1963-10-31 - Research is Magic
Summary: Sean goes to research some more about magic after his discussion with Wanda. He runs into Lynette and they have a conversation about power, magic and how to get control over certain things that might otherwise control them.
Related: http://marvel1963mush.wikidot.com/log:1963-10-30-wibbly-wobbly-demony-wemony
Theme Song: None
lynette sean 


It has only been a few hours since Sean was briefed by Wanda on what was behind the hellmouth and what it took to stop it. Some of those hours involved sleep but most of that time was eaten up by the realization that he knew so little about such a catastrophic force that might raise it's ugly head again. A quick walk through the yellow pages yielded something that sounded like a proper magic shop. Not a place to buy magic tricks, but an honest to goodness magic store. %r%r A large cup of coffee in his hand Sean made his way to the store as soon as it opened. He is currently browsing through some rather large old book that he hopes will help him find out more about English magic, it's sources, dieties, patrons, etc.

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Lynette knew little of 'English' magic herself. Her own brand of inner power was something more primal, and directly linked with spirits of all kinds. Her wanderings, however, had brought her here, and after standing outside its door for some time, peeking in through its display window, the floofy haired girl made her way inside with the 'dig' of the door's bell. She waits, ready to turn and leave without pause should the shop keeper decide this place was not for her 'kind', but when that doesn't happen, she shuffles around and begins to browse.

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Flipping through the pages of the old tome, Sean isn't very aware of his surroundings, he's very focused on finding out what he can about what tales he knows. As it turns out all of the stories of his youth might just be a little more real and powerful than he previously thought.

As he flips through he comes across some old incantation of sorts and foolishly starts saying the words. He gets about two or three words out, just under his breath before the book pages seem to catch fire.

"SHITE!" is yelled, though that's not really a part of the spell, and he slams the book shut, which seems to extinguish the flames. Under a withering glare from the proprietor Sean slips that book back on the shelves and goes back to browsing.

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She watches from across the shelf, peering over the small break created by the different heights of the books. Curious as ever, her dark eyes search the man's features, and his lips as he begins to speak. The exclaimation causes a giggle to bubble from her throat, and catching herself, she covers her mouth and then moves along, briskly. Nibbling to her lower lip, she glances at the exit, and to the figure behind the counter before turning and moving down the isle.

Now standing beside Sean, the floof of her hair fans out around her face, and she has to turn her head up just to look in his direction. "Don', ah, don' be doin' dat 'gain. Least buy it first, hmm?" She smirks ruefully, her accent rather thick, and placing her as no where near a native of the city. "Impressive, dough. Y'jus' pickin' up de book n'readin', den 'poof', magic."

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As he hears someone giggle at his misfortune, Sean looks over and gives Lynette a small smile and shrug as if to say what can you do? As she moves closer, he gives her another look and says aloud "I don't think that was.. me. I think the book … did it?" He certainly didn't feel anything or know what he was saying. "Of course that sounds terribly lame t'say out loud."

"And I promise, no more speaking words from strange books. I learned m'lesson." He says it loud enough that the person behind the counter can hear, though he doesn't sound terribly sincere.

Turning his attention back to the young woman next to him. "I've never actually, uhh, done magic." Is that the right phrase? How did Wanda talk about it again? "Is this something you practice? Or.. do?" Sean really needs to learn how all this works, but that's why he's here.

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"Practice? Non, well…I should be. Don' got a teacher, dough." She admits gently, keeping their conversation casual, yet private in volume. Her eyes skip about the books, reading over their spines, but not yet reaching out for one. "M'diff'rent, I t'ink. Where I come from, de words, de actions, dey all diff'rent." Glancing at the book, and then back up to the Celt, she offers him a bright smile. "Nah, ain't jus' de book, chere. Dey words, n'paper. Y'give'em meanin' or it won' do anyt'ing. S'like drivin' a car. Y'c'n have de key, n'be sittin', but witout you doin' anyt'ing, y'goin' no where."

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If Sean were honest with himself he might know that. But he's still trying to come to grasp with the fact that the faeries and leprechauns of his youth might have been more than the vivid imagination of kid and inspired by his housekeeper's tales. Deep down he knows that he's met faeries and been around magic, but up until recently he had himself convinced that was all just childish imagination.

