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Sofya and Mock

Feb 19th, 2020
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  1. Mock: Naturally, Mock took off any jewelry he had on while he worked on cars. The strange ring he'd traded for last night was in his pocket until he washed his hands and slipped it back onto his pinky; the girl he'd traded with had told him about something called a veil, and any part of his mind that wasn't occupied with cars and their care had been thinking about it. Was a veil for a person? A place? A concept? Did it always apply, and what did it have to do with horoscopes? Maybe he should phone his mum and ask her about it. She was always into that kind of thing. Although the way things were going, he would not be surprised if this was a bit beyond her. His shift was ended, and he was pleasantly tired, as one tends to be after a day of hard work. His hands were washed of grease and oil, although a spot of it at his temple had escaped his notice, and he leaned outside the auto-shop for a breath of fresh air and relative quiet. Relative, because his world was really never truly quiet. If that day came, he may panic.
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  3. Sofya: Being a new to town, the women would be shy to anyone that came near her. Making her way through the forest and pasted a boutique. She never saw the point in having that kind of thing. Fancy dresses were for rich people. Soon she'd turn up to an auto repair shop. Though she felt someones presence there, even though she was a human; she felt someones personal bubble. Auras. She was extremely emphatic. Having her headphones inside playing her favorite story in her small ears. Passing the entrance and leaned up against the wall with her eyes closed. Soon sitting on the ground and brought her gray hood over her onyx strands. Tucking her i-pod in the only pocket in the hoodie. Softly yet strongly singing to the tone, "Deep in the sleep of exhaustion, the soldier did fall, and he dreamed. He found himself walking the land of Niflheim where things are indeed as grim as they seem. His courage held fast, he continued to the hall where the mistress of that realm did dwell. There sat Lady Hel, in her fearsome estate." ( https://youtu.be/a6g2bq95NsA ) Anyone would hear it, know that she held this story very dearly to her heart. It was soulful and full of emotions.
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  5. Mock: For the most part, Mock was staying out of the way, and minding his own business. There were no cars coming through to use the gas pumps at the second, and he was downwind of the gasoline scent. He did, however, hear the scampering of feet nearby. At that, he looked up. The garage was closed for now, but he didn't see or hear a car nearby, so they may simply be scouting the shop for snacks or trying to catch Josephine after hours to chat her up. The figure passed him after a moment, and he didn't look directly at their face, but his peripheral vision was practiced enough that he could see where they went to go sit, and sing. He wasn't particularly attuned to what was strange behavior, himself, but he did know that most people were near the shop for one reason: a car. The scheduling didn't line up, but there was the possibility that she was waiting for hers. Debating whether to approach her, Mock rocked on his heels for a second or two before stepping just a step closer. "Are you here for your car?" He wasn't quite sure if he was speaking loudly enough for her to hear him, but he was trying.
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  8. Sofya: Once the song had ended, she had caught a voice asking if she was there for her car. Opening her gaze and taking her earphones out, she saw that he was getting close to her. Gasping in surprise, she'd back up into the other garage door to the establishment making her grunt after. Lifting herself off the ground and looked at him shyly. Her bright ice irises were shown to him behind her onyx strands. Pale skin. Wearing her grey hoodie with worn down jeans along with black boots under. Carrying a bag over her shoulder onto her hip that carried herbs for making essential oils from scratch to sell to shops whenever she can. Also having crystals and spare clothes of hers. A wallet with very light cash and her id in it. She had been traveling from town to town for a long while and now she was in front of someone. The last town she was in and met someone, he was rather scary. Thought she took his locket when she had just found it on the ground in the forest. She hated when people yelled. Bringing her headphones into the pocket and gulped nervously. Shaking her head at his words, "N-no...I just wanted to see the older cars...." Pausing and looked as though she was about to turn on her heels to go running. "I like older cars but I can go if you don't want me here." Being polite but also worried that she had trespassed onto the grounds.
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  11. Mock: Mock didn't come any closer. He hadn't meant to startle her, but he understood how random things or movements could trigger a startle reflex. He wasn't even 5 and a half feet, hardly intimidating, but a stranger was a stranger, and while he had no experience being of the fairer sex, he had heard that the presence of a man when one wasn't expected could be upsetting. As a self-comforting gesture of his own, he wrapped his arms around himself. His eyes weren't focused on hers, and they never were with strangers- rarely even people he was very familiar with. His current scent of oil and grease and machinery would contrast hers interestingly. Why wouldn't he want her here? Or have an opinion about someone's presence, if they weren't troubling him? "It isn't my shop. I work here. I think there might be some older cars in the parking lot... We worked on some earlier. But I'm not sure if their owners have picked them up, yet."
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  13. Sofya: Hearing his reply that he just worked there and wasn't the owner, she turned to look at him with a shy nod. "I-I...understand." She began before fully facing him. Holding onto her bag strap tightly, not minding the scents around her nor what was going on in the shop. Seeing the ring on his pinky, she was quick to take his hand before examining it closely. A sudden smile came over her lips. "This is gorgeous." Knowing exactly what it was for and what it stood for. Though when she realized she had taken his hand, she gasped to herself before letting go of it. Taking two steps backwards and looked away. "I-I'm sorry....I-I just know that ring. I study talismans and old cultures....well and also learned old languages by my old teacher before my father told him to go away...." Mumbling the last bit to herself before locking her gaze with him worriedly. "It...It won't happen again I promise." The male would be able to tell she was scared that she was going to get yelled at or smacked. Even had her hands up against her chest in a defensive way.
