Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 0:10:28 GMT -5
Acerbi's Antiques was bigger than it looked. This might be because of some clever warding on Varnock's part, or the place might just be a tad magical since it was given to him by his family. All the same even if it was hidden down a side street that was nearly an alley, the place was clean and looked well kept. It was always strangely quiet inside though. Almost like a library.
In fact the shop stood quietly as it always did. Ellen was sitting lazily on the counter with a paw dangling off the edge passing the time as most cats did. Varnock was in his room upstairs organizing the mess within his mind he called a library as usual. Or maybe he was studying. Who knows? Ellen didn't much mind either way as long as they got along and no one bothered her while she was sleeping in particularly nice patches of sunlight.
The shop certainly was an interesting place though. Full of all sorts of knicks and knacks. Then there was the magical items floating around. Some of them were just blessed with casual luck from Varnock's warding abilities, some alerted to threats entering the home by falling over, some were things he picked up over time. To Ellen just about all of them were boring. Maybe if she ever had the power to materialize as a human she would enjoy them more, but for now her favorite part of the place happened to be sitting on the counter in the sun or the luxurious armchairs with the other furniture in the back of the shop.
Of course Varnock also casually sold what reagents he came across or had shipped to him by his family too. He didn't exactly have an apothecary going yet, but it would there eventually. Hopefully after he managed to work some more strength into his warding ability.
Ellen stretched and gave a yawn as she adjusted her position a bit for the next few hours or until someone entered the shop. Maybe a Waker would show up that could provide her some intelligent conversation or a sleeper that was interested in something to spice up their home. Anything to break the monotony would be nice, but not necessary for her.
Last Edit: Dec 22, 2012 0:20:04 GMT -5 by varnock acerbi
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 1:16:04 GMT -5
Early morning for Mildred Bagley-Aldaine translated to 'evening', and so she walked the urban paths, slightly hungry for 'breakfast'. It was a thirst that never really went away, and at this point it was easy to ignore. Soon enough, however, she'd be forced to eat again, or give up her good looks... Among other things.
There was always something to do in New York. Something to see, someone to talk to, somewhere to get yelled at for existing, you named it, it was just around the corner. Literally millions of people were within your reach at any point, each with different back stories, hopes, dreams, and tastes (along with their own taste, you know, the kind you felt on your tongue). None of this explained why she was so bored. She'd thought for sure when she'd crossed the oceans all that time ago, headed for the explosive new territories west, that she'd never be bored again. Sure, there were still things she liked to do, but man...
Her mental whining was a luxury that she loved to drown herself in.
Today, her misanthropic hopscotch through her new 'hometown' led her down alleys she'd never seen before. Alleys were like people. They all seemed the same, or at least fell into a few different categories, but when you really studied them, the little differences between each one really came to light. She crushed the occasional cigarette butt underfoot, sidestepped little concrete half-stoops, but nothing caught her interest whatsoever.
On this particular excusion, she wore an outfit similar to a school uniform, though closer inspection would show that it was much nicer, and didn't belong to any of the local public schools. It was uniform-like simply because of the combination: long-sleeved and thick blazer to protect from the cold, skirt to keep up the all-important appearance, thick tights, and shoes. To the untrained (read: Sleeper) eye, if they chose to look at her at all, they would see a sixteen year old student meandering home via detours. Anyone with certain skills would immediately see what she truly was, but it wasn't really a stretch: she looked the same, only closer to fourteen, maybe a petite fifteen. Who could tell with teenage girls these days, right? Those skirts...
She had exited her series of alleys and ended up on some little side-roads when she came across something that sparked her interest, however little the flame was that it caused. Anything was better than nothing, and so she stepped in with hardly a real glance at the outside.
"Hello," she said softly as she glanced around inside.
note: for the sake of mildred, this post and any responses directly to this post will have to be in the evening :3
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 1:33:24 GMT -5
The door opened silently to show the slightly dim interior of the shop. At some point during the transition from day to night the lights had been flipped on in place of the light leaking in through some of the windows. Ellen had moved to her favorite chair and lifted her head to peer curiously at the new arrival. Her master knew someone was here surely, but he wouldn't know who. Time to inform him she supposed. 'Varnock someone is here. A schoolgirl I think, but I don't recognize the uniform.'
There was the mental equivalent of a grunt as he put a hold to whatever he was doing and silently padded down the stairs in the back room. Varnock had heard his ward go off as a small chime like some shops had to alert the owner of customers and had already been putting his reading on hold as Ellen let him know what was going on. He exited the door behind the counter as Ellen slipped over towards the newcomer and rubbed up against her a bit. Oh how she hoped it was a Waker so she had someone to chat with.
