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maderrSo. Never really written a story where the main protaganist was female. Well, a short story but that's not as hard as this is. I've actually had this story bothering me for a while, but I could never come up with a name for the char. Finally figured out why - it was a chick, not a guy. Her name is Angela, and I think she's going to be pretty cool.
There is eventually going to be this much slash in the story, more alluded to than anything. I don't *think* it will ever be direct. That will make more sense eventually. Still, this tackles at once two things I've always wanted to play with but partially dreaded doing - ghosts and time travel.
Not much so far, this is just a rough draft to see if I stand a chance at it. If it sucks or whatnot, don't hesitate to tell me so. I'm also making an attempt at naming the chapters, something I don't usually do (b/c I'm lazy). However it seems to fit, so eh. We'll see.
P.S. Fans of IW should at the very least be amused by where this all begins.
She wondered why she'd never noticed it before. She passed by this store every day on her way to work. Magic for Sale said the wooden sign above the door, written in dark blue paint. The door below the sign was wooden as well, except for the top half, which was glass and painted with an impish looking demon.
The massive picture window she stood in front of was painted along the edges with fanciful images of fairies, dragons and a variety of other fanciful creatures. But it was the jumble of stuff on display, on the opposite side of the window that really caught the eyes of passerby.
Tarot cards, runes, amulets exotic charms. Some of it she didn't recognize at all. Leather bound books with weird symbols, others with Latin. Beautiful fabrics and candles. All of it arranged into a wonderfully distracting clutter.
But it was the crystal ball that had caught her. Carefully stacked at the top of the precarious pyramid of clutter, it caught the early summer sunlight beating down on the city street and seemed to sparkle a thousand color, perched on a small pillow of black velvet.
Angela wanted it.
She glanced at her watch. A half hour before she needed to be at work. IT wouldn't hurt to just pop in and get a closer look. Anyway it wasn't like she could afford it. Assistant librarians didn't make that much money. So a closer look would be completely harmless.
A bell jingled when she entered, the sort of tinkling chime that just fit with shops like this. The same way the clutter and disorder fit - it was the way a junk shop was supposed to be. One of those unwritten Rules.
She wandered through the shop, willingly distracted by all the old, creaky looking furniture - chairs and tables and ottomans and bookcases stuffed with ancient looking texts, pyramid shaped crystals and artfully half-melted candles. A beautiful Turkish rug was rolled up and propped against a splendid armchair in the in corner.
Glittering light from the front counter distracted her, and she was promptly dazzled by the rings, bracelets and necklaces that were on display there. Like someone had put a pirate's booty on display.
"Can I help you?"
The sudden voice made her jump, and she spun around with a shriek on her lips. It promptly turned into wordless surprise as she took in the speaker.
He definitely hadn't read The Rules. Shops like this were always run by strange, kind or scary old people who spoke cryptically in ominous tones of voice. This guy was young; he looked about her own twenty-three. His skin was the color of caramel, eyes so dark they were nearly black, but his hair was white gold, all the more stunning against his black shirt and slacks. It was loose and somewhat messy, the ends reaching just past his ears. She was briefly distracted by his sole piece of jewelry - a large drop earring in the shape of a teardrop and made from what looked like black crystal.
The man smiled; Angela had the impression he was faintly amused. "Can I help you?" he repeated.
"Oh, sorry." She shook herself. "This is a wonderful shop. I pass by it all the time but I've never been inside. I'm glad I finally decided to stop in."
Again the man appeared vaguely amused, that small smile curving his dark lips just the slightest bit - very pretty lips, she noted. Her sister would have called them 'pouty.'
"I'm sure the owner will be thrilled to hear that she's hooked another one," he said lightly, "But I'm afraid she's out running errands at the moment."
"Oh."
This time the man laughed, briefly. "Is there anything I can help you with? Anything in particular you're looking for? I'm a part time assistant here."
"Oh…well…the crystal ball in the window. I was hoping to get a better look at it."
Surprise rippled across his face, "The crystal ball? Truly? One moment then," he strode toward and then past her, headed directly for the window. He smelled of warm spices and heat…almost like a fireplace…as he passed her. Strange.
Sunlight caught the drop earring swinging from his ear, and for a moment she caught a shimmering of colors.
