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[katharina]

Clearly she had made Nicholaus uncomfortable, by mentioning his red eyes this straight forward. Especially because he had tried to hide them behind a glamour. Why can I never just not say the first thing that comes to my mind when I'm surprised, she chided herself. Tessa had tried over and over again to get rid of that annoying habit of hers, but apparently even when you had endless amout of time it was hard to break habits like that. All the same with her burning curiousity. Tessa would forever be asking questions about everything. She wondered wether it was like that for other immortals too, stuck forever in the personality they had had before being arrested in time. Surely that couldn't be true.

Then and there Tessa decided to put her ability to the test. She enjoyed talking to Nicholaus and even though she tried to keep her talent a secret it really wasn't. Downworld talked so what was the point. Surely soon enough someone would be putting a note in her letter box with an offer anyway. Her personal favourite to change into was Camille Belcourt. At first the icy cold of the vampire had been a little terrifying but Tessa had learned to apreciate the strength that came with it. Sadly Camille was out of the question as it was broad daylight and burning would not be a pleasant sensation. Tessa then decided to change into some random woman that she had changed into a few years back. Back then she had done it to try and learn more about her ability.

Idly she wondered what Nicholaus would see. Hyacinth had said that her disguise looked like a vapour of clouds below which she could still see the real Tessa. Maybe Nicholaus would only see the woman. She had not tried to fool faries again after Hyacinth.
Tessa calmed her thoughts and reached into her mind searching for that one particular light, locked within herself. It was like picking and chosing clothes from a big closet, as she had quite the collection of people now. She gave Nicholaus a smile and reached for the woman with her mind. Tessa let the change come over her. A tingling sensation covered her whole skin as it tanned notably. Her brown locks straightened out and lightened to a dark blond. With her now green eyes she looked at Nichlaus and flashed a smile.

"Don't you just love how you can get completely lost in the words of a book and imagne what your life would be like if that world would be yours to live in?", she asked with a heavy spanish accent and followed up with a giggle. Tessa had forgotten how silly that woman had been, finding everything endlessly hillarious and that, and inwardly rolled her eyes. Laughing she let the change fall off her and her own looks came back. She shuddered a little at the thought of having to have that kind of mind for a whole life, but she guessed that the woman herself had not realised how shallow she had been.

A ruefull look passed her face. "That was a bit random, not usually my style at all. I tend to have a better taste in people than that." Now Nicholaus would surely think that she had lost her mind, or find it interesting. Being a psychologist and all. "I promise you that I am not scizophrenic or anything. You probably have experience with people like that, huh? I find psychology extremely interesting, but I just always stuck with working in a bookstore, once I had started it."

[Nicholaus I. Diabolus]

The fay was a careful creature by many means. He barely talked about himself and more or less enjoyed talking about other people in the positive aspects of conversation. He never revealed how old he was and never... ever... did he tell what he was and what he had the ability to do. He considered himself a weak creature. Weak because he couldn't handle himself if he lost control and brought on influences like he had before. Some that caused many to die.

Talking with a woman like her however didn't really put him on edge, but he wondered if he may have ever run into her at one time or another if she was immortal and had been in new York until she was sixteen. He wouldn't have realized who she was at the time, but his memory was usually pretty good at remembering people. Oh well, he wouldn't dwell on it. He just didn't want to scare her away. Seeing as she was good company and made for interesting conversations of course. Especially since she worked in a bookstore.

Idly, he sat there without saying much else, allowing her enough time to speak and respond to what he said not too long ago. But after looking around, he looked back and caught sight of her changing her appearance. A look of confusion swept over him and he leaned away from her for a few moments until she appeared as a completely different person. In his immortal life, Nicholaus had seen a lot of really, really strange and scary things. And this, though it wasn't creepy or caught him off guard, it certainly made him wonder what she was doing.

His brow furrowed and he listened to her speak in a heavy Spanish accent, giggle and be a bit too giddy than she had been before. She wasn't fay, but she was able to disguise herself. Blinking, he tried to take a moment to understand what she did there as she became herself again. "Mind me asking what that was all about?" he wondered, asking her as he sat a bit straighter. Unlike most other fay, Nicholaus would try not to see through the glamour of others. Not unless he concentrated on it.

