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While in her closet by the front door, preparing an order of [i]Arcanum Corallinum[/i], a lovely red powder to treat her friend with dropsy (known as edema nowadays), Madame Mirela Fortworth's ears perked up at the sound of a visitor. New customers are always nice. Closing her eyes, she took a deep inhale in, not to catch the scent of whoever just walked in, but to picture them through the spirits that resided in the building. Her grey eyes flickered open and as they twitched, fog fell over the irises like a veil. She watched a human boy of seventeen wait patiently for her, and lay a peculiar, white substance on the counter. His aura was dark yellow with tinges of brown. He was someone who was pressured to achieve goals and impress someone, a tired soul but with the goal to get what he wanted at all cost. He was unbeknownst of the dangers that could happen by stepping into her home with ill intentions. However, his nature was good and his knowledge of the area was limited... this boy was someone who truly sought her skills, even if he held a pistol that could make anyone suspicious of him.

Her pharmacy was a simple, establishment that provided remedies to calm or temporarily halt sickness but scientist still had a lot of research to do, in terms of understanding health and disease. The main reason why this pharmacy was the most well renown in London was because of Madame's gift of mediumship. People needed to be connected to the spirit realm and Madame was able to bring solace for both the living and the dead. Some people had sicknesses that would lead to their inevitable death, but she was able to help a man accept his fate with a smile. 

Even vampires sought her wisdom. Just because they had a near immortal life didn't mean they would be able to forget their own humanity. The thing about vampires, which a lot of them overlook, is no one, human and vampire alike, can truly forget the person he or she was (or are). No one can forget their past. No one can forget about their humanity. Sure, a person can be the worst, seemingly heartless serial killer to date, but at the end of the day, when he's all alone... he still has a mind to brood over his next kill, he still has a spirit that feels. A lonely spirit that inspires him to kill because of his inability to separate his humane nature from himself. That's what humans and vampires have in common: a spirit. 

She did not hold magical powers, even if a "witch" is what people would call her. Due to the needy nature of mankind, no one was going to send her to the gallows. Her sixth sense of feeling the dead and being able to communicate with them was something passed down in her family from generation to generation. 

Mirela was given an Orgonite, Black Tourmaline crystal necklace to protect this place and herself from evil spirits, which was given to her by the man she adored the most. She came from Romani descent, though her red hair was rare for her kind. Her parents had said it was a sign from the spirits. Unfortunately for them, Mirela had been blessed with an unnatural keen eye and knowledge beyond her years. At quite a young age, she knew she was a product of infidelity and that her late father descended from the Gauls. However, she continued to live the way she was raised: like a Romany Gypsy. She wore a teal, grey, white, gold skirt with a 3 row coin sash, fine jewelry for her ears, neck, wrists, ankles, forehead, and a Renaissance top that exposed her robust stomach. 

Her vision moved away from the boy and to a new figure that entered the Pharmacy. The female who looked fourteen but had eyes of a ruthless killer. Her aura was a combination of dark pink and cloudy blue, revealing she still had a lot of growing up to do, but also that her desire for control was and always has been her security blanket.  

Unveiling a deadly soldier's pike, the tiny girl began threatening her customer, [color=ed145b]"Hey! Boy! You have something of mine!" [/color]

[i]Oh this won't do. [/i]

Snapping back to the physical realm, Madame Fortworth covered the jar of red powder and sighed. With her grace and dignity, she slunk into the other room and crept behind the Loli [i]vampire[/i]. Mirela went beside the girl and pressed downward in her clavicle causing a striking pain to run through the girl's body, who immediately dropped to her knees, [color=f9ad81]"Observation is key. You still have a lot to learn, Igraine."[/color]

Afterwards, she tapped at two nerve points on her back causing the girl to enter a state of paralysis. She wouldn't be able to speak or move, but she could see what was going on around her. 

Madame Fortworth took the pike out of the girl's frozen grip and put it to the side, [color=f9ad81]"Don't worry. You'll get that back soon enough."[/color]

She turned her attention to the boy, not forgetting he had a dangerous weapon on his person, [color=f9ad81]"Looks like your package attracts Grangrels."[/color] Walking away from Igraine, she cautiously approached the boy, [color=f9ad81]"You have a few options. Shoot me, her, draw attention to this shop, brand yourself as a murderer, and have enemies that surpass you in every way, shape, and form."[/color] She laid her hand out for him to give her the pistol, [color=f9ad81]"Another option you have is running away. But know this... you won't get very far."[/color] Her eyes glanced passed him to reveal a tall figure waiting in the darkness of the back room, [color=f9ad81]"Or, the best option in my opinion, you can trust me, do exactly as I say, and I promise you, you will leave this place with exactly what you want."[/color] Her stormy eyes locked into his as she gave him a reason to accept her offer.

Smiling, Mirela revealed who she was,[color=f9ad81]"I am Madame Fortworth. You and me, boy. We're not so different. You're an exceptional human, and I am too."[/color]

Not waiting for a response, she blew a strange, neon green powder into his face. The tall, mysterious figure approached Igraine, the candlelight revealing the face of Marc Ravnos. He loomed over the tiny vampire for a moment before lancing a finger at her temple.
[Both of your characters should be unconscious now.]
[hr] [i]The two captives wake up in a clean, modestly lit cell. They stand across from each other, tied to a separate pole. Augustus is bound with rope, while Igraine is held by thick chains. Ravnos sits before them in a chair, reading a huge grimoire. At his feet lie Igraine's pike and Augustus' pistol.
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