicia to Lucifer and back again. "And a creature like that isn't likely to be summoned anywhere near an urban environment...nor could it survive for long in one. They are also drawn to purity. Innocence. Not -sexual- purity, as the fae have never been prudes. Christianity added that little bit in. No...soul purity. Being an innocent, caring, non-corrupted person. Would you qualify yourself as such?"
Lucifer	"Hold on a minute. You have a magical cat?" Lucifer asks, as if that was the thing that must stuck out to him over all of what she just said. "As in, is it actually /magic/, or is it that it seems to know what you're thinking, and then ignores what you want? Because I believe that is a normal cat." Lucifer strolls over to the counter, one brow sky high, and he decides to assist her, instead of question. "Yes. Unicorn building ingredients," he chimes in. "In case the summoning fails, we'll Frankenstein it," he says, with a sideways smirk at Felicia. But then Giles says some of the things needed. Well. "OR..... you could summon a /three headed demon dog/."
Felicia Hardy	Felicia lifts an imperative pointer finger up towards Lucifer without looking away from the staid shopkeeper across the counter. It is to suggest a momentary hush in suggestions in a most sassy manner. "I am as fresh and new as the dawn and doves wish their souls were as squeaky clean as mine," she informs Giles in utmost certainty. She does glance over at Lucifer after a moment. "My cat is actually magic, yes. Like, made of magic. I got him as a gift. He's better than diamonds. I don't think he'd get along with a three-headed demon dog though." The thief scrunches her nose.
Giles	Giles adjusts his sweater a bit as he considers the two. He has practically raised several magical female teenagers. He's used to guile and such. "Well. How about I provide you with some basic books on the basics, hmm? And when you're ready to move to the next step, then you can come back over?" He steps around the counter and makes his way to one of the shelves, pulling down a few books.
Lucifer	"Felicia, you could have told me that, before I gave you the slug as a gift," Lucifer comments, scoffing. "Didn't know the bar was set at 'magical cat better than diamonds.'" He does contain himself otherwise, allowing the request that he hush for a moment, leaning one hand on the countertop, posture relaxed, jaunty. He remains quiet as Giles (correctly) determines that she's basic, and Lucifer spreads one palm in an 'after you' motion towards the basic practicioner section.
Felicia Hardy	The sigh is soooooooooooooo long-suffering to follow the most responsible answer to Felicia's gambit at complete and utter innocence. Her hands slip down from the counter to disappear as she folds her arms beneath her chest. "Yes, fine. We all have to start somewhere. The basics are fine," she agrees with a small pout to her bottom lip. Even if her feelings are (temporarily) hurt, Giles will find the thief standing next to him and eyeing the books pulled out from the shelving. "I'll let you meet Shammy one time, Mister Bowie. I think you'll like him. Pretty much everybody does. He's worth his weight in diamonds." The Devil gets a smirk on the sly.
Giles	The stodgy older man leads the two towards the shelves in question. He ignores the long-suffering sigh. Buffy gave him worse in the beginning. Hell, she's in college and he STILL deals with it sometimes. And don't even get him STARTED on Faith. So, basically, he is immune to such histrionics. "Basics on Circles. Beginniners Guide to Conjuration. Silverwolf's Grimoire. These are excellent beginners books, miss. I am sure you will either find something in them. Whether you find that this is the path you want...or that it is a distaction that bores you...is yet to be seen."
Lucifer	"Well now, from that description he sounds like me. And I //rather// enjoy myself," Lucifer answers Felicia evenly. He's just being 'helpful' at this point, relaxed by the counter, though his eyes are wandering beyond it, a curious manner to see if there's more than just the main store area. "Silverwolf's isn't bad," Lucifer offers as an opinion, while looking through his coat pockets for something or other.
Felicia Hardy	Silverwolf's is picked up even as Felicia attempts to not smile. She can roughly estimate Lucifer's weight and she indulges in some loose calculations as to how many karats of diamonds that might translate to along with additional price. It makes her lips purse into an obvious attempt to not spread like a Cheshire Cat's grin. "I like reading. This stuff shouldn't be boring. It's a new study for me," she informs Rupert even as she cracks the book open across one hand. Fingernails delicately pick pages and turn them; Felicia skim-reads over a section dedicated to diagrams and the precision necessary to utilize them before closing the book. "Thank you, this is great." Rupert gets another bright grin, apparently forgiven for stomping on her unicorn-summoning dreams because she's got magical books to peruse. "How much do I owe you?"
