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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:55 am
Wylde has had a lot of things on his mind to think about but one wouldn't thin that he did the way he sat there at the counter and just waited. His brother had told him that he ought to expect an unexpected visitor, which if one bothered to think about that it made no sense, none at all. Why expect the unexpected? It is no longer unexpected if you expected it. Still he couldn't bother to think about that he also had a summoning spell to ponder over in his mind, a very different one than the one that was currently and always ongoing within the depths of his shop. It wasn't that he needed help thus far but at least he could make the summoned being do the paperwork for him.
This spell had a specific target and location in mind and it was just the matter of getting it to go off.
The mage let out a yawn still not letting on as to what his thoughts were.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:27 am
After what Jack considered a waste of an afternoon largely attributed to the fact that no store seemed to sell anything remotely of interest, he moodily began trudging home, boredly picking at his corduroy shirt. Every so often he'd glance in a shop window, huff and continue to stroll disinterestedly, doleful and more than a little annoyed. The only comfort to carry him through the rest of this day was the bottle of vodka laying unopened in his fridge. He felt that, logically, he deserved it.
Eventually bored of boredly picking at his sleeve, Jack glanced up once more. To say the next window he glanced up at was interesting was an understatement; in fact the off-beat store wasn't even clear on what it sold. Frowning, and figuring he can't really redeem this wasted day anyway, Jack pushed the door open and shuffled inside. It wasn't terribly abundant inside by any means, but what it lacked in quantity it made up for in dear lord what was that?
"Unicorn Hork," Jack said humourlessly, tapping awkwardly at the label. "What."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:36 am
"Very hard to get, you have to induce vomiting a lot of the time," Wylde said simply in response to the individual that had come inside. Was this his expected unexpected visitor? Probably he shifted to stand and leaned on the counter, "unicorns don't like to hork, you'd think they'd the mythical equivalent to a cheerleader..." He shrugged off the thought, people usually didn't like to talk about hork unicorn or otherwise. Wylde didn't care one way or the other, gross things didn't gross him out in fact he is desensitized to most of the grossest things in the known world and unknown world.
It was a requirement for his branch of magic.
Wylde stared at the man with a bit of a headtilt, "Looking for something special?"
Maybe he could use the 'exclusive stock' ploy again. It worked really well last time...
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:53 am
Okay, so this guy was certifiably insane. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with being insane, it just wasn't a people trait Jack liked to associate himself with. In retrospect, the store had had a distinct feel of crazy when he'd walked in; but really, had he expected mythological horse vomit? Honestly, no. Still, it was the most interesting thing to happen today and it certainly made for an interesting anecdote. Edging as inconspicuously as he could towards the door, Jack smiled a weak smile and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Fascinating," he replied, taking a step back and eying Wylde cautiously. "And no, nothing in particular."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:58 am
Oh geeze, his brother had warned him that people could get scared away by the unicorn barf, though it was rather pretty and rainbow colored which was very nice if you were a connoisseur of such things. Still it probably wasn't one of those things that you don't display much less talk about. Still Wylde like always disregarded whatever his brother said, for the mage his brother always sounded like he was talking in one of those crazy 'wah-wah-wah' voices that one hears in cartoons that represent adult-talk.
Clearly Wylde was no 'adult' and thus didn't speak the language.
"Indeed," he said and dropped the topic. "We have more downstairs if you're curious about taking a peek, friend."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:04 am
Jack made a face and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.
"Oh, no, that's fine. Really. I was just looking around," he said awkwardly, pulling at a thread in his pocket. "You know, window shopping. I'm actually trying to save money, be a little spend-thrift and practical. I'm, er, buying a new house you see, so I'm trying to save everything I can. Not that anything in here would be a waste of money, of course, I just can't justify spending money on anything that isn't essential at the moment. Because I'm saving. For a house. Thanks, though, I'm sure you have some -- some really great stuff down there."
Bullshitting? Perhaps. Bullshitting well? Not so much.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:16 am
Wylde let all these 'adult' terms swoop around him and batted them with a shrug and a simple, "That's a shame, if it wasn't for the fact that it was exclusive and free, especially to look, Mr. Window-shopper," the mage dealt with this exchange like he was fishing. Gave the victim some slack and then reeled him in, gave him some slack and reeled him in. So on and so forth.
It took time and either way the red haired mage began to pull up some paperwork and laid it on the counter with a pen and waved for the man to come forward, "None of it is dangerous, but still it is a good idea to sign a waiver, just in case. Seeing as this shop deals in magical things, that is if you are going to take a look."
And the 'patron' was going to take a look, Wylde had determined. Even if Wylde had to go over to the unfortunate soul and drag them down to the workshop the soul was now marked for a summoning.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:43 am
Jack blanched, his face twisting uncomfortably.
"Oh, uh," he looked over his shoulder and back again, his hands reaching desperately for the door handle. "I don't know, um. I mean, I guess it can't hurt if it's free."
Jack was a fairly simple being; anything complex had dissipated into mediocrity long ago, leaving the mere shell of a man. The shell of an alcoholic, occasionally depressed and very tightly-wound man. He was dull, by-the-book and disassociated. He tried to avoid unusual situations at any cost and this -- this was the definition of an unusual situation. Still, he didn't really want to insult the shopkeeper by rejecting a free offer. He was sullen, but he wasn't callous.