A friendly smile and greeting came from the until then silent owner at his potential customer. "Good evening miss. Can I help you find something this fine night? We have just about anything you could think of lying around somewhere in here."
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 1:47:58 GMT -5
Impressive. Customer service, even in the evening, and prompt at that. Not bad, either, she thought briefly as she looked her host over before she moved her thoughts to other things. It was an antique store, obviously, and here was where it got fun. The exciting part about entering random places was trying to come up with a reason afterwards. Why in the world would a schoolgirl want to shop at an antique store? Could she be looking for something? A gift for herself of some sort? No, a birthday present.
Her thoughts lingered on perhaps asking if he had any bibles. This appealed to her from the simple humor in the very idea: asking for something as common as a bible at an antique store? That would cause some sort of upset, right? Hilarious. There was always the risk, however, of him bringing out a bible, and... Well, let's leave it at that. She didn't want to risk it. She didn't grow to the ripe old age of six hundo-whatevs by being careless. She settled on the birthday present, perhaps for.. a father. Sure, a father.
Her face darkened for a moment as she thought about the R-word, but hey, real emotion made for real stories.
"I'm looking for a birthday present," she started, sounding like an unsure yet snobby teenage girl. "For my fa.. My dad." She looked around the establishment again, eyeing one thing or another without really looking. This was her main mistake, something she probably wouldn't realize until later. If she looked hard enough, maybe, just maybe, she would've seen something worth seeing... But that was how things went.
"He likes old stuff."
She glanced at the cat, then looked away quickly. She was no animal-hater, not really. She liked cats, and hamsters, and birds. They just didn't seem to like her, and she had an idea of just why that was.
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 2:05:23 GMT -5
Ugh, teenagers. Varnock had a bit of a problem with them. They didn't seem to ever appreciate what was around them enough and coupled that with the personality traits that came with the age. He held in a sigh and moved around the counter with a laugh and a smile. "Well this is the right place for older things. Anything in particular he likes that I can direct you to? As I said we have many things here."
Ellen on the other hand was being more or less ignored. She hated that. At least most customers decided to 'pet the pretty kitty' or some such nonsense. She was an intelligent familiar and she deserved better than being brushed off by some child! With a mischievously intelligent look in her eyes she leaned against the customer and dug her claws in a little. That would teach her some manners, going around ignoring people like that.
Varnock had to resist running a hand down his face in exasperation at the antics of Ellen, most of which he was privy to hearing through their link as master and familiar. He would have to let the teen suffer so as not to appear too odd. What cat owner has ever been able to stop their pet from doing something before they did it if they would have no prior knowledge of it after all? Or so he told himself. He might just not mind as much as he liked to think he did.
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 2:19:17 GMT -5
She crinkled her nose just a little bit as she sort-of looked around, trying her best to appear uninterested and ignorant. In truth, to her, this was hilarious. If this was any average, Sleeper-owned antique shop, she was probably older than everything in here, and more interesting to boot. As it was, she was searching for anything expensive, something out of the price-range of a teenage girl. Her eyes stopped on a cabinet of some sort, one that looked harmless enough and in the corner. She was about to ask about it when the cat she'd noticed earlier pressed its claws into her leg.
It was a sharp pain, but a small one. She looked down to look at the damage. Really, she was more worried about the leggings. She didn't hold any particular sentimental value in them, but cabinets be damned if she was going to walk home with torn up tights like some wanna-be Ke$ha.
She leaned down, making to pet the cat, but really attempting to push it away from herself in one movement. She patted her on the head, still not saying anything to her. After all, teenagers ignored cats. Unless they were the kind that sat at home on the computer, and obviously, she was not one of those right now.
She returned to the matter at hand, a little unhappy about her tights situation.
"What about that cabinet thing?" She asked, pointing towards the antique she had noticed earlier. "Is that a lot?"
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 2:29:45 GMT -5
Ellen rubbed herself into the hand that moved to pet her and wandered away, more or less content with the situation now. The girl felt a bit off though. Most cats were a bit attuned to magical things and had a bit of a sense to avoid or further explore them, and this girl felt along the lines of that. Of course for all she knew it was just some unawakened sleeper or the scent of a Waker on her. She jumped onto the cabinet in question and just stared at the girl thinking of buying it.
Varnock finally let loose his sigh over Ellen and watched her move to the cabinet in question. It wasn't exactly cheap, to say the least. Fine craftsmanship and about two or three hundred years old. Not the oldest thing in the shop by far, but one of the most finely made for sure. "I apologize on behalf of Ellen. She can be a bit of a troublemaker sometimes. As for the cabinet... It isn't cheap, no. I have it marked at about fifteen hundred right now. I should warn you I don't take checks."
