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WHO: Billy Kaplan and YOU
WHERE: De Chima, Heropa, around and about
WHEN: November!
WHAT: Open log!
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a; magic shop

[Billy has been letting the Rare Book room languish a little, but the shop is still open and while no one would say business is booming, business is certainly good. There are a group of girls in the corner looking at a display of tarot cards, and someone is just coming out of a consultation with Billy himself.

He gets to the counter.]

Can I help you?

b; Heropa

[It's not that it ever gets cold, but it's a little chillier, so Billy is actually wearing his cape. Yes. A cape. The drama is absurd but he seems totally unbothered by the fact that he has a hot dog, a cape, and his shirt and jeans on as he makes his way, methodically, through eating this hot dog.

Doctor Strange eat your heart out.

He looks up in the middle of a bite.]

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

c; wild card, or, choose your own adventure and prompt me!

[If you want a specific prompt, let me know and I'll write it!

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[ the person in question is a petite, tattooed elf in a sweater and jeans, and he looks a little startled as billy speaks up, glancing toward him with slightly hesitant interest. ]

No, I don't think so, [ he says cautiously, brows lifting. ] I suppose I was just curious about what a magic shop consists of. [ selling magic to random strangers.. he can imagine how well that would go over in parts of thedas.

he shifts, stepping closer, folding his arms lightly over the counter. ] --Are you a mage, then, or do you just study magic?

[Behind Billy is a shelf that's filled with mason jars, and in the mason jars are little glowing stars. They make a killing for weddings and bar and bat mitzvahs.

Billy himself looks vaguely un-extra-ordinary.]

Witch, is what I prefer, but yeah, that's me.

[He waves a hand.]

Owner and primary spellcaster.

[Mika stands quietly by the counter and doesn't greet him when he sees Billy. He looks terribly out of place in the little shop, but he doesn't seem like he notices.]

Do you have any books about Christian mythology?

[Billy does not seem at all phased.]

We have rare Bibles, including a copy of the Owl Husband Bible, if that's what you mean. Unless you want commentary, then we have a little of that too. And the regular King James but only one copy.

[And a pause.]

Oh, and someone gave me a Book of Mormon if you want it.

[He seems to get lost in thought as he considers the possibilities. Mika places a gloved hand on the desk. The Owl Husband bible sounds promising, but he can't help but ask:]

What in the world is a mormon?

It's a kind of Christian.

[Billy flattens his mouth just a little bit.]

Let's start with King James, I think.

Also, can I ask why you came to a magic shop for Christian books?

[He's already stepping out from behind the counter, heading into one of section of bookshelves.]

Why not?

[It's all based on the same kind of mytholoy, isn't it? He follows, although at a respectful distance.]

I need information.

Because that can pretty much be found at any bookstore.

[He thinks a moment-]

Also they think magic is evil. Well. Not all of them. But in general.

[He isn't talking to her in that instance, but she's close enough to hear, approaching with her to-go box of sushi that she carries in her left hand. With her right hand, she pulls her phone out of her back pocket, where her wooden chopsticks are also tucked in.]

Well, if you insist. [Said with a deadpan sense of humour to it. And then actually takes a picture. Yep. Hi.

She puts the phone back in her pocket and draws the chopsticks out, preparing to dig into this sushi.

She's also not wearing a cape like he is, but sorta close. Ish. With her grey skinny jeans, dark brown ankle boots, black long sleeved shirt, and a simple black fake leather jacket, is a red shawl.]

Oh!

Hey, mom.

[He says it easily, gives her a smile. It's nice to see her. He feels like he doesn't much, so this is a treat.]

Did you talk to Cap?

[She returns the smile. She'd also like to see him more - which had been part of her reasoning recently when she'd asked him to show her how to better use her newer magical abilities, not that she needed the excuse, but whatever it could still be a thing that they can do.] Briefly, yeah. It's honestly a little weirder seeing people show up who are from my corner of the multiverse than seeing those who aren't, but I'm glad he's here. [She hasn't even been here a year yet -- the better part of one, sure -- and she's already talking about how slightly weirder it is seeing people from her universe. She never would have guessed she'd say that so easily this quickly, but there you go.] I guess you talked to him too?

He is definitely - probably - not ready for this place.

[He nods.]

I mean, I'm friends with the one back...in my world, you know?

[A short laugh.] Maybe not ready. This one is pretty nice though, so I'm sure it'll be easy to strike up a friendship with him quickly. I know it might not be the same, but.. [--but friends are still good things to have, obviously. She trails off for a moment there, as she thinks about other aspects of the topic they're on.]