"It's funny, with all the craziness in the city, I j's thought it might be good t'know more about this stuff. And considerin' I jus' lit a book on fire with some strange words, I'm guessin' I might be right. "

Sean does pull another volume of the shelf, this one is a smaller book, bound in black with appropriate signs and markings on it for what it is, a book about black magic. Now granted, half of the stuff in the store is meaningless, fake or watered down, but Sean seems to have a knack for finding the real bits.

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Lynette tenses at the sight of the book, her hand reaching out and gently resting around his wrist. "Not dat one." She murmurs gently, leading him to put it back, or at least encouraging him to. "Y'ain't wrong 'bout dis place. I don' know much 'bout it, jus' dat I don' go 'round de park no more. T'ankfully, I don' have t'sleep dere no more." Her touch was brief, at least, gentle, but gone in an instant. Rocking on her feet, she clears her throat and gazes downward. "M'sorry. I shouldn't be pryin', or tellin' y' what t'study. M'tryin' t'be a student, m'self. Jus'…ain't got a teacher. De one's I've met? Dey all busy."

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Glancing up as she touches his hand, Sean starts a bit. "Wha? .." But as she explains he readily agrees "Oh. okay…" He's not really sure what's he looking for so he's not insistent on reading any one thing. "Would you mind if I took down your name and number.. I.." He laughs as he realizes that he just asked a girl for her number ".. know some people, but 'm not at liberty t'hand out their information." Considering how briefly he's met Wanda and that he technically hasn't met this so called Dr. Strange yet, he's not about to offer them up, but he adds "They are very into this stuff, an' might be able t'help."

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"Oh, sure. M'name's Lynette. Dere's a bar I work at in Harlem, called de Cigar Factory. I kinda sleep dere, too, f'now. Y'call dat number n'ask f'me if y'wan'." Turning, she faces the Celt more directly now, her fingers brushing into her curls, trying to tuck some behind the shell of her ear, only to have them kink out and back into place. A few more glances at the books, she pauses and then turns her attentions back up and on his face. "M't'inkin' a doin' self study. T'be honest? M'terrified 'bout it, n'what I c'n do. Y-y'always had a connection wit it? De arts, I mean?"

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As she introduces herself Sean offers a hand and replies "Sean. Cassidy." He doesn't offer any details about his job or background. He has mostly lost interest in the books as he isn't sure he would be able to find something useful even if he had weeks to sort through it all. "I.. think I might 've had a brush 'r two with this stuff when I was younger. B't I've never looked into it b'fore. An' speakin from experience, self study isn't necessarily the worst thing. I mean, on other topics, even dangerous ones…"

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Lynette gives her hand in return, wrapping her digits around and giving him a soft pump of a shake. "Well, Sean. Cassidy. S'nice t'meet y'." A fresh smile brightens the girl's face, and once her hand is allowed to break contact, she rests it behind herself, holding to its mate's wrist loosely. At the sound that he's had some experience, her eyes widen, and a glimmer of curiousity shows from them. "Really? What happened? Y'remember anyt'ing 'bout it?" Then she pauses, "Mind if I ask what y'studied, too?"

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An awkward smile is plastered across Sean's face as he is still coming to terms with trying to figure that out himself. He says "Uhm. I t'ink I might 'ave met soe faerie folk.. erm, back in Ireland they're.. well exactly like the ol' stories fr'm home. B't it's vague, like a dream b't stronger than that." He shrugs a bit at the end and adds "I'm not really sure how much was real, even now. But I'm leanin' towards more of it than b'fore."

As she asks about his experience he glances around the store before replying seriously, "I have powers. Not magic ones. B't I c'n .. do things. An' I had t'learn to control those m'self. It took time, but .. it's doable. At least f'r me it was." Realizing that his experience may not apply to everyone he adds "B't a teacher is not a bad idea if'n ye c'n find one."

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The girl cants her head to the side, her gaze steady, unblinking, and fully attentive on the Gaelic man as he speaks. She even smiles, warm and slow. There's a look there, one of trust; she seems to believe everything he's telling her now. "I don' t'ink I ever met de fae. Seen a man de other day, n'I asked if he was fae. Looked it, too. Said he wasn't, dough." Then, he speaks of powers, and control.