On the other hand that cabinet was decidedly ordinary. The mirror next to it had some enchantment or another on it that Varnock had had to seal away before it caused damage to anyone else or their psyche. Crazy thing had made everyone in it look more beautiful than they should and told them ways to be more beautiful. Killed three people through starvation. He shook himself out of his mental tangent. "Maybe I can interest you in something a bit cheaper or more portable? I charge a rather steep fee for delivery considering how hard it is to move about this town in a car."
Last Edit: Dec 22, 2012 2:30:44 GMT -5 by varnock acerbi
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 2:38:51 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, like she understood. She understood well enough, really, but there was a part to play. Delivery was definitely a bitch in this city, unless it was on bike or whatever. Either way, she never had things just delivered to her personal living quarters, so it didn't really concern her. Either way, it was definitely a nice cabinet. She could imagine it in the corner of her bedroom, perhaps. Really, though, it was a shame to waste it on an apartment. The thing belonged in a house, at least, if not a mansion. She supposed it didn't really matter, considering it was all pretend, but it wasn't like she couldn't afford it.
This was fun.
"Ooookay," she said, as if she was trying to sound unimpressed with the price. "Do you have, like, golf clubs?" It was an innocent question, really. She'd seen TV Shows where the Father Figure was often seen being made fun of for his golf clubs, which were called 'Antiques'. Maybe it was an offensive stereotype, maybe it wasn't. "Or maybe, um.." Genuinely, she paused to think. She was starting to run out of things a girl would think her father was interested in. The more she thought, the more chances she had to look around. She made a note to herself. After whatever happened tonight, she'd try and make an actual purchase here at some point. It was only fair, and besides, a few of the things here were genuinely interesting. Her eyes landed on the cat again, and a light turned on somewhere above her head. "Is your cat for sale?"
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 2:54:50 GMT -5
He nearly choked on his laughter as Ellen bristled and nearly fell from the cabinet. "I apologize, but no, Ellen is not for sale. She would probably go mad without me around in fact. I can't say I carry golf clubs though, sorry. I just don't think a set old enough is floating around. On the other hand I feel you would find more luck for those in a pawn shop. Maybe I can interest you in a book or decorative item of some sort? We have quite the collection of decorative weaponry and books here in fact."
And each and every book was a clever remake thanks to his ability with books. He wouldn't ever give up an original after all. The weaponry... Well most of it was fake sadly. He did say decorative after all. A few had some enchantment or another on them though to keep them clean or to make them catch the eye better. The real weaponry went into his arsenal after all.
Meanwhile Ellen had slunk off behind the counter and up onto a high shelf and out of reach to glare at the girl and her master. She knew he had entertained the thought for a moment just to spite her after all. She hope he ripped a page out of his book when she called for him next. She would make sure to make it especially loud just for him.
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 3:02:59 GMT -5
There was a hint of genuine disappointment when he said the cat wasn't for sale. It was obvious, really. As far as she could tell, she was as much a part of the store as he was. It was cute. A part of her wished for something like it, but pets were gone much too fast for her taste. In the big picture, it was like a blink of an eye, the lifespan of the average housecat. Still, she needed to stay true to the character she was building. This was good practice.
"I guess he would probably like a kitten, anyway," she said, a complaint barely hidden underneath her words. "But books are boring. My dad doesn't read books. He says books read him." She nodded like it was sage advice, but honestly, she had no idea what it meant. She was freestyling here, after all. "What kind of weapons do you have? Do you have a kitchen knife set?" She scooted closer to the man as she dug in her pocket. As a rule, she didn't carry much more than cash to get her around or into most places. A checkbook was out of the question. She had a credit card, too -- probably the most modern thing she owned, besides the awkward, down-the-nose look she was trying to give Varnock -- but that was only for emergencies.
"Hey, kitty," she added as an afterthought, her voice thick like honey, flowery like a spray of febreze in your face: enough to make you feel a little sick. She smiled up at the cat on the shelf, hints of mischief dancing in her eyes... whatever that looked like.
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 3:18:02 GMT -5
Ignoring the thought that someone might not enjoy a good book he stopped to think if he had a set of knives lying around. As he thought Ellen bristled a bit and lashed her tail about. This girl was getting on her nerves! She was almost a little creepy in some way. Ellen thought about just going upstairs, but that would be giving up and letting herself be defeated!
