6194/It's not a cult, but it's kind of a cult

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It's not a cult, but it's kind of a cult
Date of Scene: 12 May 2021
Location: Outside Amanda's Apartment, NYC
Synopsis: Some magic users seek out Amanda, the Chosen One!
Cast of Characters: Lucifer, Amanda Sefton




Lucifer has posed:
"Stop it. STOP." One of the two people seated outside Amanda's apartment building in their car are arguing. They've been there a number of times - but not in an interesting way. They could just be local people that like to sit in the car, or they're waiting for any number of people.

Except this time they react a lot to seeing Amanda on the street. One of them slid down in the seat, only to be poked by the other. "You fail at casual."

The woman that slid down, in a green cap, moves to sit up instead. A flutter of some sort of magic occurs there as well, as the pair of them focus for a moment - perhaps trying to idenfity or track other magic around nearby.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda's steps are quick on the sidewalk -- as are most New Yorkers', really. She's in the midst of searching for something in her bag when she senses a whisper of unexpected magic at the edges of her awareness. Her head comes up. Slowly, she begins scanning the street, opening her inner Third Eye to allow her to better perceive the eddy and flow of magic around her.

She slings her purse over her shoulder, whatever she was seeking forgotten for the moment. Eventually, her eyes settle on that car. She's noticed it there before; she's just never paid it much mind. Until now.

Lucifer has posed:
"That might be the source," comments the more suave of the two in the car, pushing her sunglasses up her nose idly with her finger.

"I'm tired of sitting out here. Your wards are up - let's just talk to her, she's staring at you anyway," suggests green cap. The sunglass partner chews on the edge of her nail, and then frowns, and give a 'go ahead' motion of hand.

Promptly, the passenger side window rolls down, and green cap gives Amanda a curious smile. It's approachable. Both of the women in the car 'feel' like some sort of magic users, but they are warded decently, but they clearly aren't powerful, but more standard craft practice.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda cants her head faintly. They seem harmless enough. Looks, however, can be deceiving. For the moment, however... well, the sun is shining. It's daytime and the street is busy. If they wanted to create real trouble, they probably wouldn't be going to all this trouble to look friendly.

Casually, one blond brow arching curiously, she saunters towards them. "Can I help you, ladies?" she asks, her voice even, accent that rich combination of London fainly woven with Berlin.

Lucifer has posed:
"Are you forming a coven?" blurts out the woman in the green hat. The other one looks absolutely mortified, and fails to come up with a good response to follow that one other than to stare at her friend and try to recover some social grace after that particular outburst.

Still, she does so, she clears her throat, -- only to be cut off again by the more direct woman next to her. "We want in. We've been trying to find one of the ... /chosen/ for a while. We know you are."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"The... Chosen?" Amanda echoes. She looks between the two, somewhat incredulous. "Oh, goddess..." Her smile pulls to one side. "Let's start at the beginning, shall we. Who are you? And what makes you think I'm 'chosen'?"

Lucifer has posed:
Oddly, the 'goddess' comment makes the two look at each other quickly - a look shot of sudden skepticism. But it isn't disbelief, just set them back a little!

"I'm Rosie," says green-cap. "Pam," says the other one, still far more reserved.

"Pam's good at sensing dark blessings. You've made /contact/. You must know this," Rosie says, her eyes focused, intent, very direct. "We want to help a chosen. A bearer of the blessings."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Dark blessings. The strange looks. Amanda arches a brow. "Blessings by *whom*?" she asks slowly, the answer beginning to surface in the back of her mind. "Let's just make sure we're talking about the same person," she suggests. Person, indeed. More like infernal celestial Power... depending on how you define it.

Lucifer has posed:
Rosie pauses, then drops her hand to show a design carved into her neck - healed, but carved for sure. It's arching bladed sigil, then a goat's head. While Amanda may not recognize a particular sect immediately, she's been approached by Satanists, it appears.

Friendly ones, who believe her one of them. For whatever reason...

Rosie gives Amanda a direct look, as if expecting a return of the display of some type. Pam is just looking on, and hasn't said much of anything. The prudent one. Rosie's able to speak enough anyway. "Perhaps you'd like to come to one of our gatherings," suggests Rosie. She finds a card, and slowly extends it out the window. A similar symbol is on the card, and some contact information. Social media. No title.

"She may not realize what she's into," Pam finally says quietly to Rosie. It's not arrogant, more of a gentle observation. "We should not intrude into His designs....."

"No, this is a sign," Rosie murmurs back. "You are /blessed/," she says, attempting to extend a hand to reach out to Amanda like one would a religious leader. "I'd kill for that."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"I bet you would," Amanda sighs, looking at the symbols and shifting her weight back so that Rosie can't touch her. She doesn't need that. "I, ah, appreciate your interest, but I'm not who or what you think I am. And I'm not starting a coven. I... work alone." Sort of.

She regards the pair of them for a moment. A small, wry smile touches her lips. "But, if you want a blessing, I can give you a blessing..."

Lucifer has posed:
Pam is far more skeptical of that: she knows she doesn't want to make a strange deal and end up punished. "We seek greater knowledge," Pam says with caution.

Rosie extends both hands with eagerness, though, her eyes lit up and open to the whole experience. Rosie is easily influenced! "Ignore her, I am devout, I believe," Rosie declares. "Please, if you speak to ... if you are in contact... please only mention our devoutness, our willingness. I accept your blessing, miss, with gratitude."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"I can't give you the knowledge you seek," Amanda tells Pam. She doesn't bother saying she would, if she could. Because she wouldn't. "This is all I'm willing to do."

She raises her right hand, the gesture it forms very reminiscent of the blessings of the saints. Light rises in her eyes as her magic and her mind pushes out with hypnotic power over both of them. "There is nothing for you here. The one you seek will not meet with you in this place. Go and seek him elsewhere. Leave me in peace." They may not remember her words. But they'll remember a sense of peace and warding. Of course, the warding is more a warning to keep them away from here in the future. And the peace is just to ensure they realize she holds them no ill will. She just doesn't want them bothering her.

Lucifer has posed:
The hypnotic pressure causes Rosie to pause fully, and stare at her. It's a very storm trooper moment - these are not the droids being looked for ...

Pam seems to be somewhat more resistant to it ... she fights a little bit, but her power is not sufficient to entirely avoid the pressure. She shakes herself, sighs, and turns the car on. "Aw," Rosie says, but shrugs, and turns away. "Let's get tacos," Rosie suggests. Pam seems puzzled, but shrugs as well, and they drive away...

But will they be the last?