8211/The friend of my friend is my enemy
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| The friend of my friend is my enemy | |
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| Date of Scene: | 12 October 2021 |
| Location: | Candle, Booke and Belle |
| Synopsis: | Nettie and Mairin clash over letting Demona into the shop, ending with Mairin leaving with her friend to avoid any more conflict. |
| Cast of Characters: | Nettie Crowe, Mairin Moran, Susan Sullivan
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- Nettie Crowe has posed:
THE CANDLE, BOOKE AND BELLE -- ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE.
That's what it might feel like when anyone enters in and the sound of Nettie Crowe, cursing up a storm with the the courageously and colorful all languages that she knows, blending a litany of the profane that reaches out to the streets.
The door *is* locked, mind, but it opens for those who have made contracts with The Witch.
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin creeps in, already ducking as she enters the shop and looking around to see what might have drawn Nettie's ire. She's never heard the woman in a state like this.
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
Nettie comes out horsing her thumb, muttering something about lead and cast iron and fire, and she pauses, seeing Mairin, ducking down.
"... 'ello." she states. "Not mad at you, poppet. What brings you in tonight?" she pauses, and she looks to the door "You're not being followed, are you?"
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin straightens up and opens the door a little farther so Nettie can see Demona outside. "Just a friend. I was hoping to introduce you. She's been helping me with focusing my will." She glances around for Emily, suddenly afraid Nettie's outburst might have something to do with her. Did she maybe program her wrong?
"She's... undead though. And she says she can't come in unless you invite her."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"... that counts as being followed, lass." Croaks a voice from above.
Nettie's head tilts to the side, and she comes up the stairs, coming to the door and standing well inside of it, she looks to whoever is out there.
"I'd be pleased if you would identity yourself before comeing in. Mairin, you can step through. You're proven." she states, and from her side Nettie produces a wand. And it's glowing, very faintly, Red.
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin steps through, giving Corvax a sarcastic, 'thanks for that' kind of grin, before turning around to wave encouragingly to Demona.
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
"Yeah," Demona says, looking at the red-glowing wand. "Even if I didn't have the gas mask on, I imagine that would stink of powerful magic." She looks at Mairin. "I'm not sure why I thought this was a good idea. Your friend is arming herself. I'm clearly not welcome in her space."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"I welcome all usually, but I have a particular bone to pick with any undead." Because Nettie, herself, isn't supposed to Be Alive. "And most of the time, Undead tend to really not like me. So *do* forgive me if this is a bit of a standoffish gesture. This place is warded for a reason, and once you are invited in it's difficult to remove the allowance. I'd settle for your name and what you are."
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
"Yeah," Demona says, "no," she says. "True names have power, and I'm kind of thinking even my nickname if breathed into your space would have power, and I kind of don't want to give you anything while you're waving that thing around like I'm going to drink your soul." She knocks on the gas mask. "I can't even smell you, right now. How am I supposed to do anything?"
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin looks back and forth between her two friends, her anxiety growing. This is *not* going how she wanted. All she wanted was to introduce her two friends. Why does this have to be so hard?
So she steps between them. Not directly, but in that general line. "Nettie, please. She's my friend. She's wont hurt you. I promise." She looks back to Demona, "But... if she can't come in, I'll leave... and come back later. It's my fault she's here at all."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
Nettie's eyes narrow a moment, and she switches to Mandarin <If you can understand me, then know that if you harm my student, I will peel the skin from your skull and feed whatever remains of your spirit to the dogs of the afterlife.> she grumpily states, and then turns to Mairin, speaking back in English as she holds her burnt finger up "This is against my judgement, and against what I have tought you already, Mairin." she states, and then she holds her wand up. She focuses on the wards, and she gives a mumbled incantation in middle English, and then with a wave of her hand, Demona would be able to enter.
"And take off that ridiculous gas mask. You look like you should be asking people if they're your mummy." she comments.
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
Demona's brow furrows as the woman speaks to her in Mandarin Chinese. The sentiment isn't the thing that bothers her, but the choice of language. Either she was playing the best guess card and hit pretty close to the mark or she knew more than she was letting on. Reaching back, Demona unhooked the mask and took it off, but left her stocking cap over her ears and hairless scalp. "I still can't come in until you invite me," Demona says. Her bone structure betrays a beauty that her pale, translucent skin and sharp, pointy teeth did something to mar. "That's on me, not on your wards. If you were a mundane person living in a cardboard box house, I couldn't enter your box without an invitation."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"I can't invite you without a name. I'm not going to call you /Nosferatu/ am I? That's just rude." Nettie counters. "My wards would have caused you pain, and you're a friend of my student, apparently."
- Mairin Moran has posed:
The look of fear in Mairin's eyes as Nettie lectures her is real, but she relaxes visibly when the wards are released. Still, she can only look back and forth between them. God, she needs to stop taking Demona anywhere. All she does is get her in horrible situations.
