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Emmett Atchison
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Mon Feb 12, 2018 12:04 am

Magnolia’s words were a jumble in Emmett’s head by the time he walked back to his place, a small flat on the second floor of his parlour across from the Cheyenne General Store. Magnolia had helped get a little closer to finding out what happened to his powers, but he wasn’t able to bring them back, which was a pity. The idea that he was cursed made his blood run cold, but it was one of the theories in play.

Turning the parlour's “Open” sign to “Closed,” Emmett made his way upstairs, barely aware of one foot walking in front of the other. He was too enmeshed in his own head, trying to figure it all out. If he were cursed, that would mean there was someone to invoke the curse, a being out there who wished him ill. Another witch? A spirit? Maybe it was Callahan, giving him one last cosmic middle finger until he buggered off to whatever extraplanar realm he came from.

It wasn’t long before Emmett was sprawled on the floor of his own den, surrounded by spell books, and swigging whiskey from the bottle until the words blurred on the page. He tried in vain to call the IDPD, but the operator accidentally patched him through to a company that manufactured barbed wire for longhorn cattle farms. When he tried calling again, the line was dead.

This was the bad luck that Magnolia had spoken about, all part of the curse. He could feel it in his bones. He was so very fucked.
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Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:18 pm

The world had changed, which was probably the most exciting thing about being beckoned across the veil again. He had been able to watch it, the shifting nature of the mortal realm and their advancements, but had very little interaction with it. For a while, Finn was sure that witch that had banished him made it impossible for him to cross back into the mortal realm. All doors he tried to open had remained locked and shut which was more frustrating than he ever imagined.

But there he had been: a young witch to be presumed, opening a door so unwittingly for the fae and inviting him back through the veil. Finn had smiled so kindly when he stepped through, the giant black crow on the windowsill grinning. He had been so excited to be back into the world that he couldn’t help but to thank the witch with a gift.

His first day back had been uneventful. Finn had to readjust in his newer skin. Bones had to be cracked into place, joints loosened. Certain witches had to be observed he quickly found out. He knew the gift he had given Emmett had been too big, noticed too soon. But what could Finn say? He was a giver. Surely the man would understand that.

When the door to the shop had been opened, a black feline with fur that danced like smoke slipped inside quickly, quietly, hoping not to be seen. Emmett seemed none the wiser as he made his way upstairs and Finn waited as long as the inpatient fae could wait before he began to explore the parlor he had just invited himself into. There were so many signs to turn around and knick knacks to look at and touch. This may-be-witch turned out to be quite the interesting one from the quick lookys Finn had garnered. The dark haired fae smiled so wide as he grabbed something random off a shelf and started his ascent up the stairs that he watched the other disappear up not too long before.

“Hey!” he bellowed ahead of himself as he turned to object around in his hands. “What does this do?”
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Wed Feb 14, 2018 1:44 am

The more Emmett read, the more theories he got about who was behind his curse. The front runner was the idea that a rival medium stole his powers in order to steal away his customers. It was the only motive that made even the slightest of sense. The other theory involved leprechauns. He was in the middle of reading a passage about the Far daring, small otherworldly pranksters with red coats and rat tails, when a voice rang out from the stairs. Emmett’s face shot up from the page, his heart beating wildly. Who the fuck was that?

Dropping the tome, Emmett struggled to his feet, bringing with him the whiskey bottle, in case he needed to break it over someone’s head. When he got to the landing, he saw the voice’s owner, and he definitely wasn’t a leprechaun. The stranger was a tall, handsome man with shaggy brown hair and too-intelligent eyes, holding one of his crystal balls. He must have been a customer, but Emmett hadn’t heard the downstairs doorbell jingle. Brows knitted together in confusion, the witch came down the stairs and made a slightly drunken grab for the crystal ball.

“It’s not a toy. How did you get in here? Didn't you see the 'closed' sign?”
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Wed Feb 14, 2018 4:16 am

Ah, there he was. The handsome, young summoner that had so graciously opened the door for Finn. Finn smiled widely and happily up at him despite the less than enthusiastic greeting he received.

"I guess I didn't see the sign," Finn played along to the story Emmett set up for him. As he said it, though, he shifted in his stance to throw a glance over his shoulder back down towards the parlor and the door from which Emmett assumed he came. His hand moved with him, thus the crystal ball he gripped moved just enough for Emmett to graze the thing and knock it out of Finn's hand. The ball clattered loudly to the steps below them and begun it's descent back down the stairs in some rebellious and noisy protest to the matters at hand.

Finn's gaze dropped to it immediately and he watched it thump down each step until it hit the last and then rolled away.

"Oops," was all he had to say about the matter.
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Sat Feb 17, 2018 6:43 pm

What was this guy so goddamned happy about, smiling like he’d just won a million bucks? There was something very odd about his sudden appearance in the parlor, but Emmett couldn’t put his finger on what it was. With his mouth opened in an outraged “o” shape, he watched in horror as the crystal ball made its graceless descent down the stairs, hitting the bottom floor of the parlor with a clunk.

Shaking his head, Emmett rubbed his hand over his face, halfway out of frustration, halfway in a lame attempt to sober himself up. If it were anyone else, he would have thrown the stranger out on his ass for trespassing, but the man was good-looking, and Emmett was very, very lonely. It was hard to stay pissed at a face like that.