Her face changes, becoming something more akin to afraid. "I don'…I wan' t'learn how t'do dat, too. Control de t'ings I c'n do. I don', I don' even know everyt'ing yet. Jus' now stopped runnin'." Her hands move from behind her back, gripping at her arms and rubbing across each limb as if she had caught a chill. "Sean," she begins in a whisper. "M'…sorry." She begins, and shudders a breath. "'bout Maeve."

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He might have been more pessimistic about her encounter in the past but now he is open to it. He answers "Who know? They're a .. tricky bunch, fr'm what I know, which granted is not much."

As she opens up about her experience and her fears, he nods. It's something that he can easily relate to. As she starts to get cold apparently he moves in a little closer to hear what she is saying. When he does, he sets his jaw and says firmly, not angrily and very quietly "Please. Stay out of m'head. That's very private.. 'n painful." He takes a step back and looks at her not unkindly but much less warm and open than he was a moment ago.

"I get that ye didn'.. I mean, I'm assumin'.. ye didn' mean ta.." She literally just said she was looking to try and control her powers, and she was very sincere, but it's still super hard for Sean to even hear his dead wife's name, especially sober.

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"I didn'…" She starts, her eyes glossing with the knee-jerk reaction of fight or flight; for her, it's often flight more so than not. "I didn'…I wasn' in y'head. I jus', sometimes I jus' see t'ings. I don' mean t'." She promises timidly, taking a small step back and away from the Celt. "Felt s'm magic, too. N'seen…somet'ing else. A stag fightin' wit a dragon. Jus' felt heady. Drunk n'fuzzy, n'pain." Her brows furrow and she sighs, silencing herself. "M'sorry, I-I didn' mean…m'sorry. Y'a nice man, Sean. I don'-I don' blame y' if y'don' wanna call after all."

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Taking an involuntary step back Sean closes his head and shakes his head, willing himself to not dredge up those things right now. He puts up a hand and says "No, it's.. okay. J's surprised me." Well no, it's not okay but at least Sean understands why it happens.

"I'm fine. Really. It was.. a long time ago." It has been years, but it doesn't feel it and it certainly doesn't feel any better. "But have ye figured out why tha' happens t'you? An' .. c'n ye make it happen if ye want to?" Because someone who can read people's past by touching them well that certainly is useful to a detective.

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"I don'…" She quickly shakes her head, sending the curls swinging this way and that. "Jus' happens s'm times. I don' get t'pick n'choose. Not yet." Rubbing at her arms once more, she inhales, and sighs, her nostrils flaring. Chewing at the meat of her cheeks, she rests her gaze on the Celt a new, expression now a mixture of empathy, and apology. "T'be honest? I jus' wanna learn how not t'hurt people no more. M'scared of dat, n'myself." A quick glance toward the counter, she watches its keeper, and then returns her attentions to Sean. "W-what c'n you do?"

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"Of course.. sure" As she explains her limitations Sean is understanding seeing as she looks to be quite young and that tracks well with how most people seem to come into their powers. He reaches out to put a hand on her should reassuringly, unless she pulls away. "Well ye didn' hurt me. Jus' surprised me as all."

As she asks what he can do he says "I c'n affect people wit' m'voice. Vertigo an' some other crazy effects." It's interesting that he plays his power levels close to his chest, but he's used to being out mutant, he's just very careful about whom he tells what powers to. It's not lying, just careful omission.

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Lynette doesn't pull away. She does tense, at first, her eyes shutting, waiting for another wave of visions only to, thankfully, not suffer from them. Blinking, she looks at his hand and then back up to his face. "How'd y'start controllin' y'self? Y'said you self studied? W-what'd y'do?" Looking around, she gives a nervous chuckle and thins her lips. They soon fill out naturally, and she speaks again. "M'sorry if I got y'side tracked. W-we should be lookin' back t'magic, right?"

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Sean kind of half shrugs and says "Yea, an' other worse things." adding on to what he can do with his powers "B't ya start by doin' it on purpose. The more ye learn how to do the thing, the more ye learn how t'not do it. If tha' makes any sense." He practiced a lot, it was on of the few things he did sober after losing Maeve, and now he's very glad he did.

"Actually it's probably past time f'r me t'get back t'the office. But I will l'k ya up Miss. Lynette.. I'm always lookin' f'r a new place t'grab a drink anyway."

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