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Post by Spencer Bradley on Jan 29, 2010 0:41:30 GMT -5
The old bookstore wreaked of dust and mold; it always did. The dull yellow glow flickered in and out as the light bulb clung to life overhead. Huddled off to the side in the back room of the shop, piles of books gathered dust, and amongst the relics of ancient literature Spencer sat. His eyes running back and forth over the dull aged pages, frantically trying to understand the scribbles. "Ab quid nunc tuus stas, ad meam voco." Spencer's head shot up, as he looked to the far side of the room. A crossed look flashed across his face. "Damn...Ab quid nunc tuus stas, ad meam voco," again he recites the incantation. A book on the far shelf this time springs to attention, vibrating where it sat in the shelf. After a quick twitch of his wrist, the book sailed through the air, to land clumsily before the studious man. "Got it." A smile spread across his face, as he lowered his attention back to the pages.
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Post by wrex on Feb 1, 2010 23:07:48 GMT -5
Wrex approached the bookstore without much hope. This would be the thirteenth bookstore he'd tried with no luck. After all, not many stores carried books on practical necromancy.
Wrex opened the door and set off several tinkling bells placed there to announce his presence. Inside, stacks of rows of old, leather-bound books were spread throughout the store, interspersed haphazardly with overstuffed soft leather chairs. Motes of dust floated on the air and danced on the few sunbeams that managed to make it through the tall buildings outside. The shop appeared to be empty, but there was plenty of room for someone to be hidden amongst the stacks.
"Anyone there?" He called out. "I'm looking for a rare book and I was told this was the place to go."
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Post by Spencer Bradley on Feb 2, 2010 0:34:14 GMT -5
Spencer's head again twitched up, as he heard the jingling of the bells from the front door. A loud boisterous voice boomed in the other room. Slowly, he stood up; a nervous expression appeared on his face. His hand quickly reached down, grabbing the small spiral pad sitting open on the desk, and placed is securely in his back pocket. He walked to the door dividing the private back room that he used as study with Hester. "Hello?" He said as he ducked his head through the crack of the doorway. No reply. Great, just my luck. Hester leaves to grab his ingredients, and I'm stuck with the dopey amateurs who want to pull rabbits out of a hat. He walked to the front of the shop. And as he turned around a bookshelf to see the front door, he stopped. His eyes quickly ran over the mountain of a man at the front door. The man's face was tanned and peppered with scars of every sort, and his grim expression made little attempt to defuse the ferocious aura he gave off. This definitely wasn't the normal type of customer that frequented Hester's store. "Umm....I'm sorry, we're closed. Mr. Hester is out for a little bit, you might want to come back another day." Great. I really didn't sign up to deal with freaks like this.
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Post by wrex on Feb 4, 2010 21:19:24 GMT -5
The young man worked his way through the store toward Wrex, his face showing both nervousness and irritation. He muttered something about the store being closed, trying to get Wrex to leave.
"I promise you, sir, this won't take more than a moment, and time is really of the essence." Wrex said, refusing to move. "I was told you have books on death and the magic of it. You will be well compensated for your troubles."
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Post by Spencer Bradley on Feb 9, 2010 17:24:47 GMT -5
A silent sigh escaped from Spencer's mouth. This customer wouldn't be gotten rid of so easily; then again, customers rarely ever did anything to make you happy anyway. "Alright, if its so urgent, I guess I'll help you out. You said you're looking for a magic trick involving death? I think there are some books on Harry Houdini a few rows over. Or maybe, you're looking for something about sawing someone in half? I'm pretty sure we got alot of books on magic tricks like that."
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Post by wrex on Feb 12, 2010 20:51:32 GMT -5
"I'm not interested in those cheap parlor tricks you humans call magic." Wrex said with a sneer. "I live in a world of real power. I can bend the laws of your reality with nothing more than a thought. You know what I speak of." He said, "You've tampered with the arcane yourself. And not too long ago, I think."
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