( her head lifts up briefly, tipping in his direction to assess his reaction, to see what it is that he's looking at. she could call his bluff on the reason why he's here, uncertain as to whether he's a terrible liar or just nervous, but vanessa would rather not reveal her own power. even if she knows he had one )
That's quite an impression.
( there was much about her shop but nothing normal. she'd been called a witch enough in the past so now vanessa embraced it, hiding behind it. spiritualism, mediums, tarot, crystals. there was enough to buy or to get her to do )
He's committed to it now. His hand twitches at his side but doesn't rise, even though he'd quite like to read her mind. Or maybe remove the embarrassing altercation from her memory altogether. But he finds he can't quite grasp onto it. It's a little like trying to clutch at smoke. )
I thought it might be a little different.
( He steps closer to one of the displays, his back to her as he peers over the collection. Truthfully, he finds all of this stuff absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't want to offend her. )
(there are seconds before she responds. had anyone else come into her shop with such a request, wanting to find something for their professor, vanessa would have simply helped them. here she finds herself stuck on questioning his motives when it could be that same, simple request. he likely doesn't know that she's a mutant.
so she takes a breath, moving around her own counter but not over to his display, walking across her shop )
Energy.
( she crouches when she gets there, pulling out a larger tray of crystals that she lays on the top of the counter )
Each has different properties, different meanings in what they can provide.
( on the tray are crystals in their simpler form, the simple stone. there are some clusters, some tumblestones, some that have been fashioned into more decorative items -- almost like a paperweight )
( His tone dips without his meaning to. There's something about this shop that rubs him the wrong way, makes him want to sit her down and explain just how silly it all is. It's rude of him, he knows it. So he bites his tongue against it and looks over the stones. )
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( her head lifts up briefly, tipping in his direction to assess his reaction, to see what it is that he's looking at. she could call his bluff on the reason why he's here, uncertain as to whether he's a terrible liar or just nervous, but vanessa would rather not reveal her own power. even if she knows he had one )
That's quite an impression.
( there was much about her shop but nothing normal. she'd been called a witch enough in the past so now vanessa embraced it, hiding behind it. spiritualism, mediums, tarot, crystals. there was enough to buy or to get her to do )
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( Bugger. Shit. Bollocks.
He's committed to it now. His hand twitches at his side but doesn't rise, even though he'd quite like to read her mind. Or maybe remove the embarrassing altercation from her memory altogether. But he finds he can't quite grasp onto it. It's a little like trying to clutch at smoke. )
I thought it might be a little different.
( He steps closer to one of the displays, his back to her as he peers over the collection. Truthfully, he finds all of this stuff absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't want to offend her. )
What would you suggest?
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so she takes a breath, moving around her own counter but not over to his display, walking across her shop )
Energy.
( she crouches when she gets there, pulling out a larger tray of crystals that she lays on the top of the counter )
Each has different properties, different meanings in what they can provide.
( on the tray are crystals in their simpler form, the simple stone. there are some clusters, some tumblestones, some that have been fashioned into more decorative items -- almost like a paperweight )
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( His tone dips without his meaning to. There's something about this shop that rubs him the wrong way, makes him want to sit her down and explain just how silly it all is. It's rude of him, he knows it. So he bites his tongue against it and looks over the stones. )
Healing and the like?
( Maybe he should have had a drink first. )
They're very -- pretty.
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( he didn't need to believe, not when the item wasn't for him, but scoffing at her work, beliefs-- well, he wouldn't end up with anything )
Whether or not you believe doesn't matter. This is for your Professor after all.
( she's absolutely not calling him out on that. maybe a tiny bit )