Owner	Pose
Nettie Crowe	The Candle, Booke and Belle, on the outside, is pretty much like any other shop on the East Village. It has a specials board which lists the current round of 'speciality grave dirt' to be from Hollywood (various cemetaries) and the Tea of the Day was 'Gin -- just kidding, Irish Breakfast'     Inside the shop, music is playing right from the 1980's Pop list. The owner of the shop, gray hair tied back in a ponytail wearing black jeans and a faded, gray T-shirt that announces tht she ate New York, is currently wielding a feather duster as she cleans her apothecary drawers.     "-I come home in the morning light my FAAAATHER says 'what chu gonna do with your liiife -" as she pushes herself along on the rolling ladder.     "OH DADDY DEAR YOU KNOW YOU'RE STILL NUMBER ONE! BUT GIRLS they wanna have fun -- whoa girls just wanna have --"     And she hangs off the side, singing into the feathery end of the duster as if it were a microphone "THAT'S ALL THEY REALLY WAAAAAaaaaAAAaaAAANT -- Some FUUUuuuUUUuUUuuuN!"     the other occupant of the store is the old crow that is hanging out on a perch in the rafter, unmoved by the hearty rendition of Cindy Lauper's best hit.
Belinda Gutierrez	The thump of a shoe against the door is the first indicator of a visitor. Not an uncommon thing for one trying to get in the front door... Though they usually use the handle and not the kick plate. The bell chimes as it opens, held by the one outside for courtesy's sake-- and an overburdened set of arms soon enters, followed by one Belinda Gutierrez. "Gracias, senor," Belinda exclaims gratefully, sighing in relief as she steps into the relative cooler air of the shop. "I was afraid I would have to kick at the door to knock and that would be so impoli--" She stops, utterly brought short. By music? The singing? By everything, everywhere? But revealed-- an inhale, a sniff, a deep draught of air. One might be forgiven thinking she is simply catching her breath, enjoying the fanned wind, or any of a dozen other things. But the spice. The incense. It practically *sings* to sharp senses! ".....wow..."
Bruce Wayne	Bruce Wayne approached the shop he'd been to a few times before in his other guise. It was his first visit out of 'after hour' business though. Dressed in a sharp suit and tie he was left looking dinstinctly out of place in this region of the city. The car he'd driven here, a McClaren, is parked not far down the street where it seemed like a good area to avoid accidental drive-by scratchings. As he approached the sight of the over-burdened latina teen causes him to pick up his step so that he can sweep out one long arm to press the door open for her. "Here, allow me," he offers in his deep yet somehow friendly voice. Once she's safely inside he steps past the threshold only to pause a moment at the sights within it would seem. His eyes sweep up toward the rafters to spot the dark figure of the bird there whom he gives a single nod to silently before continuing in. "Quite the impressive shop you have here. I heard this was the place to find interesting teas. I was hoping to find something new to try."
Nettie Crowe	"Impoliteness is definitely a souring note in the song of new friendship, isn't it dear?" Nettie gives a smile, and she was about to wave to turn down the music when Bruce Wayne enters.     Oh ho. Interesting Day. She's going to have to dance around the JLD business and her normal front.     "Welcome to the Candle Booke and Belle, and if you are here for interesting teas, that I do happen to have." she states, sliding down her rolling ladder and going to turn down the record player with the brass horn.     "Miss Gutierrez, a pleasure to see you again dear, go ahead and set your loads to the side and we can have a proper discussion about it. As for you -- Mr. Wayne, correct? I'd recognize that GQ mug near anywhere. What manner of tea are you searching for?"
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda nods quickly, glancing to the side to look for, hunt, seek, find-- empty space! THERE. "Graci---" she begins, grimacing as she forces her words more carefully. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Crowe. Mr. Ortega apologizes that it took so long to find the parts you requested of him." Bending with her knees, she sets the heavy cardboard down with a metallic, weighty thump. "He threw his back out--" She pauses, grimacing as she arches in a stretch. "--and had to wait until the weekend so I could make delivery." She glances upward, eyes searching for the dark crow (bird). A glance towards the propriestress and Mr. Wayne. (Who?) She proceeds to 'casually' palm a grape from her pocket, offering it to the side absently.
Bruce Wayne	Bruce Wayne responds to the mention of GQ with a calm chuckle of amusement. "So much for assuming I could get away without being recognised outside of Gotham. It was worth a try," he reasons as his attention shifts away to regard the rows of shelves with various teas and cups and teapots as well. "Something good for relaxation, perhaps. Several of my children will be going through finals soon." A reasonable assumption then that relaxing would be good, right? Noticing that there was some business of sorts going on between Nettie and Belinda though he adds, "Oh, take care of what you need to first. Don't mind me. I'll browse a bit."
Nettie Crowe	"Sientase libre de hablar espanol, necesito la practica por mi amigo Bertie." the old witch replies in an easy tone, and she smiles to Belinda as she gives a nod. "You'll have to thank Mr. Ortiz for me; I'm sure with those parts the boat will be fixed in no time... mmm. Maybe I'll have to request Mr. Reyes's help with that one, he's quite handy with the mechanical things..." she considers and then looks back to Mr. Wayne.     "Well let's see, chamomile, lavender, feverfew... I do have a Russian smoked tea that has notes of oak and bourbon if the tea's for you and not the younger sorts..." she states, and she reaches beneath the counter and pulls out some tea cups.     One is set down for Belinda. It has a tranquil scene with a peaceful Canadian goose on it.     Bruce's is British Racing Green colored, with black stripes in abstract.
Nettie Crowe	Corvax, for his part, recognizes Belinda and hops down from his perch, says 'Caw', and accepts the grape. Because keeping up appearances is important.
