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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 25, 2016 19:05:14 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"]  How was it that they thought him to be the best person for this kind of errand? Patrolling the market so as to ensure no wizard or witch was making any infractions against the wizarding laws of MACUSA? The Winter Market seemed rather frivolous to him, in Nic's opinion. Nic really didn't want to be shouldered with this task, when he had cases to investigate and tedious paperwork to fill out. But, his superiors had strongly urged him to at least take a break, enjoy some of what the Winter Market had to offer. "Come on, Chamberlain, just ease up, will ya?
Besides, you never know when one of 'em might be hiding in the crowd, so it'll be good if you're there to catch 'em anyway." One of them had noted, as if to convince him to get out of his rather messy excuse of an office that was filled with piles of paperwork. Well, Nic'd been convinced enough to crawl out of his office anyhow, and found himself striding through the sidewalk towards the already bustling square, his head ducked low with the top collar of his gray wool peacoat propped up to block the cold breeze from his neck. Might as well see if there was anything good to buy as a gift for his mother. To be honestly speaking, he rather didn't like Christmas or anything that even remotely reminded him of it, for it only pulled up the painful memory of his Christmas break many years ago that had been absent of his father's presence. That had been the beginning of everything, leading to his resolute decision to apply for an Auror once he'd graduated from Ilvermorny, and awkward family Christmas dinners. Sure, it'd caused some strains in his relationship with his mother, who'd fervently begged him to not become an Auror, but he'd been so fueled by anger and determination that he wasn't going to let anything stop him now. At the thought of his father, Nic's brow twitched slightly, pulling into a small frown, and he exhaled as he began to maneuver his way through the shopping district, with the bright, lively chatter of the pedestrians clamoring in the air around him. As the Auror strolled through the square, the breeze gently fluttered against the bottom flaps of his jacket, brushing against his dark jeans that barely gave any warmth to his legs. His pea coat had been left unbuttoned, revealing the dark navy vest that was buttoned over a light blue buttoned up shirt and a gray tie that matched his overcoat. Pinned to the tie was a button that had the symbol of the MACUSA on it. No-Majs wouldn't recognize it, only to dismiss it as merely decorative, but those of the wizarding community would certainly recognize it. "Some hot apple cider, sir?" A young girl's voice called to him from the peripherals of his hearing, which drew his attention towards the stall where free hot apple cider was being offered. Arching a brow, Nic paused in his trek, mulling over whether or not he should accept the offer. But catching the expectant look in the little girl's eyes eventually weakened his resolve and he swiveled on his foot to stride up to the stall with a small, polite smile. "Yeah, sure, that'd be great," came the robust voice that rumbled from his chest and Nic extended his right hand to grasp the small paper mug that the hot apple cider had been poured into. His other hand pushed into his jacket pocket-where his No-Maj money was often kept-before it relinquished a twenty-dollar bill for the girl to accept. "Oh no, it's-" But he simply shook his head and pushed it into her palm. "Take it, kid. I'm in the generous mood," he gave a gentle nod and a reassuring smile before he turned on his heel, nursing a sip of his drink and savored the warmth that burned down his throat. Just then, he caught some movement within a nearby stall, where flower petals fluttered from the flower stall. Did he just see-? A flicker of someone's face changing. He wasn't sure, as it could've just been his imagination and people were moving pretty fast around him. Nonetheless, Nic's gaze narrowed slightly as he began pushing his way across the throng of people, before he finally pushed out of the crowd and stopped in front of the flower stall, careful to not spill any of the hot apple cider from his cup. "How much for one of these?" Nic called out, nodding his chin towards a basket of roses as he brushed his free hand against the soft petals.
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 25, 2016 19:30:29 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Okay so maybe he shouldn't have been using his powers, maybe he should have stuck to looking the same for the whole shift and just gone about his job as normal. But there were so many people and they were moving so fast, no one was going to notice were they? He and Tish had been working the stall together for the last hour, so it was her turn to go on a break and leave Isam unattended. Already a terrible idea.