Giles	The man turns back towards the counter and slips behind it. He scans each book and works up the purchase. These aren't ancient tomes or anything, so the prices are not insane. He has the look of a man who -might- have some of those tomes under lock and key elsewhere, though. Giles gives the price for the books. "Would you like the membership? Ten percent off purchases and you earn points off of each purchase." He drones a bit when he says that last bit. He isn't a fan of it all, but he has been assured that stuff like that helps bring in sales. It has, in fact, but it always makes him feel weird. It's a long way from being Ripper. (Which is a good thing, of course.)%
Lucifer	Lucifer pivots back to the counter. He waits for the things to be rung up, before calmly asking, "How exclusive. Maybe next time. ....In other more serious, less 'basic' interests, I'm shopping for Wyvern horn: solid, or in shavings form, but //not// powder. For which I either have cash, or Ykuzantih ichor to offer." The ichor mentioned would, in fact, come from an awful monstrous creature roughly seven inches in length, with a squishy elogated body, with three spindly legs and a lot of teeth. It would resemble a giant black slug, in a manner, and if researched, does love to eat unattended babies. The uses for the ichor are primarily around enchantments. "If you have non-standard wyvern - spined, or red? - I'd consider buying those, too, but I don't want any powdered." Lucifer wrinkles his nose.
Felicia Hardy	"Sure! I want to be a member, yes." Felicia pulls her wallet out of an interior illusion-pocket, cleverly sewn against an obvious attempt to lift it from her person. Bills are counted and then handed across the way to Rupert. She does give Lucifer a curious glance. "I had no idea there were grades of wyvern horn. Does it make the cigarette taste better or something? I mean, that smoke smelled...pretty awful. I had to scrub for a long time to get the smell out of my hair." Almost unconsciously, Felicia combs fingernails through her tresses to continue its lazily rumped appearance. "I have that slug critter, by the way. That...Ykuzanitter thingie. If you want more ichor after you haggle with him, you let me know."
Giles	"Wyvern horn? I do not have any on-hand, but I do have the ability to get some." He considers the man across the counter from him differently now. He plucks his glasses off and picks up a little kerchief, cleaning them before putting them back on. "For a product like -that-, of course, I would need to get some details from you, and it would take some time to get into the store." In other words he'd want to check up on this man before selling him a product like that. He isn't in the market for providing to black magic or it's ilk. He takes the money from Felicia and nods. He slides her the simple little paper to fill out to become a member. Typical mailing list stuff.
Lucifer	"Very cute; you didn't know it existed at all until last week, did you?" Lucifer teases Felicia when she pretends to not know about the subtle grades of types. "Simple Wyvern horn is best, easier to cut with other things, creatively. Also, safer for others who do care about their hair," he says, with a nod towards her locks. "Me being considerate." That said, Lucifer frowns at Giles' response. Aw. "None on hand? How disappointing. I'll have to ration what I have," Lucifer says, dismayed at being blocked, but still upbeat. "Well, that's how it goes. I suppose. Happy to give details, I'd like a steady supply," shares the rather energetic and friendly man.
Felicia Hardy	Plucking a pen from the nearby holder, Felicia then gets to filling out the mailing list. She writes in 'F. Hardy' and gives a burner phone's number rather than her personal number as well as an email specifically for mailing list adverts that selectively forwards to her private email. Her writing slows as she looks up at Rupert removing a smudge from his glasses and then sideways at Lucifer with a minimal turn of her head. This sounds like serious business, the wyvern horn...like there's almost a background check needed. She's also taking notes on the Devil's subtle methods of machination.
Giles	"None on hand. Apologies." He takes the paperwork from Felicia and sets it aside. Someone decent with computers will input it all late. That certainly will not be his job. "Thank you both for your purchase. I hope you find what you're looking for in those books, Ms. Hardy," he offers. He got her name from the paperwork, of course. "Unfortunatly, it's closing time. So, if you will allow me to show you out? I do hope you will come agian." With that he leads the two out of the Magic Box and closes up for the night.
Lucifer	Lucifer fishes a card out, one of his LUX cards, places it next to Felicia's paperwork, flashing an enigmatic smile. "Do call me when you get some in, then," Lucifer requests, flippant but friendly. He moves a hand against Felicia's back, encouraging her to continue out with their purchases.