Carefully the young man reached up and lifted the crystal ball from its pillow, and then returned to her side. He held it out to her, and when she hesitated to take it he gently grasped her wrist and set the crystal ball in her palm. It was roughly the size of a baseball, heavy and smooth in her hand.
Angela suppressed a gasp at the strange, warm tingling that laced through her palm and up her arm, spreading into her chest and settling into a quiet flutter. She started to drop it, but some instinct compelled her to instead hold it closer
The man nodded thoughtfully. "Definitely a witch."
"A what?"
He smiled, "You're a witch."
"Umm…no." Distantly Angela thought she should protest more, but her attention was completely captured by the crystal ball.
Behind them a clock struck two.
"Oh shit! I've got to go!" Reluctant but panicked she shoved the crystal ball back into the man's hands and dashed for the door.
"We close at six," he called after her.
It was a quarter to six when she returned.
She glanced in the window, heart plummeting when she saw the crystal ball was no longer part of the display. It hadn't been sold to someone else, had it? Anxiously she stepped inside the shop.
Barely had the bell chimed when the gold-haired man appeared. "You're back." It was a statement. His tone seemed to add a 'finally' to the end of it. He turned his head and called toward the counter, "She's here, Rosemary."
"Oh, good. I was starting to think you'd made it all up." A woman with short, straight nutmeg-brown hair smiled at them from the counter. Her eyes were a yellow-brown, bright and welcoming.
The man made a face as he led Angela to the counter, "Yes, I know. But as usual you're wrong where anything to do with magic is concerned."
"Shut up, Kasimir, and start closing up the store." The woman stuck her tongue out at him, laughing and beckoning to Angela when he rolled his eyes and sauntered off. "Kasimir says you were rather taken with this," she indicated the crystal ball on the counter before here.
Angela didn't notice her own sigh of relief as she saw it, reaching out to hold it again. That strange tingle returned, and suddenly she felt better than she had all day.
Rosemary nodded thoughtfully, beaming. "How neat! I never thought a spirit witch would just wander into my shop."
"Huh?"
The brown-haired woman giggled, "Would you like some tea?"
"Ah…sure, I guess." Angela's mouth replied before her brain was given a chance to think.
"Excellent. Come with me."
Several minutes later they were seated at Rosemary's kitchen table, steaming mugs of peppermint tea in front of them. "Why do you keep calling me a witch?"
"Because you are one…you really have no idea at all, do you?"
"I'm not even sure what we're talking about. I just like the crystal ball." Angela fiddled with her mug.
Rosemary's voice was sympathetic. "I guess I'm really not going about this the best way possible. Let's try this - do you know anything about magic? Witchcraft?"
"It's not real, I know that much."
Grinning, Rosemary suddenly shoved her mug off the table. It shattered in pieces across the kitchen floor. Angela nearly jumped out of her seat. "What the hell!"
"Watch," bending over, Rosemary picked up a large piece of broken porcelain. Setting it on the table she held her hand over it and began to chant in a soft, sing-song voice.
Angela watched wide-eyed as the pieces scattered around the kitchen began to move toward the piece on the table, glowing just barely as they gathered together. As the glow and chanting ceased, she saw that the mug had reformed. "What the hell?"
"Magic." Rosemary smiled brightly. "I'm a pretty humble witch…I used to do summoning but…I'm retired now."
"Summoning?" Angela asked weakly.
"Don't worry about that. What we need to discuss is what you are - a spirit witch."
"Spirit witch?"
"Exactly," Rosemary indicated the crystal ball, set in the middle of the table. "Tell me, what do you feel when you touch it?"
"Umm…a sort of tingling."
The other woman sighed softly in satisfaction. "Yeah, that's how Lily described it. She was my grandmother's best friend, and a spirit witch. They're the only ones that can use crystal balls."
Angela was still reeling from the trick with the mug, "Oh."
Giggling, Rosemary reached out and patted her hand. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not helping much."
"I'm sort of confused….I guess you should tell me what a spirit witch is?"
"You're taking this well. I'm impressed." Rosemary sat back in her seat, turning brisk. "Ever been in a séance? Fortune telling?"
"No…I had my palm read once. At a carnival. It was pretty stupid. I didn't know people still did séances."
"Oh, yes. But very few do real séances. You're one of the few that can - or will be able to, anyway."