He had dressed in his normal work uniform, black skinny jeans, black canvas shoes and a white shirt and with an outfit so plain it only made sense that he would spruce up his appearance to seem more approachable. If he saw someone coming through the crowd that he thought he could persuade he would duck behind the cash table and quickly transform into someone he thought they would like. He had won over a particularly giggly group of middle-aged women by appearing as a top male model, muscles and all. Ten bouquets of flowers he had sold. Ten. In one transaction. He managed to stop a grumpy business man by unbuttoning his shirt a little and turning into a page three busty blonde. Men didn't buy flowers from other men, well, this man certainly didn't. Tish had warned him to reign it in, that he was going to get caught. But they were surrounded by no-maj's, they wouldn't see magic if it bit them on the nose. So he assumed he would be safe.
And who would be out patrolling for magic anyway? He was pretty sure the government had more important things to do.
As Tish vanished into the crowd, Isam moved slightly so he could look at his appearance in the small mirror they had at the back of the stall. He was mostly back to normal, except his hair had dots of white in it to mimic snow and his freckles were faded slightly - he had never really liked them. Frowning he leant into the mirror and wriggled his nose, making it slimmer and more delicate on his face. He also started playing around with his jaw line when a voice from behind quickly made him stop.
A dollar fifty, the fifty goes to charity, Isam said, the words rolling off his tongue as if he had said it a hundred times. Or you get five for five dollars and two go to charity.
Isam smiled and smoothed down the front of his shirt, quickly buttoning up the top two he'd undone from earlier. Is it for someone else? Because we also do ribbons and bows and stuff like that, oh and cards.
It was then he noticed the man's badge and all colour faded from his face. But he didn't add anything else, maybe the man hadn't noticed. Maybe he was still safe.
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Pure-blood
MACUSA
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 25, 2016 19:59:35 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] A brow rose slightly as he regarded the young man's appearance, taking note of how he'd been focused on the mirror while playing with the features of his face, but simply decided to bide his time as Nic listened to the words roll off his tongue, almost dropping from his lips in a sing-song manner. At the question of whether the flower was for someone, Nic paused for a moment and stared at the petal he'd brushed his fingers against, as the visage of his best friend immediately came to mind, but he mentally shook it off by lifting a shoulder up in a shrug. "Something like that," he commented as he scratched at the faint stubble on his chin and glanced at the young man before him. Just then, he'd noticed the faint surprised look in the young man's eyes, and at once, the Auror knew he'd clocked the recognizable badge pinned on his tie. Ah-ha, there it is, his mind went. Nic had to admit that one of the perks of being an Auror was knowing that being an authoritative figure of the government struck some fear into the people he'd encountered. Certainly helped make catching people easier. Glancing around the flowers that were on display, he then placed his drink down on the table and waved his hand towards several flowers. "I'll take three roses and two daisies," he casually returned, as if pretending he hadn't seen the obvious, albeit minor display of magic. He wasn't going to punish him for that, really, considering that he himself was a Metamorphmagus and he'd done some reckless back in his youth using his Metamorphmagus abilities. While the young man would be busy attending to his order, Nic then moved to pat against his pockets, as if busying himself with finding his wallet. Then, in a low voice that only the other would be able to catch, Nic once more spoke up as he pulled out several dollar bills from his pocket. "Just out of curiosity, are you registered with us?" He inquired, with both brows raised, as he slid over five dollars towards the young man.
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 25, 2016 20:35:05 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam could feel his heart speeding up in his chest and he absentmindedly rubbed his hands together as if it would distract him enough. He quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, willing time to speed up so Tish could come back and rescue him. But she had only been gone five minutes. He blinked and quickly nodded, grabbing the flowers and putting them on the table, wrapping them up in a brown paper bag with a simple string to keep it in place.
