10289/Supernatural Browsing

Supernatural Browsing
Date of Scene:	26 February 2022
Location:	Ray's Occult Shoppe
Synopsis:	Books are browsed! Not all are friendly.
Cast of Characters:	Satana Hellstrom, Loki

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Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "No, no, no," Satana grumbles. She's rummaging through the shop and muttering to herself, surely what every occult shop owner wants to see. A crazy person. But this one seems intent on finding that special something. She's annoyed, busying herself with a few books that almost seem to jump into her hands for her to flip through them.

Loki has posed:
New York City. Who knew they'd have a magic book shop that caters to all ends of the spectrum? At least, perhaps the proprietor may not be aware of such, but there is a great deal here that can do harm as well as good. So, the maxim 'if it do no harm' really doesn't apply here if one really looks deeper.

The tinkle of the door's bell, attached by string, sounds again as it opens and closes, announcing another visitor to the shop. It's a rather well dressed man; tailored suit, tie, scarf draped around his neck as a proof against the season, and a cane in hand. The moment he enters, however, the cane disappears out of his hand as if it never was. Anyone reading magic signals, he lights up like the proverbial christmas tree, plus. Loki smiles a quick, pressed lip smile as he passes the desks and begins his perusal of the books, following a line down the stacks, into the slightly darker interior.

'No, no, no' sounds from a few feet around, and brows rise, but remains silent.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     She's not the most mature of succubi, but she is a pretty one. As lovely as a tigress, and just as temperamental. She's even got a striped sweater on under her candy red coat, both luxurious in quality. The jeans are tight and glossy, wet-look denim. The boots are a retro throwback what with their shaggy fur. She runs her fingers through her red hair, looking around to see if anyone is nearby, a growl in her stomach.

     She really shouldn't be shopping hungry.

     This ramps up as she keeps hunting. It's no longer browsing. And the a cackle of triumph, followed by a zapping sound and a curse. She's shaking out her hand, then grabbing two other books, trying to sandwich another between them to lift it. For anyone in the magical arena, the book she's attempting to pick up has a thin layer of frosty blue chains over it, and almost a sound to the color. It's divinely protected, but that's not being advertised to mortals. This young lady does seem to be having a time with it.

Loki has posed:
No, shopping hungry is never a good idea, nor is it pleasant for any around. It either attracts people, or annoys them. And the sounds coming from the other side of the stacks causes a certain small level of petty annoyance for the noise. The more that comes, the less tolerant that Loki's expression seems to be.

It's a certain satisfaction, then, that the next sound that rises is one of a curse that follows a *zzzzzzzt* sound, and a smirk replaces that intolerance, but no mistake. It's still hanging behind those green eyes. There's a soft *tsk* sound that comes from the man, and a cultured almost English sounding voice rises from his side of the shelving, "That sounds a definite 'look but don't touch'. Don't you have the money?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Red eyes meet green as Satana looks his way. There's a look of absolute loathing for a split second, a little fire behind those ruby red irises, and then just a smile. And another rumble in her stomach. "Mm, I do, yes. Just having a little issue with this book being... uncooperative," she says. Her voice is silky and sultry and just a touch mid-atlantic. Also, that's a lot of cleavage crammed into that sweater, so sometimes people might not be listening as much as watching.

     She is positioned somewhat awkwardly, nearly having tamed the middle book between the other two. "But maybe I'll just buy in bulk," she says, scooping her hands under the bottom book and balancing the three.

     There's a prodding at his psyche, a little tickle of someone trying to peer in, then pulling back. "Don't mind me, I shall be out of the way in a moment," she says as her fingers splay on the bottom book. The middle one is so close to giving her another zap for her trouble.

Loki has posed:
"I see. Forcing it doesn't seem to impress it much," Loki sounds a languid tone. "I suppose, then, it's something to grow into?" Green eyes move from book to person, and he doesn't appear to be terribly impressed (or not) with the vision before him. "Or not."

Any attempt into the Asgardian Prince's head is met with a 'nope', and he cants his head, "Oh, I won't," and there's that ghost of a smile, "there's nothing I need on this side." He turns to start back the way he came before he pauses in his step, his head dipping but he doesn't look back. He simply raises his voice a half-tone, "Overstepping can be painful. Sometimes more than a simple shock from a book. Do be careful."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     She rolls her eyes, "Yes, some things do seem a little forced, don't they?" And then she's making her way to the counter to make her purchases. It's hard to look overly refined when she has to hold her books so awkwardly, setting them down on the counter.

     "I'll take one of the tote bags, too, just put them in there if you don't mind," she says, reaching into her purse and pulling out cash. She pays and seems content with her business, exiting towards the door, then presumably the street.