Varnock ignored his familiar and her odd thought process, she had been acting strange all day anyways, and turned to his customer. "I have several actually. Are you looking for a decorative set for use when you have important people over, an efficient set for everyday use, or a bit of a mixture? I have some lovely European ones in the back actually..." He stopped for a moment and moved towards a door that was more or less hidden due to the location of a large wardrobe right beside it and walked in to flip on a light.
He stuck his head out moments later and gestured the girl forward as Ellen made her way across the tops of things to see what was going on. "I keep the weapons, decorative or not, in here if you would like to take a look. Personal policy demands I stay nearby when customers are handling sharp implements though."
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 3:33:43 GMT -5
She wondered briefly if this guy had put any thought into just what he was doing. Sure, he may have had perfectly pure intentions, but to any outsider, he was still a male, older than her, inviting her alone into a mysterious, dark back room. To top that she looked like a god damn schoolgirl. What would some random passerby think? It was interesting (to her, at least) that that was the main thought, not an actual fear of the guy being a pervert instead of being seen as one. She supposed it just kind of came with the terrority, though. She wasn't too threatened when it came to her integrity or virginity or whatever. She could take care of herself.
Besides, he seemed harmless enough.
Still, she had to play the part. The show, it must go on! C'est la vie.
"Can you just bring something out?" She asked, a bit of a whine in her voice. "I don't wanna go back there." As to the type of knife set... She didn't know. It was seriously a throw away option, and she found herself caught in it. "I want, I mean, he wants, some for everyday."
To be honest, she was getting bored of the act. She was very patient, normally, but right now... Something was itching at her, about this store, about this man, about that cat.
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 3:43:12 GMT -5
He looked confused for a moment before shrugging and heading back into the room. There came a sound that was almost definitely a laugh from somewhere that wasn't the room though. Almost sounded like it came from the cat in fact. Varnock emerged about a minute later with two knife sets of almost clearly opposite make. I have a Chinese set and that European one I mentioned. Either of these look good enough to you?"
At the mention of a credit card he placed the knives on the counter and moved behind the register to pull out a card reader. "I prefer not to, but I certainly can. My family sort of ingrained it into me to use the money itself rather than checks or credit you see. Personally I prefer just using a visa."
Varnock may have missed her mistake in wording, but Ellen had been paying more attention after quickly stifling her laugh. She had to admit that that wasn't the reaction she had expected. First time it had happened even. Of course most people looking for weaponry were male for some reason... She quite enjoyed looking through that room personally. All the same she was watching the girl more carefully now. It wasn't just an annoying stare anymore either.
Post by mildred bagley-aldaine on Dec 22, 2012 3:54:50 GMT -5
The cat made a sound, which was either probably a death cry or some sort of laughter. Mildred, personally, had never learned Cat, so she wasn't quite sure, but she eyed it with some concern anyway. If he came out here and the cat was like, throwing up everywhere or whatever it was that house cats did, he'd probably blame her for it. Mildred was many things, but a cat torturer she was not. Thankfully, he was pretty quick in his return and presented her with two knife sets. Both were nice, she had to admit. They were much prettier to look at than the psuedo-set that she had at home, one member of which she had tucked, folded, into the back of the waistband of her skirt. Still, these were 'Antiques'. It would have been a shame to get them dirty, and she would've felt guilt... but like a crow, she felt attracted to the beauty.
Stifling a kaw of want, she nibbled at the inside of her lip as he told her about the credit card situation. Well, at least he would take it. Still, did she want to use the card? She supposed it depended on how much... Her thoughts drifted once more to her own 'father figure', the one that she most definitely was not buying a present for. It wouldn't be too big of a deal, she was sure.
She sighed a little before looking up at him, finally honest.
"How much?" A delicate finger pointed towards the European set.
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 22, 2012 4:07:59 GMT -5
Varnock shot Ellen a glare for actually speaking around someone that could be a Sleeper, well laughing, but still. He gave the knife set an appraising eye while he thought over the price. She had good taste. The Chinese set was a fake, but still well crafted enough to pass off as what most would suspect it to be without some prior study on the subject, while the European one was quite genuine. He had gotten it imported from a friend of the family when they inherited it and didn't need it for whatever reason. He really wasn't complaining.
"Hmm... About four hundred. I might go down a bit, with a trade always being an option to help balance things out if needed. On the note of trades I accept just about anything of worth as long as I can resell it or use it personally." Ellen jumped down from her perch and leaned against the door to the weapon room to close it and padded back over to the counter to watch the sale be made. Well more watch the girl, but who was she to admit that?
Last Edit: Dec 22, 2012 4:08:15 GMT -5 by varnock acerbi
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