"Oh."
"Sorry! I'm being vague again. Okay, let me try again. Crystal balls and séances have to do with spirits, communication."
"Right. Talking with ghosts."
Rosemary nodded, "Exactly. Except that it's not really like that."
"What is it then?"
"For starters, there's no such thing as ghosts."
"Well…um…duh?"
Giggling again, Rosemary winked. "What they really are is memories."
"…Memories?"
"Right. What people call ghosts are just memories so strong they took on a sort of life of their own. They aren't spirits who refused to 'move on' or whatever. They're just memories."
"But…how is that possible?"
Some of Rosemary's levity faded, fingers tracing the rim of her reformed mug. "Have you ever done something you wish you could change? Do over?"
An old pain flared for a moment in her stomach, but Angela shoved it away. "Don't we all?"
"To some degree, yes. But what if that thing you regretted tormented you to the point you never could get past it? A regret so strong it didn't die with the rest of you? That's what ghosts really are. But they're also more than that."
"More than that…" Angela repeated weakly.
Rosemary nodded, "It's where you come in. Because they're more than memories…hmm…let me start again." She took a deep breath, "Very few people can see the memories, and even then they're usually dim, vague, sometimes little more than a mist or weak light - this is why they're called ghosts. A spirit witch, with her crystal ball, can call forth and strengthen those memories. Make them visible, almost tangible. But not by…bringing them forth, I guess you'd say. You make them visible by going to them."
"What?"
"With your crystal, you essentially travel back to the memory."
"That...you mean…time travel? That's impossible."
"Well, it's not time travel like you're thinking. You can't go back and traipse around and all that. All you do is follow the left over memory back to where you can watch it in full. Sort of like…watching a small clip of a movie."
Angela shook her head, shoving her tea away and starting to rise. "This is all really weird."
"I promise nothing bad is going to happen here. I…if you want to go, you may. I wasn't trying to freak you out or anything. I just assumed you'd want to know about the crystal ball."
Pausing, Angela frowned. "I just liked it. I don't know why. I saw it and I had to have it." She shrugged, "I can't afford it, but I didn't think it would hurt to look." She stared at the crystal ball, unhappy. "If I'd known it would lead to this I think I would have just kept walking."
"No. Eventually you would have come for it. Lily said resisting was pointless. Once it calls, all you can do is answer."
Heavily Angela sat back down. "I don't need this." She blinked wearily, "You may as well finish telling me all this crazy stuff. I don't think I can leave until I hear it, even though I want to." Briefly she touched the crystal, then settled back to her tea.
"Right. Spirit witches can watch these memories play out…and they can also change them."
"…You're kidding me. But…how is that possible?"
"I told you," Rosemary said. "Spirit witches go back to the memory itself; while you're mostly just a sort of observer, you have the ability to change the events that caused the memory to linger."
Angela blinked, shifted in her seat. "Are you telling me I can change the past?"
"Yes."
"That's it. The next time I decide to window shop at a magic shop, I'm not going to do it." She took a deep breath, "Time travel isn't possible."
"Are you sure? And it's not really time travel, all you do is recreate the memory and try to change it - assuming you should fix it."
"I'm not even going to get into that."
"Good, because I really didn't want to get that far into it. I just wanted you to understand what you're getting into."
"I really don't want to get into it. I'm perfectly content with my life the way it is now. I have no desire to go not-ghost hunting. Or whatever." Angela shoved her mug away and picked up the crystal ball.
Rosemary chuckled, "Then why do you seem incapable of letting that thing go?"
"I…I don't know," Angela said unhappily. "It just feels wrong to not hold it. Or at least keep it very close." She shook her head, long waves of curly blonde hair rippling around her. "It doesn't really matter. I can't afford it."
"Money hardly matters. If the crystal ball is yours, it's yours."
"But…that isn't right."
"My store. My rules." Rosemary winked, "But I tell you what. Do two things for me and we'll call it even."
"What two things?"
Rosemary grinned. "First - stay and let me finish telling you a few more things. Two - I want you to actually experience watching a memory."
"Okay…I guess I could try it. I'm still not sure all this is real, even with the whole thing you did." She motioned vaguely at the mug.
"Excellent. Then how about you meet me here tomorrow? It's getting rather late now and I know you've already heard more than you want."
