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BanaBatGirl · 06-21-2020, 05:07 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

One thing about being just on the cusp of being famous was that she had little need to continue all the various odd jobs she had acquired while trying to help Jerry make rent on their flat. Only whenever she thought about dropping any of them - minus the waitressing - she felt a peculiar void begin to form in her chest. Almost as though these odd jobs, some more thrilling than others due to their associates and them tapping into her animagus abilities were tangible to her existence and without them she would be less of herself.

It was inconvenient. Truly.

It was on behalf of one of those associates that she entered the junk shop today, though she was also looking for anything that may serve as a prop on set as well, and her pale slender fingers were just reaching for the knob on the door of the shop when she caught a familiar face inside. Thankfully his essence was not of the off putting variety, unfortunately he had left an entirely different impression upon her that haunted her thoughts at the most inopportune of moments. Breathing in the fresh air of the street, Valerie stepped inside and approached him from behind.

"I had never taken you of the sort to be drawn towards the steampunk aesthetic," she mused a bit while gliding to a stop beside him, one of her long pale fingers slipping through one of the holes in one of the gears to lift it and wear it like a ring as she examined it in the dusty light. "Or do you have a talent for metal charming that you neglected to inform me of during out last meeting?"

David was startled, to put it mildly, by the sudden appearance of the celestial being beside him, and even more so when she spoke to him in a normal, nearly positive tone and everything. Well well. Had some things changed in her life since their last encounter? He presumed so. Steampunk aesthetic aside (what even WAS steampunk???), David wasn't bothered by her popping up, but he was as wide-eyed and staring as ever.

"Not to brag, but I am an alchemist," he replied, not in the least bit humble about this brag. She did not need to know that he had literally just received an owl yesterday morning informing him of this new position, but it was, loosely, the truth. David's eyes flicked from the gears on her fingers to her uber-pale face. "I have a lot of talents you don't know about, Miss Gray."

Alas, finding whatever he'd been hoping to find in this box was not one of those talents. David drifted down the aisle some, winding further into the shop and onto the opposite side of a shelf full of trinkets.... made from glass? Now this was interesting. He gave one glass whirligig a gentle twirl with one of his narrow fingers, admiring the way it refracted the dusty light of the shop.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie One thing about being just on the cusp of being famous was that she had little need to continue all the various odd jobs she had acquired while trying to help Jerry make rent on their flat. Only whenever she thought about dropping any of them - minus the waitressing - she felt a peculiar void begin to form in her chest. Almost as though these odd jobs, some more thrilling than others due to their associates and them tapping into her animagus abilities were tangible to her existence and without them she would be less of herself. It was inconvenient. Truly. It was on behalf of one of those associates that she entered the junk shop today, though she was also looking for anything that may serve as a prop on set as well, and her pale slender fingers were just reaching for the knob on the door of the shop when she caught a familiar face inside. Thankfully his essence was not of the off putting variety, unfortunately he had left an entirely different impression upon her that haunted her thoughts at the most inopportune of moments. Breathing in the fresh air of the street, Valerie stepped inside and approached him from behind. "I had never taken you of the sort to be drawn towards the steampunk aesthetic," she mused a bit while gliding to a stop beside him, one of her long pale fingers slipping through one of the holes in one of the gears to lift it and wear it like a ring as she examined it in the dusty light. "Or do you have a talent for metal charming that you neglected to inform me of during out last meeting?" David was startled, to put it mildly, by the sudden appearance of the celestial being beside him, and even more so when she spoke to him in a normal, nearly positive tone and everything. Well well. Had some things changed in her life since their last encounter? He presumed so. Steampunk aesthetic aside (what even WAS steampunk???), David wasn't bothered by her popping up, but he was as wide-eyed and staring as ever. "Not to brag, but I am an alchemist," he replied, not in the least bit humble about this brag. She did not need to know that he had literally just received an owl yesterday morning informing him of this new position, but it was, loosely, the truth. David's eyes flicked from the gears on her fingers to her uber-pale face. "I have a lot of talents you don't know about, Miss Gray." Alas, finding whatever he'd been hoping to find in this box was not one of those talents. David drifted down the aisle some, winding further into the shop and onto the opposite side of a shelf full of trinkets.... made from glass? Now this was interesting. He gave one glass whirligig a gentle twirl with one of his narrow fingers, admiring the way it refracted the dusty light of the shop. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind