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Courtney nervously looks around her, seeing nobody else in the cramped little store. She doesn't even see anybody at the cash register, only a little bell on the desk... One that she could probably ring to summon assistance when she needed it.
She skims the shelves, three very important items in mind. The first one she finds under a section filled with Irish looking wares... A case of empty eggshells, preserved so they won't rot. The second, a bottle of dream suppressors... something she's been running low on... is equally easy to find.

It's the third item that she's having trouble with... Not only is it abnormally expensive, but it's trapped behind a glass case. Underneath the cash register, amidst other assorted weapons, is a shining silver dagger, with an engraving of the crucifix across the handle. She stares at it, on her knees, as the daunting price tag taunts her from it's glass prison.

"Can I help you?"

Courtney looks up from the dagger she's been staring at. Behind the counter, she notices that the apparent owner of this store has sat down. She takes him in, speechless. Before her sits a red and orange robe, with a body that ends at the shoulders... There's no neck or head, that she can see... Only a white mask, seeming to float where his face should be. She fumbles for words... Is it a trick of the light?

"D-Do you take credit cards?"

The mysterious stranger nods.

She points down to the dagger, on display behind the glass. The mysterous stranger hands her a key. "If you don't mind? I cannot touch anything down there."

Courtney hesitantly reaches for the key. Taking a deep breath, she takes it from his open palm. Forcing a smile to him, she kneels back down to the floor, and unlocks the glass case. She takes the silver dagger from it's display, expecting to feel some kind of extrasensory sensation from it... But feeling nothing of the sort. She stands up, and presents it to him to be cashed out.

The mysterious stranger takes only his key, and refuses to touch the rest. "Ninety seven hundred yen, even."

Courtney bites her lip. none of her items had been cheap. Even the eggshells, carefully hollowed, with a preservative that was quite rare, had run her almost fifteen dollars. The dream suppressors had been cheapest, at five.
Already working out in her head what she's going to say to her parents about her racking up such a heavy charge, she fishes around in her pocket for her wallet.

She hands him her card... He hands it back, along with a plastic bag... The transaction is complete.

Before her eyes, the clay mask shifts into a smile. Not wanting to see anymore, she turns around, lowers her head, and puts her merchandise away in her bag while walking briskly out the door.

[Enters from World Tree @ Mahora Academy]

Finding a suitable noodle bar, after a bit, Sébastien adjusted his jacket before taking a seat on one of the stools. Running his hair back over his head, most likely as a sign of stress, he sighed and reached into one of his inner pockets. Pulling out his wallet and phone, he placed them by his side before ordering his usual. Plain noodles...he was fussy about the food...never a fan of Japanese. Presuming Emily had followed him, he looked towards her and spoke. "Order what you want, I'll shout." Referring that he would pay for the expenses. He was used to paying for other peoples crap now anyway.

The smells really didn't bother him...or did he take notice to them. Far to many vexing matters on his mind. Perhaps that was why he had such a weak appetite? Who knows. Regardless, while they were waiting for the noodles to be presented to them, he took one of the paper towels from the small rack while pulling a pen from his inner jacket. "I'm sure you're in on the lingo of the...nature of our job." He was referring to the magic and all that magical crap that seemed to be drawn to this place like a fat kid to a pile of cakes. "And if instinct tells me right, serious s**t will go down." He proceeded to write down the number for his mobile/cell phone...whatever you want to call it. It was purely business, nothing more. Folding it, he slid it towards her. "Call me if you need backup." And in this environment, you needed allies.

"Probably should have given you the address...but it isn't hard to spot the French flag downtown." It stood out like a dogs balls in a rose field. As his eye caught the pills, he simply shrugged it off. Wasn't his business. He learned as a kid it was better to speculate with your life then question and be only holding onto it by a string. He didn't even make a reaction at it, he simply just looked back down at his phone, seeing it light up. It was ringing, but it was on silent and vibrate.

'Katherine'

Sighing, he held the top of his phone, switching the device off and simply pocketing it. "Putain salope stupide..." He muttered angrily under his breath. His daughter could wait until tomorrow or later tonight.

"Apologies...my ex-wife has been harassing me about child support and divorce settlement money that I'm still paying off. Even though she has a majority of my possessions and she was the one who went and slept with Prince Charming..." There was only a simple sigh that followed as he waved his hand up for a drink. He took a coke, simple as that. He didn't drink on the job. "I'll tell you this once...never marry an elf." Although hushed, it was still audible. "Biggest bunch of bigoted bastards you'll met. And this is coming from a French man." The last part was a chuckle as he took a mouthful of his drink.

Elves...they were an interesting lot. All about self preservation and the continuity of their race. He was lucky...lucky to get into that elf's cold frosted heart. It took years and the moment he went to Afghanistan her mothers talons get stuck into her and undoes years of work in maybe two months. Thank Christ he got custody of his daughter, or else he would have another b***h to add to the family. "The last nice thing she did was get me the job here. But I honestly think it was just to get me away from her...as well as my daughter whom I won custody over." He was kind of swilling the coke a bit before drinking it.