“Fine. What do you need? A palm reading?”

Palm reading was the easiest way to make a fast buck, and Emmett didn’t even need his powers for that.
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Sun Feb 18, 2018 12:11 am

Oh, this wasn't good. Emmett was even cuter when he was frustrated. Finn's desire to hang around was growing even more than his curiosity at this point. He couldn't take his eyes off of Emmett now, that little grin still plastered to his too amused face, the tip of his tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. "Sure," he accepted the offer that wasn't entirely an offer, and then pointed down the stairs. "But I also want to know what that thing did." Did because he assumed it was broken now after it's majestic fall.

There was just so much in the shop he was curious about. It was too obvious that Finn was willing to eat away as much time as Emmett would give him, and he'd do it any way he could. "You have a neat, little place here. Don't think I've been to one of these shops."

Finn had seen his fair share of interesting shit. A few of the items Emmett had in the parlor down stairs he had seen in one house or another. Always belonged to witches. None of them willing to explain how they worked or what they did. A few items, though, Finn was all too familiar with.
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Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:53 pm

Emmett was transfixed by the man’s magnetic gaze for a moment. Why was he staring at him that way? Did he fancy Emmett? It seemed that way, but that also might have been wishful thinking. Emmett had been wrong about these types of things before, and sometimes when you were wrong about these types of things, you got bloodied and bruised for it. So he'd learned to be careful. His gaze flashed down to the surprisingly hardy crystal ball lying at the bottom of the stairs, then back up to the stranger.

“It’s a crystal ball. For scrying. I use it to predict the future.”

Used to, anyway

Finn’s cheerfulness couldn’t have been more at odds with Emmett’s mood. Did he not see that the medium was drunk and sullen and still a bit pissed about his crystal ball? Still, he didn’t mind the compliment on his parlor. It even drew a wan smile from the medium.

“Thanks, I put a lot of hard work into this place.” Emmett clapped his hands together and headed down the stairs, veering off into the backroom. It held a table with a fancy red tablecloth, chairs, and bookshelves holding books and sundry magical items, some of them floating in formaldehyde jars. Hopefully his handsome customer wouldn’t feel the sudden urge to play with anything down here.

“Please sit,"
Emmett instructed. "If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need a few details about you. Your name and where you’re from to start."
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Sun Feb 18, 2018 3:53 pm

So Emmett could see into the future. Finn wondered absently, as he stepped to the side so the maybe witch could brush by in his descent down the stairs, if he had ever predicted this sort of event in his life transpiring. Surely he had to; he was the one that had opened the door after all. Most didn't do it unwittingly, but... There was a first for everything, Finn supposed, and unwittingly or not, he was here. He was breathing. He was walking among humans and following Emmett down the stairs, into the back room he had yet to even notice.

His attention was immediately drawn to the shelves filled with more knick knacks and jars harboring who knows whats. He had been on his way to examine them when he was told to sit. Back turned towards Emmett, a roll of his eyes at his ruined fun, he did as he was told and slipped into the chair that had been closest to him. He rubbed his hands together because that seemed like a useful thing to do when his palm was about to be read. Finn examined the lines in his hand, wondered what secrets they might tell. He had never paid close enough attention to them before, or the lines of any other hand he had seen for that matter. He wondered if his differed much, if Emmett would be able to put pieces together, but he wasn't too worried. The other would find out about him one way or another.

His gaze raised to meet the other's now. "Well," Finn breathed, "my name is Finn and I'm from around."

There. That would suffice him, surely.
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Sun Feb 18, 2018 11:23 pm

Emmett saw the way that his customer’s gaze devoured the items on his shelves. It was something beyond the usual curiosity of his everyday customers, and it probably should have alarmed him. However, Emmett was still preoccupied with his missing powers, and getting through this reading so that he could go back to obsessing about his predicament. Sitting opposite Finn, he reached out, taking his hands in his. Emmett didn’t want to think about how warm and inviting they felt, especially when he stared into the man's honey-brown eyes.

“Ok, Finn from around.” The medium rolled his eyes. Cryptic, wasn’t he? That was the kind of thing that people in trouble with the law said. He turned his attention to Finn’s palms, studying the major lines for heart, head, and life. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the creases.

“What would you like to know about your future, Finn? Any particular problem you’re trying to solve?”
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Sun Feb 18, 2018 11:48 pm

Finn scooted so he sat on the edge of his seat. He leaned forward just enough so he could keep his gaze focused on the creases in the palms of his hands, so he could pay attention to how the reader held them. The other's hands were cool to Finn's touch. Finn could feel the built up aether there, bound just beneath the skin. Blind to anyone who wasn't familiar with the magic used to block it it out, to mute it from existence. The other might as well be without it.

"No problems," he answered easily enough. Finn tilted his head just so as he tried to ponder a good question to ask. What did he want to know? There wasn't too much information he sought out. He knew answers had a way of finding him eventually. "Can you see if there's anything exciting in store for me?" he asked, peering at his palms as if he could discern any answer himself. All he saw were lines, some broken, all criss-crossing another.
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