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The Magic Box, Friday

Nothing. For as long as he'd held the spell active, Kael'thas had received no answer, no clue as to how to return or even if anyone was searching for him. And after several days of rest and recharging his batteries, so to speak, he needed something to turn his attention towards.

The Magic Box was his unfortunate target, and after arriving yesterday, he set to redecorating with all he could muster - magically and with whatever could be rush-ordered through the supply catalog he'd found in the office. Knowing how the telephone worked turned out to be a great help, though he felt rather pleased as they'd been happy to take his payment in gold. Who didn't like gold, really?

By noon, he had redone most of the interior. The shelving now was a mix of wall fixtures and bizarre floating fixtures that slowly spun in place. There were tables and places to sit, thick rugs on the floor and heavy curtains hung along the walls, giving the store an "interior of a jewelry box" sort of look. Even a ritual circle was now inscribed into the floors in a side room, should it be needed. It felt a little more like home now, and it eased the magical temper tantrum he'd been having.

When he finally opened the front doors again, he took a seat in the front area with a vaguely satisfied and somewhat smug look, as well as a thick magical tome from one of the shelves - maybe now that he felt more comfortable he could find something that would help.

[OOC: Open! And now, Kael will be a little more social. Hopefully.]

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Agnes -- black witchy hat and all -- walked into the Magic Box. It had been a while since she'd talked to Andrew and...

Something's not right here.

She backed out of the store, let the cold shivers fade from her spine, and then clomped back in determinedly and gave the proprietor an embarrassed half-smile. She bowed nervously, too, and then started looking at things in the store that were as far away from him as possible. It wasn't his weird appearance that bothered her, although he did look rather disturbingly like an elf. It was... something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Kael'thas smiled at the human girl in return, rather self-satisfied still. "Welcome to the Magic Box," he said, silkily. "If you need anything, please do let me know."

What are you? What ARE you???

Agnes took a half-step back and knocked a few books off their shelf. "Uh, no, that's all right," she said, busying herself with picking the books up and returning them to where they belonged. "I'm... I'm just looking, anyway. I don't have any money."

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"Money or no, are you looking for something in particular?" Closing his book, he watched her, eyes narrowing with curiosity as he took in her clothing as well as her manner - the latter of which was eyebrow-raising, but then humans weren't generally as inherently graceful. "You look to be a practitioner, at least."

"No, I, uh..."

He really did look like an elf, but whatever he was doing to her mind didn't feel like elves. Agnes stood up straight, swallowed her courage, and opened her mouth.

"Pardon me, sir, but if you don't mind me asking, are you..." She'd meant to say "an elf", but her mouth up and ran away with her. "...really, really evil in all sorts of disturbing ways?"

Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd just asked.

His eyes widened, caught between anger and astonishment, and he very nearly told her to leave and not come back. ...But the peculiar way in which she'd asked gave him pause enough to reconsider, so he shook his head instead of biting her head off.

"No, but now I feel compelled to ask why you would pose such a question," he said, rather less cordial but still polite.

Agnes looked around nervously for iron, anything iron, elves don't like iron because it blinds them...

And then she squared her shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes. If you want to learn how to fly, sometimes you have to just jump out of the nest.

"You feel wrong," she told him. "You're certainly not human, and you don't feel like an elf. There's something wrong about you." Magrat could have added some specifics about the color of his aura, and Granny probably would have known exactly what he was, but she was winging it, here.

Kael'thas frowned, and put aside his book to stand up, giving the girl a piercing look. "I'm most certainly an elf," he said, eyes flashing in annoyance. "And if there's anything 'wrong' with me, it's that I've been forced to methods of survival that once I may have looked down upon."

Agnes raised an eyebrow. "I don't think it has anything to do with your 'method of survival'. If you were eating babies, or something, I wouldn't be able to tell." She looked him over and decided that, if he were an elf, it wasn't one from her world. Maybe, where he came from, there were elves that weren't ruthless, bloodthirsty killers.

Well, it depended on who you were, where Kael'thas came from. He crossed his arms as he looked her over in return, and edge to his tone still. "We're not trolls," he said. "Why is it, then, that I 'feel wrong' to you?"

"No, of course you're not a troll," Agnes agreed, mentally comparing him to the likes of Big Jim Beef and having to stifle a giggle. "But you... your..." She waved her hands in the air. Unfortunately, she'd never felt demonic energy like this before, so she really couldn't put words to it. "You're giving off waves of evil-ness," she told him. Close enough.

"Waves of-" He paused, realization dawning on him. "You mean, energy like this?" Kael'thas raised a hand before him and a small green orb grew into existence in his palm, energy swirling within it and giving off the same sort of feel as the Prince himself, only a little moreso for being concentrated.

"It is derived from demons, but is not inherently evil." Or so he was telling himself. He could handle it, okay?

