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WHO: Tina Goldstein and you!
WHAT: A demiguise has decided to go exploring
WHEN: Early Bloomingtide
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: Please have fun with it! The demiguise won't do anything harmful other than maybe spooking someone when she opens a door while invisible. And should she not run from you she probably waits expectantly... for something? someone?

"Where in the name of Deliverance Dane..."

Of all the things Tina Goldstein expected to be doing today hunting down a demiguise was not one of them. Since their arrival in Kirkwall and subsequently the Gallows she'd kept her head down: Read a few books in the library, tried to learn something of the weaponry (and failed), and did whatever task that the Scouting division had given her with very little talk to other people.

Despite the fact it had been weeks she still felt very little reason to trust the circumstances that the Inquistion took rifters in under. It wasn't strictly out of kindness and she wasn't going to convince herself that they weren't just there to be under lock-and-key and used when necessary. Not with the way the natives of Kirkwall saw them or the way they thought of magic. She was used to hiding her magic, but Mercy Lewis as if magic was the least of their problems around here--

Her disgruntlements she keeps largely to herself, however, and doesn't speak of them even to Newt. She rarely talked to anyone freely, be they rifter or native, and that wasn't completely unusual of her-- But she knew her sister would frown and insist she need to at least try. Which was maybe why she was regretting naming Malcha the demiguise after her. Because she was forcing her to do the talking she really didn't want to do right now.

It was like she was playing hide-and-seek and the one who was hiding was both quick and even better at hiding than anyone else.

The residents of the Gallows might find that a creature figures out how to open their door and enters-- Or maybe it opens and closes seemingly on its own. If you catch sight of the creature it might stare unblinkingly at you as if waiting for your response. If you don't move it'll offer you whatever it can find on the ground nearby, a token of peace. Or if you come towards it the creature might simply disappear and dart away.

Someone is on its tail, however, and maybe she arrives just before the creature does or maybe after it's shown up and has settled into sitting nearby. Regardless, she always appears a little annoyed and out of breath when she asks:

"Sorry. Haven't seen an animal come by have you? White fur, but monkeyish." A beat and she adds in. "No doors opening on their own?"

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"Oh?" She returned in a breath, offering him a critical look, "you don't look very sparkling to me." It was clear from her expression that she was poking fun at him from how quickly it disappeared.

Her fingers going to a strand of hair before giving a small hum in thought. "Given that, perhaps I should leave you to finding her alone. Neither of us will be able to if we both get arrested."

"I sparkle on the inside," Newt quips back, the corners of his lips quirking in response. "Internal sparkling on this end. Rather useful, that."

"Well, it might help if we split up?" He nods. "Cover more ground? And then if one of us is arrested, the other can come bail them out."

"Granted, I suspect I would be arrested sooner than you," he adds.

"Oh?" She quipped, "I'm not sure how any sparkling could be useful. You'd stand out like a sore thumb."

Tina tilted her head at him giving a quick shake of her head. The idea of separating wasn't something she was keen on-- She didn't exactly want to be caught out here alone by the locals. So when he speaks once more she snorts and steps closer to him, moving to grip him by the arm as she'd once done. A silent disagreement that they were staying together.

"You've always been suspicious," Tina agreed, "even before you fell from some magical hole in the sky."

"Well, admittedly, it is difficult to blend in, even with the sparkling remaining internal," Newt replies right back, his eyes bright with teasing.

Granted, he usually stands out, as someone much more used to nature than other people. Here, on top of that, he has the gift of the shard in his hand and the fact of his own alien nature in this foreign land.

She steps forward and reaches out, grabbing his arm the same way she once did arresting him. Except back then Newt is certain he didn't feel a surge of warmth blooming from the spot in which her hand meets his arm.

"This whole experience is doing wonders for me," he agrees. "I can't wait to find out how many laws my presence here violates once we get home." If, more likely, but he keeps that thought to himself.

"You're crazy," Tina answered plainly with a roll of her eyes. Sparkling, he says. There was something that drew her to him that wasn't just suspicion, though she couldn't put her finger on it. But she wouldn't call it sparkling.

She doesn't think much of grabbing his arm, but then she was also busy telling herself that he was suspicious and that was the only reason she was drawn to him. Even if she knew better. "If you're breaking those laws than so am I," the woman countered with a sigh twisting to look around.

"Your daughter clearly likes the attention."

She means, of course, as in Malcha-- She might have been teasing him with that phrase for a few weeks now.

"True, but you've broken much less laws overall; you're an upright and respectable citizen," he points out with a wry smile. "Where I'm just barely tolerated." And he doubts the events in New York will actually change that, especially where his own involvement in concerned. But that doesn't bother him in the least, and it shows in the way he speaks of it; he cares little for what people he doesn't care about have to say.

He snorts at that.

"I think you very much mean your daughter," he teases right back, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement. "As she tends to hardly ever leave your side."

Tina snorted. "Ask Madame Piquery that and you'll get a different answer," She responded, her brow arching, "I wasn't supposed to be tracking the Second Salemers, as you know." Which meant she was performing illegally in the eyes of the president, even when she was technically being monitored.

Se rolled her eyes, coloring only slightly before finding the words she wants.

"More like my sister," the woman grumbled before adding, "she listens to you more than me. She's just nervous otherwise. Or she usually is." She gestures around to note she's nowhere around them right now.

"Maybe," Newt says. "But I also know that Madame Piquery knows that you proved yourself, in the end. She knows your heart's in the right place, at least." He was glad to talk to MACUSA's president, after the events of New York. Tina, to him, proved very much worthy of the Auror title, and he wanted to do what he could to help ensure that, given how much he'd disrupted her life.

"I've seen her watch you," Newt says. "She's very much devoted."

He scans the area around them, letting out a sigh when he finds nothing. "She is rather a clever one. Even moreso than Dougal."

"She's always known that," Tina found herself grumbling, but she can't help the way she flushes at what can only be called a compliment by Newt. Her fingers twist into her hair and she squared her shoulders. Huffing at his next statement before giving a sigh of her own.

"She just likes playing games. Something tells me she's headed back already," Tina answered. They'd probably be hearing scream or something by now if she hadn't.

"Well, now she especially knows it," he says it with a soft smile. "Tina, the way you handled yourself in that situation...you should be proud." He says it with obvious admiration in his own voice, without being quite aware of it. He does, however, quickly grow amused as she huffs, and it strikes him briefly in the back of his mind how fond he is of the way she huffs.

"We'll keep an eye out then," he says, still searching every nook and cranny he can spot. "For any screams, that is."

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