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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 18, 2014 23:21:50 GMT -5
Spirito could totally get away with this. She was a master of getting away with things that she shouldn't, after all. Like that time she was able to convince a guard that no, she did /not/ start that fire, while holding the charcoal used to make the glyph. But, then again, the owner of this book shop probably knew what he was dealing with. And he probably wasn't running on approximately two hours of sleep.
But... she could still get away with this, right? Pegasi couldn't hear magickal voices, right? They couldn't heed the call of artifacts drenched in Void magick, right? Right? Maybe she should just turn around and pretend the thought never crossed her mind. Maybe if she just... left. Burned the books. Called it a day.
Her stomach rumbled, and she was reminded why she was doing what she was doing. She needed money. And food. She had pretty much run out of her rations completely, and she had recently sold her last enchanted artifact that wasn't malicious. Which left curses and hexes and demons.
"Oh my...." Spirit mumbled to herself, as she stepped in the doorway. There were books... Everywhere. And Spirit liked books. No! No distractions. Make this a quick and easy operation. In and out! Do /not/ pass by the fiction section. Do not pick up that book. Do not start reading about the adventures of Sir Reptitious as he infiltrated a thieves guild.
...Shit.
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 19, 2014 1:48:23 GMT -5
Fancy had been cleaning up the shelves and books. One advantage to being a pegasus? Your wings made excellent dusters and clearing the dust off the wings was as easy as flapping. No muss, no fuss. Fancy did this every other day, a general clean up. Every month, if it isn't too bad before then, Fancy came over on the days the place was closed and cleaned the store top to bottom. He ran a very comfy and presentable store. He worked hard to keep it that way so that more ponies would look in and want to check out the books he had to sell.
Books, glorious books! He had always wanted to surround himself in them. No matter the genre nor subject, Fancy found reading books to be quite enjoyable. It went hand in hand with his talent for making stories. That is why he opened the store. His friendly attitude and willingness to interact with customers as he could helped with word spreading. Ina short year, he received enough business to expand his store and his supply. Now he had the biggest bookstore in town. He was quite proud of himself.
The bell rang as Spirit entered and Fancy stopped, shaking his wings free of the dust from the autobiography section. It seemed like he had a customer. He looked around and found Spirit reading a book happily. He smiled and approached her. "Hello miss, my name is Fancy Flights. Can I help you?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 19, 2014 3:15:10 GMT -5
More often than not, Spirit got strange looks for holding things with her hooves. Books, plates, masks, all of them! Mostly because unicorns were supposed to just... Levitate things around. But also partly because with some of her more strange items, she carried them looming like she had run a marathon through a bramble patch, all scuffed, cut, and bruised.
Spirit didn't mind having to use her hooves, though. Years of practice with runes made then rather deft and quick when it came to most things. Except, apparently, for catching things. When Fancy approached her and spoke, she practically tossed the book in the air, fumbled while tying to grip it again, and ended up closing it, and letting it hit the floor with a thunderous *CRACK*
Yeah. That could have gone better. Quickly bending down, she collected it and placed it back on the shelf. She stammered a few times before finally correcting her voice, " A-Actually, yes. I-I wanted to try and sell you a few books to make some coin."
Before Fancy could respond In either the positive or negative, Spirit began digging through her black satchel and pulled out a nameless book. Bound in purple and red, it help a rather large pearl in the center of the cover, held in a casing of gold. Spirit didn't open the book, and truly hoped Fancy wouldn't either. Archaic designs and sigils did not usually make a good sale.
Especially when they were used for summoning the dead and demons.
Or if the book was called 'Necronomicon.'
Don't ask how she got it. She won't tell.
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 19, 2014 4:39:05 GMT -5
Fancy's eyes opened at the sight of the strange book, taking it carefully and looking it over. "Hmm... this looks pretty old and very important. Placing a pearl... that looks very real on the cover... I couldn't buy such a book. Especially since it looks more like an artifact than a book for general selling." Such a book could be sold to private collectors for a lot of cash. Fancy could have bought it and then sold the book for more than he paid... but he was not one to take advantage of anyone. Fancy gave the mare a smile. "Such a book may be historically important. You could sell to a collector or a museum and get far more than I could pay for it. My mother is a professor of history at Canterlot University. I could probably ask her about the book, she could appraise it, and then you can get the right money for such a lovely book." Fancy frowned as he looked the book over. "I swear though, I have a feeling I've heard of something that looked like this. What is inside?" Fancy set the book down, planning to open it and look inside.
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 19, 2014 14:35:59 GMT -5
Think fast! You could weasel your way out of this still! It would just take a few well placed words, a couple of proper gestured, and all that fun stuff. Things that Spirit, under the right circumstances could possibly pull off. She just rally hoped these were the right circumstances.
She gently placed her hoof on the cover and smiled sweetly, hoping to draw Fancy's gaze, "Well, I don't really have the time or funds to go to Canterlot. I'm in rather drastic need of bits at the moment, after all. How's about I sell it to you at a discounted price, and you could get it appraises next time you're visiting your mother?"
Assuming that he went through with it, she knew that she would just e prolonging the inevitable. And she couldn't just hop the town after selling this to him. Maybe this was a mistake....
Of course it was a mistake! You're not even supposed to touch the Necronomicon, let alone try and sell it!
So... Why was she still going through with this? Why did her lips keep moving? "I mean, of course, feel free to decline my offer. I will just be in my merry way if so."
