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[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

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[spellbent]

[ Along some dark alley, the fabric of reality splits itself open, and out of the tear steps a figure in black, gun held at the ready at his side.

Once he enters the alley, the portal closes behind him as if it were never there. HE frowns. There's something familiar about this place ]

[recluserose]

[A disturbance in the force?! Whatever it is, Amelia senses that SOMETHING weird has occurred in one of those dark alleys. She frowns. It's not good when she doesn't have a good idea of what she's dealing with.

She closes her eyes and envisions the green flame in her hand to glow brighter. No matter who or what it was, they would come to the Emerald Witch first. She'll decide how to deal with what's thrown at her.]

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[ The green glow does indeed catch his attention, and he creeps forward to investigate.

He finds himself staring for a very long few moments. It can't be. ]

... Amelia?

1/2

[recluserose]

[The green light has morphed into a circular and floral shape and its wielder holds it as if she was about to throw it--]

[recluserose]

... Wait a minute. Are you...?

[The light is bright enough to reveal Amelia. The familiar red hair, the green eyes, and glasses--

But she's older. Noticeably so too. Longer legs, sharper facial features that made her look more stern if it was even possible. Amelia examines Warren looking a bit disconcerted.]

... It IS you! Huh. Go figure.

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[ He notices, and quirks an eyebrow ]

It's been a while.

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[ And he does come back in a couple hours, a bag from a clothing shop clutched in one hand. Amelia's doing something in the garden, but he doesn't stop to see what she's working on. He just gives her a wave as he heads back inside to shower.

A short while later, he's showered and changed and comes outside to investigate. ]

What are you up to?

[recluserose]

[Late afternoon, at the Steinbeck house, a gathering of cats lounge about the garden and brick walls amused at the sight of the Emerald Witch dragging out rather silly looking garden gnomes- enchanted, but silly nonetheless - and placing them in strategic points around the house. She doesn't quite notice Warren returning seeing as how she's occupied with her task at hand. One gnome behind the rose bushes, another inside a bush, one up on a tree. One of the cats call out--]

Amelia dear, have things gotten so dire that you HAD to place those hideous gnomes in your garden like a regular human? You have a better aesthetic sense than THAT.

Ainsley, this actually will make me look more normal if anything to everyone else who knows me. A young female English teacher who has no idea what to do with garden accessories? Charming! Eccentric, but charming. [Places the last one near the back door leading to the kitchen. The cats seem to giggle-- well a kitty-like giggle as they see Warren exiting from the house.]

Darling, you'll drive away more than just demons with those objects. Like, THIS handsome stranger. Warren was it? Cordelia told me ALL about you. Amelia allowed you near HER and you spent the night under the same roof? Stop the presses!

That's enough 'cattiness' out of you. [She dusts off her hands and nods to Warren] Extra emergency alarms. It's experimental actually. They should only detect demons and attack them exclusively. Don't want a random passerby-- or cat -- get injured.

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[ He takes a glance around the garden, even giving the cat a nod when he's addressed. ]

I wasn't aware we were having a garden party.

[ He puts his hands in his pockets, and wanders over to the nearest garden gnome and nudges it with a foot ]

A shame we don't have a demon to test it out on.

[recluserose]

Come nighttime, we'll get to see if it works or not. And if it doesn't work, either way they'll end up dead.

[spellbent]

Should be fun.

Until then, how do you feel about a late lunch? Or perhaps an early dinner?

DERP DERP NEW THREAD

[spellbent]

[ This is the West household. A big place in an upscale neighborhood, with yards so big the nearest neighbors are practically at the end of the block. Large windows, nice wood floors, nice furniture- though everything is practical. The house itself is the only thing to indicate the sheer amount of money Warren has to burn.

It's also very quiet.

At least until a portal from another world rips open in the living room. Warren steps through with practiced ease, and turns beckoning for Amelia to follow. ]

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[Amelia follows close behind with a plain looking calico bag slung over one shoulder and an excitable black kitten on the other. The both of them look around, impressed by the larger house, the kitten even more so.]

Huh. I suddenly feel a lot smaller even though my place is theoretically just as large. But the difference is that you definitely have a more... Grandiose taste.

It's soooo big Miss Amelia! Look at all the furniture! I mean-- don't you worry Mr. West, I'm not gonna go shreddin' on any furniture! My claws stayin' right where they are cause I'm listenin' to Miss Amelia's orders!

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Not all of us can tap into hammerspace on such a large scale, you know.

[ he crosses the room to where a laptop is resting on a coffee table. He tuns it on and looks at the clock. ]

I'm off by an hour, but I managed to get us back here on the same day I left.

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[She nods]

Depending on how long my studies go, I think I'll stay for at least two or three days.

Where we goin' to stay Miss Amelia? Will I be back in time for supper?

I'm sure your mother was informed about our little visit somehow. You'll be fine, I'm taking care of you.

[spellbent]

The bedrooms are all upstairs. Let's get you settled.

