Renee / Imogen / Scarlett - Aftermath - G

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The tears were beginning to fall. But it didn't matter now. Deirdre couldn't see her. It was okay to feel the dreadful void in her heart, sucking at her core. What was there to fill it now? Scarlett. She and Deirdre were broken, could never be again. Scarlett. Kait was gone, kept from her by a tyrannical father who had torn them apart not once, but twice. Scarlett. With Jack far, far away, Scarlett was of course the only one left to turn to...

( Running to Scarlett )

Renee / Imogen / Scarlett - Aftermath - G

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The tears were beginning to fall. But it didn't matter now. Deirdre couldn't see her. It was okay to feel the dreadful void in her heart, sucking at her core. What was there to fill it now? Scarlett. She and Deirdre were broken, could never be again. Scarlett. Kait was gone, kept from her by a tyrannical father who had torn them apart not once, but twice. Scarlett. With Jack far, far away, Scarlett was of course the only one left to turn to...

( Running to Scarlett )

Slink/Ry getting it on; M

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"Hang on, just a second... It really usually isn't this difficult to get it in... I'm sure it's just playing up today in order to embarrass me." Ry rolled his eyes back at Slink and sighed a little over the top. Just then, something clicked, and the key turned in the lock.

"See? Just like that. Easy as can be," Ry murmured, as though this was exactly what he had meant to do all along. Pushing the door open, he called out generally to the rest of the house and listened for any coming replies before closing the door behind Slink.

( Looks like we have the place to ourselves for once. )

Slink/Ry getting it on; M

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"Hang on, just a second... It really usually isn't this difficult to get it in... I'm sure it's just playing up today in order to embarrass me." Ry rolled his eyes back at Slink and sighed a little over the top. Just then, something clicked, and the key turned in the lock.

"See? Just like that. Easy as can be," Ry murmured, as though this was exactly what he had meant to do all along. Pushing the door open, he called out generally to the rest of the house and listened for any coming replies before closing the door behind Slink.

( Looks like we have the place to ourselves for once. )

Renee / Marcel - More magickal supplies - PG

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This would not do. In spite of the power she had touched, the things she had done, the love she had shared with a very special girl... all it took was a few moments in Deirdre's presence for her world to come crashing down. Well, no more. She would have the power to fill this void in her heart. To touch divinity... this was her right. Every time she performed a ritual, the hunger only seemed to grow. The Wiccan rites, even the lycanthropy... they weren't enough. There had to be something more. She would fill her heart or destroy it.

It was these thoughts that brought her back to The Cauldron this Tuesday evening. She had just received her latest pay from the bookshop, and she was in no mood to hang on to the money.

"Well, if it isn't my fav'rite little customer."

"I'll bet you say that to all the witches," Renee responded, her attention only half directed to Marcel as she gazed about the shop, waiting for something to catch her eye.

Marcel waited a few moments before asking, "Looking for anythin'... specific?"

Renee met Marcel's gaze evenly. "I need something with more power than what you have been giving me. This isn't enough. I want to scour human frailty from my breast with power enough to alleviate all pain."

Marcel's eyes were deadly serious as he considered Renee's words. This girl was strong. With proper nurturing, she would be very useful. "You want to change your feelin's, make 'em somethin' they ain't? Tread carefully, girl. I don't know what's in your head, but this is a lot bigger than playing at werewolves."

"That's what I asked for, Marcel."

So, she was using his name now. She was growing bold. "Alright," he said after a few moments, disappearing into the back room. Not willing to be left in the dark, Renee stepped around the counter to peer in past the curtain.

He returned moments later with a large volume, striding past her to lay it on the counter. "Not something you'll find anywhere else," he grinned proudly. "A lost volume of Aleister Crowley's. Handwritten. The Book of Chaos. Normally I'd suggest alchemy to someone with your particular... desires," Marcel continued as Renee lovingly inspected the book, "but I think we've already established that your strength lies along a darker path."

"So be it," Renee murmured, looking up at him. "But how do you know I can afford this?"

"We'll come to that," he smiled. "Is there anything else you want?"

"I need to replace some tools that... well, you know things went badly."

Marcel nodded and let her go about collecting the items she wanted.

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When she was finished, the book was accompanied by a new wand and silver pentacle, along with an ornate chalice and a long, heavy sword.

"So how were you expecting me to pay for this?" Renee enquired.

"Owe it to me," Marcel responded graciously. "There are some things I need to prepare... you can repay me in full next time you're here."

Renee looked at him dubiously, but Marcel just chuckled. "Trust me, little witch. You can afford it."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Renee shrugged, thanked the man, and left the store with her latest purchases held closely to her.

Renee / Marcel - More magickal supplies - PG

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This would not do. In spite of the power she had touched, the things she had done, the love she had shared with a very special girl... all it took was a few moments in Deirdre's presence for her world to come crashing down. Well, no more. She would have the power to fill this void in her heart. To touch divinity... this was her right. Every time she performed a ritual, the hunger only seemed to grow. The Wiccan rites, even the lycanthropy... they weren't enough. There had to be something more. She would fill her heart or destroy it.

It was these thoughts that brought her back to The Cauldron this Tuesday evening. She had just received her latest pay from the bookshop, and she was in no mood to hang on to the money.

"Well, if it isn't my fav'rite little customer."

"I'll bet you say that to all the witches," Renee responded, her attention only half directed to Marcel as she gazed about the shop, waiting for something to catch her eye.

Marcel waited a few moments before asking, "Looking for anythin'... specific?"

Renee met Marcel's gaze evenly. "I need something with more power than what you have been giving me. This isn't enough. I want to scour human frailty from my breast with power enough to alleviate all pain."

Marcel's eyes were deadly serious as he considered Renee's words. This girl was strong. With proper nurturing, she would be very useful. "You want to change your feelin's, make 'em somethin' they ain't? Tread carefully, girl. I don't know what's in your head, but this is a lot bigger than playing at werewolves."

"That's what I asked for, Marcel."

So, she was using his name now. She was growing bold. "Alright," he said after a few moments, disappearing into the back room. Not willing to be left in the dark, Renee stepped around the counter to peer in past the curtain.

He returned moments later with a large volume, striding past her to lay it on the counter. "Not something you'll find anywhere else," he grinned proudly. "A lost volume of Aleister Crowley's. Handwritten. The Book of Chaos. Normally I'd suggest alchemy to someone with your particular... desires," Marcel continued as Renee lovingly inspected the book, "but I think we've already established that your strength lies along a darker path."

"So be it," Renee murmured, looking up at him. "But how do you know I can afford this?"

"We'll come to that," he smiled. "Is there anything else you want?"

"I need to replace some tools that... well, you know things went badly."

Marcel nodded and let her go about collecting the items she wanted.

* * *


When she was finished, the book was accompanied by a new wand and silver pentacle, along with an ornate chalice and a long, heavy sword.

"So how were you expecting me to pay for this?" Renee enquired.

"Owe it to me," Marcel responded graciously. "There are some things I need to prepare... you can repay me in full next time you're here."

Renee looked at him dubiously, but Marcel just chuckled. "Trust me, little witch. You can afford it."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Renee shrugged, thanked the man, and left the store with her latest purchases held closely to her.