Would you like a ribbon or...or something? he said, hoping that his voice wasn't giving away his nervousness. But it probably was. But then what was the worst that could happen? He could just transform and move, and he was pretty sure Alanza would keep him hidden away. He took a deep breath and held onto the flowers and looked up at the man who seemed to be looking for his wallet.
Maybe he would just pay and go. Pay and not bother Isam and just let him get on with his life.
But no.
Isam's breath hitched. R-registered? he asked, faking naivety and tapping his foot slightly behind the desk. I'm not sure I quite follow you, he added, trying to steady himself to make it sound a lot more convincing.
Isam had come from Pakistan when he was younger, managed to get into Ilvermony despite not being an American citizen and not having the right papers. The school had protected him from the law, and he had managed to live the last few years completely under the radar. So not only was he an unregistered metamorphmagus, he was also an illegal immigrant. Sliding his hand down under the table he moved it into his pocket where his wand was hidden. Gripping it for comfort he smiled politely and totalled the coast of the flowers, slowing the man the amount on the cash register.
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 25, 2016 21:46:32 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] It was becoming quite clear that the young man had become nervous, judging from the visible nervousness that soon ghosted over his youthful features. For whatever reason, Nic wondered, but that question was answered when he'd been given that look of confusion as the kid deflected his question about being a registered Metamorphmagus. "No, no ribbons please. Likes it simple, the one I'm getting the flowers for," Nic shook his head, giving a tight-lipped, polite smile when asked whether or not he wanted a ribbon to go along the flowers he'd purchased. As he reached for the flowers and slid over the money, Nic couldn't help but clock the man's hand reach under the table. No doubt for the wand, he surmised, gauging from the nervous appearance. He wasn't a mind-reader, but he'd met enough criminals in his lifetime to figure out their line of thinking whenever it came to situations like this. It was almost predictable, expecting the other to instinctively reach for their wand. Was he going to have to do this the hard way? The last thing he really wanted on his hands was a fight breaking out on his hands and risking the exposure of magic right smack dab in the middle of a public place, when there was a huge presence of No-Majs here. No, he needed to keep this situation as contained as possible, as he fixed a stern look upon the young man standing behind the cash register. "No? Well, I'm sure you signed some papers in regards to your...condition," he dryly quipped, as he instinctively willed his irises to change through a myriad of colors for several moments before they melted back into their normal mahogany hues. "Right?" He then calmly waved his hand at the bag of flowers that Isam was holding for him to hand it over, acting as if he hadn't just subtly, but outright, shown some magic, revealing his nature as a Metamorphmagus. "I wouldn't bother pulling that stick out of yours, by the way," came the low warning, that was faintly disguised by the small, polite smile that was affixed to his lips. However, he found himself lowering his arm, ready to flick his wrist to slide his hidden wand from within his sleeve into his palm if he needed to.
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 25, 2016 22:07:39 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam clenched his teeth together, watching the man's every detail. As if it was going to build up some case against him. Not that Isam had any real idea of how the law worked. He nodded and slid the flowers over and too the money, still a little unsure as to how no-maj money really worked. Especially in America. Tish had given him the low-down but he wasn't completely confident in his abilities.
He wondered briefly who the person on the receiving end of the flowers was. A lover? A friend? Isam didn't want to pry, but he couldn't help his own curiosity sometimes. So for a moment he was lost in the world he had created for the man with the recipient of the flowers. He almost forgot his nerves.
Almost.
The eyes flashed through all colours and Isam gained some idea of the person in front of him. A metamorphmagus, so that was why he had been sent. Like some cheap deal to get Isam to hand over his life. To give up his freedom. His eyes narrowed as the man spoke, his hand moving from his wand and onto the table between them. He chewed on his lower lip, eyebrow raising as he leant over the table slightly.
Right, he echoed, half answering the man's question. He could lie, say he had signed up to be vetted by the government. Signed up to be monitored and watched all through his life.
So now what? I've told you I signed the papers, you've done your bit to threaten me, told me off or whatever. Is that it? Can we go about our days and never see each other again.