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda giggles delighted laughter at Mrs. Crowe's Spanish, biting back a squeal of delight as she hears a familiar (mostly) tongue. She winks to the blackbird, smiling with pleasure; leaving the grape to Corvax' tender ministrations, she bites back a grin as she comes over and into sight of the teacup. "Your Spanish--" she asks, begins, cutting herself off with a quick blush. "Pardon, Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Crowe. It is the language we spoke most often at home, and beyond habit. I try to keep with speaking English for good practice." She moves to the counter, glancing at the cup with undisguised interest. And a faint whimper. "....goose," she moans, shivering.
Bruce Wayne	Bruce Wayne turns slightly with arms clasped lightly behind his back to flash the pair a dazzling smile. He was indeed often on the cover of magazines and not just because he was rich. Rich and good looking were a great pair for reporters after all, and that smile was rather genuinely good natured. "Oh it's quite all right. I know a bit of Spanish myself though I imagine I'm rather rusty." A hand swings forward to cough lightly into his fist. "Me Gusta el SonIdo de... Ese Te." It's technically correct. The accents he puts on the words are in completely the wrong areas, and he sounds more like one of those computer generated voices that attempts to translate things. A nice sounding one just rather stiff and not quite right. He tried. Seeing Belinda's issue with the teacup he slides his toward her. "Here, take mine instead if you'd like. Geese can be rather problematic this time of year."
Nettie Crowe	"Geese are Problematic." comes Nettie's reply as she sets the feather duster aside (which, coincidentally, is the colors of a canadian goose), and gives a knowing look to Belinda as she shrugs her shoulders. "I know, I know, it's a little old fashioned. I sound like an old world abuela." she gives a small shrug as she goes through her apothecary drawers.     "Not bad, Mr. Wayne. Not bad at all." she replies with that tone in her voice that suggests it wasn't great either. She sets a combination of dried flowers, leaves, and bits of roots into a tea ball, puts the teaball in a teapot, and pours hot water from one of her large steam kettles over it.     Corvax finds old habits hard to break. He alights near Bruce, and attempts to relieve him of his wallet.
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda stifles a giggle at Mr. Wayne's attempt at Spanish, dark eyes bright with mirth. And melty at that gorgeous smile! She shakes her head quickly, pinkening in her cheeks as she declines (also blushing ferociously). "Old incident with wicked, evil bird," she explains, setting her hands to either side of the Goose Cup, turning it carefully. "It thought it was ruler of the pond, and I discovered the unfortunate way that such birds could be both big AND dangerous. Broke mi herma-- my brother's arm. Strong wings! Brings unpleasant memories. But on the other hand, we did rather cook said goose, so..." She glances up, mischief in her eyes. "It all worked out well in the end? Just much, much bathing afterward! Goose plucking is *messy*. Muy atroz, very atrocious." She gives the feather duster a closer look, snorting to herself suspiciously akin to laughter before she turns her eyes to Corvax. Chuffs! "In anycase, I was considering taking you up on our discussion from the other day?" she remarks, a sidewards glance towards Mr. Wayne. "And I would like to take you up on your job offer, though school might interfere." She sighs wistfully, pausing to think. And idly snatch at devilishly clever birds! "I do not *think* it will, but-- no idea for certain?"
Nettie Crowe	"It certainly did *not* work out in the end, or out of it." Nettie replies in a very sour tone.
Bruce Wayne	Bruce Wayne chuckles deeply at the compliment from both ladies, giving a dip of his head as if he were bowing. Yet he doesn't actually realyl move much at all given his posture remains impeccable the entire time. "Thank you. I know my pronunciation needs a bit of work, though." The preparation of tea is watched with a quiet thoughtfulness as he, apparently doesn't pay any heed to the attempted pick pocket of a bird. Corvax finds himself with a slim wallet made of some fancy Italian leather. It would be quite the bit of workmanship if it wasn't hidden just a bit by a sticky note that has three simple words scrawled on it. 'Put it back.' "Oh, yes I've heard geese can be very territorial and dangerous. The Canadian ones at least. I'm not certain about the white geese that are from Europe though I imagine they're not much better."
Nettie Crowe	Nettie had typed in something on a smartphone as she was pouring the water for tea into the teapot, and absent-mindedly pulls out another cup for tea up on the counter as she tucks her phone into her back pocket. The case has -- of course -- crows on it.     "They can be quite devilish to work with if you come too close to their territory. You may even end up in need of an extra hand or two to man a boat to rid a duckpond of a particularly aggressive goose. Either way--" she looks to Belinda, and she raises her eyebrows a moment.     "I'd be happy to hire you on in an as-you-are-free basis, of course, I can get the paperwork to you today, after a nice cup of tea. Because --" she pulls out her own mug, which has 'WORLD'S WORST BOSS' scribed on it, and she sips something that smells rather pine-y.     "Who doesn't love a nice cup of tea? Scone?"
Nettie Crowe	Corvax has the wallet. He looks at the wallet with the post-it note. He looks up at Bruce Wayne's back and decided 'Nope', and drops the wallet as he gives another unconvincing 'caw' statement, and goes back up to the rafters.     That fancy car Bruce drove over is *doomed*.
Robbie Reyes	The Candle, Booke and Belle, being a very particular sort of shop, likely has some idea of who comes and goes-- along with its own opinions on said people. Needless to say, impetuous young mechanics harbouring demonic firebrands are probably on its shortlist of *would give a cup of holy water bespelled to look like tea*. Which might be why he's so cautious about entering; a single fingertip pressed to the door, opened an inch like he's half expecting a bucket of ice water to be dumped on him once he crosses the threshold. And when it isn't, he lets himself inside, shoulder-first and sideways, door shut with a *click*. Boy's in his usual leather jacket with the faded white horseshoe, black hoodie and snug black jeans with shredded knees. Nothing sneaky about him either in those shit-kicking boots and the hint of burning metal and engine oil.