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 19, 2014 18:20:33 GMT -5
It had seemed that this mare was in a bit of a pickle. It was not easy living in the city without money. She looked like she needed a break. Fancy could give it to her. He had been thinking of hiring someone to help with the store. It would make things so much easier for him. Plus he could use someone to watch the store so he could take a break at times. "While I couldn't even imagine taking your book for less than what it is worth... maybe there is another way I can help you? You see, I'm the only one here to sell books, clean, etc. I had been thinking of getting somepony to help with the work. If you are willing to work, I could hire you. All that I ask is you do your best and be friendly with the customers. Do you think that is a good idea?" Fancy smiled to Spirit, offering his hand to her. He wanted to help so he wanted her to accept. "He looked over her and saw her injuries, prompting him to add to the deal. "And if you need a place to stay... I could offer my own home til you get back on your hooves."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 19, 2014 23:52:50 GMT -5
Spirit coughed in disbelief, her hoof leaving the book and going to her chest as a smile broke across her face. She had been trying to get a hoof in the door anywhere in town for... What felt like ages, now! And now, here it was. A stallion offering her a chance at everything. Hell, he was offering to let her she use his home! For free! Who did that?! Spirit almost felt bad that she almost damned him to a life with Demons and Undead.
Before Fancy could touch the book, though, she placed her hoof back in the cover, sliding it back towards herself and into her waiting satchel, where a few other items could be seen glimmering in the recesses, "I would love to work for you, Mr. Flights," she teen claimed, the grin never leaving her face, "I don't know about staying with you, though. I'd hate to be too much of a burden on you. I mean, offering me this job already made my year! I couldn't possibly impose any more!"
Oh, and she had other cursed items that were, under no circumstances, to be touched. Except by Spirit. But, she was kinda stupid.
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 20, 2014 16:27:00 GMT -5
Fancy waved his hoof at mention of imposing. "Oh I don't mind at all. As long as you let me put a portion of your salary toward bills, that should be fair enough. I can't just stand by when somepony needs help and I can help them. So don't you worry about a thing! All you have to do is promise to work hard and you'll be welcome for as long as you need to stay. I insist it." Fancy was serious. Perhaps it was his naive nature but he was willing to help a poor stranger get back on their feet for just about nothing in return. Honestly, he just saw it as the right thing to do. After all, he had enough room in his home for one more pony so it wasn't like he couldn't accommodate the mare. "So, do we have a deal Spirit?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 20, 2014 20:25:39 GMT -5
Bad things followed Spirit like the horribly cliched moth to a flame. But, that was such an overused simile that Spirit felt she needed to change it. So, bad things followed Spirit like flies to piles of dung. Err.... that wasn't much better. Maybe she should just stop thinking for a while. That was a good idea, wasn't it?
"Why, yes, Mr. Flights," she claimed, smiling and placing a rather dusty hoof out towards him, "I believe we do. I just hope you know exactly who you're inviting into your home, though."
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 21, 2014 10:15:07 GMT -5
Fancy smiled and took her hoof,, shaking it firmly. "I do. I'm letting in somepony who needs a break and I intend to help you. Now, I close up in about an hour. Once I do that, we can head to my home. I'll even fix you up something to eat and rest. You look like you have been through the ringer." Fancy chuckled a bit and took a look of deep thought. "And... I think tomorrow would be a good time to get started on having you work here. I'll show you what the store's layout is, how we treat customers, and other basic stuff. Til then, you can just relax here and wait til the store closes."
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 21, 2014 13:08:55 GMT -5
"I.... I...." She stuttered, trying to make full sense of what had transpired. And thus, her mind and body went onto autopilot. "Thank you so much!"'she nearly cried out as she lunged forward, wrapping her hooves around the Pegasus in a hug. Something she would next to never do if she was actually in control. Hopefully, Fancy wouldn't read too far into it.
She pulled away rather quickly, flustered at her own impulsiveness. And suddenly, the floor or walls were really interesting. In fact, anywhere that wasn't her host's eyes was very interesting. When she next spoke, her voice was considerably less emotional, as if she had put in a mask of apathy, "I would love to stick around for a while, sir, but if I actually am to be staying with you, I have to collect a Few other items from my other.... Residence."
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Post by Fancy Flights on Sept 21, 2014 22:38:11 GMT -5
Fancy didn't read anything but thanks into the hug. This stallion was really the thickest when it came to these sorts of things. That was what happened when you spent your days with a nose buried in books without any dating while going through school. He was a clueless pony when it came to mares and this was no exception. So he simply was surprised, chuckling at her excited burst.
At the mention of needing to get a few things, Fancy nodded. "Okay, I will be waiting for you here at the store so we can go home together. Then perhaps you'd like a warm bath? You look pretty exhausted to be honest. Have you be without a home for long Spirit?"
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Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 22, 2014 3:03:20 GMT -5
"A few years," she replied, stepping outside into the rather crisp dusk air, "Before all this, I was an Adventurer. I'd go out if my way to find incredibly dangerous places to get rather useless artifacts to sell for a living," the Witch explained, shrugging as if it was the most normal profession in the world.
She shook her head, smiling, "I'll have to tell you a few stories, sometime! But, until then, I'll see you soon!" She claimed, her hooves suddenly thundering through town, taking her towards the woods, her cloak billowing out behind her. What a freak.
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