Isam paused and rested his elbow on the table and his head in his hand. I usually get people to pay when I'm supposed to be submissive, he added, trying to keep a stoic expression on his face.
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 25, 2016 22:41:19 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] Needless to say, Nicandro found himself slightly more amused than annoyed as he studied the kid's movements and actions. Slightly. Really, what could he do? He wasn't some whistleblower and in no way was he going to waste his time in dragging some disgruntled kid all the way back to MACUSA. Besides, he had more important things he could do as an Auror than catch some illegal unregistered magical creature. But a part of him was a bit concerned about the kid, although he did have the option of just leaving the kid be and go on his way. Accepting the items that had been given to him, Nic held the bag containing the flowers in his left arm, and reached for his cider drink that he'd left on the table. Upon hearing the kid gruffly respond to him, as if eager to get him to leave, the Auror couldn't help but let out a low snort, refraining himself from rolling his eyes. "Oh. that wasn't a threat. Just a suggestion, but I can see why you'd take it as a threat," he noted with a calm precision, lifting a shoulder up in a shrug. "So you wouldn't mind showing the papers to me, then?" He suggested, before taking a sip of his drink, which had somewhat cooled a bit. Then his brows rose upwards when he caught wind of the young man's words. Okay, so his mind couldn't help but briefly flicker towards a dark corner of his mind as a rather scandalous thought that ran across his mind. "Submissive? What exactly are you implying here?" As he spoke, his face was stony, an impassive mask affixed to his robust features that hid his thoughts. It helped that he was an Occlumens, instinctively putting up a shield over his mind like a brick wall. "Just exactly how do you get people to pay you when you're supposed to be 'submissive'?" He quietly questioned, as he lowered the cup from his lips and leaned forward slightly.
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 25, 2016 23:04:46 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam eyed the drink, half tempted to just take it and down the whole thing to get himself under control. Alcohol would certainly improve the whole situation. But he couldn't drink on the job, no matter how much he might want to at that moment - or that moment when his ex had appeared in the shop, that was an alcohol moment.
Isam's lip curled into a smile when the man asked about the papers. What you expect me to carry them around? They're back at my apartment, he said softly, figuring that was a reasonable answer. Why would he carry magical papers to a no-maj event? And even if they were back at his apartment, he had no reason to let the man in unless he had a warrant. So he was safe, right? From prying eyes. If nothing else, it gave him time.
Then the man had latched onto Isam's last statement and he secretly sent up a thank you to whatever deity was watching over him in that moment. His smile grew and he added a second elbow to the table, having his head rest in both of his hands. Now that's a dangerous question to be asking, he teased slightly, making sure that it looked like they were in a deep conversation to deter people from interrupting. You want me to roll over and do whatever you want, because you're the boss, right? The paperwork police, he added with a slight smirk.
You see our ability is pretty useful when you can become someone's dream. Become literally anyone. Though I suppose you're too prim and proper to even think about using it like that. But it's hard to get a decent job that pays, he began with a slight shrug. You see people offer a bit of money to spend some time with their dream girl, or guy. He was trying to be vague, but give over enough information that the man understood.
You've never done that? he added with a questioning look, No, I suppose not. You're not that kind if man, are you? he added slowly running his tongue over his lower lip. Hoping that this was the train of conversation they were going to take. Not the one involving paperwork.
