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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:31 pm
She smiled and stepped back from the scaled bodyguard.
"Thank you darling, I like it alot. Didn't plan to find anything like this in your closet." She teased. Helena was more of a sleek and glamorous gal. Pamela was more of a natural siren.
She said her final goodbuys and made her way to the car. Once she got in she spoke to the driver. "Please take me to a man named Vic Sage he runs a shop in China Town. This is all I know."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:50 pm
The driver nodded his head silently, he rarely spoke to his occupants, it wasn't his job to socialize, just drive his guest from A to B. As he drove through the Gotham Traffic, then pulled off the street towards Gotham's China Town district. He pulled along an alley where a old fashion store was hidden out of obvious sight except to those who actively looked for it. The sign that hung above the door read Sage's Occult Shop and Apothecary.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:03 pm
Pamela quickly got out of the car and leaned in the window. "I'll try not to keep you waiting." She walked away from the car and slowly approached the shop, carefully looking at the sign. She let herself and began to look around.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:18 pm
Inside the of the shop looked liked an old and common antique shop, the shelves were lined with dusty artifacts covered with cobwebs. The place seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, each and every artifact was anything but common. Skulls, strange bones, tiny creatures with inside jars. Books were stacked to the ceiling, bottles filled cabinets each one labeled as something strange like 'Werewolf Saliva' and 'Kappa Water' or something extremely toxic.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:23 pm
Pamela continued to paruse the shelves until she came across a section of books in a foreign language. She picked up one in German on violent hauntings. She cracked open the book and began to read, completely forgetting about contacting the shop's owner.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:47 pm
From a doorway in the backroom a man stepped into the dim light. He was wearing a simple shirt and tie, with brown slacks, and dusty leather shoes. He was dressed ordinarily, except for the fact that he didn't have a face "can I help you?" He asked the woman that he found reading through a reprinted copy of Vampire Reproductive Practices.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:55 pm
Pamela put the book back in it's place, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I was told that you can help me." She turned around to face the man... who apparantly... had no face.
"Thanks for that small bit of info, Helena," she mumbled to herself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:15 pm
Vic looked over the woman, military posture, German accent, well educated, interesting. "What can I help you with? Procreation of the Undead?" He nodded to the book that the woman put back "interesting topic, one would want the Blood Suckers' population to decline rather than rise." He understood the woman's obvious surprise at his mask "sorry if I've frightened you. A Koh has been spotted in the Gotham Sewers." He stated plainly as if that was all he needed to say to explain his faceless mask.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:20 pm
Pamela stood with her hand on her hip. Either her English wasn't as good as she thought OR this man was speaking gibberish! "I'm not into necrophelia, I like warm bodies. And if by 'bloodsuckers' you mean 'lawyers' I think everyone wants their population to decline."
She arched an eyebrow. "A 'Koh'? Am I saying that right? A 'something' took your face?"
She looked around the shop. "I don't take kindly to pranks." She threatened. Was he messing with her because she's German?
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:53 pm
Vic looked at the book, noticing the dust that had been disturbed on the pages "you were reading through page seven, had you continued to page twelve you would easily recognized the words of your native land. Blutsauger and Vampri, simplest translation would be Vampire or Bloodsucker, along with the picture. I'm guessing you didn't know that and picked up the book because it was written in German." He stepped behind the counter and looked back at the woman "not yet, but this mask will prevent it from stealing my face when I find it and kill it."
His mask gave no emotion, so the woman couldn't see his expression of annoyance at the accusation that he was pranking her "You came to me with a problem, your accent is genuine. You were born in Germany or were raised by people closely from Germany, people who would've studied it as a second language would enunciate differently. Your posture is very strict, you stand with purpose, military, Nazi. Position unknown, not a soldier, women not allowed. Not a SS, not physically disciplined with exercise. Part of Hitler's Occult division, no doesn't believe in the unknown." Vic spoke rapidly as he basically broken the woman's identity down from just looking and listening to her, he stopped to take a breath "your a scientist, came here for ingredients without having to dealing with someone asking questions of what you'd use those ingredients for. What do you need?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:01 am
Pamela kept her arms crossed and simply arched any eyebrow. "I could have sworn Sherlock Holmes was English... and accurate. I know nothing of what you're talking about. I am German but I'm merely here for concoctions for a love spell." She fluffed her hair. "I'm tired of being rejected by men because I'm not attractive. I want you to give me the ingredients to a potion that will make them think I'm devastatingly beautiful." She lied out of her teeth playing it cool.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:15 am
Vic knew the woman was lying, but it wasn't his place to judge or question people that came to his shop "very well. Traditional 'Love Potions' are myths that are left in fairy tales, however, I can give you the ingredients you need to brew the closest thing to one, along with detailed instructions." He went to a cabinet and started ruminating through bottles and jars. "Personally, I recommend you stop trying to seduce the blind. Your figure, appearance, and facial structure are aesthetically pleasing enough to warrant attention more than the average city woman."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:23 am
Pamela walked briskly to the exit she locked it and proped an old chair underneath the handle. She slipped off her jacket and tossed onto the chair, picking up an iron bar off of the dusty floor.
She made a quick round of the store, checking every nook and cranny and she made sure the back end was empty as well.
She rolled up her sleeves. "I'm going to give you 3 minutes to tell me who you are," She lightly beat the rod against her palm.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:37 am
Vic continued gathering the bottles and set them down on the counter, ignoring the fact that the woman had a weapon and was threatening him "I have a variety of aphrodisiacs, several can influence perception, some will need to be inhaled, others ingested." Vic's face stared into Pamela's "you came to my shop seeking aid. My policy is to not ask questions for why people need my help or what they need it for."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 12:43 am
"Two minutes." She said strictly. "I'll take you and this shop down if you don't cooperate." She walked closer. "Who are you and why do you know so much about me?"
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