Speaking of differences and homes and friends and such, can I ask a question about family in your universe? [It's just that she realizes she's never heard him mention who exactly his father is, and she's curious now that they're on the topic. She also doesn't realize what a complicated question that one is -- well, how complicated most of it is, really. But he also doesn't have to answer it, obviously, if he doesn't want to. Which is also why she's giving another chance to shut down any potential questions that don't want to be answered before she asks the real question. She pops another roll of sushi into her mouth and eats that while she gives him a chance to respond.]

[He raises his eyebrows a little.]

Cap is always nice. Unless you're fighting on the wrong side of a war against him.

[But he raises his hand.]

Sure.

[Point. A very fair point. But that could also probably be said for most of their mutual friends. Sorta mutual friends? Mutual multiverse friends? However that terminology works.]

I guess mostly for starters, who your father is? I feel like I don't know as much about your life before this place as I'd like to.

[There's a pause, because oh my god this is complicated.]

Well. Technically, you, uh. Made our souls? From the magic of this one demon. But you were with the Vision at the time, so I think you crafted us to be his kids, as much as he has genes.

But really we're yours.

[That's definitely not an answer she was expecting at first. Not that the unexpectedness is a bad thing, though. But then it kinda makes sense, considering for as powerful as his magic seems, it would have had to have come from somewhere powerful, like uh someone who can just casually make souls like that. She can hardly imagine what it would be like if she had that kind of ability in her similar home universe -- for as much crap as she's gotten from ... every government, basically, at this point, for just the telepathy and telekinesis, imagining much more power sounds like A Lot. And that's a statement on herself, not the other version of her from his universe. As she is here so far, she is probably too much of a disaster to handle that much power.]

That sounds like an impressive amount of magic. [Another understatement of the year.] Vision was only created a year ago in my world. [That must seem like so recent to Billy. But she says it with a small smile.] You could say we're doing this -- [a small wave kind of gesture with her hand holding the chopsticks] -- dance of interest with each other. [That time he kept her under house arrest under Tony's direction sure made things kind of awkward though. Something to smooth out later, probably, if she ever gets sent back home or if that version of him shows up here at some point.]

Did Ultron make him?

God, Ultron. I guess he's sort of my grandfather. Or Hank Pym, which, let's be real: kinda worse.

[Billy shrugs a little. His family is strange. That also would make Victor his cousin, which, okay, that's cool.]

I don't know about impressive. It's certainly a lot. It's weird magic. We have weird magic.

[ Mark acknowledges Billy's greeting with a lift of his chin, no more. He's in full sleazy-businessman mode today - slicked-back hair, fancy suit, faint air of skeeziness - but his voice is polite enough when he responds: ]

I'd like to talk about the wards you've set. Is this the place to do it?

[Billy raises his eyebrows just a little, but finally he nods. Yeah, yeah.

He waves his hand and a blue bubble surrounds them.]

There, some privacy.

[Granted, this privacy is auditory only. Billy still has eyes on the other people in the shop.]

[ Mark blinks around them, a little startled to see - Well. The sudden burst of magic. ]

Huh. What does this do? This - [ He waves his hand to indicate the bubble. ]

It keeps people from listening but it means I can make sure they're not shoplifting.

[It's a cone of silence.]

Can you pass through it?

Yeah. Stick your hand through.

[If he does there will be a slight buzzing, but no pain.]

[ To be honest, Reggie just so happened to be staring into space a touch vacantly, too lost in some distant thought to be paying attention to whatever -- or whoever -- it was that his eyes happened to rest on. Not the best habit in general, but especially when people mistake it for staring.

Reggie blinks back to reality, a scowl already curling at the corner of his mouth even before he recognizes who's speaking; once he does, up goes one of his eyebrows, his hand moving to perch on his hip. ]

Right -- except what would I want with a picture of you?

[He stares at Reggie.]

Then keep your eyes to yourself?

[You know? Stop looking? But lord, he rolls his eyes because Reggie.]

Do you live here?

That's what I-- [ Grimacing, he corrects himself: ] Yeah, like I don't have better things to look at.

[ His brows both lower again, shelving irritably over his eyes. ]

Heropa? Yeah, for now -- always have. [ But rather than the more standard "and you?" Reggie instead opts for: ] What's with the cape?

I like capes.

[He frowns. He really likes capes.]

Besides it looks good when I fly.

[...Billy.......]

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