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Shop Visits! (Open post!)

[Maybe you stumbled upon the front gate to a strange house while walking in your neighborhood. Maybe you found it nestled between skyscrapers in a downtown area. Or maybe you didn't stumble across it at all, and instead fell into the backyard or something. The way you got there matters little. What really counts is that you're there for one reason: a wish.

A want. A desire. Something you can't get on your own. Something you want so badly that you would do anything to get it.

Well, you've come to the right place.

There's plenty to see in the house. The foyer is nice, and the kitchen is well-stocked. There's several other rooms as well: a sitting room, a dining room, a couple bedrooms for the people who wander upstairs to look, and a rather luxurious bathroom too. Several rooms open to the outside as well, so it's easy to come inside by many different paths.

But ultimately, you will end up face-to-face with a screen that opens into a room with a table and two chairs which overlooks the backyard.

And in that room, you will find the shopkeeper.]

[What happens now? Well, that's up to you, isn't it?]

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[So fine, maybe she was expecting too much out of that little matchmaking party, and maybe she was just impatient when it came to the two blind dates she had snagged. She couldn't expect to meet a guy on the first try, right? This was just a matter of time, and now she had plenty of that now. Patience was a virtue, and she just had to repeat that to herself until she believed it.

But still, it sucked. Having just left her third date that had gone wrong, Shura isn't feeling terribly optimistic about her prospects. She means to just drop by a convenience store and pick up a few drinks to console her, but she's distracted by a ghoul she spies on the corner, a the mangy looking remains of a cat that seemed ready to lash out at whoever came close. On most any other day, Shura would have let most demons be if they weren't causing immediate harm, but damn it, she's pissed and the bugger might cause her a headache later if she lets it go.

In the end, she has to chase the little shit down a few alleys, but once she has it cornered in a garden, she takes care of it easily. Unfortunately, it leaves behind a stinking corpse and Shura realizes that she really doesn't know where this garden suddenly came from. Well. Crap.

Fine. She can do the right thing and tell the owner she accidentally broke into their yard and ask for a bag to dispose of the dead cat. It's strange, though. She doesn't have to look far for one of the house's inhabitants, he's standing right there on a patio. Was he watching her the entire time?]

Ah, yeah. Sorry 'bout this. You got somethin' I can wrap that up with?

[Annnd there's another demon not more than two weeks later. Well, there's been lots of demons with Mephisto's seal on the artificial Gehenna Gate weakening, and it means more work for Shura. Who, by the way, still hasn't received her demotion, so she's still getting assignments that she's no longer capable of handling on her own. To makes things worse, there really is no backup to call on with the Order stretched thin across the world.

It really is a giant pain. It means harder fights, bigger risks, and more collateral damage. And so when a high level goblin decides to go on a rampage, Shura's forced to try and tackle the problem on her own. Just her and Fang. Great.

It becomes tricky though, when she finds herself chasing the goblin down a certain street, and Shura realizes that it isn't running from her but running to something, and that something happens to be a now-familiar wish shop. Well, crap. If something happened there, she couldn't just tell the guy to have the Order reimburse him for damages.

Fine. She can plan around this. She just has to corner the little turd in the background and stab him really hard. Nothing can go wrong with this plan, and with some careful maneuvering, she's managing to shepherd him around the shop instead of right through it, and there, right there is an opening to just slash his stupid body through--

Wait, crap, was there someone in the back?]

Oi, oi--outta the way!

[ whenever 2b suddenly regains consciousness, it's usually within her room on the bunker, lying on her back as she readjusts herself to the familiar settings. it's usually the sleek white walls that confirm her surroundings; the cold and rigid uniformity of androids' rooms is oddly, paradoxically comforting.

that's normal. this isn't.

she wakes up in the backyard to something that is the complete opposite of everything she has ever known. the landscape is too pristine; the buildings are in perfect shape; humanity is present.

she doesn't care for the eccentricities of the house she feels compelled to enter. no, she heads straight for the room her sensors are picking up an organic life reading from, and draws her sword as she slides the frame open. ]

Explain yourself.