More so for the privacy of other fay than just to see what he could see that others couldn't. So seeing her glamour herself was possible because he just wasn't trying to see through anything. As if he wanted to be blinded by her disguise. "You're not fay, yet you can be someone else...How?"[/b] he asked. Boy had she got his curiosity going. When she promised she didn't have schizophrenia, he didn't doubt that at all. She just had powers that he had only seen in fay-kind.

"Every once in a while. My most common patient problems are manic depressives, suicidals, or anyone that can't seem to cope with life in general. The casuals that are just a step above really problematic mental patients. As the subject of psychology is interesting to you, working at a bookstore interests me. What bookstore is it, if I may ask?"[/b]

[katharina]

Probably not the most intelligent idea to change into that silly woman, was it? Tessa thought, wondering what Nicholaus was thinking of her now. "Well, actually I am not certain what that was all about myself. I have not met a fay for a very long time so I have one question to you, before I will gladly answer yours: What did you see?" Clearly he had seen something different about here, hence the reaction of asking her what had happened. Maybe her disguise actually worked on some fairies. Like there were different glamours, there must also be levels in the ability to see through them.

Tessa eyed Nicholaus with a quizzical look on her face. "Why would you think that I am not fay? I'm pretty sure that I have not said anything regarding my... kind." Besides, Tessa was positive that Nicholaus had never met a Warlock that was half Shadowhunter before. It just wasn't supposed to happen. Not even the brothers had been able to tell her what she was, back when she still had to learn a lot about the shadowworld. At that Tessa was painfully reminded of why she had come here today at all. Her eyes wandered over to the statue of the angel, the entrance to the silent city. It would have been so easy to enter the silent city and see Jem, even for a moment. The end would have probably been that they would have kicked her out again, as you did not pay visits to the brothers just for chit chat.

Tessa knew that she was not answering Nicholaus' questions and when people did that to her she got all stubborn about it. She had the intention of answering his questions later. Just now Tessa would at least answer the question of where she worked. "The store I work in is called 'Strand bookstore' on broadway. It actually seems to be quite popular. It sells second hand books and a lot of other stuff. It's a huge store. I quite like it there, but personally I prefere the small, crammed bookstores with so many books in a small space that it is almost overwhelming."

[Nicholaus I. Diabolus]

The fay man sat there, staring at the young immortal with a curious glance from her attempted disguise as another woman. How strange indeed. Growing up, Nicholaus had found humans far more fascinating, but perhaps this caught his fancy more because she was capable of trying to fool him with her own glamour. But again, it was a fay thing. Which she wasn't fay in the least.

When she started answering him, he didn't interrupt. But instead listened to the very sound and tone of her voice. As if he would hear something. Such as a lie. As if maybe she was trying to trick him for one reason or another. Nicholaus knew he made enemies through his long life and being careful was one way to avoid certain people that might be a threat to him. However, she seemed like a genuine person. Not someone he had to worry about.

When she asked him the question, he answered with truth. "I saw you change into another woman. And then back. You looked a little distorted however. But I could see what you were trying to do."[/b] he mentioned, sitting back on the bench comfortably. When she soon looked at him quizzically and asked her next question, Nicholaus tilted his head slightly and answered, blinking those brown eyes at her.

"I'm old enough to know the difference between someone who's a fay and someone who isn't, Miss Theresa. How I know doesn't matter. but it's a fay sense that tells me. And whatever your 'kind' is, you haven't mentioned it, but I know it's not exactly human and nowhere near fay."[/b] he mentioned, looking around them for a moment. He respected the night weather as it was. Exploring this whole part of the city may take forever and a day, but Nicholaus was curious enough to want to see it all for himself.

Though she didn't answer his question about 'how' right away, she did indeed answer his question about the bookstore. Knowing exactly which one she worked at now, he might just go in and take a look at the literature. But at the mention of liking smaller, crammed bookstores, he nodded. "Better chance in finding older books that you may have read before years past... And relive what it brings to your imagination."[/b]