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darker_london2006-01-30 03:22 pm
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Renee / Marcel - The descent begins - G
Renee stepped into the shadowy magick shop frustrated but determined to fulfill her plans. The argument with Kait was nothing really, not even a setback in the grand scheme of things. She could do this just as well without her.
There was really nothing more than a narrow path left of the floor, a perilous passage through statues of Buddha, Ganesha, Krishna and more. Dreamcatchers hung from the ceiling alongside wooden angels. The walls were lined with books, tarot decks, incense and still more statues. Deeper shadows surrounded the counter, seeming to swallow the light emanated from the glass cabinet holding silver jewelry and pendulums of every colour. From those shadows came Marcel's voice.
"You're cookin' up trouble, sweet'eart."
Why did everybody keep saying that? "I'm putting a stop to trouble that has already been cooked up," she responded sharply.
Marcel stepped out of the shadows and smiled at her. It wasn't an unpleasant expression as such, more... unwholesome. Long black hair hung down past his shoulders, and he stroked his goatee as he studied her. His fingers were adorned with large-stoned rings, and one, like hers, with a pentagram.
Her eyes scanned the glass cabinet, searching for the first item she would need. "There," she said, pointing to a long purple stone embedded in a silver handle.
Marcel's gaze flicked down to the item, then back to Renee as he grinned at her. "Beautiful wand, that," he said, removing it and placing it before her. She held her hand over it for a moment, feeling its power. Yes. That was the one.
"Can I 'elp you with anything else?"
"Yes," Renee nodded, turning away from him to pluck a box of Frankensense incense from the display. She placed it next to the wand, then moved over to the bookshelves. Many of the books were ones she already knew of. They were all far too light for what she had in mind.
"I need something on exorcism," she said, turning back to Marcel.
His eyes flashed, and his expression shifted, seeming to indicate a new interest in the girl. He simply stared at her for a moment, studying her. It made Renee feel a little uncomfortable, but she weathered the feeling, not wanting him to see her as weak.
"Follow me," he said after a few moments. He pulled back the heavy black curtain that hung behind the counter, and she followed him into an area that she had been only vaguely aware existed.
Renee had always assumed that this was a storage area, but it was so much more than that. It was a whole different world from the relatively fluffy-bunny sort of magick shop in the front. It was almost like a dark, alternate version of the same store. There were the statues again, but this time they were fierce and terrifying visions of Shiva, Kali, Sebekh... even demons. The shelves were filled with leather-bound tomes of dark magick, and works by authors considered by many to be more than a little bit dodgy.
"Exorcism," Marcel murmured to himself as he ran his fingers along the spines of the books. The one he pulled down looked relatively new. "Konstantinos," he said, handing it to her. "Makes dark magick very accessible to someone like you."
She gave him a questioning look, but he just grinned. "You don't 'ave the chops to do this the white witches way, little girl," he said. "You're gonna need this."
He stepped over to a dark corner filled with terrifying implements, axes, swords, chains. He returned to her with a stone dagger in his hands. "This'll kill any spirit dead. Really dead," he added meaningfully.
Renee took the dagger gingerly. It was lighter than it looked, but emanated a heavy, dark power that seemed to pull on her very soul.
"Brilliant, innit?" Marcel grinned. "Should stand you in good stead. Anything else you need?"
She nodded to the shelf behind him. "I want those," she said, indicating two flat silver pentagram disks.
Marcel looked impressed. "You do know what you're doin'," he said, handing her the two pentagrams. She was beginning to get quite weighed down.
"Holy water and blessed salt," she answered before he could ask if there was anything else. He simply smiled and led her back out to the front of the shop.
In total, her purchases cost her almost all of the money she had saved up since getting her job at the bookshop. But it was a negligible price to pay for saving Deirdre's soul.
"Wait," Marcel called as she made to leave the shop, her heavy bag tucked under her arm. He disappeared into the back room once more, and returned moments later with a very old book. "It's not for sale," he said, holding it close to his chest. "But you oughtta have it. Might come in 'andy." She took the book in one hand and read the dusty cover. Anton La Vey's Daemonology.
"I don't think-" she began.
"Trust me," he said, and this time, she thought she could even detect some worry in his eyes - maybe even fear. "Take it. Please."
She looked at him quizzically, but held the book close to her. "Thank you," she said, and quickly made her way out of the store, a little perturbed by the way he had been looking at her.
Marcel watched her go with much curiosity. Would she be able to stand up against the dark force that she seemed so intent on confronting? Such a young, pretty thing. Scarred, to be sure, both emotionally and physically, but very beautiful nonetheless. It would be such a pity if anything were to happen to her...
Renee didn't head back to Kait's right away. She had acquired far more in the way of magickal implements than she had expected, including things of a nature that Kait was sure not to appreciate. Instead, she caught the bus back to her parents' house, and changed into some old non-witchy clothes for good measure. They were pretty ratty, but all of her nice clothes were still at Kait's house. These would do for now. Bidding a hasty goodbye to her family, she made her way back to the bus stop and headed for Kait's.
