Sorcerers of the Magic Kingdom

Not sure I'm in the mood for death by pepper, if that's any indication of what awaits my tongue. [She's getting used to the mirror thing. Really.] I might drop by and take a bit of a look, though. Winding up here wasn't really how I wanted to start or end a day.

[She raises a hand.]

Merlan Margaret O'Keefe. Hijacked from a well needed nap.

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I'll eat a few if none of the noobs take 'em.

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I'm rather impressed with the old guy. I didn't know he could be malicious.

[ He bobbed his head, deciding not to say much about a demon trying to be welcoming. It was a strange turn of events. ]

They look perfect... not sure how they taste. I haven't tried them. You want one?

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I've never known Chef to poison food before, so they could be fine. If you want to gamble?

[ He inclined his head in an, 'Entirely up to you' way. ]

Crowley.

[ His dark wings folded neatly behind him as a nap did sound pretty good right now. ]

Bet you didn't think you would wake up from that nap in Wonderland.

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Actually... That's not a bad idea. Want to try one?

[ Cause then he could find out just how hot these things were without risking himself. ]

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Uh, yeah!

[Granted, his tastebuds were mostly dead, so...]

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[ Ah, but maybe his hair would turn red or steam would come out of his ears. It might be fun! ]

I don't think it would be noticed if one of these lollipops went missing...

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It's really a kindness for the newbies.

[And hell, he was curious.]

Give me a few and I'll be there.

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Peppers usually mean heat. [She stretches and yawns.] I might, perhaps. A walk never hurts.

[Wings interest her but even though hers are snugly tucked away, she'll leave the questions off. She laughs, the sound bright and rich. Fine, she'll come to see, and starts walking.]

Does anyone? I mean, I've woken up in some might strange places but this does top them. Now, where was that--

Ah. Good thing I went on a walk earlier. Hello in person.

[She smiles after slowing down and coming to a stop.]

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[ There is probably a saying about curiosity and the dangers thereof, but eh, Crowley was curious too. ]

I'm not going anywhere until 7.

[ When his shift was up. ]

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[As long as they weren't infused with holy water, Beetlejuice figured he'd be fine.]

Yo, let's see what these things are made of!

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They could have been sweet peppers.

[ He glanced sideways at the Chef who was busy doing his thing in the kitchen and not saying one way or the other. ]

Guess it's meant to be a surprise like the whole through the mirror thing.

[ The bell over the door jangled when the lady entered and without even looking up at her Crowley grabbed a gift basket and set in on the counter by the register. ]

There you go, one basket of mystery... I'd recommend having a glass of milk nearby before you try it.

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See, the fact that you said milk and one of milk's defining properties is that it locks down the spicy oils naturally occurring in hot pepper means they're probably hot. But I needed a walk, didn't I? Pft. I don't even know the currency around here yet. Do I even have any?

[Merlan glanced all the way up at Crowley, tilting her chin slightly.]

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[ Now that would be down right evil! Chef was upset but thankfully not homicidal.

Crowley waved lazily and sneakily retrieved a lollipop from the back of a bouquet where it wouldn't be missed. This was held out for BJ. ]

Bon appetit.

[ The creation was a white chocolate covered strawberry with a layer of hot pepper flakes hidden just beneath the chocolate coating. ]

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It's a precaution. I don't know what he put into these things.

[ One might have called it a friendly warning if they weren't a demon and wondering why the lady was giving him such a hard look. The wings probably, it usually was. The dark feathers fluffed a little, just to show off. ]

And these were on the house. Free gift basket, sort of eliminates the need for money unless you were thinking about buying something that has less octane in it. The bon bons are delicious.

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[Beetlejuice took the offered confection, sniffing it once for good measure before stuffing the entire strawberry portion into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

As an entity that drank Tabasco sauce from the bottle, it wasn't too bad.

He could still feel a little bit of heat, though, which probably meant that anyone with anything even approaching a normal taste pallet would have needed large quantities of milk to put out the fire.]

Huh. S'a little warm.

[As he proceeded to start on eating the stick as well, ignoring the fact the his nose was running slightly.]

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[ Crowley leaned closer in anticipation, hoping for some cartoonish overreaction to the spices he suspected were in the thing but was grievously disappointed. That was so TAME!

Right, demon... It would have to be 'satan's toe' level of spice to get a rise out of him. ]

Just warm?

[ Crowley sneered and drew away, disgusted by both the running nose and the eating of the stick. He had seen worse but it still wasn't a pleasant thing to be around.]

Why are you eating the stick? It doesn't give you more fiber...

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Warm. I probably wouldn't encourage breathers to eat 'em. Most of 'em anyway.

[He paused in his consumption of the stick.]

There's no reason not to eat it, and I like the texture.

[He was the demonic equivalent of a raccoon, only not as clean.]

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[They were really wonderful wings and made her smile. She'd fallen asleep with her own wrapped around her, so they were out but not particularly comfortable. Maybe it was just weird that they were out, maybe the feathers were out place.]

I think I'll leave experimentation to others. Not feeling myself at present.

[She paused.]

But, I think your wings are lovely. I'm-- Are they out all the time? Mine are just...highly uncomfortable at the moment.

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Yours are...?

[ An eyebrow slowly traveled up his forehead. He hadn't been paying the greatest amount of attention and those wings wrapped around her had seemed... well... ]

You have wings! I thought those were a fancy cloak... out of step with the fashions here but, everyone is. 'Out' in the new 'In'.

[ He casually took in the lady's appearance, appraising her much like he did any new person he met with those unblinking yet shade hidden eyes. The feathers were white he noticed. ]

Yeaaa, they're out all the time here. It's something to do with the magic of the Kingdom. The only time I don't have wings is when I'm a serpent.

[ His head slowly tilted to one side as he stared at her wings with a small pout. ]

Maybe they wouldn't be so uncomfortable if you let them stretch out? Why do you have wings anyway? Are you an angel?

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Not even as a prank? Naahhh... it'll be fine. I'm sure Chef wouldn't have made them too hot.

[ The evil cackling from the nearby kitchen drew his attention away briefly. When he looked back he had a napkin in his hand for the, ugh, dribbling. ]

So you eat wood.

[ YOU. ARE. BIZARRE! ]

No doorframe in the Kingdom will be safe...

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I said most of them.

[He raised an eyebrow as he finished the stick off.]

Jeez, I'm not gonna go around eating buildings, I'm not a termite.

[He preferred "unique".]

...belongings of people who piss me off, maybe.

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Well, they could have been a fancy cloak. I wasn't exactly advertising and they're unusual enough.

[That explains why shrugging them back in didn't work.]

I'm. [She frowned almost gently.] I was the host of an angel for a long while. When he died somehow I grew them. It's like we both had something to contribute, so they grew. I don't rightly know what that makes me. My magic has always been primarily Enochian. Healing, illusion, minor, minor miracles in essence. Very minor. Some offensive, most defensive.

[Her deep iridescent purple-blue wingtips shivered a little. Her expression tilted toward wry.]

If I'm going to open them, I suppose it shouldn't be in a store.

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