Post by lois on Feb 28, 2012 23:41:29 GMT -4
Ah: vacations! How she loved to get away once in a while, and just relax without anyone telling her to check sources or stop putting herself in danger for a story. Come to that, she was happy she didn’t have to put herself in danger for a story. At least, not for a little while, anyway. While she was happy to just spend some time doing completely normal things, with no threat of crazy killers or supervillains kidnapping her for the hero to come and save ten minutes later.
If she had a dollar for how many times she was almost killed… well, it would have made the vacation that much sweeter.
However, she couldn’t say it was completely for a vocational purpose that she had come to England. No: she had been hearing some weird things about the place. Creatures attacking and people turning up dead, or not turning up at all. She had to wonder if a certain bald man was involved. Perhaps some illegal experimentations going on somewhere, with crazy hybrids getting loose and attacking the local villagers? It was as possible as anything else, these days.
Sighing heavily, Lois Lane ventured into a strange, small shop of curious odds and ends. A magic shop, the sign outside had faithfully called it. Whether that was rue or not was anyone’s guess, but it certainly looked the part. Eyeballs in bottles and dusty old books with strange shapes instead of words filling the pages. Certainly a magical sort of place, and perhaps a good place to start gathering information.
It was a lot easier to get crazy people to talk about crazy things. Maybe one of these nuts had seen a ‘demon’ or something running around, and could point her in the right direction.
Of course, that meant waiting for someone to come into the store. So far, it was just her and the person running the shop. A tall, gruesome looking man who seemed more interested in cleaning a single empty bottle than offering her any kind of help. Probably for the best: she didn’t want to end up getting kidnapped by his crazy ass, too.
Sighing heavily, she plucked another massive book from the shelf, coughing as dust flew up around her.
“You run a clean shop here, sir,” she offered lowly.
She was sure the man snarled in return.
If she had a dollar for how many times she was almost killed… well, it would have made the vacation that much sweeter.
However, she couldn’t say it was completely for a vocational purpose that she had come to England. No: she had been hearing some weird things about the place. Creatures attacking and people turning up dead, or not turning up at all. She had to wonder if a certain bald man was involved. Perhaps some illegal experimentations going on somewhere, with crazy hybrids getting loose and attacking the local villagers? It was as possible as anything else, these days.
Sighing heavily, Lois Lane ventured into a strange, small shop of curious odds and ends. A magic shop, the sign outside had faithfully called it. Whether that was rue or not was anyone’s guess, but it certainly looked the part. Eyeballs in bottles and dusty old books with strange shapes instead of words filling the pages. Certainly a magical sort of place, and perhaps a good place to start gathering information.
It was a lot easier to get crazy people to talk about crazy things. Maybe one of these nuts had seen a ‘demon’ or something running around, and could point her in the right direction.
Of course, that meant waiting for someone to come into the store. So far, it was just her and the person running the shop. A tall, gruesome looking man who seemed more interested in cleaning a single empty bottle than offering her any kind of help. Probably for the best: she didn’t want to end up getting kidnapped by his crazy ass, too.
Sighing heavily, she plucked another massive book from the shelf, coughing as dust flew up around her.
“You run a clean shop here, sir,” she offered lowly.
She was sure the man snarled in return.