Wolves in sheeps clothing

[EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE]

"Mummy.... Mummy.. Mum Mum Mummy Mummmmmmmmmmm mummy mum mum mum mum mum mum mum... mummy"

It was the bored child's personal anthem ringing loudly again threw the store again..Emery normally had the patience of a saint and could handle just about any annoyance that her daughter flung in her direction.. Sadly because Mrs. Havoc's youngest child had not learned to call her Emery she had been reduced to a being called what the child was comfortable with.  Yes.. now Emery was now mother number two... Lovely a insolent little pest had been forced to attend work with Emery today. Which meant the patience level was circling the drain. to the point that another Mum would likely see the rambunctious hexed with a sleeping curse and placed in the closet.

Mummmmmmy watch dis look I made a pretty picture..

Well that got Emery's attention as she knew Rose had a craft corner full of colorful paints, and quick dry paper but they were upstairs. Well she had hoped they were upstairs but the moment she turned around to see that Rose had not only fashioned a poncho out of the disposable bags used to send customers merchandiser home with, but that wasn't what first caught her eye.. Nooo it was the fact that Rose and plastic poncho were coated with various colors of shimmering paint.

"MERLIN WHAT DID YOU DO? Oh MY GOD GIRL WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOO?

What the hell is wrong with children today? I didn't do any of this nonsense when I was a tot.. I colored only on paper not on walls the toilet or windows or the fireplace or OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is that Walburga Blacks Wedding dress petty coat... PLEASE tell me that isn't Walburga's petty coat.. HUNNY Mummy needs you to lie to her.. Tell mummy you didn't paint a picture of Oh My god.. WHAT IS That? Emery looked horrified as the four year old girl smoothed out the folds of white to show her art work at the best vantage, and caught the shape of a male figure and obvious male figure.. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PAINT ROSE? and Emery followed the pointed finger of the little girl to the corner of the store room where sitting on a small child's stepping stool sat Mrs. Havoc's recently acquired statue of the Egyptian God of Fertility Min who was standing in all his glory obviously the subject of her child's most recent artwork.

Do you like it mummy twoooooo.. We can hang it up in above the couch.. This image of course pulled from Emery a stunned chuckle as she stared disbelievingly at the petty coat that presented a rather obscene crude drawing made with the most splendid paint colors imaginable .. "Darling do mummy a favor go upstairs and bring me down some parchment and a quill so I can write Mrs. Havoc a letter asking if she would be so kind as to let house keeping crew keep you company, while I figure what to do with this."

Hearing the bell chime that signaled a customer she watched her daughter disgruntle over the reaction she had received over her handy work, stomping her way up the stairs to their private loft. Still ashen faced she emerged from the crimson curtains that separated the stock room from the rest of the shop. Emery's gray eyes flickered to the man who had just entered the shop..

"Might I help you with something Sir?"

tagged: the bard

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So many months wasted,

Too many dead ends.

Too many rumors,

So many dead, would-be friends. 

That was what his search had brought him.  'They could have just let me go on my way... They should have... Too late now.  And to think that I was going to try *not* killing anyone for a while!  How the fallen cannot cease the life they lead, save naught the life they dream...' Jorus was done with all of these failed attempts.  He understood that what he sought was only hinted at even existing, but he could feel it within him... his holy grail was out there... somewhere.  Today would probably be just another dead end.  

Jorus entered the store, one of the last on his list.  He surveyed the establishment, taking note of the nigh-tangible darkness that made his hands tingle in excitement.  He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breathe, calming his mind and clearing his thoughts as he exhaled.  

'Could it be?' he pondered to himself as he turned his head, eyes finally resting on the girl who had appeared from out behind a curtain.  'I hope so... she's a pretty one.  I'd hate to see one like her fall by my hand.'

He continued to breathe deeply, as the store's inherent nature was pleasing to his senses.  "Indeed you may, miss..." Jorus paused, his dark eyes darting about the girl's face.  "How might I have the pleasure of addressing the fair one before me, keeper of hair as gold?"


EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE

[EMERY BRIDGETTE HORNVALE]

She watched him with mild curiosity having seen him around the Knockturn a few times in passing, but never in the establishment she worked in.. It was with a shrewd manner she took in the characteristics of his face, as she tried to place where she had seen him.. She figured it might have been in Burkes as he reflected the clientele that matriculated in that particular store.

Her lips twisted into a sly smile as she contemplated telling him that he might have luck asking ol' Man Burkes's a to view his private collection of Bedroom toys.. But there was a challenge in the man being there asking if they had amazing things all he need do is look around, even simply open his eyes, and gaze about, and he would see various things of wonderment each of a time in which had been long forgotten..

"The Locks belong to Emery Hornvale I'm the resident Historian while the Mr. Havoc is.. Indisposed.. And make yourself at home Sir.. Our shop is filled with times curiosities. However things beyond the silver veil in the back of the store are in the restricted section because they are either posses a bit of .. " She winced as she wanted to say unconstrained evil..

Well they those lovelies have a bit of darker temperament, and need to be handled with hands of knowledgeable lest they be harmful.. For those you need a guide and ours is not for the faint of heart.

Emery smiled darkly as her hand went for her wand not to harm him but part of her reached for it in hopes that he would take her bait and would indeed want to have a look see threw the scary part of the store, as it was her favorite part of the store.. Because what lived within was challenging to hold and to even at times comprehend or believe..

She leaned in and smiled softly.. " You look like the knowledgeable sort who fancies a challenge as well as he does mystery.. Then again you might just be here for more teeth of the victims of Moric the Strange.."