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda smiles gratefully, bending her head as she nods. "Scone, please!" she sings out. "And I would be most grateful," she answers, "Hopefully I can provide extra help where it is needed. It will be my first time dealing with such things, issues." She muses quietly, thoughtful. "Well, some issues. I hope it shall give my teacher less reason to be aggrieved in the future. Heartburn? As he says, practicing car driving learning and delivery is not good." She chuckles, basking in the scent that comes, lofts, soars with blessed steam from the tea. "Practice makes all things come in time, sir," Belinda returns, adds, smiling as the brief warmth in her cheeks fades to a dull smolder.... and returns again in fullest force as Robbie makes entrance, forcing her to focus utterly on her cup. So utterly cup-like!
Bruce Wayne	The little sound of leather hitting the floor causes Bruce to turn, and stoop to sweep up the wallet. "Oh, how did this get there? I must have a hole in my pocket. Hm, that's too bad, I was rather fond of this jacket." The wallet is tucked back away as he stands up again giving a tug or two to the collar of his suit to straighten it out. Just in time it would seem for his attention to be caught by the second latino to enter the shop. A cheery polite smile is flashed his way only for his attention to shift back toward Nettie and the brewing tea. "If this is the tea you mentioned it smells wonderful. I'll take a batch. Could you possibly send it to my home? I'll compensate of course," he assures while pulling out the far more important leather bound checkbook. Just in case this place didn't take credit cards it never hurt to carry one. A pen is flipped open to start scribbling on it an apparently suitable amount. "I'll have to pass on the scone however. I feel I ought to get going before my car risks any damage. The parking is a bit tight in this neighborhood." The newly written check is slid over toward Nettie written for quite a bit over what tea and delivery would cost by a few grand. "This should cover for a few weeks of supply, and ought to help with your newest employee, too." A grin is flashed down to the shorter Belinda once more. "Congratulations by the way." With that he turns for the door with a simple, "Excuse me," as he passes by Robbie. Just before stepping out he offers in a cheery tone, "A pleasure meeting you both. Have a good day, Ms. Gutierrez, Ms. Crowe. Corvax."
Nettie Crowe	"Ah! Bertie!" Nettie gives a bright grin, and she waves young lad inside. "Come in, come in out of the cold. The tea's just getting poured --" Nettie states, and she gives a bright smile. "One of my co-conspiritors. Lovely fellow, prefers 'Robbie' by the by." she explains to Belinda and Bruce in a small grin, and she she motions to Bruce.     "Mr. Wayne, you need not make an exit so quick and -- oh goodness." she states as sh looks over the cheque, and she looks up at Bruce. "Well, your credit is always good here, Mr. Wayne." she states, and then she tilts her head a moment.     She didn't introduce the crow by name. So curious.     Corvax, now that the 'muggle' is making an exit, alights on the railing near Robbie.     "Caw." he states, grumpily, looking up to Robbie.     Belinda gets a cranberry orange scone. Robbie's cup for tea is matte black and has a little skull on the inside of it.
Robbie Reyes	Polite? Cheery? Robbie looks mildly suspicious. But offers only a murmured, "Hey, man," as the be-suited Bruce passes him by on his way out, and steps amenably aside. Act casual. Act casual. Thank *fuck*, he's gone. Expelling a breath he wasn't quite aware he was holding, Robbie saunters on up to the front counter. Hands still jammed in his jacket pockets and the scent of ozone clinging to him from a brief smattering of rain on his way over. Making sure to look but not touch, despite the urge to thumb through a few books stacked enticingly on a shelf he passes. "Okay, you gonna keep callin' me that, we're gonna need to renegotiate things." That's for Nettie as he takes a lean against the counter and cocks a brow at her expectantly. Belinda, for the time being, just gets a brief, sidelong glance like he's trying to figure out whether he's seen her around before.
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda steals a glance back as Mr. Wayne leaves, pursing her lips with a long, groaning exhale as she sags into her chair. "Dios!" she whispers quietly-- sitting upright again as scones are served! "And for your restraint," she adds for Corvax' benefit, reaching into her pockets, rummaging around with care. And a looooooooooong sidewards glance. Knows from somewhere....? Bertie? Bertonimo? Bernard? She withdraws a simple tin box for mints, stil carrying the faintest smell of cinnamon. "When researching, I could not find any particular edible corvid liked," she explains, popping open the tin box and setting it at the table's side. "So I just gathered a bunch and brought them for you. I hope you enjoy?" Setting down the tin, she sighs with cherished welcome, drawing a long, long breath. "I cannot smell the city," she murmurs after a moment, remarking to herself, voice hushed in a quiet bliss. "The smell, the reek, the dirtyness of it. It isn't there."
Nettie Crowe	"Very well then Mr. Roberto." Nettie sets her mouth in a tight-set, trying-not-to-grin-grin. And then she gives a snort, and waves him over. "Robbie it is. Robbie, this is Belinda Gutierrez," Nettie states, and pantomimes knighting Belinda's shoulders.     "Newly minted prospect for the Justice League Dark after being drafted to contend with a devilish goose. Miss Gutierrez, this is Robbie Reyes, who shall handle his own dispensing with information regarding his abilities as he sees fit." she states, and she pours tea from the pot into the three cups. She assumes Bruce's cup and saucer. "He's also a very good mechanic, and is going to help repair the boat."
Robbie Reyes	"Reyes," Robbie corrects flatly, watching Nettie pour the tea. "That'd be Mr. Reyes. Which makes me feel like you're talkin' to my dad." Some fleeting emotion marks the centre of his forehead, where his brows briefly stitch together. Then it's gone. "Hey, Belinda," he greets politely enough, directing his mismatched gaze down to meet hers. One eye's bright green; the other's a startlingly inhuman orange marbled with darker amber, like something frozen at the moment of combustion. He does not offer his hand, possibly on account of excessive caution. For *her*sake. Then back to Nettie, "Whatcha need?"