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 25, 2016 23:38:28 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] Oh that was definitely a proposition, and one end of his lips twitched slightly before it straightened into a stern expression. Rolling his eyes at his words, Nic gave a snort, and balanced his weight on one foot as he kept his attention focused on the young male, who was now regarding him with a rather shameless, playful grin dancing upon his lips. Oh, this kid really had no idea. Memories of soft laughter and heated skin against his own underneath the covers came flooding back to the front of Nic's mind. "Paperwork police, that's a good one." he muttered, giving a wry chuckle as he balanced his weight back on both of his feet. Although the statement wasn't too far off from the truth. There was a lot of paperwork that Aurors had to deal with. He had to admit, though, that the young one wasn't bad looking himself, as he studied the male's features, noting the small freckles that dotted across the youth's cheeks. Young and pretty. Placing his cup aside on the table again, Nic let a small smirk slowly bloom across his own lips and leaned over the table so that his face was near the other male's face. Almost close enough to kiss. Peering through his dark spidery lashes, Nic gazed into the young male's eyes, before pointedly staring at his lips. "You might be surprised, kid, if you tried," he challenged, mischief flickering in his eyes before he pulled away and straightened up, assuming his stoic composure once again. "It all sounds very tempting, but I doubt you'd be able offer me much anyways, even with a fake mask. You wouldn't be the same as the real person, really," he shrugged with a low exhale, lowering himself onto the edge of the table as he took a seat on the corner of the table, once more envisioning the person in question in his mind.
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 25, 2016 23:59:27 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam let out a breath that he hadn't even realised he had been holding when the man seemed to drop the topic of paperwork. Maybe Isam had got off free? If there was a distraction, and there seemed to be, then Isam was going to take it. As far as he could to stop the prying of the man. To keep himself safe. He followed as the man moved slightly, he could feel the other man's breath on his skin when they came close enough to fill the gap between them. Isam absentmindedly licked his lip without even realising and then the gap was back again and the man had moved.
He was attractive, Isam would give him that. Attractive, clearly with a good job. If Isam was looking for a Sugar Daddy (and Alanza might have been helping him) the man might have been a solid candidate. If he didn't work for the government that was trying to tie him down. But then there was a challenge and Isam couldn't stand down. Couldn't give it all up so easily.
I might be surprised? Is there a hidden talent in there? he laughed, straightening up and moving around the small stall, absentmindedly re-arranging the flowers and picking and dead leaves off the bunches. He was quiet for a moment, aware that the man had admitted something without, probably, intending to.
The thing is, I can offer everything. I can offer whatever the person can't, or won't, give you. I can be that fantasy that you've never told them about because you're too scared to. Isam paused and turned, a flower between his fingers.
Why don't you tell me about them, the person you're thinking of, and you can judge my abilities? he offered with a wink, not sure if the man would take him up on the challenge or just laugh at him. Either way, it wasn't talk of paperwork.
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 26, 2016 20:07:41 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] In spite of himself, Nicandro let out a low chuckle that rumbled against his chest, and let the bottom of the brown paper bag holding the flowers rest atop his thigh. "Maybe," came the cryptic reply in response to Isam's playful quip about there being a hidden talent. Watching him move around the small stall, Nic couldn't help but let his gaze surreptitiously rove over the young man's slender figure. Okay, so maybe a small part of Nic kind of wanted to take him to bed. But that wouldn't be appropriate. Not for a man of his position. Although it wouldn't be the first time he'd done far more scandalous things in his life. He'd had his fair share of lovers, but not one that was as young as this one. There was a first time for everything though, the Auror supposed, as his mind couldn't help but wonder what the young male was like underneath all those layers. Reaching over to curl his fingers around his drink, Nic then lifted it back up this lips, taking another sip of the now cooled cider. Just then, as he lowered the cup away from his lips, the tip of his tongue flicking over his damp lower lip, and spied the other male turning around to face him, holding a flower in between his fingers. Catching the contemplative look that had come over his features, Nic felt a sense of dread start to prickle at his mind. Danger, danger, his mind warned. From the way the kid was speaking, it was almost as if he could read his mind. Or maybe the kid was just good at reading people, mind-reader or no. Arching a brow, Nic gave a small, quiet smile, breaking the gaze briefly and holding the cup in between his hands. "Hm, making people's fantasies come true? Now, that offer certainly is hard to deny," Nic dryly quipped before glancing back up when the young male asked him to talk about the person he'd been thinking of. He could see the mischief glittering in his eyes and Nic made a wry face, with the half-smile still affixed to his lips and his brows raised slightly. "Hmm. All right. Let's see what you got, man." He dryly intoned, the challenge accepted in his tone, and assumed a casual, relaxed position on the edge of the table, mentally preparing his next action. Nic could play along and give him what he wanted to hear. But he usually wasn't one to give away his own thoughts so easily, especially to a stranger, so feeding him some half-lies would suffice. After all, the guy wouldn't know which one was a lie, would he now? "She's...a couple inches shorter than me, messy, long hair, and has this golden sort of toned skin," he pursed his lips, a musing look set in his eyes. All half-lies. "Got this crooked little nose," he motioned towards his nose, "Got it from an unfortunate flying accident," he chuckled. More lies. Well, the flying accident was partly true, but his friend hadn't gotten a broken nose from it as a reminder of the somewhat hilarious event. "Has a pretty voice that I could listen to for days. A storyteller, you could say," he shrugged, before finishing the rest of his drink and standing up to walk over to the nearest trash bin to throw away the empty cup. "That enough for you?" He inquired, pivoting on his heel to face Isam once more.