[He should be on the job. He should be doing what his contract says. But Lovecraft is a fickle being, prone to doing what he wants to do. Even under the contract, he has some wiggle room, some momentary lapses of freedom from an exhausting, tiring line of work.]

[Destructive work.]

[He would be lying to say that he had stumbled on this house merely by chance - he had felt it, that pull, that tug, like an old friend clasping him on the shoulder. Not to say that he was a being who knew much about having friends in the first place, practical hermit that he is, but it's not a feeling he could have simply just ignored. He follows it, trodding down the sidewalk, eyebrows knitted together as he tries to understand what it is. It reminds him of the old times. But the old times, ah, they were so long ago...His memory comes and goes, like fog surrounding a port-side town.]

[He finally turns the corner, finds himself standing in the front yard of this strange house, and he stares at it for a long moment. He doesn't recognize it. Part of him thinks he should.]

Hm.

[And without further ado, he just plops down onto the ground, face first. Don't look now, Watanuki, but there's a man just...sleeping in front of the house. Yeah. Sorry about that.]

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[He's seen it for months, a house on the edge of town that keeps catching his eye and drawing his focus in a way that can't be anything other than demonic.

Eventually, he gives in and walks into the front yard, then into the house itself, pushing the door open with his good arm.]

Hello? [He doesn't come any further into the house, not until he's invited.]

[Perhaps years ago, before she quit being a military doctor and accepted the invitation to join to the Agency, Yosano would've encountered this place for the want of a wish.

Today, all she really wanted was a drink, sensible company, and sensible company to drink with. Getting back to the normal swing of things after they captured the virus ability user was tough. Retail therapy wasn't enough to wind down after the most stressful 48 hours of recent memory.

So when she found herself at a gatepost leading to what looked like a European teahouse with an engawa, she was confused. Had she taken the wrong turn on her way to the usual bar?

Yosano looked behind her to check her route, and saw unfamiliar streets.]

Tch.

[She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched her nosebridge. Did she really get that tired without her noticing?]

Back to square one, is it?

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[All he needed was the location of a particular item.

Fyodor had heard of this wish-granting shop through rumor, though he was unable to find the source. Regardless, this possible ability was worth assessing, both for the purpose of gaining an upper hand in this conflict and to see what sort of person he might need to eliminate down the line should this one seen interested in joining the opposition.

So it was that one autumn morning, the shop's gates were darkened by an approaching shadow.

(Hello, Shopkeeper. You're about to have a terrible guest.)]

[ One could say that the small middle schooler had walked upon the store by accident, but accidents don't exactly happen in this world. But when she's suddenly greeted, Sakura is caught off guard by it all, jumping in a way that's a little bit startling for a second before her shoulders relax a bit, trying her best to smile and come up with something ー anything, really, to say.

In the end she winds up bowing a little awkwardly before straightening herself out. ]

I didn't know there was a store around here. . . ah, what kind of store is it? It's really pretty.

[ . . . nailed it? You can't fault her for trying, especially given how enthusiastic she seems to be, glancing the whole place over with interest. ]

[Several weeks have passed since Shura last came by the shop. There's not really a reason why she hasn't been back it, but if Shura was going to be honest, she would have to admit she may be avoiding it. It's a weird sort of feeling--she had no business with the shop, and so it shouldn't be something that she should be going out of her way to avoid.

Whatever the reason may be, Shura does eventually find herself in front of the shop. She could just keep walking. But her ankle hurts from a misstep in the morning, she's hungry, and it's snowing. If she went back to the dorms now, what would she end up doing?

She can't find a satisfying answer to that, so fine. She'll pay Watanuki a visit, if only to get out of the snow for a minute. She calls out when she enters, sliding the door shut behind her and leaving behind the cold air.]

Hey, Pervert Prophet, you in?

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brb ignoring everything terrible going on in canon

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