North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

i stand with those who favor fire


Posted on March 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
North
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Her desperation, evidently, was enough to relive her of any particularly apprehensive thoughts she may have held in regards to his preposition. Though he no longer lingered in the realm of her thoughts it was hardly difficult to perceive the woman's evident curiosity- and longing, for the reward he had so generously decided to offer her in return for her service. He moves to stride past her smoothly, assured she would follow, the barb he offered her readily risen too as she chuckles momentarily in response while hurrying to reach his side, his shoulders lifting in a smooth shrug as they approach the store, features expressionless, apathetic as always.

"You were the one who mentioned it to begin with- thusly you were thinking about it."

He is, by that logic, entirely correct, offering her no more on the subject as they reach the clothing store. It was busy, crowded, perhaps more so then he had anticipated, making the task for his companion perhaps slightly more difficult than he had led her to presume and yet what better way than to make the woman earn the money he had so kindly offered her? The final tease she offers him is hardly missed, violet gaze turned towards her briefly as she winks, strolling into the store with a casual ease the man finds momentarily pleasing. Truly this Edith might have some talent yet, the girl seeming to have resolved herself to the task and with evidently little desire to question him all the same. Hmm, if only there were more inclined to behaviour in such a pleasing manner. The girl moves towards a rack of clothing, Frost wandering behind her with ease before stepping to brush past her-

"Yet you blush when you say it."

He does, as usual, choose to answer her when it suits him to do so, allowing the first tendrils of his power to flare to life, sending a sudden rush of warmth though her frame and directly towards her cheeks to spark a blossom of colour within them as he simply continues past. If this was the game she desired to play then so be it, there is little he is not adapt at twisting into his own advantage as he leaves her to do as asked. His own attention is, seemingly, drawn to a set of men's shirts beside the register, one hand reaching to browse through them- though nothing amongst them truly did manage to seize his attention as he simply waits for Edie to make herself useful. The sudden crash sees his own head snap to the side, what little of his gaze could be seen lingering upon the now collapsed girl as several shoppers, the sales assistant and the woman behind the register went rushing towards her. Hmm. At least it was decidedly distracting.

He moves with that same calm, casual ease that seems to permeate each of his actions, one hand waved lightly to ensnare the area around him in a delicate illusion of sorts, the sort that required no one to be watching beforehand to better allow the magic to take effect and make it appear, truly, as if he himself remained by the rack- an illusionary version of himself. Assured his illusion had taken hold the man simply moves towards the register, neatly opening the till and smoothly retrieving quite a number of bills from within, folding them over before tucking them into his back pocket. The entire process had taken less than three minutes, Frost turning neatly to head towards the door once more, a wave of his hand ending the illusion all at once as he reached the place the imagined version of himself had been- affording a seamless flow from illusion to reality before he strides readily for the door and out onto the street.

I'll meet you outside, back at the bench.

The words, this time, are spoken directly to her mind, assuring he has no need to speak nor engage with her as he passes, the pair thusly unable to be connected in the crime that had just occurred and lay waiting to be discovered. How the girl planned to extricate herself from the crowd of people he hardly knew and truly he found he hardly cared. She either would- or she'd end up in an ambulance. He is, however, content to allow her a few moments at least as he seats himself on the bench once more, the man remaining as entirely calm and unconcerned as when they had begun- one of the smoothest robberies to have ever occurred surely having just taken place. One hand reaches up, running through the thick white locks of his hair, the money pulled now from his back pocket as he simply begins to count out. A few thousand in the least. It would do- for now.



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