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bakerstreet2020-04-06 12:39 pm
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Entry tags:
make some new cr. push some old cr in interesting places.
LIBRARY OF SECRETS
Maybe you're in a magical library, or maybe you're in a normal one, a bookshop, who knows. The wheres and whys are up to you. The important thing is this: you pull out a book.
Every book has a secret. So does every person. Pick a book up, and you'll find a secret within, and you'll find yourself compelled to follow a path only you can see, until you find the secret's holder. What a coincidence, they're in the same library, bookshop, cafe as you. Maybe it's fate.
In the end, you're left knowing something you shouldn't, about someone you're standing face-to-face with. What do you do?
- Post your character to the meme. Include at least one secret of theirs in the toplevel. No blanks!
- Respond in kind to those who tag you, and work out the embarrassment, anger, freedom or even joy that comes with your secret(s) being known.
- Tag around see what unfolds!
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[He is far too serious about those two words. And ignoring the eyeroll.]
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[He then flips his companion the V and looks far too pleased with himself when the big witch in charge comes at him.] I'll pay, luv, I'll pay.
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He reaches onto the shelf where he had retrieved the previous book and pulls out a near identical volume. It means he misses that lovely wanker sign, and buys himself enough dignity to not shoot back the offer of reimbursement with with your bank account?
When he does look back, it's with no more annoyance than before. That much is practiced though.]
I assure you, I can cover the loss and provide an adequate explanation for the damage. I'd thank you not to ruin my second attempt to get a guest register though, sir.
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That evoked Aaetpio, you knob. It wouldn't work unless the book was touching something unholy.
[Far from being accusatory or angry, John smugly lights a cigarette.]
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[Alucard licks his fingers, then reaches over to pinch the end of the cigarette.]
Are you really fool enough to be lighting a combustible object in an antiquarian book fair? Rude is already established.
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[(Why is he so bloody tall?)]
The spell. I could give a wank what the book evoked. And you'll give me advice when I bloody ask for it.
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Fortunately for you, I have zero interest in whatever your expertise is and I'd much rather be free of...[Alucard pauses so he can at least flick the damn cigarette in John's general direction. It lands rather sportingly on John's shoulder, which is what he'll call a victory.]
Whatever you wish to label this interaction. I've met plenty of worse non-human things with a better attitude.
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[Eh.]
[He shrugs.] You're the one dancing about with magic books, mate. Don't seem very clever to me. Your life, though, whatever the Hell that is.
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[Alucard starts to actually walk to the witch who's in charge of this particular stall, hoping that this might be the end.
Probably not.]
And again: you lit a cigarette in a book fair. That is the precise and exact opposite of clever.
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[But he then turns his attention to actually making his purchase. Apologizing for the destruction and insisting on repaying rather than letting that rude man do the same, and honestly it's less about the money and more about building trust. The whole thing is five minutes of polite conversation, and he walks away with the purchase wrapped in brown paper with protective spells on the other side.]