Angela nodded, "I have tomorrow off, so I can meet whenever."
"Wondeful. Then how about one? Right after lunch; it's usually quiet enough I can let Kasimir run the shop on his own."
"Okay. One it is."
There is eventually going to be this much slash in the story, more alluded to than anything. I don't *think* it will ever be direct. That will make more sense eventually. Still, this tackles at once two things I've always wanted to play with but partially dreaded doing - ghosts and time travel.
Not much so far, this is just a rough draft to see if I stand a chance at it. If it sucks or whatnot, don't hesitate to tell me so. I'm also making an attempt at naming the chapters, something I don't usually do (b/c I'm lazy). However it seems to fit, so eh. We'll see.
P.S. Fans of IW should at the very least be amused by where this all begins.
The Crystal Ball
Chapter One: Magic For Sale
She wondered why she'd never noticed it before. She passed by this store every day on her way to work. Magic for Sale said the wooden sign above the door, written in dark blue paint. The door below the sign was wooden as well, except for the top half, which was glass and painted with an impish looking demon.
The massive picture window she stood in front of was painted along the edges with fanciful images of fairies, dragons and a variety of other fanciful creatures. But it was the jumble of stuff on display, on the opposite side of the window that really caught the eyes of passerby.
Tarot cards, runes, amulets exotic charms. Some of it she didn't recognize at all. Leather bound books with weird symbols, others with Latin. Beautiful fabrics and candles. All of it arranged into a wonderfully distracting clutter.
But it was the crystal ball that had caught her. Carefully stacked at the top of the precarious pyramid of clutter, it caught the early summer sunlight beating down on the city street and seemed to sparkle a thousand color, perched on a small pillow of black velvet.
Angela wanted it.
She glanced at her watch. A half hour before she needed to be at work. IT wouldn't hurt to just pop in and get a closer look. Anyway it wasn't like she could afford it. Assistant librarians didn't make that much money. So a closer look would be completely harmless.
A bell jingled when she entered, the sort of tinkling chime that just fit with shops like this. The same way the clutter and disorder fit - it was the way a junk shop was supposed to be. One of those unwritten Rules.
She wandered through the shop, willingly distracted by all the old, creaky looking furniture - chairs and tables and ottomans and bookcases stuffed with ancient looking texts, pyramid shaped crystals and artfully half-melted candles. A beautiful Turkish rug was rolled up and propped against a splendid armchair in the in corner.
Glittering light from the front counter distracted her, and she was promptly dazzled by the rings, bracelets and necklaces that were on display there. Like someone had put a pirate's booty on display.
"Can I help you?"
The sudden voice made her jump, and she spun around with a shriek on her lips. It promptly turned into wordless surprise as she took in the speaker.
He definitely hadn't read The Rules. Shops like this were always run by strange, kind or scary old people who spoke cryptically in ominous tones of voice. This guy was young; he looked about her own twenty-three. His skin was the color of caramel, eyes so dark they were nearly black, but his hair was white gold, all the more stunning against his black shirt and slacks. It was loose and somewhat messy, the ends reaching just past his ears. She was briefly distracted by his sole piece of jewelry - a large drop earring in the shape of a teardrop and made from what looked like black crystal.
The man smiled; Angela had the impression he was faintly amused. "Can I help you?" he repeated.
"Oh, sorry." She shook herself. "This is a wonderful shop. I pass by it all the time but I've never been inside. I'm glad I finally decided to stop in."
Again the man appeared vaguely amused, that small smile curving his dark lips just the slightest bit - very pretty lips, she noted. Her sister would have called them 'pouty.'
"I'm sure the owner will be thrilled to hear that she's hooked another one," he said lightly, "But I'm afraid she's out running errands at the moment."
"Oh."
This time the man laughed, briefly. "Is there anything I can help you with? Anything in particular you're looking for? I'm a part time assistant here."
"Oh…well…the crystal ball in the window. I was hoping to get a better look at it."
Surprise rippled across his face, "The crystal ball? Truly? One moment then," he strode toward and then past her, headed directly for the window. He smelled of warm spices and heat…almost like a fireplace…as he passed her. Strange.
Sunlight caught the drop earring swinging from his ear, and for a moment she caught a shimmering of colors.