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda turns her eyes to Robbie's, gaze focused curiously as she stares with marked interest. "I deliver things," she adds helpfully, humming to herself as she turns her attention to her tea with a sigh of bliss. Tea, incense, motor oil from Reyes, the scent of Corvax and books and things that *are not the city*... Blessed bliss! Though not a tranquility that translates well to eating habits-- sadly, she scarfs the scone in a few fierce chomps, munching and chewing and rumbling softly before she swallows. Burping faintly. "'scuse," she manages, with a gentle cough. Teasip.
Nettie Crowe	Corvax had been quiet, and instead just scarfs down *all the goodies*.     "You, lass, are my new favorite." he replies, and hops a moment on the counter, giving his wings a flap.     "Nettie got it in her fool mind to take a wee rowboat out to take out a demon taking the form of a goose. Dragged Young Miss Gutierrez along with her, an' a lad by the name of Fast Tom. Named 'im myself I did. An' Miss Deitrich and Kinney came along. Ended up sinkin' the boat. Now she's got a mind to make it a motorboat and ordered a box o' scraps an' was hopin' you could Tony-Stark it into bein' an actual motor since she's not a clue about the mechanicals." the crow states, and motions towards a box that Belinda had delivered.     Nettie narrows her eyes.     "I'm still tryin' to figure out how Bruce Wayne divined your name from thin air. 'S gonna bother me until I go to bed." she states grumpily, and switches out her tea (which is floral, warming, and caliming) for Gin (which is none of those things).
Robbie Reyes	A glance back to Belinda when she mentions *delivering things*. Little flick of his eyes over the girl, like he's trying to assess something about her. Something that remains unspoken, particularly since Corvax is talking to him about.. a motorboat? "Number one." He slides his hands out of his pockets and starts stripping off the leather driving gloves he's wearing. "I ain't Tony Stark. If I had his brains, you think I'd be workin' for Canelo?" His boss at the shop. Big Mexican guy, pretty good in a pinch with a crowbar. "Number two." He collects the tea, and downs about half of it at once. None of that delicate sipping for him. "Why d'you want a fuckin' motorboat?" There's no comment at all on the Gin, mercifully.
Tynan Ireton	Its been a long time since Ty has been by the shop. Mostly cause she's been doing some odd jobs off the books. A few for the League, and a few of her own. This last job though...She is a little...irked...The sound of a black Streetfighter ducati is heard as it pulls up to the shop. The woman hops off the bike, in her full gear. The sleeveless long coat covering her tactical princess cut body armor, armored pants, and that half face mask. The woman is covered in something that looks....not nice to look at. As the woman walks up to the shop, she stops and politely knocks.     The merc waits for permission to enter. She knows that she'll get it, but threshold rules still apply. Once inside though, the smell of rotted blood and meat can be smelled off her. ".....Hot shower....please?", she asks. "That Necromancer job was not....very fun.", she says.
Belinda Gutierrez	Belinda basks in the treasured joy of the clear air, the dragon's blood incense, the gentle melody of sweet scents like an orchestra to her senses. That last about a heartbeat longer than Tynan's entry. "G-rrrk!" Belinda exclaims, a wince as if a physical blow had landed as she looks sharply over at the door. For a brief moment, turning green at the gills! Reaction swift as lightning-- she clamps both hands over her mouth and nose, physically fighting the urge to retch. "Third box from top," she murmurs in muffled fashion, pointing generally towards the stack of delivery boxes. "Soap, shampoo. Take it, take it all, please shower *please*!"
Nettie Crowe	"No, if you had Tony Stark's brains, you probably wouldn't associate with us. Bit posh, isn't he?" Nettie replies to Robbie gently. "However, you are a damned," pause "good mechanic. And you're the sort of person I associate with. Like this one time in the Eighties, I was motorcyclin' my way through the North of France an' into Belgium when I --" she begins, and then she clears her head with a headshake as the door to the shop opens for Tynan, letting her in to the smell of tea and smokey engine oil and leather and... spam? "No, sorry, that's a story for another time, maybe two, three years." Nettie gives a sniff of the air. "And two, I'd like a motorboat--" she pauses, and because even at nearly 170 she's immature, she snorts and adjusts her T-shirt "I'd like to *not* be eaten by a giant fuckin' demonic Canadian Goose and blown out the backside in an explosion of demon offal and slammed against a *wall*." Nettie grumps.     "Did that in the 60's. Did not expect a repeat performance!" she adds in a half-bellow, and then she turns and looks at Tynan.     "Good lord Ty. Third floor, you know there's showers up above for the LEague Dark. Go! Oh, Belinda, Tynan Ireton, one of my past students. Ty, Belinda, new member."
Robbie Reyes	Robbie's smelled some pretty funky things in his two decades or so of life, so the stink of death on the arriving woman is fairly easy to recognise. He turns to watch her a moment, curious. Then Belinda, at her flustered appeal for Tynan to go wash herself off. He, thankfully, has no enhanced senses to speak of. So he finishes off his tea and nudges the cup toward Nettie for more. "Anyway," he continues like nothing at all had happened. Certainly not one of his fellow JLDers waltzing in covered in gore. "What's gettin' a motorboat gotta do with demonic geese? You manage to kill that thing, or you need me to go hunt it down for you?"
Tynan Ireton	Ty nods her head to Belinda, and then to Nettie. She upnods to Robbie. She grabs the box of soap and shampoo. "I'll be back in a bit.", she says. The woman walks up to Corvax, and drops a bottle of french rum near him. "That should be aged pretty damn good. The necromancer was using the catacombs of Paris to practice, as well as raise an army. I took that from one of the zombies.", she tells. The woman heads to the back, and up the stairs. Its going to be a bit before she comes back down. Hopefully Nettie has a chute for dropping landry down for cleaning...Or dry cleaning?
