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Winter had once told him of an interesting woman he had met. A woman who could see things. A woman gifted enough that she might be able to help. And Willy needed help. He was sure Fin was to the north but try as e might he could not pinpoint his location. He didn't know what was blocking him but it was enough to make him turn to mortals for help. Not the police, no. No, he needed the woman, Vanessa. And she...she was easy enough to locate.

Willy and Phouka arrived on her doorstep at sunset and the prince knocked.He was dressed in all black- t shirt and jeans and leather jacket. Phouka stood beside him in a bright blue brocade jacket over a violet top with deep plum trousers and high black boots. They made quite the pair on the stoop.

Date: 2015-05-19 10:36 pm (UTC)
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Ever since she had opened her eyes this morning, Vanessa had felt a certain sense of expectancy weigh on her. She had managed to ignore it during her work day, but as soon as she had returned home, she had turned to the tarot. Shuffling the deck had felt more momentous than usual, but as she spread it out in front of her, someone knocked on the door to her flat, inside the Midland Grand.

She looked at the spread cards and their skeletons, then rose and walked over to her door. Dressed in simple black slacks and a dark purple blouse, she looked all the more conservative on account of the chignon her dark hair was pulled back into. Discreet make-up mostly concealed the black bags under her eyes, which shone a hard blue as she looked through the peephole at her visitors, then opened the door to meet the strangers.

She looked them up and down and then, after a second, moved out of the way, a silent invitation for them to come in.

Date: 2015-05-20 12:39 pm (UTC)
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Myths and legends of creatures of darkness needing inviting into one's home tumbled through Vanessa's mind, but the words had passed her lips before she could hold them back. "Come in, both of you."

This entire day had been striving towards this moment, and she could not close her door on it now that it had finally come.

"Miss Ives," she introduced herself, corrected the form of address, and asked what to call them at the same time. Whatever they were, she did not know them.

Date: 2015-05-20 07:57 pm (UTC)
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The general atmosphere of the place, as well as the specific origin of most of the furniture, was perhaps only slightly less Victorian than the building that housed the flat. Vanessa felt something clutch at her lungs when the white man (or the one that looked like one) said her name, but she only breathed in deeply and said nothing. That they were not human was obvious, but she could not say that she had ever met their like before.

"And you are?" she asked, coming to stand by the table to the side of the lounge, where her tarot still lay in a long spread, just waiting for her to pick a card. She did not think that she would anymore.

Date: 2015-05-20 08:08 pm (UTC)
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Willy Silver. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes; Winter's friend, of course, he had mentioned him many times. When the two fae bowed at her, she bowed her own head in return.

"Winter Wisp has only good things to say about you, Mr Silver," Vanessa replied, still studying the two creatures. "Did you ask him for a price, when you gave him your help?"

If he had, Winter had never mentioned it, so Vanessa was asking the question to give her answer: her help would be free, unless Willy Silver was a different sort of person than Winter had let on.

Date: 2015-05-20 08:22 pm (UTC)
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And that voice, for what it evoked in her, was infinitely more seductive than Willy Silver's charming tones. Vanessa held her breath as her eyes cut across to the one Willy Silver had named the Phouka. As if there were only one such creature, and there might well be; Vanessa only knew of human legends of the fae, and nothing of the reality of things.

She could only hope that the legends were true to mostly consider the Phouka a benevolent creature. She wanted to believe in it, for the steady warmth in his voice, the muted glint in dark eyes.

She let her breath out, and looked back at Willy Silver. "I do not know if I can help," she warned him, "but I will try. Come here," she invited him to join her by the tarot, "and tell me of your love as last you saw him, and kissed him."

Her speech, which was already naturally formal, seemed to have shifted into something old-dated with the moment, and Vanessa knew better than to fight it. The words were hers and not, and she could only be thankful that they would be English. There were much worse alternatives out there.

Date: 2015-05-20 08:49 pm (UTC)
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A spread of three, then. What was, what is, what will be. "You have made your choice, and the news is at hand," Vanessa murmured, her gaze moving from the scorpio poised on someone's lips, to the swords. And then the clawed hand of the Star, the promise of a certain future if only one could cling to it. "The road to healing will be long and tortuous..."

Her fingers brushed the cards, and her breath came out faster for a few seconds, before it eased out and her entire mannerism changed. Her shoulders hunched slightly, and there was an odd glint to her eyes, twist to her lips.

"What've we got here?" she asked, her previously posh accent replaced by something belonging to the lower classes of the nearby countryside. "After my boy, are you?"

Date: 2015-05-20 10:50 pm (UTC)
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Vanessa, or the spirit who inhabited her, seemed unimpressed with the two creatures in front of her, and snickered at Willy's words, an ugly sound for an ugly soul.

"And who's doin' the askin'?" she asked, stepping closer to look up at Willy, before stepping away to examine the Phouka, a wild look in her eyes. She turned back on Willy, and poked him in the chest. "And what'll you to my boy?"

Date: 2015-05-20 11:05 pm (UTC)
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"My boys means everything to me!" Vanessa retorted viciously, eyes flashing. She was turning slowly on herself to keep facing Willy, refusing to let him out of her sight.

"Always a bad sort, but I did my best by him," she went on. "Suppose I should've gone even harder on him. You oughta put him in that cage he's got your boy in. Serve him right to be the one starvin' for a change." She seemed to be getting some form of twisted pleasure at the thought, given the look in her eyes.

Date: 2015-05-20 11:39 pm (UTC)
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"He only fed me once a day, towards the end," Vanessa went on, an ugly sneer on her lips. "That was, when he remembered. D'you know what it's like, having to depend on someone like him? Reckon your boy does, at that."

She seemed to be contemplating his offer as she spoke, and after a brief pause, she made up her mind. "Lock him up in that cage of his, and throw away the key, that's all he deserves. Will you swear to it? You wouldn't like breaking your promise to me. The dead don't forget."

Date: 2015-05-20 11:53 pm (UTC)
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The smile on Vanessa's lips was an ugly, creepy thing, as she leaned closer to whisper the location in the fae's ear.

Date: 2015-05-21 12:08 am (UTC)
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The spirit inside Vanessa hissed, before her body spasmed, and she would have collapsed to the floor in a convulsing heap if Willy hadn't caught her. She was out for a few long seconds, and then her eyes fluttered open, confusion quickly replaced by horror as she remembered what had just passed.

Date: 2015-05-21 12:43 am (UTC)
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Vanessa disentangled herself from their hold as firmly as she could (not that much), and immediately reached for the back of a nearby chair to steady herself. She took the two necessary steps to sit on it, and pressed her hands down on her thighs, sucking her lips in as she closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was herself now. She had come back.

She looked over at the two fae, her back now its usual ramrod straight self, the look in her eyes wholly herself, her fears hidden deep within herself. "I know him," she told them. She might have been more surprised, but her life had more than prepared her for such coincidences. "Mr Fynn." She swallowed, a troubled look in her eyes as the memories of that spirit washed through her again. "I hope you reach him in time."

Date: 2015-05-21 01:07 am (UTC)
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Vanessa did not move from her seat even as the fae departed. She heard the quiet click of the door being closed, and wished them godspeed, and a successful end.

But given the card the Phouka had turned over, she felt confident that they would succeed.

She reached for the Chariot, and traced the line where person and bull met. Then she pulled the deck back together, set it down neatly in the middle of the table, and stood to go and light a cigarette, all of this with slightly trembling hands.

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