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[harrys_skull]

Who: Bob the Fae and YOU
Where: Around the Library
What: Bob got legs and hands and a moving mouth for Christmas
When: Just after the magic was worked until the end of the Holiday event
Warnings: Bob is a flirt and a bit of a trickster so guard your loved ones.


It had been such a long time since Bob had had anything remotely like hands and feet that it took him hours to relearn how to move and grip things again, but once he had figured all that out, Bob had explored for as long as his feet would let him learning every corner of the Library the same way everyone else did. He was also able to watch people in a different way, since most of them would see the dapper man with the white hair as a new patron not an old friend.

And Bob was going to take full advantage of this. Currently he was at the Market, poking around the stalls and chuckling to himself.

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[alec_lightwood]

After years of reading of reading the classics and more recently, reading Magnus' stories of London, Alec couldn't wait to look around the market. As soon as he looked like the proper Victorian gentleman and his runes were glamoured, Alec began wandering around, wondering how similar this London was to the one his ancestors had protected.

Occasionally, he saw one of the patrons and kept an eye on them until he was sure that they weren't going to get into trouble. It wasn't until he noticed a gentleman with white hair that he paused, and really looked at his surroundings. A Downworlder? Here? Maybe this was the London that Magnus had written about.

Alec told himself that he was overreacting. There were other realities with Downworlders. But he couldn't stop himself from following the Fae, trying to figure to see if he could figure out if this version of London was connected to his own world.

[harrys_skull]

Bob knew he was being followed as soon as it started happening. One was not a Winter Fae without learning how to watch ones back. You could wind up going in for a hug and get stabbed instead when you were as high up in Mab's court as Bob had once been. He wandered in and out of the crowds for a bit to test his shadow and yes if he was being honest screw with them just the tiniest bit. Bob wasn't bothering anyone after all, he was just out enjoying the day and people watching and being followed while doing that was rude.

[alec_lightwood]

He knew he was being rude. It could get him in serious trouble. The Fae pretended to be friendly to Shadowhunters but recent events made it dangerous to be around them. But in the Victorian era, things should be less tense between the Seelie and Nephilim. And, sometimes, curiosity overwhelmed Alec's good sense.

Wishing he had Jace with him, or that he possessed some of Jace's eloquence, he finally decided to approach the being. If he asked an innocent question, he shouldn't get into too much trouble with the Fae. "Good day, Sir. Please forgive me for interrupting, but can you give me directions to the London Institute?"

[harrys_skull]

Bob recognized the voice as soon as it spoke and he was feeling a bit torn. Alec was his friend and yet he was also making a very dumb mistake. Does he mess with Alec a little bit to teach him a lesson about poking at forces he doesn't understand or does he reveal himself and lecture Alec anyway? He turns and decides for the first option as he cools his tone of voice and thickens his already sharp British accent. "Americans always having to ask for directions when a map would do just as well," he says, "What do you want at the Institute that would would ask a complete stranger for help getting there?"

[alec_lightwood]

"The place that I'm asking about doesn't exist on most maps." Even if he was in the right version of London, he still wouldn't be able to find it on the average map. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous but probably not as bad as his last trip to visit the Seelie queen. "I would like to visit with my family." Pausing, he gave the being a wary look. Maybe his history lessons weren't as accurate as he'd hoped. Relations between Shadowhunters and the Fae might not be as friendly as he'd thought.

"Forgive me for disturbing you." Alec knew better than to reach for a weapon, but he was ready for a fight if he had to. He just hoped he wouldn't have to. "I thought that there were friendlier relations between my kin and yours."

[harrys_skull]

Bob shook his head. "Perhaps there could be," he said easily, "but I haven't been among my own kin for many centuries so I wouldn't know. You, however should know better then to mess with forces that could kill you Alec. I would have though you had better sense."

[alec_lightwood]

Could be... Maybe relations with the Fae here were similar to back home. Which meant that Alec was not someone who would be looked upon with kindness. Not when he'd killed a fairy knight and had threatened the Seelie Queen.

For some reason, the first thing he thought of saying was something more Jace-like than his usual nature. "I've been messing with forces that could kill me since I was ten years old." He sounded more confident than he felt but most of his worry was for the Mundanes around him. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

[harrys_skull]

"Of course you know my name," Bob replied, "well you know the name I was given. And you are used to seeing me a little less fleshed out...and limbless." He bows. "It's me Bob...this is what I looked like before I was cursed to become a magical laptop."