There was really nothing more than a narrow path left of the floor, a perilous passage through statues of Buddha, Ganesha, Krishna and more. Dreamcatchers hung from the ceiling alongside wooden angels. The walls were lined with books, tarot decks, incense and still more statues. Deeper shadows surrounded the counter, seeming to swallow the light emanated from the glass cabinet holding silver jewelry and pendulums of every colour. From those shadows came Marcel's voice.
"You're cookin' up trouble, sweet'eart."
Why did everybody keep saying that? "I'm putting a stop to trouble that has already been cooked up," she responded sharply.
Marcel stepped out of the shadows and smiled at her. It wasn't an unpleasant expression as such, more... unwholesome. Long black hair hung down past his shoulders, and he stroked his goatee as he studied her. His fingers were adorned with large-stoned rings, and one, like hers, with a pentagram.
Her eyes scanned the glass cabinet, searching for the first item she would need. "There," she said, pointing to a long purple stone embedded in a silver handle.
Marcel's gaze flicked down to the item, then back to Renee as he grinned at her. "Beautiful wand, that," he said, removing it and placing it before her. She held her hand over it for a moment, feeling its power. Yes. That was the one.
"Can I 'elp you with anything else?"
"Yes," Renee nodded, turning away from him to pluck a box of Frankensense incense from the display. She placed it next to the wand, then moved over to the bookshelves. Many of the books were ones she already knew of. They were all far too light for what she had in mind.
"I need something on exorcism," she said, turning back to Marcel.
His eyes flashed, and his expression shifted, seeming to indicate a new interest in the girl. He simply stared at her for a moment, studying her. It made Renee feel a little uncomfortable, but she weathered the feeling, not wanting him to see her as weak.
"Follow me," he said after a few moments. He pulled back the heavy black curtain that hung behind the counter, and she followed him into an area that she had been only vaguely aware existed.
Renee had always assumed that this was a storage area, but it was so much more than that. It was a whole different world from the relatively fluffy-bunny sort of magick shop in the front. It was almost like a dark, alternate version of the same store. There were the statues again, but this time they were fierce and terrifying visions of Shiva, Kali, Sebekh... even demons. The shelves were filled with leather-bound tomes of dark magick, and works by authors considered by many to be more than a little bit dodgy.
"Exorcism," Marcel murmured to himself as he ran his fingers along the spines of the books. The one he pulled down looked relatively new. "Konstantinos," he said, handing it to her. "Makes dark magick very accessible to someone like you."
She gave him a questioning look, but he just grinned. "You don't 'ave the chops to do this the white witches way, little girl," he said. "You're gonna need this."
He stepped over to a dark corner filled with terrifying implements, axes, swords, chains. He returned to her with a stone dagger in his hands. "This'll kill any spirit dead. Really dead," he added meaningfully.
Renee took the dagger gingerly. It was lighter than it looked, but emanated a heavy, dark power that seemed to pull on her very soul.
"Brilliant, innit?" Marcel grinned. "Should stand you in good stead. Anything else you need?"
She nodded to the shelf behind him. "I want those," she said, indicating two flat silver pentagram disks.
Marcel looked impressed. "You do know what you're doin'," he said, handing her the two pentagrams. She was beginning to get quite weighed down.
"Holy water and blessed salt," she answered before he could ask if there was anything else. He simply smiled and led her back out to the front of the shop.
In total, her purchases cost her almost all of the money she had saved up since getting her job at the bookshop. But it was a negligible price to pay for saving Deirdre's soul.
"Wait," Marcel called as she made to leave the shop, her heavy bag tucked under her arm. He disappeared into the back room once more, and returned moments later with a very old book. "It's not for sale," he said, holding it close to his chest. "But you oughtta have it. Might come in 'andy." She took the book in one hand and read the dusty cover. Anton La Vey's Daemonology.
"I don't think-" she began.
"Trust me," he said, and this time, she thought she could even detect some worry in his eyes - maybe even fear. "Take it. Please."
She looked at him quizzically, but held the book close to her. "Thank you," she said, and quickly made her way out of the store, a little perturbed by the way he had been looking at her.
Marcel watched her go with much curiosity. Would she be able to stand up against the dark force that she seemed so intent on confronting? Such a young, pretty thing. Scarred, to be sure, both emotionally and physically, but very beautiful nonetheless. It would be such a pity if anything were to happen to her...
Renee didn't head back to Kait's right away. She had acquired far more in the way of magickal implements than she had expected, including things of a nature that Kait was sure not to appreciate. Instead, she caught the bus back to her parents' house, and changed into some old non-witchy clothes for good measure. They were pretty ratty, but all of her nice clothes were still at Kait's house. These would do for now. Bidding a hasty goodbye to her family, she made her way back to the bus stop and headed for Kait's.