TIMESKIP AGAIN

[recluserose]

[So far, Amelia Steinbeck has had a productive day. She managed to grade all of her student's essays, and spent three hours comparing spell books from her world and a book on runes from Warren's library. And then she started reading about runes and the different specializations-- you get the picture. Geeky witch activities basically.

Of course, there's only so much time she could spend inside. She wanted to see the outside and explore the town see if there's any subtle difference that made this world different from her own (and not just because of magic). It's not as if Warren made that a no-no. Besides, she wasn't going to get into any trouble, at least not intentionally. And she wasn't going to leave Dusky alone in the house with the furniture at the mercy of feline claws.

So around town the redhead witch and talking kitten went. Dusky was quiet as instructed; she whispered every now and then much to Amelia's chagrin, but otherwise, they have not met with any strange looks except for glances at Amelia's offensively bright colored hair.

She was grateful though. So far, so good, and no encounters with any weirdos.

The two are now at a nearby park, conveniently empty of most residents. Dusky has taken to walking in the soft grass, batting at some of the flowers and greenery until they reach a water fountain]

It's a nice place and all, but I was expectin' more Miss Amelia!

[Amelia's sipping a cup of hot orange blossom tea, purchased from a nearby coffee joint. She shakes her head at Dusky]

I didn't promise you an adventure Dusky.

I know, but-- Ah! I got wet again!

[The fountain water has splashed a now wet kitten. Amelia looks back and forth-- and well. This isn't a large-scale use of magic. It's very minor. She sits down on the edge of the fountain and rubs the kitten with one hand. A spark of warm magic helps dry the kitten up.

No one should be able to notice. Hopefully.]

LET'S DO THE TIMESKIP AGAIN??

[wizardcop]

[ Oh, but someone has noticed. Granted, he noticed her long before she decided to use her magic- she had that slight phosphorescent edge about her that alerted him to the presence of the supernatural. Normally he wouldn't bother- this city was crawling with the supernatural sometimes- but he's never seen her before, and after that small-scale invasion of maenads last month, he's a bit on edge.

So the tall, well-dressed man in a fedora crosses the park, hands shoved in his coat pockets. He does at least attempt to look friendly. ]

I've seen a lot of people in this park with their dogs. Cats are a bit rarer.

[ He has a slight accent- English- though it's clear he's been in the states for a while, because it's barely there. ]

IT'S JUST A JUMP TO THE LEFT

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[The kitten let's out something that's a mix of a yelp and a hiss, jumping onto Amelia's shoulder. She frowns, but she still casually takes a gulp of tea.]

You meet all sorts of people throughout your lifetime. Bringing a cat to the park is hardly anything to drop one's jaw at.

[... Okay, that sounded almost mean oops. But oh well.]

AND A STEP TO THE RIIIIIGHT

[wizardcop]

[ Jacob quirks a brow ]

No, I guess it's not. Magically drying it off after it gets wet, however, is.

PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HIPS

[recluserose]

[A full minute passes as she gazes at Jacob critically through her spectacles.

She puts on her hands on her hips and sighs]

I suppose if you noticed that, there's no use attempting to pull the wool over your eyes?

MORE SHENANIGANS

[recluserose]

[After an almost harrowing encounter with the one wizard she was told about, Amelia returns to Warren's house unscathed and wishing she took the drink offer. At least she brought along a bottle of bourbon whiskey juuuust in case. Still, she'll leave that unopened for now she has no need for getting tipsy.

There's a lot for her to think about. This Jacob Randall was a good person and here she was associating with someone who obviously... Well, NOT a good person. Probably the least eloquent way to put it. But she's not trying to get involved in anything. And she has no direct reason to dislike Warren since it frankly wasn't her business and... didn't she say she liked him? Maybe that was too soon. She sighs as she goes into her bedroom and rearranges some of her notes that she had lying around including some of the books she took out of Warren's library. Dusky is resting in the bedding provided for her looking... Under the weather. Amelia frowns as she examines the kitten.]

Dusky... Are you all right? You're usually more energetic than this. Is it the side effects of traveling...?

No... No, Miss Amelia, I'm all right. Just tired. And a little dizzy... I'm not sure why either! But I'll just sleep. When I wake up can we go walkin' around town again?

... Maybe. Get some rest.

[There's this nagging feeling in the back of her head as she talks to the kitten, but there's nothing to do for now.

She wonders if Warren's already back or if he's still out and about. He did say he would be back in a few hours and she had been outside for a while herself.]

[spellbent]

[ Warren is home, and can in fact be found in the kitchen. He's no master chef by any stretch of the imagination, but he's picked up a few tricks during is long life.

Sooner or later, delicious smells are going to be wafting their way up ]

[recluserose]

[Amelia was just passing the time reading more books until the scent of delicious food is picked up by her. She's incredulous to say the least and goes outside her bedroom to see what's up.

Huh.]

I had... no idea you knew how to cook.

[spellbent]

I'm full of surprises.