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sirenspull_logs2012-08-15 09:27 pm
magnetic_magpie) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-15 09:27 pm
They say our movement is been destroyed
Who: Magneto | magnetic_magpie & Meg | possessing
When: 08/15/2012 - mid-afternoon
Where: Black Market
Summary: They both need supplies only the Black Market can provide. Too bad there aren't enough for both of them
Warnings: Meg. Others to be updates.
Magneto was moving carefully through various stalls and stores. He did know of one other magic store too but needed supplies until his plants where mature, but they had been lacking - he needed to refresh all the proofing. Which meant a trip to the Black Market.
His image inducor was still broken - thank you Castiel - so he wore a hat pulled down low over his hair and blocking his face. The basket was over full with herbs to Hellhound Proof, as well as a few other odds and ends he'd picked up from Romani culture.
magnetic_magpie & Meg | possessingWhen: 08/15/2012 - mid-afternoon
Where: Black Market
Summary: They both need supplies only the Black Market can provide. Too bad there aren't enough for both of them
Warnings: Meg. Others to be updates.
Magneto was moving carefully through various stalls and stores. He did know of one other magic store too but needed supplies until his plants where mature, but they had been lacking - he needed to refresh all the proofing. Which meant a trip to the Black Market.
His image inducor was still broken - thank you Castiel - so he wore a hat pulled down low over his hair and blocking his face. The basket was over full with herbs to Hellhound Proof, as well as a few other odds and ends he'd picked up from Romani culture.
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At the house, at a few choice shops, in her favorite little dive bar. She didn't like to be told she wasn't allowed in places she liked. For obvious reasons. And this particular shop was one of them.
Marty behind the counter was something like an acquaintance, and he seemed to like her. Her body anyway. Same difference in this place. Marty looked the other way while she asked for some particularly dangerous imports to have on hand as needed, and she wrote up a book of spells that had him drooling.
And then there was the jackass trying to pick up what she needed, like he had a right to come into her territory and-
"Are hellhounds that big a problem this side of the fire and brimstone?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow once she'd realized the makeup of the basket he was carrying.
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He recognized the face from the network and more important recognized something about the woman standing there - a similar energy pattern to Crowley, though different. Meg and Ruby, Lucifer had mentioned, and hands off as they where his. And a scan over the Network so he had known who they where. A scarce two seconds before recognition flared in his eyes.
"But then, you're aware or you wouldn't be supply shopping for yourself would you?"