Note to self:

[facelessfelix]

Blow up the magic shop.

Find a solution to this problem before that, though.

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[oilwithvinegar]

Here, Felix, have a loverboy Russian princething! He'll notice the pretty young thing and take the time to look her over.

[facelessfelix]

Felix stiffens in her scrawlings (because she's writing something down, let's say) and gives him a glare. If Paul is observant, he'll notice that this young lady has the same hair and eye color as her former male self ... and the same fading scar along the edges of her face.

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul is quite observant, and the unearned glare is more than enough to help him put together the other clues into a conclusion. "Felicity. Hello."

[facelessfelix]

"That," Felix says, her voice dangerously angry, "is not my name. Go away before I smash your skull in."

[russet_goddess]

S' y're own fault for being stupid enough t'try it.

[facelessfelix]

You can fuck off.

[russet_goddess]

Can I?

[facelessfelix]

Or I'll make you - it's your choice.

[sweariwontdie]

Oh dear. Armand works for the Raventons, though not in the shop. And he's very good at avoiding crackplots. Still, he notices the new young lady. "Is something wrong?" he asks after watching her furiously scribble for a bit.

[facelessfelix]

Felix turns and glares at Armand. She recalls that Armand lost his memory, and their former feud no longer exists. This doesn't stop her from being irritated, though.

"Get lost," she snarls. "Unless you know how to reverse a genderswitch."

[sweariwontdie]

Didn't I just have this conversation with Michael? Armand wondered. "I don't. My apologies... monsieur. You're not plotting mischief are you? These... things usually wear off on their own."

[facelessfelix]

"Mischief? No. I'm planning destruction. You, of all people, should know what I'm capable of." She pauses. "Or maybe not, but it doesn't matter. That shop's going up in flames."