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 Toque de Magia
Abraham Duval
 Posted: Jul 7 2018, 05:17 PM
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Gypsy King


Mirroring Indra, Abraham’s angelic senses come into play as he steps inside the magic shop. He immediately derives the number of people inside, although Abe is denied the magnetic pull the shaman feels for her kin. For now, Tariq and Malie’s gypsy nature remains a secret.

(It’s busy…) Abraham notes, allowing his eyes to bob over the crowd for only a moment. From behind, one man looks vaguely familiar – but being on the other side of the world, Abe dismisses the feeling almost immediately. They’ve got pressing matters to attend to, and Abraham follows Indra into the narrow aisle.

The sight of the occult goods brings Abe’s own store to the front of his mind. He can’t help but wonder how they’re getting on without him. No doubt Aurora is supporting his mother, but he hopes to get back sooner rather than later.

“Oh yeah? That’s a good sign.” Abe whispers in return. He runs a hand along the shelf in an attempt to trigger a premonition.

*DING*

Abraham’s senses ring out in unison with the store bell. There’s someone new entering, and Abe tosses a look behind him. Devina stands strongly, passing an analytical eye over the crowd. She focuses in on him. And Abe knows what this means.

“Devina?” Abraham ushers the guardian closer. The stacks should offer them some semblance of privacy. “This is my friend Indra.”
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Indra Churchill
 Posted: Jul 10 2018, 07:40 PM
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cat got your tongue?


    Indra doesn't waste much breath on speaking here in the shop. With so many people idling about it's best to assume anything she says can be overheard, and she'd hate to tip off any friends of the woman they're looking for. Instead, she does as Abraham has asked of her, trying to find something familiar from her vision to pass along to him.

    Her eyes scan the shelves of the aisle they're currently standing in. It all reminds her, too, of the gypsy's own family enterprise. She's so caught up in her own thoughts that she hardly recognizes that the shop doorbell as rung; the place seems popular, so it's not out of the ordinary that another body has entered. She recognizes a brand of jarred deadly nightshade berries and ponders if a stun potion would be useful for going up against Brianna's murderer. Maybe not, since Abraham is with her. What all, exactly, can the son of a whitelighter and a gypsy matriarch even do?

    Her thoughts get interrupted, however, when she hears Abe's voice in her ear. She turns around to see him ushering a brown-skinned woman over to where they are and correctly presumes that this must be the other person he's agreed to help even as he stands smack-dab in the middle of his own odyssey.

    Indra offers a tight-lipped, no-teeth smile upon her introduction. She wants to be friendly, however she has not agreed to help banish ghouls. Her responsibility is to Abraham and Brianna, and that is the agenda she will push. After the two have exchanged their formalities, the shaman injects herself back into the exchange. With a gentle hand placement on Abraham's shoulder, Indra speaks to him a low voice, "In my vision, you were standing right there when you sentenced Brianna's murderer." She subtly points to a location near the head of the store, close to the check-out station and the other congregation of store-goers. "That's the best I have, though. It's the only familiar thing about any of this." If Abe can't see a vision tied to her this way, they might need to pursue other avenues.
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Matt Johnson
 Posted: Yesterday at 11:15 pm
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Dreamer


His brother's hand drops heavily on his shoulder and distracts him from paying close attention to the several new patrons in the occult shop. Still, a buzz of familiarity manifests within him. It's ignored when Max asks about the old remedy taught to them by their father. Matt shakes his head softly. However, he remains quiet to give Max the opportunity to finish his thought, but… he doesn't.

(What's with him?)

Matt grows confused when his brother pulls his hand away from him. Something, quite noticeably, shifts in the other man. Max almost immediately becomes more reserved. Matt tries to deduce the cause behind the change in mood, but their kinship has diminished so much he can't get an immediate read on the other shaman. This leaves room for mundane assumption.

(Maybe it's too hard for him to talk about dad. He did just find out about him yesterday.)

Before he can let his brother know it's alright if he doesn't want to talk about their father, the conversation shifts back to their missing whitelighter. Matt exhales a defeated breath. He should have known, even with their recent reunion, Max is not going to let him back in so easily.

"Have you checked in with your spirit guide?"

"My spirit guide? No, not for a few months…"

Matt doesn't admit his powers have been a bit wonky lately. Emotional instability and all that jazz. He can barely dream walk anymore. It's mostly only subconsciously when he has troubled dreams.

"What about yours?"

Suddenly, Matt can't ignore it anymore. That familiar sensation he only feels when another shaman is in the room. He turns and instantly looks towards Indra. An awareness washes over him in that moment. If he can sense her, she can sense him too.

(Wait a minute…)

Another unpredicted moment occurs when Matt realizes the man the shaman woman is with. It's the gypsy leader from Istanbul. Perplexed, his mouth falls agape and he whispers:

"Abraham?"

Matt animatedly turns to look back at his brother. "I know that guy, but the girl," he nods his head in Indra's direction. "Did you notice her?"

A silence falls between the two men as Matt ponders something he's overlooked since reuniting with Max. The question slips pass his lips without any true rumination. "And you never told me how you blocked me from sensing you. How long are you going to keep that magic running?"
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