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Queer (He/Him)
Homosexual
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Student
Metamorphmagus
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 27, 2016 11:16:55 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam felt for sure that the man was going to laugh and walk away with the flowers and be done with the conversation. But that wasn't the case and Isam felt a smile growing on his face when he realised he had enticed the other man in. Not that Isam hadn't done it a hundred times before to a hundred other men. It was a talent he had discovered and capitalised off, what was so wrong with that?
Isam made a face when the other man started describing a girl. He didn't mind changing gender, in fact he found it a lot of fun. But something about this man had Isam thinking it was another man. Not a woman. Still, he listened to the description and nodded slowly, trying to imagine the woman in his head. He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, the flower sitting neatly between his arms.
It's enough, now close your eyes. No peeking, Isam said, waiting before ducking behind the table where he wouldn't be seen. Slowly his features began to change as he thought of this woman. His hair grew out and became lighter and wavy, like he had just stepped off the beach in Miami. His face moulded into something more feminine and his nose shrunk and bent slightly, like the man had said. His body began changing soon after, hips appearing more prominent making his jeans a little tighter - especially around the ass. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt to make room for the growing chest - okay so maybe he might have made it slightly bigger than completely necessary. But the man hadn't specified so Isam made some artistic changes. He could have gone all out, pulled out his wand and changed his clothes, put on make-up. But the man wasn't paying, yet.
Straightening up he smoothed out his clothes and flicked his hair over one shoulder letting it sit nicely before walking over to the man. Isam smiled to himself and bit his lip walking his fingertips up the man's chest. I think now would be a good time to tell me your name, he offered, his voice slightly higher now to match his new appearance, oh and you can open your eyes.
Taking a step back he waited for the man's eyes to be on him before he did slow twirl, stopping with his hands on his hips facing the official. What do you think? Do I need to change anything? he added, looking down and giving himself a quick look over.