Carefully the young man reached up and lifted the crystal ball from its pillow, and then returned to her side. He held it out to her, and when she hesitated to take it he gently grasped her wrist and set the crystal ball in her palm. It was roughly the size of a baseball, heavy and smooth in her hand.
Angela suppressed a gasp at the strange, warm tingling that laced through her palm and up her arm, spreading into her chest and settling into a quiet flutter. She started to drop it, but some instinct compelled her to instead hold it closer
The man nodded thoughtfully. "Definitely a witch."
"A what?"
He smiled, "You're a witch."
"Umm…no." Distantly Angela thought she should protest more, but her attention was completely captured by the crystal ball.
Behind them a clock struck two.
"Oh shit! I've got to go!" Reluctant but panicked she shoved the crystal ball back into the man's hands and dashed for the door.
"We close at six," he called after her.
*~*~*
It was a quarter to six when she returned.
She glanced in the window, heart plummeting when she saw the crystal ball was no longer part of the display. It hadn't been sold to someone else, had it? Anxiously she stepped inside the shop.
Barely had the bell chimed when the gold-haired man appeared. "You're back." It was a statement. His tone seemed to add a 'finally' to the end of it. He turned his head and called toward the counter, "She's here, Rosemary."
"Oh, good. I was starting to think you'd made it all up." A woman with short, straight nutmeg-brown hair smiled at them from the counter. Her eyes were a yellow-brown, bright and welcoming.
The man made a face as he led Angela to the counter, "Yes, I know. But as usual you're wrong where anything to do with magic is concerned."
"Shut up, Kasimir, and start closing up the store." The woman stuck her tongue out at him, laughing and beckoning to Angela when he rolled his eyes and sauntered off. "Kasimir says you were rather taken with this," she indicated the crystal ball on the counter before here.
Angela didn't notice her own sigh of relief as she saw it, reaching out to hold it again. That strange tingle returned, and suddenly she felt better than she had all day.
Rosemary nodded thoughtfully, beaming. "How neat! I never thought a spirit witch would just wander into my shop."
"Huh?"
The brown-haired woman giggled, "Would you like some tea?"
"Ah…sure, I guess." Angela's mouth replied before her brain was given a chance to think.
"Excellent. Come with me."
Several minutes later they were seated at Rosemary's kitchen table, steaming mugs of peppermint tea in front of them. "Why do you keep calling me a witch?"
"Because you are one…you really have no idea at all, do you?"
"I'm not even sure what we're talking about. I just like the crystal ball." Angela fiddled with her mug.
Rosemary's voice was sympathetic. "I guess I'm really not going about this the best way possible. Let's try this - do you know anything about magic? Witchcraft?"
"It's not real, I know that much."
Grinning, Rosemary suddenly shoved her mug off the table. It shattered in pieces across the kitchen floor. Angela nearly jumped out of her seat. "What the hell!"
"Watch," bending over, Rosemary picked up a large piece of broken porcelain. Setting it on the table she held her hand over it and began to chant in a soft, sing-song voice.
Angela watched wide-eyed as the pieces scattered around the kitchen began to move toward the piece on the table, glowing just barely as they gathered together. As the glow and chanting ceased, she saw that the mug had reformed. "What the hell?"
"Magic." Rosemary smiled brightly. "I'm a pretty humble witch…I used to do summoning but…I'm retired now."
"Summoning?" Angela asked weakly.
"Don't worry about that. What we need to discuss is what you are - a spirit witch."
"Spirit witch?"
"Exactly," Rosemary indicated the crystal ball, set in the middle of the table. "Tell me, what do you feel when you touch it?"
"Umm…a sort of tingling."
The other woman sighed softly in satisfaction. "Yeah, that's how Lily described it. She was my grandmother's best friend, and a spirit witch. They're the only ones that can use crystal balls."
Angela was still reeling from the trick with the mug, "Oh."
Giggling, Rosemary reached out and patted her hand. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm not helping much."
"I'm sort of confused….I guess you should tell me what a spirit witch is?"
"You're taking this well. I'm impressed." Rosemary sat back in her seat, turning brisk. "Ever been in a séance? Fortune telling?"
"No…I had my palm read once. At a carnival. It was pretty stupid. I didn't know people still did séances."
"Oh, yes. But very few do real séances. You're one of the few that can - or will be able to, anyway."
"Oh."
