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Jul. 31st, 2014 09:57 pm[The place is...Northwestern Washington. The year is irrelevant. and here, unrelated to a bunch of teenagers and their teenage wendigo problems, or a couple of overpowered jackasses, Elowen Bligh, professional werewolf and treasure-hunter is bored out of her mind.
Sure, running a curio shop was probably less dangerous and had distinctly less chances of her getting cursed by all manner of things (egyptian curses itch like the dickens), but it doesn't do a lot for a sense of adventure.
And sure, as a werewolf she can't so much as make a little glow, magically, but she's practically invincible, so she's not quite sure why she's been talked into this.
Either way, it's pouring rain and miserable, so the place is empty, and she's eyeing some priceless magical artifact like she's about to test it's aerodynamics. Now...might be a good time for anyone to visit.]
Sure, running a curio shop was probably less dangerous and had distinctly less chances of her getting cursed by all manner of things (egyptian curses itch like the dickens), but it doesn't do a lot for a sense of adventure.
And sure, as a werewolf she can't so much as make a little glow, magically, but she's practically invincible, so she's not quite sure why she's been talked into this.
Either way, it's pouring rain and miserable, so the place is empty, and she's eyeing some priceless magical artifact like she's about to test it's aerodynamics. Now...might be a good time for anyone to visit.]