Belinda Gutierrez	Or incineration! Right now, Belinda would be happiest with that result, biting her lip until Tynan passes and the vile scent is (somewhat) reduced with distance. "Dios!" she moans out, a frantic giggle sliding from behind the mask of her fingers. After a moment she drops her hands, eyes vibrant as she gives Nettie a long glance. "When you said that, encountering things like demon goo and... goo... were usual, I had thought you were joking!" Her eyes flick open, head tilting as she gives Nettie a quick gaze. "You have incense for bad smells, si? Potpourri? Windy wind spirits doing--" She waggles her fingers, fluttering in the air. "--windy air-spirit things?"
Nettie Crowe	Nettie pours another round of tea for Robbie.     "Better agility on the water so that I don't get eaten by a giant demon water fowl and have to be exploded out the backend from a molecularly destabilization thing from some speedster boyfriend of another leader." she waves off the question of why she would want a motorboat. "And it's been neutralized, Robbie -- if you were needed to go after it, I would have met you at different coordinates." she states quietly, and she eyeballs Ty. "Necromancer's dead though? That usually takes care of them. Beh. Necromancers." she states, though that gets an amuseing sound out of her.     Because she was a necromancer.     Corvax tuuuurns slowly and looks to the French Rum. It's as big as he is.     "Bloody how do I open this?!" he mutters to himself, hopping around it a moment or two.     And Nettie turns to Belinda, and then looks all about her shop a moment.     "Windy air-spirit things?" she murmurs to herself, and then she reaches below the counter.     She brings up a very dark candle, and with a touch of her fingers it lights the wick.     All smell is removed from the area. TEa. Rose Hips. Tynan. Spam.
Robbie Reyes	"I mean, I can't promise you won't be eaten by any more demonic geese," Robbie points out. "Even the regular ones are mean little fuckers." He pauses like he's going to ask about this 'molecular destabilisation thing', but then decides against it. Instead, he simply watches with some amusement as the candle's brought out-- and lit after his own fashion. "Anyway, get me the parts. I'll see what I can do with 'em. Don't get your hopes up." His eyes flick back to Belinda, brows briefly furrowing. "Oye, hablas espanol?" he queries, the difficult-to-place drawl shifting seamlessly to Spanish. Which he speaks with the fluency of a second generation Mexican-American raised in the barrio.
Belinda Gutierrez	A day of joys, of sorrows, of foul smells and wonderful ones-- and of Spanish! Belinda melts back into her chair as the dark candle is brought forth, lit with a touch of fingers, and... No smells. None. Blank air, utterly clear and clean and pure. "Si, hablo espanol," Belinda replies to Reyes, eyes widened as she takes in... Smellless air. Shivering briefly-- disturbed! She leans back down at the table, smile crooked as she considers her cup quietly. She smiles sheepishly, drawing a long breath-- exhaling with a brief, quick grimace. "I do not know anything about magic things either," she admits, smiling crookedly. "But--!" She scoots her chair closer to Robbie, reaching into her opposite pocket for a small notepad and the stub of a pencil. "We can look at the parts I brought," she explains, "And can tell me what else might be suitable for you. Or.." She pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Ramon's Junkyard and Parts. I can give you the address. Bring a list of what you think you need, then we can go out and pull what we have, or he can send out feelers to see if other places have them instead. Si!" She tears off a piece of the paper, scribbling down name, directions furiously.
Nettie Crowe	Awww, the duckies are getting along so well! Nettie would be proud. Heck, she is proud.     "Aye, the regular geese are mean, tongues on their teeth, second rudest Canadians I've ever met." Nettie recounts quietly, but she, in lieu of interrupting the conversation, simply refills everyone's tea and sets out a cup for Tynan, for when she returns.     She watches the two interact, the lack of bad smells allowing Belinda to concentrate on building a connection. The wold witch leans back, sitting on her stool behind the counter as she purses her lips a moment as she considers things, and reaches to open up the rum that Corvax was worriedly hopping around.     "Just a thimbleful, aye?" she warns the bird, pouring some of the rum into a teacup. "If we both imbibe we're in trouble."
Robbie Reyes	*Second rudest*, Robbie mouths, and then makes a moue with his lips as an idea occurs to him for who might be the first rudest. Turning slightly, he watches as Belinda scoots closer and digs out her notepad and pencil. "Where's the parts you brought? You got 'em here, or?" Another teensy little nudge of his tea cup toward Nettie, like *hint hint*. The backs of his knuckles on his right hand are tattooed with faded symbols, like some kind of code. He snorts softly though when Belinda mentions the junkyard. "Que clase de mecanico crees que soy, que no se lo de Ramon?" Then back to Nettie, "I'll text you the list. Or her, if she's old enough for a phone." He thumbs at Belinda, probably teasing. But one never knows with him.
Tynan Ireton	Ty comes back down after a short time. She's in a pair of boyshorts, and a tank top. She's...presentable. The woman didn't exact bring any spare clothes with her, and this place was closer then her safehouse. The woman takes a deep breath, and makes a face.     "To answer your earlier question, yes, and I did pick up a charm that temporarily placed an astral bind on souls. I bound his soul to his body before dealing the death blow. And to be safe, I used a willy pete on the body.", she tells. The woman flops down in a chair, and leans back into it. "If I have to, I can try asking a few imps in the mancer showed up down there.", she says.     The merc nods her head to Nettie a bit. "Any more work you need to have dealt with under the table?", she asks. THe woman stretches a bit. "That doesn't involve sewers, and things that Kitsune magicks could be used on.", Ty asks. The woman gives a small smirk a little bit, looking around a bit. After surviving a near death thing, she's starting to feel a bit more alive. And like always she's already starting to think about clubs, and binges, and getting herself in so much trouble that she'll probably have to leave the country again for a few weeks...
