People who gave her specific ways that they wanted their targets to be killed were inconvenient. Was it not enough for them to die? Did it have to be in this weirdly specific way? Could they not just kill them themselves then? They couldn't, or they didn't want to risk it, which is why they were paying for it. But all the same... it was fun sometimes, a new adventure, playing around with different methods. But other times she simply wanted to go with what she knew worked.
If she could find the right artefact that would make this specific job easier, but that would involve finding it. Which she knew was likely going to lead her into Borgin and Burke's, because as far as dark magic shops went, it was a good one. Unfortunately.
Post by lydiakappelmann on Aug 7, 2017 21:07:35 GMT -6
Lydia had been doing a daily Wizarding crossword when the bell rang. Her attention immediately went upward and she set down her quill to assist whatever person had entered. The woman who entered was a familiar face, and the older woman found herself smiling and setting her hands flat on the table in front of you.
"Welcome to Borgin and Burkes. How might I assist you?"
Looking at the lady behind the desk, Liliya paused. What in Merlin's name was with this shop. Why did she happen to know the people who kept appearing to work here. She hadn't known Aaron admittedly, but Athena and now her old professor...
That was not exactly a place that she wanted her mind to roam, back to her schooling, back to how her life had been back then. The question now was, whether the lady would recognise her.
"I was hoping that you could help me find an item," she said. "Something to help elicit terrors."
Post by lydiakappelmann on Aug 21, 2017 0:53:13 GMT -6
"Hoping? Oh, how offensive." Lydia's smile did not fade. She raised an eyebrow. "Do you want day terrors or night terrors? Something subtle or obvious? Big or small? Sharp or blunt?" Honestly, some people were far too vague for her tastes. It was a wonder she hadn't just cursed their fingers off and taken their money without having to sell the items in the shop.
She said nothing that suggested that she recognised the ex pupil standing before her, but that meant nothing. People were not always so blunt. "Hoping, yes," she said. Time would tell whether anything adequate was to be found. Perhaps she would apologise for this supposed offence then, but not before.
Liliya stared back at the lady. "Day, subtle, small, sharp," she answered the questions without having to think on them. "Something that will cause a person to question their reality, question themselves." Liliya wasn't entirely sure why someone would want to send someone mad and then kill them. Surely the fun would be watching them live their lives while mad. But she wasn't going to question the people that paid her. To their faces at least.
Post by lydiakappelmann on Sept 22, 2017 18:56:02 GMT -6
Lydia thought for a moment. Still getting used to the whole inventory, she did occasionally have to reference lists, which she did after her moment of reflection. Her eyes danced across the words until they fell across something that she thought might fit, and with a mischievous smile that narrowed her eyes slightly, Lydia went into the office for a moment before returning with something wrapped in cloth.
When she approached the counter, Lydia unraveled the cloth to reveal a small, metallic bug. "If you stroke its back from top to bottom and wait five seconds, it will spring to life and bite the nearest living thing. A poor misfortune if it finds an animal before it finds a person," the woman added a little sadly. Animals were far better company than people, even if most of them were filthy. "The bite will disorient the victim and implant particularly unpleasant thoughts."
As her old professor disappeared into the office, Liliya wondered exactly what she was getting, what item was there that seemed to satisfy what it was that she wanted. Wasn't magic such an interesting and dangerous thing?
She regarded the small bug in the lady's hand. "And is there anything stopping it from attacking me?" she questioned, eyes moving back up to Lydia. "Or do I just have to make sure that I move fast enough that I am not the nearest living thing?" She didn't quite fancy getting cursed by things she would cursing others with. Even if it was a type of cruel irony.