"Sorry! I'm being vague again. Okay, let me try again. Crystal balls and séances have to do with spirits, communication."
"Right. Talking with ghosts."
Rosemary nodded, "Exactly. Except that it's not really like that."
"What is it then?"
"For starters, there's no such thing as ghosts."
"Well…um…duh?"
Giggling again, Rosemary winked. "What they really are is memories."
"…Memories?"
"Right. What people call ghosts are just memories so strong they took on a sort of life of their own. They aren't spirits who refused to 'move on' or whatever. They're just memories."
"But…how is that possible?"
Some of Rosemary's levity faded, fingers tracing the rim of her reformed mug. "Have you ever done something you wish you could change? Do over?"
An old pain flared for a moment in her stomach, but Angela shoved it away. "Don't we all?"
"To some degree, yes. But what if that thing you regretted tormented you to the point you never could get past it? A regret so strong it didn't die with the rest of you? That's what ghosts really are. But they're also more than that."
"More than that…" Angela repeated weakly.
Rosemary nodded, "It's where you come in. Because they're more than memories…hmm…let me start again." She took a deep breath, "Very few people can see the memories, and even then they're usually dim, vague, sometimes little more than a mist or weak light - this is why they're called ghosts. A spirit witch, with her crystal ball, can call forth and strengthen those memories. Make them visible, almost tangible. But not by…bringing them forth, I guess you'd say. You make them visible by going to them."
"What?"
"With your crystal, you essentially travel back to the memory."
"That...you mean…time travel? That's impossible."
"Well, it's not time travel like you're thinking. You can't go back and traipse around and all that. All you do is follow the left over memory back to where you can watch it in full. Sort of like…watching a small clip of a movie."
Angela shook her head, shoving her tea away and starting to rise. "This is all really weird."
"I promise nothing bad is going to happen here. I…if you want to go, you may. I wasn't trying to freak you out or anything. I just assumed you'd want to know about the crystal ball."
Pausing, Angela frowned. "I just liked it. I don't know why. I saw it and I had to have it." She shrugged, "I can't afford it, but I didn't think it would hurt to look." She stared at the crystal ball, unhappy. "If I'd known it would lead to this I think I would have just kept walking."
"No. Eventually you would have come for it. Lily said resisting was pointless. Once it calls, all you can do is answer."
Heavily Angela sat back down. "I don't need this." She blinked wearily, "You may as well finish telling me all this crazy stuff. I don't think I can leave until I hear it, even though I want to." Briefly she touched the crystal, then settled back to her tea.
"Right. Spirit witches can watch these memories play out…and they can also change them."
"…You're kidding me. But…how is that possible?"
"I told you," Rosemary said. "Spirit witches go back to the memory itself; while you're mostly just a sort of observer, you have the ability to change the events that caused the memory to linger."
Angela blinked, shifted in her seat. "Are you telling me I can change the past?"
"Yes."
"That's it. The next time I decide to window shop at a magic shop, I'm not going to do it." She took a deep breath, "Time travel isn't possible."
"Are you sure? And it's not really time travel, all you do is recreate the memory and try to change it - assuming you should fix it."
"I'm not even going to get into that."
"Good, because I really didn't want to get that far into it. I just wanted you to understand what you're getting into."
"I really don't want to get into it. I'm perfectly content with my life the way it is now. I have no desire to go not-ghost hunting. Or whatever." Angela shoved her mug away and picked up the crystal ball.
Rosemary chuckled, "Then why do you seem incapable of letting that thing go?"
"I…I don't know," Angela said unhappily. "It just feels wrong to not hold it. Or at least keep it very close." She shook her head, long waves of curly blonde hair rippling around her. "It doesn't really matter. I can't afford it."
"Money hardly matters. If the crystal ball is yours, it's yours."
"But…that isn't right."
"My store. My rules." Rosemary winked, "But I tell you what. Do two things for me and we'll call it even."
"What two things?"
Rosemary grinned. "First - stay and let me finish telling you a few more things. Two - I want you to actually experience watching a memory."
"Okay…I guess I could try it. I'm still not sure all this is real, even with the whole thing you did." She motioned vaguely at the mug.
"Excellent. Then how about you meet me here tomorrow? It's getting rather late now and I know you've already heard more than you want."