Belinda Gutierrez	*That* remark from Robbie gets a quiet response from Belinda. The graphite scribbling slows, picks up again; she bites her lip without comment as she works her letters, writing down with careful calm. "We could not afford one," she says matter-of-factly and with an entirely neutral expression. She finishes up her writing, rereads it for good measure, sliding the paper over with a nod. "The parts are in the large box there," she adds, gesturing to the larger cardboard box, occupying its space on the floor. "Mostly engine bits and things and 'a-ma-doodles." She sips the last of her tea from its cup, glancing to Nettie-- a double-take of eyes racing over to Tynan as she stares with a blink. "If I could be excused por un momiento?" she adds, bowing head to the Greywitch.
Nettie Crowe	"Text her, Robbie," Nettie waves at Belinda, making sure both cups are filled "She's a member. She knows what she's talking about, I just do the paperwork for this section of the league... not technologically or mechanically inclined at all." Nettie remarks as she uses her smart phone to take a picture of the cheque Bruce Wayne had written out for 'an appropriate amount' of tea, making a note of what account it was being deposited into, and then closes down her banking app. "Just like I speak almost no Spanish or Italian. Rough on the French." she continues, and then she looks to Tynan.     She takes a deep breath and lets it out, looking Heavenward and then pours tea into a cup for Tynan, and she walks past Belinda to deliver it.     "Hey. Should you need anything, you let me know. We'll see what we can do about keeping you in touch with the League, yeah?" she states.
Robbie Reyes	Robbie's expression is briefly one of guilt, for giving Belinda a hard time over something he understands *far* too well-- growing up poor as dirt. He mumbles a quiet apology, downs his refill of tea quickly, and collects his gloves before pulling away from the counter. "Talk soon," he tells Belinda gruffly, nods solemnly to the other two, and heads for the door.
Tynan Ireton	Ty sips her tea a bit as she stretches out a bit. "Also I need some more grimores to read. The travel between jobs are getting longer and longer. And there's only so many romance novels that I can keep.", she tells. The woman reaches over, and rubs Corvax on top of his head a bit.
Nettie Crowe	"Ah, then you may have to venture forth and find some, since you no longer have a teacher." Nettie remarks to Tynan with a small smile, looking to the mercenary as she takes a deep breath, and then she sits on the counter, with Belinda and Robbie having left.     "You missed Bruce Wayne here earlier today. He's ordered a mixture of tea to calm his family down during the kids' finals. So. Tell me about this necromancer you've downed. Wonder if it's anyone I know." she remarks quietly,     Corvax belches. Or at least imitates one before hopping off.
Tynan Ireton	The merc shakes her head a little bit as she sighs. "Bruce? One of the richest bastards around?", she asks. Leave it to her irish side to somehow make that sound both good and bad at the same time. The woman takes a moment to roll her neck.     "The nercomancer, he had done some soul sucking to live longer. Probably did it a few times. Regular shots didn't slow him down at all, so had to switch to the hell runes. He kept going on and on in french, but the only french I know is the kiss.", she tells.     Ty shakes her head a little bit. "Also, new kids? You are warning them about the....aspects of the job, right?", she asks. THe woman gives a look.
Nettie Crowe	"Belinda was shanghai'd with Gabby Kinney's boyfriend into helping me with a demonic Canadian goose. They got a first-row seat to some of the weirdness we will run into. She's a good kid." she states, and she gives an upnod to where Robbie was sitting.     "Robbie Reyes? He's a Ghost Rider. I'm pleased that he's remained with us, actually. Nice to know that I'm not a target of his breathern. And sisterin." she gives an amused noise as she leans back a little.     "He's aware. He's been through Hell, poor lad, in a very real sense."
Tynan Ireton	Ty pauses a moment. "Ghost Rider? Ummm, you mean the demonic riders of Hell? Weilds the chains of Hell as a weapon, and uses them to drag the souls of the damned back to Hell?", she asks. The woman remembers her studies while working on her Hell runes. "I thought they lost their sense of selves to the power that consumes them?", she asks.     Ty takes a moment to blink. "Gabby has a boyfriend? Poor lad.", she tells. "And demonic....goose? What the hell did I miss while dredging through the sewers of Paris?"
Nettie Crowe	"Ah... yes. We have two active ones among our number. Rather personable when they're not on fire dragging the souls of the damned for punishment -- and really it's more 'the souls of people who harm the innocent'." Nettie states as she reaches over to collect the teacups of those who have made their exit from her shop previously, Belinda's goose teacup, Robbie's matte black and Bruce Wayne's green teacup. The last she takes a look at, as if it may tell her something, and then she goes to the little bar sink to wash them out.     "And really, just the normal local business. I take the young duckies out on daytrips and send the others to handle the larger big-bads while others contend witht he even larger universe threatening bads." she gives a small smile.
Tommy Shepherd	There's that old saying, "speak of the devil and he shall appear." Well, Tommy's entire life has a sense of twisted humor, judging by how it's gone so far, so he comes up as a brief topic of conversation only moments before he slips in through the front door. He's wearing casual, comfortable clothing: a color-block hoodie and a pair of sweats, with a cap pulled down over his very noticeably unusual stark white hair.     It's for the Buffalo Bisons, if anyone keeps up with the semi-local minor league teams.     He takes a look around, eyes wide, as this is definitely not his type of shop. He just knows Gabby hangs out here, which thus brings him here in search of possible... stuff. Gift ideas, maybe? Unless he's just snooping.