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
"Don't need my name to gesture to me and say, 'You may enter,'" Demona says. "God, why are we arguing about this?" she asks, getting frustrated. She lifts up off the ground as her frustration starts having its way with her concentration. "Look, I'm not going to apologize for something I didn't do," she insists. "I spent seven years locked in a basement learning how to feed in ways that didn't hurt anybody." She raises a bit higher off the floor and spreads her arms to the sides. "I destroyed the creature that made me this by wrestling his very breath from him--" Her vocal intensity raises slightly. "--and holding him while we bathed in sunlight!" She holds up her gas mask. "I wear an extra layer of protection in case I ever get too hungry and would smell people to feed on around!" she insists.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her feet coming to rest on the ground. She took a few more breaths and her backpack and the folds of her clothes sank with gravity as she stopped holding them up without realizing it. Opening her bloodshot, blue eyes, she says, "I think I should go."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
Nettie seems unmoved as Demona begins to keen out her past to her. She crosses her arms, her head tilting, the white-gray hair drifting down a little as her aquamarine eyes regard Demona, and she shakes her head.
"Oh, stop being melodramatic, I've not the patience for it this week. I need a name because that's how the final ward works when I've closed the shop for the night and need to keep the public from wandering in." Nettie states, her foot tapping a moment, and she brings her eyebrow up. "So you may go if you would like. Nothing stopping you from that."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"Alternatively," Nettie considers. "I could choose one for you, but you probably won't care for it much."
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin is literally on the verge of tears, as she steps fully between them, facing Nettie. "It's fine. We'll both go. I'm sorry we bothered you, and I'm sorry you're hurt. I was just..." She looks at Nettie, obviously torn, as though Nettie had just crushed her spirit. "I'll... I'll come back tomorrow." She then turns and heads back out of the door.
"I'm sorry. I really am. You don't deserve all of... this. Or what happened in Gotham. Let's just go."
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
Demona is cut off from response by Mairin. She isn't about to argue with that, sliding the skull-themed gas mask back over her face, clipping it secure and adjusting her hat while she waits for Mairin to be ready.
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"Don't you apologize on my behalf, Mairin. I've lost students and friends to weaker supernatural entities than your friend there. But if she can't handle someone defending their home, then maybe she should think more on what she wants in this existence when someone Tells Her No." Nettie's arms cross, and she leans in the doorway, looking tired.
"Be safe on your journies. The both of you."
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin turns around, gathering herself up as she looks at Nettie. "I'm not apologizing for you. I'll leave that to you. I'm apologizing for my own actions. *I* am the one who has invited her into three situations now where someone has made her feel... unwelcome. And I should have more care with my friends than to do that. God knows I don't have very many." She doesn't shout. In fact her voice is just loud enough for all to hear. But the words are said with conviction. "And she isn't a danger to me. Do you have that little faith in me? Do you think I'm *that* naive? That I would bring just anyone here?"
She stands there a moment longer, as though trying to think of what to say, then just shakes her head. "Good night, Nettie. I really am sorry we interupted your evening."
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"We'll talk about your questions about my thoughts at another time. I bid you goodnight. Corvax?" she calls, looking over her shoulder.
"Escort the two ladies home, please. Make sure nothing happens to them."
And at her word, that order, a crow flies over Nettie's shoulder, and just... lands on Mairin's. Insurance.
"Don't mind me, poppets. Just a friendly neighborhood familiar spirit. Nothing to worry about." Corvax caws.
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
"I hesitate to think what you smell like," Demona grumbles at Corvax, but at the same time, reaches up to try to pet it.
- Nettie Crowe has posed:
"OI! HANDS TO YOURSELF LUV! Do you just randomly reach out and pet people's children?!" the bird crows out, feathers poofing up in aggression. "AND I AM LITERALLY DEATH. Well not literally. BUT I smell like rottin' meat and birdshit. At least according to Nettie's uncle. Aaah, now there, lasses, was a horrible, horrible man. No wonder the Church wanted him dead and hanging from a tree and then turn asunder and burned! But me, I was a ferocious pirate, hunted by sixteen kingdoms in Europe!"
- Susan Sullivan has posed:
Demona does not jerk back as the bird barks at her. "I'm a woman," she says about petting people's children, "so...yes. Yes, I do. And they let me. Deal with it, birdo."
- Mairin Moran has posed:
Mairin gives a weak smile to Corvax. "Thank you." It's not exactly clear if she's thanking Corvax or Nettie. Maybe both. It's been a stressful day.
She chuckles a little at Corvax's speach, but starts down the road, eager to get Demona home. "You were the fiercest pirate, Corvax," She tells him. "We're honestly lucky to have you along."