Angela nodded, "I have tomorrow off, so I can meet whenever."
"Wondeful. Then how about one? Right after lunch; it's usually quiet enough I can let Kasimir run the shop on his own."
"Okay. One it is."
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Date: 2004-08-05 04:51 pm (UTC)I didn't have the time to read it in full, glorious detail because I woke up late today, so I just skimmed it briefly. I like the idea behind it, and it sounds like it's going to be interesting. Your description is really good, you know. It made me want to actually see the store. ;D
...Not to mention the really hot guy. XD;; (I have speculations on /what/ he is, not just who, as well. >D)
Erk, damnit, late. Running off now.
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Date: 2004-08-05 04:54 pm (UTC)Like Kasimir, eh?
He's actually from a story I wrote (but haven't finished) called Impossible Wish. It sucks majorly, I want to give it a rehaul. But if you're ever bored, I'll send you the whole thing.
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Date: 2004-08-05 05:19 pm (UTC)And I tend to like your male characters. ;> They're almost all really really cool, whether physically drool-inducing or otherwise. XD;;;
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Date: 2004-08-05 05:24 pm (UTC)Heh, I've got a job interview at 10:00, so I probably won't be home until eleven or so anyway.
I'll go ahead and send it to you. And I apologize in advance for how rough it is.
Hee, thanks! ^_^
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Date: 2004-08-06 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-05 05:43 pm (UTC)I loved, loved, adored your description of ghosts and how they exist and what they are. Just too freaking awesome. I also loved Angela's reaction to learning that she's a spirit witch. ^-^ I also loved Rosemary's attempts to explain it and the way she gets a bit sidetracked in each explaination. It just flows really neatly. I'm dead curious about her past too. *puppy eyes*
Awesome start! Can't wait to see more! *bounces and then glomps you*
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Date: 2004-08-05 05:56 pm (UTC)Hee. When I started, I needed a magic or nick nack shop, and it clicked. Seemed too perfect not to use ^_^ And I'm sure Kasi would let you have it, he only does it because Neil and Rose made him.
I wondered if her reaction was too little or not enough. But she tends torward mellow, most of the time, so...
All shall be revealed in time...*wince* Assuming of course that I don't give myself a massive headache with all the time stuff.
Glad you liked! Thanks, Sky! ^_^
*gasp*
Date: 2004-08-05 08:26 pm (UTC)Wait. I like girls.
YAY! A girl!
Cool female characters r0x0rz.
(as long as they don't fall in love. I HATE when strong female chars fall in love, unless they're really really cool about it. I'll be watching closely... 0.ô)
Um. Where was I? Oh.
I don't really feel like I know Angela yet but so far she seems cool. I can tell the other characters where used in a previous story 'cause already they have more depth and personality. *grin* I like Rosemary.
Jeez, look at this long ass comment. Why can't I stop talking?
That is a very good question.
Wait, bare with me until I say something remotely valuable.
Ok: Ghosts and timetravel? TOGETHER? Tres awesome.
I'd say definately continue on with this! It's a plus point to be able to develope strong dementional main characters of both genders.
Re: *gasp*
Date: 2004-08-07 08:21 pm (UTC)There will be NO FALLING IN LOVE. I loathe that chicks in books must always Fall in Love at some point.
Thanks ^_^ I hope this story lives up to the promise I think it has. I guess we'll see.
Re: *gasp*
Date: 2004-08-08 08:35 am (UTC)I'm all excited now. *feeds your muse a cookie*
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Date: 2004-08-07 12:42 am (UTC)Although I am very mad at you (notice my mad face "'_'" Grrr) for going and getting a girl as the main character of the story I think I'll forgive you cause its really good! =^.^=
I like Angela and I like the way you explain ghosts, or not ghosts--memories--whatever. That! And I like the tingling crystalball. It's very cute and mysterious.
Much with the wanting more of this if you can manage to hash it out between all your other great stuff. ^____^
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Date: 2004-08-07 08:12 pm (UTC)Hee! I knew IW fans would rejoice to see them here.
Sorry! But I think you'll like the itty little bits of slash that will be in here, and I guarantee Angela is going to be very cool.
Thanks, FQ! You're the best.
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Date: 2004-08-07 08:44 pm (UTC)Well then I guess I can forgive you.
^^ Ah, shucks.