[alec_lightwood]

The tension bled out of him with a relieved sigh. He really hadn't wanted to fight anyone. He'd never had a problem with the Fae, except when they had tormented him and helped others hurt his family. Actually, he preferred not to fight at all if he could avoid it.

As the words sank in, he couldn't stop himself from staring. "Bob?" It took a few seconds for Alec to connect the skull that snarked at him and made lewd comments about his love life with the Fae standing in front of him. "Is the curse broken?"

[harrys_skull]

Bob wiggled his hand."Not exactly no," he said, "only Mab herself can break the actual curse as it was she I offended. This is a Christmas gift from Klaus and his spirits. A "thank you for all that you do" kind of thing.It will last as long as the holiday magic does and then I'm back to my old bony self again."

[alec_lightwood]

"You offended Mab. No wonder you and Magnus get along." At least Magnus hadn't gotten cursed when he did whatever it was that caused the Seelie queen to hate him. Not that Alec was probably a favorite of the Fae either.

"Maybe they can find a way to extend it beyond the holiday. The Librarians seem to have access to power beyond what's normal for our realities." Alec doubted that whatever Bob had done really merited being stuck as a spirit in a skull. The punishment seemed harsh but typical for the Fae.

[harrys_skull]

"Possibly, but I haven't asked," Bob says, "don't want to count my chickens as you mortals say. And yes I offended Mab, not the smartest move to make, but she used to find it funny when I did it to others in her court so I figured why not. And I found out why not in a rather large way."

[alec_lightwood]

He almost said something about immortality but thought better of it. The subject was still an uncomfortable one and he really wasn't sure if he wanted to know more about it. "I'm surprised all she did was curse you. I thought she killed anyone who annoyed her."

Wandering the halls?

[dog_of_the_sun]

Amaterasu was familiarizing herself with what she could of the Library. Certainly plenty of things that smelled cursed and wrong. She wasn't sure how yet, and she avoided going too far into areas that were obviously so, as it would drain her power fast. But this place needed help, so she would help.

But exploring was tiring, and Issun wasn't here to help with things either. Which meant Ammy had found a nice reading couch to curl up in and take a nap. Until her nose twitched, the scent odd but not unpleasant, and causing her sleepy mind to wake up. A sniff of the air, ears pricked forward, before she vacated the couch, shaking herself out.

Following this scent, coming to a tall gentleman with white hair. You sir, smell very interesting. Stopping a polite distance away and sitting tall, a 'whuff' in greeting, dark eyes watching him curiously.

Re: Wandering the halls?

[harrys_skull]

Bob smiles warmly. "Well hello there lovely," he says, "names Bob and I'm a Fae, well now I am normally I'm a bit less fleshy then this. Are you new?"

Re: Wandering the halls?

[dog_of_the_sun]

That made Amaterasu laugh soft, canine puffs of air. A grin on her face, and while 'fae' was a new word, she could guess enough from his scent and the way he said it, that he was a form of youkai. Perfectly acceptable to her, then, as she bowed in greeting.

Amaterasu. Yes, and it is nice to meet you. Painted in the air, before vanishing as suddenly as they appeared. Twitches from Ammy's tail, before it wagged lazily behind her.

Re: Wandering the halls?

[harrys_skull]

"Magical writing I'm very fond of doing that myself," Bob says easily writing "Hello" in fiery letters right in front of her. "I find it's the best way to think out loud."

Re: Wandering the halls?

[dog_of_the_sun]

Not quite what Ammy usually meant, but it was convenient enough. Especially as this place had enough ambient belief to make it possible for her to communicate that way. With no envoy, she had no one to help her express things otherwise.

Unless you also speak Canine, then this is the best way for me TO communicate at the moment. But the grace and easy he writes with is appreciated, as Ammy watches carefully. Then her head turns back up to him. Otherwise I would require far more belief to be able to speak.

Re: Wandering the halls?

[harrys_skull]

"I wouldn't be surprised if that actually happened," Bob says falling into step beside her, "people believe in the impossible around here pretty much every day."

Re: Wandering the halls?

[dog_of_the_sun]

Not simply belief in the impossible. Faith, specifically. There was a difference. That Amaterasu already manifested her markings that all might see them, within the Library,was a sign of the power at play to begin with. Not even just her own, but the power of the place.

SO like the Celestial Plains, and yet not.