Dec 02, 2022 1:37 AM
May awakens witchily
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No city is ever truly static, but Toronto is as it ever is; there is construction, of course, where one would expect construction; and there are things that come as a surprise, but never anything really paradigm-changing. Effects follow from known causes. 

 

But May takes this street every day, and would have noticed if there had been construction in the spot where previously, there had not been a little shop, and now, there is. But it's such a quaint little shop; she might not even have noticed it--except that she is very much noticing it. It is difficult not to notice it all out of proportion to the noteworthiness of any actual visible traits it has.

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...well, it's very small, maybe it's some kind of - trailer shop, that might be able to go up overnight. The plants around it suggest not that but you can also install plants, if you want. Maybe some places sell sod with authentic weeds in it.

Has it got a sign?

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There is an old wooden sign over the door that looks like it might have once held a shop name before the elements wore away any trace of legibility. There are antiques in the window. There is a sign on the door that says "OPEN" in bright, friendly letters. 

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Well, a trailer shop may have had many prior locations, though you'd think in the course of moving into a new location they'd repaint the sign.

She is curious enough to go in.

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The door jingles. 

The shop is bigger on the inside. That, or the facades of the buildings on either side were deceptive. 

It still manages to be cozily cramped, though, with various antiques and oddities crammed in every which where, including what has to be an artificially constructed skeleton, because real vertebrates don't have six limbs. 

A moment after the jingle has echoed through the twisted pathways of the shop, a woman who appears to have dressed up in a halloween Sexy Witch costume rounds the corner. 

"Oh, hello," she says in a tone of surprised but genuine delight, clasping her hands in front of her unnecessarily ample bosom.

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"- hello. Your sign is faded, looks like this is a - curio - shop?" She isn't sure her spatial estimation is good enough that a cramped little shop looking like it "should" take up more space than it had is actually reliable, though she is casting dubious glances into corners.

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"Well, it's certainly a curious place." She circles May like an art critic examining an intriguing new sculpture. "My, you do have quite the potential--oh, where are my manners. I'm Penelope. Congratulations, you're a witch." 

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"- pardon?"

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"Witches are real. And it's my job to awaken new ones who didn't know that they had the potential. That's you! If you weren't, you wouldn't have been able to see my shop, but even aside from that, I have a seventh sense for these things, and you practically glow with potential."

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"I'm not in the market for joining a multilevel marketing gig."

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She laughs. "Yes, people on your side of the Masquerade do tend to be a bit skeptical at first." 

She turns into a cow.  

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That's kind of alarming.

"Why a cow," is the thing that comes out of May's mouth.

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She turns back. 

"Why not a cow? Besides, it has...benefits." She bounces a little bit, just enough to send a slight jiggle through her chest. 

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"If this is a dream it's a really weird dream but I guess it's also purporting to be a dream where I get magic powers? - to turn into a cow and go up six bra sizes, or can I do other things?"

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Giggle. "You can do plenty of other things. This one just happened to be particularly convenient to show off. And the cow part is completely optional."

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"I mean, I wouldn't turn it down if it was all you'd got but it would be a disappointing magic powers dream compared to the ones where I fly or whatever."

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She pulls a wand out of nowhere, holds it out horizontally, turns it into a broom, sets it down in midair, sits on it, and crosses her legs jauntily. 

"I don't know about your dreams, but in real life, you'll be able to fly if you want to."

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"Okay. How?"

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"Well, first we have to awaken you. Don't worry, I'm the best there is at it."

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"What's that involve?"

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"You'll take my hands and look into my eyes, and I'll initialize the process. Once begun, it can't be backed out of, but I won't be able to see all your options until it's begun, though I can guess that you'll have a higher than average rank potential--that means you'll be able to learn more powerful magics than the average witch. Your aura is rich with it."

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"...that's less detail than I was hoping for. Like. What will this potential allow me to do, besides fly, turn into a cow, and sit on broomsticks. What does it feel like. How long does it take. What general kinds of options do witches generally speaking get even if you don't know what mine specifically are. Do you have customer reviews."

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"Hmm...you know, I don't actually know? Googling yourself is supposed to be a bad idea. Anyway, there are three 'classes' of witch, that every witch has the potential to choose between--Sorceress, Academic, and Warlock--and many witches have different options for what race they turn out as, in their true form--even someone who seems to be completely human usually has a little something hiding in their ancestry that can be brought to the fore. And then there's a certain quantized level of power potential, which can be allocated in certain ways, either in discrete 'ranks' of magic like potions or necromancy, or in little non-ranked bits of wild magic."

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"- does the ancestry thing mean that at least one of my parents could do this too?"

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"No, not everyone with non-human ancestry has the potential to be a witch. You could even have a child of two completely non-human witches who didn't have the potential to be a witch, if they were careless."

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"Careless?"

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