Tynan Ireton	Ty's teacup has a Yin-Yang like design mixed with Celtic symbols. She's in a pair of boyshorts, and a tank top. "I was warned to stay away from the Riders, given my use of the runes. I don't know how effective the runes would be on the Riders, given I'm using a bit of my soul with it. I take it that I'm in the middle rung? I'm working on a few new things, but I need to get some work done on my gear first.", she tells. The woman sips her tea before she stops, and looks at Tommy.     The woman quietly sips her tea, watching Nettie a bit before continueing. She knows not to talk shop around the Norms. Nor talk about work when those who don't know. She is a professional after all. Her cold eyes though seem to look through Tommy, trying to gage him...
Nettie Crowe	"From what I know he's a special case, but--" Nettie begins, her brows knitting a moment before she looks up at the door opening, the bell giving a very vheery jingle and Corvax, above, preparing to just say 'Caw' -- but he spots Tommy.     "AYE! If it's not Fast Tom!" he barks with glee, hopping down off his perch to take up a spot on the railing near Tommy's side. "Good to see you lad. Miss Gutierrez stopped in earlier in fact, and Nettie regaled the crew with how you managed to free her from the grasps of an evil goose!" he wingflaps excitedly.     Presumably Nettie's sudden ejection was discussed at length.     "Oi! Corvax, give the boy some room to breathe, yeah?" Nettie calls out, and she waves Tommy in closer as she goes back behind the tea bar.     "And how fare you, intrepid lad? Hopefully you've been keeping well?" she asks him -- and she shoots a look over to Tynan, that immistakably says 'watch your behavior'.
Tommy Shepherd	The thing about super speed is that it still relies on one's perception. Super-fast perception, yes, but that doesn't necessarily equate to superhuman perception. Which is why Tommy doesn't put two and two together about who exactly owns this shop until he's being talked to. By a crow.     Was the crow at the thing with the big goose, he wonders. That sounds familiar, but that whole day was insane enough that he's mostly tried to forget it, so Tommy spends the first few seconds blinking dumbly at Corvax. It legitimately takes that long even for his brain running at overclocked speeds to make the connection. And when he does, his head slooooowly swivels over to Nettie.     "Uh," he says, dumbly. Then he clears his throat. "I usually go by Tommy." That seems to be the sticking point he focuses on, not the talking crow itself but the talking crow getting his name semi-incorrect. Easier this way.     He shoves his hands into his pockets and wanders over to the tea bar, nodding with some semblance of social graces towards Tynan before he regards Nettie. "Glad to see that you, y'know, recovered." He shrugs one shoulder. "From all of that."     He noticeably ducks the questions regarding his own well-being. Not one for opening up about himself, it seems.
Tynan Ireton	Tynan just kinda sits there. She watches Corvax as she takes a sip of her tea. She slowly puts down the cup, watching Nettie again as she catches the look. The woman doesn't do anything save take another sip of the tea. As she watches, she puts the cup down, and just gives a small smile. Its almost a devil's smile, but stops just short...
Nettie Crowe	"All right, Tommy then. Good as good." Corvax agrees, and then he flies back up to the rafters.     Nettie gives the bird a Loo as well, and then motions Tommy over to the tea bar.     "You've stumbled upon our storefront, lad. This is what I do when I'm not out galavanting and getting swallowed by things most fowl." she puns with a small smile, and she takes out a teacup. The teacup is a happy blue color, with clouds on it, a green bottom, and a matching green saucer, and she pours a cuppa for the quiet boy.     "Hows our Miss Kinney?" she inquires.
Tommy Shepherd	The acknowledgement of his preferred name from Corvax earns a nod from Tommy that looks outwardly respectful. Maybe it's also inwardly respectful. Hard to tell.     He steps up to the tea bar with only a minor amount of hesitance, but his shoulders have risen up slightly, discomfited. He looks first at Nettie, then at Tynan, and then at Nettie again before he narrows his eyes at the teacup. "I figured Gabby was just into new age stuff on the side, but in retrospect... yeah this makes more sense."     He lets out a quiet sigh after, thoughts briefly turning to Gabby, and then of course Nettie asks after her. "Not dead," he reports, which may sound like a brush-off, but in truth it's all he knows.
Tynan Ireton	For the most part, Ty is just relaxing after a rather nasty job. She takes another sip. The woman hasn't exactly said anything since Tom has shown up. The woman crosses her legs a little bit, and quietly puts the cup down. She leans a little forward, and rests her head on her hand as she watches Tom. Ty's behaving...at the moment.
Gabby Kinney	Speak of the devil--and devilette? Gabby wasn't really a devil though she certainly knew some in the past. Even currently she knew a few. After coming back to the city she'd made a rather circuitous route back to the familiar places. Even though she was fairly certain Alchemax had taken the bait to believe she had been legitimately and completely killed, it was still good practice to make sure the survellience that had located her to begin with was gone. Part of why her first stop had been to the espionage museum instead of the shop, or home, or even Tommy's place. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she'd only JUST heard there was an espionage museum in New York on the flight back thanks to a tourism booklet. Nothing at all. The door jingles as she steps through holding it open with one hand for the fellow behind her. Her attention is fixed on her phone though as she's busy swyping away to send off a series of texts that were perhaps a bit overdue at this point. Tommy's phone is bound to go off as soon as she hits send. "Just need to let the SOs know I'm okay and back in town," she explains only to stop and blink as she hears that familiar phone alert not too far away. "Tommy!"
Nettie Crowe	"To be fair, I've been running this as a 'new age' shop for a little under fifty years as I got bored with things. It's only recently that it's become home to our organization following... well. Some unfortunate exits." Nettie states, not wanting to bore Tommy or Tynan with the history of the pereniially troubled organization that she started with... well. Doesn't matter, does it?     "Not dead is a step in the right direction. We've been summoning the poor friends by their names for most of the afternoon, so I suppose we should expect Miss Kinney in five... four... three..." Nettie begins, picking up another teacup from under her counter and setting it as she points at the door, After she crosses the threshhold.     "Good news, Gabby, you're not dead."
