19219/On the Hot Topics of the Occult

On the Hot Topics of the Occult
Date of Scene:	05 October 2024
Location:	Ray's Occult Shoppe
Synopsis:	Cinque gets in something just a little magical - creepily.
Cast of Characters:	Satana Hellstrom, Cinque Evers

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Satana Hellstrom has posed:
She comes here fairly often. Wearing a too-tight shirt that's colored with a shade of pumpkin that's bright and glossy with the phrase 'objects in the mirror are closer than they appear', Satana is browsing the wares. Inspecting some of the wards over with a bit of a huff while pawing through some of the things over on the shelves. The succubus sighs, going over towards the register, where a rather unphased man standing at it and an array of magical baubles spread out on display like street vendors selling souvenir trinkets. "How much?"

Cinque Evers has posed:
Cinque hesitated outside the door of the occult shop, staring at the weathered sign that read "Ray's Occult Shoppe". The resident at the shelter had mentioned this place offhandedly, right before disappearing into the haze of his addiction. Cinque had written it off at the time, thinking the man was still dazed, but now, here he was, standing in front of the very shop the man had described.

The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, a sound that seemed out of place with the musky incense hanging in the air. His first impression was the impressive selection of the place, hoist of oils, shelves packed with herbs, spellbooks, selection of crystals candles flickering in every hue imaginable. There was an odd hum to the air, like the place was alive, and it made the hairs on his neck prickle.

Cinque took a few steps deeper into the store, his fingers grazing the edges of a shelf cluttered with strange, glittering stones. But then his attention shifted. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. A woman in an orange shirt talking ot the man at the counter about magic baubles.

Cinque pauses for a moment and think is he looking long for him or is it normal look, am I staring?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana Hellstrom would give a wave over at Cinque and trill, "Why hello there Sailor." Turning to the man behind the counter. "So how much, Doctor St--" Her being cut off by another of the artifacts about the place making a chime, and then showing a reverberation and a scream of /whatever/ thing was imprisoned within it.
    The woman letting her eyes sway over said magic baubles, while then glancing down at her own set.. And huffing. "Fine, fine." Turning to the side as if glancing at someone not there.
    Pulling out the required exchange. "Seven hellbeast fangs, three angel feathers, core of a unicorn's horn, shorn wings of a fae cast adrift of a broken promise.." Taking them out one by one to put upon the counter.

Cinque Evers has posed:
As a flash of embarassment comes over him when Santana answers his question with her wave. Cinque mind quickly wanders to the real reason why he came to the shop, his new found longevity. Cinque was still wondering if it was more of a curse than a blessing. While pondering this issue, he responds back to Satana, "I am not a sailor." Cinque lets out a frustrated sigh, "But, of course, you knew that. I am not sailor, but I do spend half my time responding to people like an idiot." Cinque winks, "The other time I guess I am staring at people like an idiot."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana Hellstrom would grin, "Oh, don't worry. It's a feature, not a bug." The way those things would shine over ont he counter as they would be picked up one by one with tweezers and put in stasis spheres. "Oh, hold on." Going to pull out.. "Freshly slaughtered tongue of witch." She goes to take out what clearly was a long tongue spilling over with drops of green ichor along it, which would be dropped over into the 'tip' jar.

Cinque Evers has posed:
Cinque tries to keep his eyes focus to the ceiling in a futile attempt to not commit the woman's features to memory, but he know that he is always going to remember Satana's youthful face with ruby hue eyes, and her not quite tamed hair that is curling into stray "devil horns" near her brow." Cinque eyes widen slightly, "I know this sounds like a weird question, and I have scene some weird stuff myself." Cinque raises his right hand to point to the counter, "Is all that stuff real, or is that like you know just odd names for normal things. There isn't really such a thing as a unicorn? What is hellbeast, or where would one find a witch to sever her tongue?

Cinque rapidly debates with himself before changing his mind, "Well, maybe I can believe the last one, but the others..seem to be really odd to say the least. Come on, angel feathers? Cinque raises his eyebrow in an incredulous manner.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
She goes to brush her hair back for a moment and smiles over. "Why certainly. Th world is a dark and drearly place. Things have power in them. Power through them. Focii. Concentration." She goes to take over what appear to be a small set of Hello Kitty earrings which she moves to attach onto her ears and lets them dangle down. Wait, were Hello Kitty bands normally that shade?

"And ti's as real as I am." She would go to flippantly flash her hair back, as if inspecting herself in the earrings. Where there were hair spiked up.. Now it's definitely propped up, cresting high.
    "There are rules to here, and to the game. Things have power. It's a dance. But this place has rules to it." She means the shop.

Cinque Evers has posed:
"The game?" Cinque takes his step back as he watches Satana try on her earrings, the embarassment flashes over him again. Another moment that he is going to remember forever. Cinque peers around the place for a moment, then back to Satana, "So all these things exist in the world, unicorns, hellbeast, and angels, and this is part of the game? Why is it called a game?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana Hellstrom would laugh, "Look about here. Tell me what sorts of things you see here used for. Take in the ambiance." Pointing around at each thing present. "Look to the sky. THink of what is coming from there. What we've been told, what we've seen." Grinning.
    "Think that just underground, there's somewhere just as big and with things just like it."

Cinque Evers has posed:
As he ponders the truth that is the coming of Galactus, Cinque uses this to validate Satana's hypothesis of the hidden world. As each esoteric items is view, it only strengthen Satana's argument. He tilts his head slighlty and taps his left foot a few times, "Hhmm." He takes a few back from the woman out of caution, and really observes her. "You have done what very few people have been able to do to me lately." Cinque stops tapping his foot, "But, I digress, your statement has a high probability of being true which would make the world a dark and dreary place. It would also that world and all of inhabitants worse than ants...more like pigs ready for the slaughter on all sides for different types of alien beings, the galactic celestial and the spirtual celestial.

Cinque raises his arms in a deep shrug, "But what do I know?

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana Hellstrom would grin, "Exactly poppet. You get it. So you can accept it and let it consume you, or you can be lunch." She would make a point out of licking her figners off one by one, horns gone. "But there are rules we have to play by.." Even as the old proprietor of the shop would shoot her a rude gesture she would return.

"And it's okay to admit you don't know things. It's important. It gives you an excuse."

Cinque Evers has posed:
Cinque Evers takes another step back as he watches her lick her finger off one by one as he tries to hide his apprehension under a smirk, "Oh, I am pretty sure that once I go home and slumbered that all I have seen here will be no more yielding than a dream, a dream with an alluring Puck." Cinque nod his head slowly in an agreement with himself, "Or maybe I will press my luck, and from time to time visit this place to see if I run into this alluring Puck to see if the world she knows is something from me to know, and is willing to share withou consuming me. Cinque ponders to himself is these the people he is supposed to seek out now that he has possibility to live for a long time. A puzzling smile appears on his face as turns to Satana and the proprietor, "Good night to you all."