Alessandra De Luca, or Piper Allison as she was once (and still) known as, couldn't remember the last time she'd actually been to Sephora. These days, it wasn't exactly a place she regularly frequented since the last thing she was really focused on was makeup or skincare. Still, she'd a little time to waste before she met a contact down the street about a particular grimoire she'd had her sights on.
Les was looking at the different perfume options when she could sense something that wasn't there before. She lifted her head from a bottle of Versace perfume when she noticed a young woman walking straight through the doors of Sephora. Not opening them, as you do, but straight through them like a ghost would. Only, she didn't sense this young woman was a ghost. She was much more focused than your normal spirit.
Well, that's fun.
She'd wait to see what the other girl did before making a move. Just because she had once been some sort of "chosen one" with Jordan, didn't mean she needed to make everyone's problems her own. Not when she had bigger fish to fry these days.
Les tucked a package of the perfume into her basket before drifting toward the makeup section, only looking and not intending to buy anything at all. Which lead her closer to the young woman who'd entered the store. She tried to get a sense of exactly what she was - perhaps some form of astral projection? It wouldn't be the first time she'd seen something like it - it has been a while though.
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Les was looking at the different perfume options when she could sense something that wasn't there before. She lifted her head from a bottle of Versace perfume when she noticed a young woman walking straight through the doors of Sephora. Not opening them, as you do, but straight through them like a ghost would. Only, she didn't sense this young woman was a ghost. She was much more focused than your normal spirit.
Well, that's fun.
She'd wait to see what the other girl did before making a move. Just because she had once been some sort of "chosen one" with Jordan, didn't mean she needed to make everyone's problems her own. Not when she had bigger fish to fry these days.
Les tucked a package of the perfume into her basket before drifting toward the makeup section, only looking and not intending to buy anything at all. Which lead her closer to the young woman who'd entered the store. She tried to get a sense of exactly what she was - perhaps some form of astral projection? It wouldn't be the first time she'd seen something like it - it has been a while though.