Aug. 20, 2012 at 5:03am with 6 notes
From Dustfrompawntoqueenmatters-from-ashesgemini-dragontrxsxrmsangrybrucieSaer writes things
From Dust, Part 5

Nothing smelled right. That was the first thing John noticed as he casually strolled into the bustling streets of mid-day Boston, immediately surrounded by people in conversation who probably wouldn’t notice him any better had he still been in wolf form. Carriages going by were a bit startled, but the fact that there was an automobile made most people ignore their fear entirely. Looking around the small area he was in, he tried to trace the only scent he knew he could recognize: Andy. Cocking his head towards a small shop, he grinned a bit & opened the door to a place he shouldn’t have been surprised by: A tailor’s.

Most shops meet you with a polite greeting, but most shops probably aren’t secretly owned by sorceresses. The vague rumble of sound that came from the hulking man behind the counter was both unexpected, & entirely not human. John couldn’t help but get closer, looking into it’s eyes… “A golem? Not clay though, something harder.” “Granite actually, you’ve got good eyes.” Tiffany walked out of the back of her shop in a loose fitting dress & glasses, smiling at John in a way he wasn’t used to from strangers: kindly. “So is he a bodyguard, or your aid? Or for ‘personal reasons’?” The blush flashed across Tiffany’s face as he laughed, surprised by the innocence from someone in a relationship with a person like Andy. As she regained her composure John pulled a few leather pouches out of his duster pockets, placing them on the counter in front of Tiffany: Two filled with .38 rounds, some in silver & the rest plain shot, the third bag filled with silver pieces. “I need you to melt down some of this silver to make more .38 rounds, & to treat these bullets with white ash, holy water… & if you know anything that’ll drop a demon, throw it on there just in case.” Tiffany gestured to the golem, taking the ingredients & trudging into the back of the shop as she & John walked out onto the streets.

After a bit of a nice walk involving stopping into a shop where he picked up some quality tobacco & a flask full of cream soda, Tiffany knocked on the door of a quaint house in the middle of the city. The door opened as hands in black & gold robes quickly darted out, pulling the two inside. “I’m glad you’re here but this is terrible timing! To do this quickly: Tiff, this is for you.” Amy turned & tossed a small pink vial towards Tiffany as John noted the strong scent of rose petals “Is that… a love potion?” As the blush again spreading across Tiffany’s face answered the question, Amy pulled John over to a large bureau, grabbing a map along with a pendant before shoving him towards a table with a saucer of water. “Sit, I’ll show you where your bounty is.” Unrolling the map with one hand, Amy began scrying as she grabbed a quill & marked down three points. “Your hidden woman is in that triangle. Don’t ask how I know, I’m a particularly good finder. Now shoo, take Tiff with you, I must be getting ready to teach!” Tiffany was still a bit flushed as the two walked back towards the tailor’s. “Did… did Amy say my target was a woman?” Tiffany had enough time to nod before the voice barked down the alley “Well, never thought I’d see an old man like you again! At least not alive.”

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