"Okay," he mumbled, walking forward. "Although I don't really understand the need for a waiver."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:57 am
If Wylde had a conscious or at least a little voice that told him to be more empathetic to this person it was swiftly muffled and locked into a closet. Though it was unlikely that Wylde had either of these things and so he just watched with detached interest as the poor soul was hooked and reeled in despite his feeble attempt at escape. He tapped on the paper where this man needed to sign and shrugged, "Precautions, you seem a man able to appreciate precautions," he said simply with a small grin.
It was a rather ambiguously worded waiver mostly stating that the mage and shop associates weren't responsible for whatever happened in the 'exclusive offers' room, but of course they would assist with whatever did happen to the best of their abilities. Yet they wouldn't be responsible for it. It was probably better idea to sign and not ask questions.
Once it was signed Wylde wandered to the door and waited, "I'm Wylde Riddim by the way." He didn't see the need not to give his name. He has always managed to toss his name at whoever came in thus far.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:09 am
"Precautions," Jack parroted, taking the pen and scrawling an uncertain by nonetheless binding signature against the dotted line. He tapped the pen against his chin curiously before sliding it to Wylde and shoving his hand back into his pocket.
"Is it normal for something unusual to happen in the exclusive offers room?" he asked, squinting at the terms and conditions. Yeah, this day had just taken a turn for the ridiculous. Not to mention the store's crazy didn't seem to be easing at all and Jack felt that signing a waiver for an insane man who called himself "Wild" and ran a store of crazy wasn't one of his saner moments.
"Jack," he responded quietly, gesturing to himself unnecessarily. "Jack Hale."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:20 am
"Normal enough, with magic you never know," he said thoughtfully and shrugged. Wylde had once turned himself into a giraffe for about three days. It was very inconvenient since he also had the mind of a giraffe for those three days. Though that wasn't what the 'waiver' was for and Jack wouldn't find out until it was too late.
Poor Jack.
He opened the door and began to move through the door and down the spiral stairs with an absent sounding, "Nice to meet you," just to be polite, Wylde lead the way down the stairs and into a workshop. On a dais sat a doorframe with scenery flashing by through it, next to the dais was a sign that stated that the doorframe was not an entry and was for exiting purposes only. The walls of the workshop were covered in sometimes glowing archaic symbols and the room practically buzzed with magical energy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:26 am
Now it wasn't that Jack didn't believe in magic, per say, but having never witnessed or experienced the phenomena he hardly had anything to compare to. Following along this vein he was, to say the least, skeptical. Skeptical, pragmatic and more than a little close-minded. Yes, Jack had no qualms in admitting (perhaps not willingly, but under interrogation) that he had to choke back a laugh.
"You never know indeed." And with that, he followed Wylde down the stairs and to the slightly buzzing workshop. If he thought that the sign and archaic symbols were strange, he didn't let it known. Truth be told he would have been surprised if the workshop was normal.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:52 am
He gestured toward the door, an innocent enough movement and then said simply, "That is the portal where the merchandise for the 'exclusive' people comes in from," Wylde explained and then with another innocent seeming gesture he then dropped his hand. "Nothing special I suppose but it is pretty nice work for a man of my skills."
Once Jack stepped to where he had a really, really good view of the doorway the scenery seemed to suddenly stop changing when the scene hit upon that of a tree and then suddenly it zoomed up to a nest and suddenly the scene was gone within a flash of light and the sound of small birds chirping as if they are seeking for something...
Suddenly there was silence and the sound of a camera as if a picture was taken then out of the doorway floated a Foto lazily in the air until finally it landed at Jack's feet.
"Oh look, the door has granted you a gift, lovely," Wylde said cheerfully.
The doorframe scenery resumed flashing onto other scenes but now silent and dormant.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:11 am
Jack was not so cheerful. In fact he was downright terrified. Stumbling backwards, Jack shot Wylde a look that screamed whatintheworldjusthappened?, his mouth hanging uncharacteristically open and gaping. Strange he could understand. Weird he could maybe put up with. But this-- this was horrifying. This was the damned paranormal or something. Rubbing at his eyes once, twice, three times, Jack blinked at the Foto by his feet and recoiled.
"That is not normal," he managed waspishly, resting his forhead against his palm. "This is some kind of trick, right? You have a projector or a ridiculously over-sized flat-screen in there that's doing that, yeah. Yeah, okay. You're hilarious, ha-ha-ha-ha, well done, you really had me going. Ha." Unfortunately for Jack, the conviction of his own statements didn't sound convincing as much as they sounded dubious and borderline paranoid.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:23 am
Again the absent guiding voices remained absent. Wylde watched the man's reaction with a bit of a tilted head but any amusement was carefully hidden behind a blank mask. The mage supposed that any average, normal human being would be scared right out of their pants like this man was. "No trickery on my part," he said calmly as he moved forward, and for once leaned down to pick up the Foto and offered it up to Jack with a pointed stare, "either way this is now yours accept it or not."
Wylde supposed he could adopt this Thuk out after it was 'born' but he had modified the spell a bit since the first summoning, the Fotos were now 'attuned' to certain people. The door only spit out the Fotos for people it found worthy and obviously for whatever reason the door found this man worthy.
The mage did not question the door and waited for the paranoid and frightened Jack to accept his 'gift'.
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