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Male (He/His)
Bisexual
Complicated AF
Auror
Pure-blood
MACUSA
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Nov 28, 2016 3:53:51 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] When he'd noticed the other man slightly make an expression for a moment, Nicandro thought he'd been caught lying, but then he appeared to have believed his words and gave the Auror a smile. At the command that he close his eyes, Nic rolled his eyes as leaned against the edge of the table and set the brown paper bag on the table next to him. Nonetheless, he acquiesced to the young flower seller's request as Nic cupped his hands against the edge of the table he was leaning against and closed his eyes. "All right, fine, whatever you say, kid," he gave a soft chuckle, listening to the soft departing footsteps, but peeked to see that the kid had ducked behind the stall. At once, Nic quickly and surreptitiously pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket, flicking his wrist to slid only the tip of his wand out slightly from the end of his sleeve, which was covered with his other hand, and pointed at the paper in his palm. A soft glow and then Nic folded the seemingly blank paper in half before tucking it underneath a corner of the register, where the young man would find it soon enough since the paper would glitter brightly when held in the hands of a magical creature. The message, which contained only a "I won't tell them about you, but if you're in need of help, you'll know where to find me. P.S. Keep the flowers. Consider them a gift from me." and his apartment's address, on it would only appear if Isam used the right spell to make the blank paper reveal its contents. Then Nic quickly hid his wand once more and closed his eyes again, looking as if he hadn't broken his promise to not peek. Just then, Nic heard a new voice that was angelic and sweet, and felt the soft pressure of fingers walking up against his chest. Huh, not bad, he mused to himself with a hint of amusement as he felt the end of his lips quirk up in a half-smirk, and his eyelids fluttered open to see a different face peering down at him. "Well, don't you look delicious," came the flirty quip, before he watched the Metamorphmagus step away from him, twirling around for Nic to appreciate the full look. He'd changed himself exactly just as Nic'd described, and the Auror made an expression of approval, rubbing his chin as he let his gaze roam up and down the newly transformed Metamorphagus' figure. Hell, was that makeup he'd even put on too? Job well done, he had to admit. Even if it was fake, Nic had to admit that it actually was pretty impressive, which had him wondering if perhaps there was potential in him to perhaps work for the MACUSA. Although he had a feeling that the young man might not jump for the offer. He did seem to be the rebellious sort, and Nic gave a soft rumbling chuckle, nodding as he leaned forward to grasp the other's elbows and pull him forward. "Color me impressed. You look just as exactly as I expected..." A hand brushed upwards to gently curl a long, wavy lock around his index finger and Nic then leaned up slightly, his lips nearing the other's. As if to kiss him. But then, he turned to whisper in Isam's ear, Nic's warm breath ghosting against the warm, golden skin. "The name's Nic, by the way, and there's just one thing..." He let go and swiftly stepped around the young Metamorphmagus, pivoting on his heel as he casually lifted his shoulders in a shrug while staring at the other Metamorphmagus. "I might have lied about a couple of things. Like the fact that she's actually a he." Now a cheeky smirk graced Nic's lips, as he arched a brow, and regarded him with a calm, straight face. "You never said I couldn't lie," he added in, letting his hands fall by his sides. "But, really, very impressive. You did make my 'fantasy' come true. I can see why they'd pay your for your services." So his words might have been a tad sarcastic, but oh well.
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Homosexual
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Student
Metamorphmagus
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Post by ISAM ZAHID on Nov 28, 2016 21:15:47 GMT
[attr="class","xall"] Isam grinned at the flirting, pleased that the appearance he had taken on was getting the desired results. He didn't mind, really, playing the part of someone else. It was just acting, all the way to the bedroom. It wasn't real. Well, it was real and sometimes it was awful. But it wasn't Isam. Well, it wasn't the Isam that was shown to the world. He had actually been born with darker skin and more middle-eastern features. But his mother had suggested that he westernised his face more to avoid racism and harassment. It had worked a little, but there were always going to be comments and Isam didn't want to hide his heritage. So he had been slowly relaxing his appearance because keeping up a disguise all day was exhausting. Even for a few hours was tiring.
Isam's breath hitched a little as the man's hand came up to his hair, curling it around a finger. He had played this game before, the innocent flirting never stayed that way for long. He smiled as the man leaned in, half expecting to be kissed. Well, wasn't that the idea? Wasn't that why he had changed his appearance in the first place? Or did Nic think he was getting a free ride? He tilted his head slightly as the warm breath danced over his skin. Nic. Isam bit down on his lip, simple, easy to remember. But then there was something wrong and Isam frowned and glanced over his body. What had he messed up? He was pretty sure he had everything right, even down to the broken nose.
