It's always fun to lose control, blinded by the bright lights. (Open)

[honeyandwine]

After the Hydra incident, Tristan is trying to keep up business as usual, even with the damage done to the front of his shop. Currently, Riley's wonderful enchantment still resides, and Tristan finds himself reluctant to replace such a lovely concoction. So today, Tristan is working on making his wares extra special for customers. He's putting an extra effort to include as many comforting and cheering charms in his food and drinks, and he's offering free snacks/drinks to those who look like they especially need it.



He's in the middle of a newer cheering charm, mixing it into a banana cream pie, when suddenly, he mispronounces a word and an instant reaction of puffed smoke clouds into the air.



He turns to find a reflection of himself in one of his stoves, and he gapes.

"What in the hell?"

(OOC: The ~charm is going to last a bit, and it will keep making reappearances with new Hobbit footage/trailers/the new movie/etc. I regret nothing. >:D)

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[kennedyk]

"Only five bucks?" she comments, digging out her wallet and handing him a five dollar bill as she drops a tip in a tip jar. "Delicious coffee, pie, and a good price. I bet customers love you."

"Please, if I start all that, promise you'll take me to the hospital," Kennedy laughs. "That's good to hear. I sell supplies, my own pieces, and lessons, if you're interested."

Kennedy blinks and shakes her head, slapping on a smile. "Your face seems familiar. Must just have that look about you." She freezes again, a vision flashing across her eyes. She closes them and rubs her temples. "Do you have a pen?"

[honeyandwine]

"I try to keep people happy," he says with a shrug. And it's true; above all else, his goals are to make people happy.

"I promise," he assures her with a faux solemnity. "Really? That sounds awesome. I'd love to take an art class sometime."

He takes in the way she freezes and, so to speak, his witch senses are starting to tingle. "Yeah. Sure."

He reaches into a jar next to the register and offers her one of the pens he always keeps on hand.

[kennedyk]

"Good motto for a business."

She takes the pen with a thanks and grabs a napkin. She works fast--sketching the brief flashing of what she's seen. Sometimes when she draws a vision, Kennedy only sees the details and doesn't see the full image of the vision until she steps back from the finished piece, and she doesn't like the message of this one. She slides the napkin across the counter--it's image strikingly similar to one she's painted before, a young Asian woman, sleeping underneath the water.

"Do you know her?" Normally she hides her visions and draws them later, but she's seen this girl before. That man Bach recognized her. And the pie man in front of her triggered the vision. In her experience, that told her he would have something to do with the image on the napkin.

[honeyandwine]

Tristan doesn't say anything as he watches her sketch, getting the sense that she's one hell of an artist as a shape starts to form on the napkin. He leans over the counter to get a better look, and pales when he recognizes what appears to be Riley laying eerily still underneath the water.

"Riley?" He can't help but gape at the image, hoping it's just a mistake. He looks back up at the other girl. "How often do your drawings come true?"

[kennedyk]

She looks up at him. "The Hydra attacked, right? So...as far as I'm aware...that puts me at 90% accuracy. I rarely know when they'll happen, so that changes the percentage..."

[honeyandwine]

"You saw the Hydra attack before it happened?" He stares at her, horrified. "Oh, God. We need to tell Riley, so she can at least be prepared." He's trying not to panic but the thought of the picture this woman's drawn coming to life terrifies Tristan more than anything.

[kennedyk]

"Two weeks ago, actually." She nods and pats his hand--he seems genuinely concerned. "At least this time someone knows who it is. It doesn't have to come true. Do you know how to contact her?"

[honeyandwine]

"...Jesus, that's one hell of a gift," he says, rubbing his hand over his chin. "I don't have her number, actually, but she works at Coombs & Co., so it shouldn't be difficult to reach her."

[kennedyk]

"Yeah, and I never know the whens or wheres. I've seen her before, just her face. I have a painting in the shop that a man named Bach recognized of her." Kennedy shrugs. "I have no idea what that is."

[honeyandwine]

"As a witch, you'll want to know it," he tells her. "They sell all sorts of herbs and potions, some charms, too, for those in need of them. And actually, I do need to visit there, considering..." He gestures to himself.

[kennedyk]

"Oh really? Sounds like a must-see." See appraises him again. "Really? This is such a good look. But you're right, should visit and tell the girl about my drawing. If she'll believe me."

[honeyandwine]

"I don't know how I feel about having permanent platinum hair," he says dryly.

"Yes, actually, if you wouldn't mind coming with me, I can take my break now and head over? She should know as soon as possible."

[kennedyk]

"I'll always remember you this way," she teases, grabbing up her coffee and box of pie. "I'd be happy to come along. Lead the way, my king."

[honeyandwine]

He blushes at the 'my king.' "And you're going to call me that forever, aren't you?"