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  15. Mock: The energy that coursed through Mock's body and seemed to make him so restless all the time was a bit of a double edged sword. On one hand, it was easy enough for him to snap, in some way. That rarely, if ever, took the form of violence or tantrums but he could withdraw into something unhealthy and incomprehensible fairly easily. On the other hand, things he didn't expect could be invigorating, or dealt with in a healthy way. He sucked in his breath when she took his hand, surprised, even if he didn't show it by jumping or startling. Instead, she'd find later that her ipod had turned off without her permission. So had Mock's phone, and he would find the same when he took it out. Mock, on the other hand, was speechless. When she released his hand he took it back and looked the ring over again to see if she was seeing something he had missed. It was a delicate little celtic knot, thought to trap and keep bad energy. Mock didn't know anything about that. It was from a fair trade, shiny for shiny. "A-a talisman?" Was that what it was? He gave another quizzical look and was about to inquire more but she was shrinking back from him. "It's okay, I just- are you hurt?" There was a disconnect. He could tell she was acting unusually, in a way that wasn't good, but he couldn't tell why, exactly. All the same, he was concerned. "Is it the fumes? You should move away from the gas station. It's not good for the head."
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  17. Sofya: When he seemed confused what a tailisman was and yet so concerned for her, it made her stop what she was doing and really "read" him. Taking a good look at his body language as to see that he wasn't normal. There was something about him that was just off. The moment when he asked if she was hurt, she snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. "I was worried you'd get angry at me." Sofya softly began before letting herself settle down. Moving to where she was on the opposite side of him, away from the gas station but kept her distance away from him. "A talisman is an item that can be used with magic. From what I see there, the trinity knot also known as the triquetra, is used for protection. Family, becoming one. Unity. It's also amazing for banishing bad energy hence the protection bit." Being clear on her wording but also letting her nerdy knowledge be split. Bringing a piece of her hair that landed in front of her face behind her ear and inside her hoodie. Realizing she hadn't spoke her name to him, she whimpered at herself. "I'm sorry, where are my manners...my name is Sofya. It's a pleasure to meet you." Not offering her hand but still was being polite.
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  19. Mock: It was true that he could have gotten angry at her, some people would really be upset about sudden touch. But he didn't make the connection between that and violence for an honest mistake, even if it did incite anger; he simply nodded, as if he understood, and turned it over in his head. What he did seem to realize was that she was keeping her distance. That didn't offend him, as he tended to do the same until he got to know someone. He actually liked touch quite a bit, but it took a bit to trust that someone wouldn't use it to purposely set him off; he also tended to touch others without thinking, either with his hands, or by leaning against them. But since she still seemed to be addressing him- and to be extra sure she wasn't going to simply pass out or keel over- he followed her at what he thought to be a respectful distance, head canted slightly as though to get the most out of what he was hearing. More 'occult stuff', as he'd been calling it. He couldn't escape it, although he wasn't trying. Yet it was building up around him, undeniably. He knew patterns, and this was a pattern. He had sought information out, and now, it seemed to seek him out. He wasn't sure yet how he felt about that. But he wouldn't turn the education down by any means. He also appreciated the way she spoke, concisely and informatively. Sound bites, easy to fully digest. "Really? I had no idea... I traded someone for it." His thumb brushed over the pinky as she changed gears, and he forced himself to do the same. "Oh- your manners are fine. I call myself Mock." It was true, he did. "Are you sure you're okay?"
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  21. Sofya: Mock? Why Mock out of all things? She wondered. She'd just simply nod at it, though when he asked again if she was okay; the women would smile with a nod. "Yes I am okay, I promise." She began. She'd then sigh and looked away for a moment before letting herself explain. "I came from a rough family. If I did things wrong, I'd get punished." Bringing her arms out to him and lifted her sleeves on her jacket to show all the cigarette burns along with cuts scars all over her arms. Long enough for him to see and soon covered them after a few moments. "So when I accidentally touched your hand without permission, it brought me back to the punishments..." Once she finished explaining, she had hoped he'd understand what she meant so he could understand why she went almost in protection mode. Not wishing to explain more than that for now. Just enough for him to understand but not as questions further. "I really am sorry I touched your hand without consent...I promise it won't happen again."
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  23. Mock: Seeing the marks on her arms gave Mock a visceral reaction; a shudder crawled through his skin like someone had pressed a knife to his throat and his face contorted in disgust and confusion, for a moment. The context barely mattered- autism and quirks notwithstanding, he was an empathetic soul in his own way, and the marks weren't ones of good, happy things. But of course, learning the context did make a difference. It at the very least made him grateful for his own parents, individuals who had awoken one day to find their son half-dead, so the story went. In reality, the child wasn't theirs at all. His own childhood was rough, but that was a matter of circumstance, on not of terrible, terrible people. Naturally, he didn't know quite what to say. People with a much better command of diplomacy probably wouldn't, but he looked sour, and shook his head. "No, it's okay. I appreciate the apology, but I wasn't going to hurt you." At the very worst, he would have retreated within- unless she had continued to hassle him physically. But that hadn't happened, and it was unlikely to. He thought he understood her concerns, and hoping it would put her at ease, kept his distance to where it was. No need to purposely antagonize someone. "They're not here, are they?" Just so they were clear. Someone that mean would be someone he'd want to avoid, too.
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  25. Sofya: Hearing that his words and saw that his concern. She gulped as soon as she heard his question if they were there, she repeatedly shook her head. "No, thank the gods."
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