It was a man. Isam crossed his arms over his chest in a childish pout. I knew it! he exclaimed taking a step towards Nic and punching him lightly on the shoulder. I knew you didn't want a woman! Why did you lie? You think I'd judge you? he asked, a little confused. Clearly Isam had no problem with men, he'd practically tried to kiss Nic even before he'd changed into a woman. So why the fuss? Was it just Nic testing him? Maybe, that would make sense. Isam scrunched up his nose.
Then the conversation went back to payment and Isam remembered all too well that he was talking to a government official. It's not...like that,he tried to cover up, making the situation sound better than it was. I'm just...not very good on my own. I get cabin fever in my apartment. I just...need to be around people and the best way to do that is... Isam indicated at his changed body.
Biting his lip he walked to Nic; hooking his fingertip under the man's tie and using it as leverage to keep the other man in place. So are we letting this body go to waste? he asked grazing his lower lip with his teeth. But before he could lean in they were interrupted by another customer. A man who clearly had no idea what he was looking for.
Isam held up a finger to Nic for him to remain where he was. Busing himself with the customer, Isam used the new body to his advantage. Flirting, teasing, touching and the man did the same in return. As Isam was describing flowers, the man's hand rested on his bum. Isam didn't mind too much, until the man revealed the flowers were for his wife. Well, that was a line Isam refused to cross. Quickly he finished the transaction and sent the customer on his way - but not before a number was scribbled on the back of the receipt.
Letting out a breath, Isam sat himself on the table his legs dangling down and swinging slowly beneath him. Catching Nic's eye he beckoned the man over with a finger, spreading his knees slightly for the man to stand between them. Where were we? Isam asked innocently, but certainly not with innocent intent.
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Pure-blood
MACUSA
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Post by NICANDRO CHAMBERLAIN on Dec 6, 2016 3:26:47 GMT
[googlefont="Oswald"][googlefont="Raleway"] At the little gentle, but petulant punch that smacked against his shoulder, Nic gave a low chuckle and moved backwards, scrunching his nose in a mocking gesture as if the punch had pained him. "Well, I couldn't miss the opportunity to pull a little prank," he shrugged, winking before he rubbed a hand over his chin and arched a brow at the next words that'd been uttered. "Oh, no, I could care less about that, being judged for my preferences. But I wanted to test you. See if you were any good." In truth, it was a bit of a test. There was some real potential in the boy for him to be recruited as an Auror, perhaps. Nic could consider vouching for him at MACUSA, and train him under his tutelage. But that would be a topic to be broached at a later time. When Isam began to explain for his reasons doing what he did, Nic simply studied him with a questioning look, but gave a small shake of the head. "All right, all right, kid, whatever you say. I'm not judging. I understand. We all do what we need to do to get by," he admitted, giving a small exhale. Then he gave a low laugh, as he felt his tie being pulled, the force of it pulling him forward as the young Metamorphmagus purred once more in his face. Letting his hands brush over the effeminate hips, Nic gently grasped the slender hips as he solemnly gazed down into the other's eyes. "You know, maybe I can help you, if you'd like." Just as the other one was leaning in to kiss him, the moment was abruptly interrupted when a customer appeared. Realizing that the kid was still at work, selling flowers in the market, the Auror stepped back, drawing his hands away as he watched the young Metamorphmagus walk away to deal with the male customer. All the while, he took note of how rather close the guy was to Isam, inappropriately touching him, really. But hey, hadn't Nic just been doing that too? A soft sigh expelling from his lips, Nic crossed his arms as he stood by, waiting for the customer to leave. And then, he returned, as if they hadn't been interrupted, sitting on the table with his legs spread slightly apart, and Nic gave him a stern look, scoffing at the innocent look that was being given to him. Nonetheless, Nic strode forth, sliding smoothly to stand in front of him, and placed his hands on top of either knees. "You're quite the rascal, you know that? Trying to corrupt a government official." He teased, his hands slowly starting to make his way up the other's thighs, fingers trailing softly against Isam's legs. "But I meant what I said earlier, you know. I could help you."
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