He maneuvers around the counter, placing a 'be back in half an hour' sign over the register, and walks with her towards the door.

"My real name is Tristan, by the way."

[kennedyk]

"I think I kind of have to, yeah," she grins as she follows him out the door. She tucks the box under her arm, cupping the coffee with both hands to feel its warmth and takes another long sip. She feels calmer already. "Oh, Tristan? Fancy name. I'm Kennedy."

[honeyandwine]

"Yeah, my parents were really fond of the whole 'eloquent, potentially future embarrassing' name thing," he says as they walk, heading in the direction of Coombs & Co. "Kennedy, huh? Kind of fancy yourself."

[kennedyk]

"At least your parents were trying to sound 'eloquent'. It matches the schtick right now," she grins. "Mine probably saw a special on JFK right after I was born." She shrugs and looks around as they start to slow down. Looking over the place, Kennedy decides she likes Coombs & Co. From the outside at least. She points at it. "This the place?"

[honeyandwine]

"Kennedy sounds pretty modern and suave, though, you have to admit," he points out. "Especially for the name of an artist."

They pause in front of Coombs & Co. which, Tristan realizes, he has yet to go into himself.

"Yes, this is it," he says, opening the door and holding it open for her.

[kennedyk]

"Well when you put it that way, I'll take it," she says with a grin. She looks up at the sign over the door before stepping inside and when she does, she gawks at everything. It's like something ripped straight from the pages of a book. An old apothecary with walls lined with bottles of all shapes and colours.

And there behind the counter is the girl from her pieces. Kennedy is still weirded out by meeting the people in her paintings, so when the girl looks at Tristan questioningly, she very happily pushes him to take the lead.

[honeyandwine]

"Oh my God, I should have brought a pie or at the very least, some hot chocolate," Tristan says, smacking himself in the forehead at his own lack of foresight. Especially considering the conversation they were about to have. Blushing, he realizes both Kennedy and Riley probably think him a right idiot right about now.

"But, er," he begins again, attempting to run a hand through his hair before remembering how long and unmanageable it is. "We need your help with two things. One, I need something to help reverse this charm that backfired in the kitchen," he says, gesturing to himself. "And more importantly, this girl, Kennedy, drew a picture of you drowning and she has pretty accurate visions."

His voice goes soft with concern at the last part and he chews on his lip, looking at Riley worriedly.

"I was worried and thought you should know."

[jiyunnies]

It's a lot to process. Tristan's transformation blocks out her hearing for a moment and she asks, "What charm were you trying to use?" She looks him up and down, thinking of what she has or can make that will reverse whatever he did. It's only then that she registers something about drowning and a vision. He's looking right at her and Riley glances around him to see a small brunette nodding her head sagely. "But--again?" she asks, making a clear 'I don't want this' face before she looks at Tristan and softens. "You were worried?"

[honeyandwine]

"An extra potent cheering charm, considering recent events," he admits, still trying to run his hand through his hair. "Again?" He looks at her, alarmed now. "Of course I was worried," he admits, blushing more. "You're my favorite witch, how can I not worry?"

[jiyunnies]

"Oh, oops. At least you look very regal?" Riley gives him a reassuring smile before stepping out from behind the counter. She starts to climb the ladder hooked to the shelves, looking for a potion she hopes might help. "I can't swim. I almost drowned when we first moved to Siren Cove over five years ago. Owen Phillips jumped in and rescued me," she frowns, remembering the man in the hospital.

When she finds the bottle she's after, Riley grabs it and turns to sit on one of the slats on the ladder, handing a clear bottle to Tristan. The liquid is a green pearlescent colour. She blushes when he calls her his favourite witch and smiles again, even though this probably shouldn't be something to smile about. "Well hopefully I live up to that and can get you back to your old self. But this vision's of the future?"

Kennedy watches the two, her eyes and smile widening before she answers. "I've only seen the future before."

[honeyandwine]

His grin widens at the compliment, and he has to momentarily look down to keep his blush in check. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind for the next royal ball I attend," he winks at her, chuckling.

"You almost drowned?" He asked, face becoming serious at the thought of Riley almost dying as he takes the bottle of potion, a lovely shade of green that makes Tristan think of spring.

"Have you seen anything else that might relate to that vision?" Tristan asks, struck by a sudden thought.

[jiyunnies]

"As long as Grant Middleton's in town, you'll always have an occasion for it." She wrinkles her nose and smiles at the wink before nodding. "I don't go into the water. I only go on the beach if I'm with someone. So why would I be in danger again?"

Kennedy blinks, pulling the napkin with her drawing out of her pocket again. "I drew everything I saw," she explains, examining her sketch, then her memory flickers to the paintings currently on display in her shop. "I painted a portrait of Riley three days ago. Nothing off about it. The same day, I painted one of the boardwalk with explosions in the sky."