Agnes shuddered. "Yes, that. Are you sure it's not 'inherently evil'? I mean, I'm still new at this, but I don't like the way that feels."

"Magic is but a tool," Kael'thas said, the ball rising to hover in place a moment. Dropping his hand, it then moved to take point above his right shoulder, matching the green of his eyes. "I'll admit, fel energy is not something I would have chosen to rely on, but desperate times... In any case, it has proven marvelously useful."

"So long as it's not messing with you, I guess it's okay...?" Agnes replied, watching the ball move.

Show off.

"Not many people could walk that line."

Kael'thas' faint smile faltered and he glanced downwards a moment. Even if he changed his mind, it was already too late for them, wasn't it? And he'd had no choice. Right?

"It's better than the alternative," he said finally, lifting his head. "As we have come this far, may I ask who it is I've been having such pleasant conversation with?"

"Agnes. Agnes Nitt. Witch." She bowed, a little formally. "I'm really, really sorry, you just... And on top of that, elves where I'm from treat humans like cats treat mice."

"Kael'thas Sunstrider," he said, giving her a courtly bow. "Prince of the Sin'dorei, member of the Kirin Tor, Lord of Tempest Keep. And, I suppose, owner of this shop." He smiled wryly as he straightened, the orb bobbing slightly in place. "Though the former don't particularly matter here, as I understand it.

"And that would explain it, yes. As I said, it's not something I would have chosen, but fel energy has uses I can't deny." He shrugged a little. "And where I come from, humans and elves have been allies at times. I have no grudge against them on an individual level."

"Well, you'll be lucky to find any Sin'dorei, or Kirin Tor here," Agnes told him, pronouncing the unfamiliar names perfectly, "or anyone who's heard of them, for that matter. But owner of this shop does carry some weight..."

The next move was particularly gutsy, and she couldn't believe she was even considering it, but... "I don't suppose you'd be willing to extend me credit?" she asked. "Just until I find a job around here?"

He gave her an amused look. "I suppose it would depend," he said. "On what it is you need. And whether it would perhaps be more advantageous to work here to pay it off, or be in debt for who knows how long?"

"Well, I don't need anything," Agnes demurred. "And I don't know what all you have. Some herbs, mostly? Some things I normally use don't grow around here, and... did you just offer me a job?"

"I did. I'm impressed with your bearing, Miss Nitt." Kael'thas inclined his head to her. "I have several days still available for shifts, if you are interested."

"I... have Wednesday and Friday free," she replied, still not entirely sure how this had happened. "And I'd be honored to work for you, I think."

"Friday then," he said, smiling. "If you should need supplies in a reasonable quantity, then count it as part of your wages. Just leave a note with what you've taken."

Agnes nodded, hoping Prince Sunstrider paid well. "All right," she agreed. "I'll be here next Friday, then."

Thankfully, he'd made a good deal on his purchases, and enchanted items sold well on the international market.

"It's been a pleasure, Miss Nitt," he said, somewhat dryly. He wasn't about to forget her accusations, even if he appreciated the spirit of them.

The feel of magic was particularly heavy, even from as far away as Cafe Fina. Fai had left Mokona in charge (which might not have been one of his brightest ideas) in order to investigate this strange feeling.

He'd never been to The Magic Box before, but the magic was thick there, and it drew him in like a moth to flame. Really, he just wanted to see what was causing such an obvious disruption. Letting himself into the shop, Fai looked around to see what he could find out.

"Welcome to the Magic Box. If you should need assistance, do let me know," Kael'thas said with a welcoming smile from where he was re-established in a chair in the front area with his book.

"I'm not looking for anything in particular," Fai said with a cheerful smile and a wave. "Just curious." There was something Not Right about this person, but Fai wasn't about to accuse anyone of anything.

Strangely enough, the ears didn't even phase him. "Are you new to Fandom, or have I simply been too busy lately?"

Kael'thas marked his place and sat up a little taller as he looked over the newcomer more closely. "New, I suppose," he said. The couple of weeks spent trying to get home didn't really count. "I'm Kael'thas Sunstrider, taking over for the previous owner here."

"Fai D. Flourite," the overly-chipper mage said, bowing slightly. "My partner and I run Cafe Fina." He gestured in the general direction of the cafe. "It's nice to meet you, Kael'thas." He paused, then ventured to ask, "Is that all one name, or is there anything shorter that you go by?"

Why no, he was not formulating possible nicknames...not at all...

The elf prince paused. "...If you were being familiar, then it would be Kael," he said, somewhat bemused.

"Kael-chan," Fai announced, smiling brightly. "I like that better. It fits you."

Only not.

"Kael...chan?" He looked perplexed; maybe it was some sort of native title?

"Mmhmm." The blond clapped his hands together suddenly. "You should come by the Cafe! Mokona and Kuro-rin would love to meet you."

"I will make sure to come by," he said, still rather confused.

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