3rd Spell

[eastwick_bitch]

audio {radio broadcast}:;

I, the one and only Nanette Ahnelu N'Ancy, living decent of Cleopatra Queen of the Nile, have returned from a world tour. Please, call me Mistress Nancy we can be friends. I am in your service New York, in the same way  I served the crown heads of Europe. The past, the future and ether are within my sight.

But let my powers

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[agoodchild]

[Maria, ever attuned to these sorts of things, set out immediately after hearing this broadcast from "Mistress Nancy." And it doesn't take her long to turn up at her tent, eagerly anticipating a conversation, hopefully, with someone else who understands magic.]

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[eastwick_bitch]

[She sits resting on pillows, keeping with this desert persona she's made for herself.]

Welcome, welcome.

[And yes, that is incense in the air. ...what, faint hint of cigarette?]

You've come with a question. ...Many questions.

[Nancy herself is in a long gown of some silky material. She has scarf wrapped around her head with just enough hair showing--a dark, blunt cut to show her family resemblance as though the heavy kohl eyeliner didn't give away enough.]

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[agoodchild]

Mm, mm! Maria has lots of questions.

[And she's plopping herself down on the pillows next to her.]

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[eastwick_bitch]

And your answers are...

[Nancy pauses and looks about the air as though she can see the answers.]

Everywhere, really.

[Her eyes are right back on Maria.]

Your hand, if you please.

[ooc; apologies for the slowness!]

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[makes_you_tick]

Gabriel certainly doesn't go searching, but he does like a walk through Central Park. So when he sees her tent, he remembers the words on the radio and wanders in. Before he got so busy as Sylar, he sort of enjoyed taking apart people like this.

"Hello?" He seems hesitant as he looks inside.

action!

[eastwick_bitch]

[Mistress Nancy, as she so calls herself now, is in the middle of what looks like some kind of meditation. Her eyes flicker while shut one more second until she opens them as though doused with cold water. For a long moment she stares at him.]

Hello. Your shadows are noisy. Did you know that?

action!

[makes_you_tick]

[ He raises an eyebrow until it's visible behind those heavy glasses of his. This was an interesting start. ]

My shadows?

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[eastwick_bitch]

[She thinks nothing of the stare at all. Besides she's got her own going on right back at him, serious and analytical.]

Yes. You must see them. One of them is light, feathery...new. [Nancy points to the right as though there is enough light to make anything distinct. Her finger doesn't stay. It moves to the left of him, purposely going around him, finger never pointing at his body.] The other, it's heavy, very heavy. The original.

Action

[fufufromouran]

[Have a creepy looking kid poking his head, and hand-puppet, inside.]

Fufufufufu... Greetings~

Action

[eastwick_bitch]

[One creep to another, isn't that what this crazy, messed up world is all about?]

Salutations to you and to you, friends.

[Yes. She is talking...to that hand-puppet.]

Re: Action

[fufufromouran]

[Talking to the puppet? Oh, we like you, we like you very much. Begins walking in.]

We have come to seek your services...

Action

[eastwick_bitch]

[Here, have a cushion, there are many in this little slice of a Valentino movie set.]

Yes, of course. Ask and I shall look into the sands of time and space like my several times great grandmother had in her lifetime.

[selfscarring]

You're....what?

[eastwick_bitch]

The living blood of the Queen of Egypt, seer of the stars and beyond, Mistress Nancy.

[selfscarring]

Is this new?

[eastwick_bitch]

As new as any family business going back several centuries can be.

[action] plz forgive my tardiness ;__;

[to_the_lees]

[A fortune teller isn't the kind of thing he'd seek out on his own, but Neil's out on the town with a bunch of the fellas; they've had a few drinks and it seems like a laugh, and of course he's the one that gets a friendly shove into the tent. Taking a moment to brush the wrinkles off his jacket, he offers the mysterious Mistress Nanette a winning grin. It's probably obvious he isn't taking this entirely seriously, but he's friendly at least.]

Evening.

[action] only if you forgive mine ;__;

[eastwick_bitch]

[The hours roll on. And it is in the night she expects to see more souls wander in with rolled up dollar bills and just as tangled thoughts. They make her smile.]

Enter, friend. You are just in time.

[Why yes, she takes that whole blood of Cleopatra deal seriously look at the kohl lining her eyes in such a way. Smell the incense? See the few lit candles?]

[action] NEVERRR oh ok. <333 /rolls on you

[to_the_lees]

Swell.

[She certainly cuts a dramatic figure; he's somewhat impressed, actually. He's seen leading ladies with worse costuming. He shifts his weight, tipsy but sobering up by the minute.]

You're Mistress Nancy?

[action] thou art benevolent!

[eastwick_bitch]

I am and you.

[Her hand is outstretched to him as though to take his hand, her eyes look into his face intently.]

Are in need of wisdom.