Cain Marko	Obviously, the most important thing she had to do when coming back was see her best friend ever. Which is why Cain was who she saw at the museum. He's following behind the honey badger, and ducks through the doorway as she holds it for him. He pats her on the head in thanks, then glances around the shop. His attention falling on Nettie Crowe. They only met the once, during that thing where they fought the monster in the woods of... somewhere. He forgets offhand. But he is familiar with her. He grunts out, "Nettie." Then glances down at Gabby. "The SOs huh?" Her calling out a name like that makes his brows draw together, his attention pulled now over to the white-haired kid whose phone is going off. "Tommy?" Suddenly there's a faint, simmering feeling of threat in the room. The huge man, currently in civilian clothes, makes his way over to where the rest are gathered. He's not stomping exactly. But with his size and weight, his footsteps are pretty heavy to begin with. Much like when a meteor is about to crash into the Earth in a movie, a shadow slides over the speedy mutant boy. "So this is the boyfriend, huh?"
Tommy Shepherd	There's not all that many places you'll hear the chorus of Erasure's "Always" at 4x speed. Except at this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within the Candle, Booke and Belle. Because that's Tommy's custom ringtone for when he gets a text from Gabby.     Of course, he's too busy looking at Gabby in the flesh to check his phone, buzzing away in his pocket. He shifts away from the tea bar, hands at his sides, and he makes an aborted movement towards Gabby. Because there's someone big and threatening in his way, and Tommy cranes his neck upwards to stare at Cain. "Yeah, that's me," he says with mostly-not-false bravado.     Mostly because he's only human (well, mutant). But also because he can do this:     And this is where he zips around Cain at superspeed so that he can make his way over to Gabby, wrapping his arms around her so and pulling her close into a tight hug.     "I'm not going to say that I'm glad you're okay, because I know you can take care of yourself," he says, voice lowered because it's a private moment (that they are, unfortuately, having in a semi-public location). "But I'm glad you're back."
Tynan Ireton	Ty takes another sip of her tea. She's gives a small smirk before she decides to move to the other side of the counter. The woman shakes her head a bit. "I should have brought the guantlet down. The blood splatter is gonna be messy. Also...Hi Mister Marko, sir!', she says. While not necessarily ever meeting Cain, Ty knows who Juggernaut is! Its like a golden rule, don't f with the Juggernaut, period.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney lets out a little high pitched noise that might have been the beginnings of a joyous squeal of delight. It's cut a little short when Cain stomps over toward Tommy though. Instead she finds her attention flitting toward Nettie to offer, "Yeah had to fake my death so I was only mostly dead for awhile, long story, short notice-- Cain be good please--" That's as far as she gets even with how quickly she can yammer on. Instead she's made silent again by the hug that she returns with a firm grip of her own tightening around Tommy with a fond squeeze. "Yeah. I'm sorry, it was pretty unexpected and... I'm back yeah," she agrees quietly while smiling broadly. "Make it up to you," she promises.
Cain Marko	The greeting from Tynan makes the mercenary glance her way. He doesn't recognize her, but nods. "Hey." Then he turns back to Tommy. He takes in the much younger man, his eyes narrowing. The palpable hostility in the air ratchets up a few more notches, and he starts to say something else. Then the boy zips around the room to hug the badger in question, and he blinks. Then his expression becomes more irritated. "Oh great. One of those." He turns around to observe the happy couple with a sour expression, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll be good. I ain't gonna do nothing he don't bring on himself." Whatever THAT means. "I'm sure he already knows it's smarter to treat you right." A pause. "If he doesn't, we'll see how fast he runs with no legs." Okay so. Not being totally good.
Tynan Ireton	Ty sips her tea a little bit, and then switches to Russian for a second. "(Russian) I call dibs on his kneecaps.", Ty calls out. The woman takes a deep breath, and sighs a little bit. She stretches out, and switches back to her english. "It is late, and well, I'm not driving my motorcycle in underclothes...", she says. "So, I think its time for me to take a nap.", she states.
Tommy Shepherd	Annnnd that's enough being emotionally vulnerable in front of an audience. Tommy takes a step back, his hands on Gabby's shoulders, and he locks eyes with her before he nods, once. "I'm going to assume he's one of your friends, yeah?" he asks-slash-says, and with a purse of his lips says everything he thinks of the threat, except inaudibly. Just with his expression. It's a very Not Good expression, and he squeezes Gabby's arms lightly before releasing her.     "I'm going to go back to the apartment. Let you catch up with your, uh, coworkers." Yeah he has no idea how the whole team situation works, and he's certainly not sticking around to find out. He dips past Gabby, waving once to the rafters where he assumes Corvax is still lingering, and then heads out.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney leans in against Tommy's side when he puts his arm around her shoulders. The whole threatening aura thing gets a bit of a grin from her. Even if she felt it wasn't necessary it was nice to know that he cared enough to threaten. An odd litmus test for friendship, but she was an odd girl to begin with. "Yeah, from way back," she agrees to Tommy's guess of being a friend of hers. Then he mentions he'll head out, and she nods giving a final little squeeze of her arm around his waist before he just isn't there any longer. Ah, speedsters. Instead she steps forward to head for the little tea bar where everyone else had been situated. "He's fine, Cain. And technically he's Magneto's grandkid so ..." She wasn't entirely sure there. So what? It might mean something to him, it might not, he wasn't exactly fond of Xavier and had worked for the Brotherhood before. And really didn't he look a LOT like Pietro, come to think of it? "Okay so. Yeah, I'm back, nothing blew up while I was gone? Good." Satisfied she leans over the counter fumbling around for a scone she knew had to be lingering around the shop somewhere.