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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 17, 2007 12:58:58 GMT -5
Sensing Ms. Green’s growing agitation from leaving her sick shadows alone for so long, Michael raised himself from his seat and reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
From within he extracted one of the new business cards that Rhia had designed and ordered. The card was a glossy black with the companies name and details written in raised silver italics, giving them a sophisticated and professional appearance.
“If anything should arise up that requires are immediate attention, please do not hesitate to call. We’ve available at anyone of those numbers twenty four hours a day.” Said Michael as he handed the card over and directed Ms. Green to the door.
“We’ll begin our analysis of the brimstone straight away, and hopefully we’ll have some information for you within the next few days. Until then we’ll wait for you to contact us about visiting Eric and your other shadow, and possibilty of meeting with your father.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 17, 2007 16:30:35 GMT -5
Rhia rises, following Michael and Ms. Green to the door. "Yes, Ms. Green. If there is anything else that you can think of that might help us along in out investigation, we're only a phone call away."
Abby nods, smiling weakly at them. "Thank you both. I'll be in contact with you in the next few days to set up a meeting with my shadows. " That said, she makes her way out the door, the business card held tightly in her hand.
Rhia watches Ms. Green walk to her car, nodding politely at her, then closes the door. She turns back to Michael as she leans against the door. "Well, it looks like I have even more spell work tonight. Maybe we should have Piscary's deliver."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 18, 2007 6:38:57 GMT -5
Michael watched Rhia leaning against the door through narrowed eyes, a faint smile curving the edges of his mouth. “I don’t know why you’re pretending that this is going to some kind of a chore for us. This is exactly the kind of case you’ve wanted to fall into our laps, high pay and high risk.”
Shaking his head in amusement, Michael span on his heel and strolled into the kitchen at a leisurely pace to look for one of the small Piscary’s menus. It looked like it was going to be a busy day, and they were both going to need a substantial meal to keep them up long into the night.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 18, 2007 8:01:17 GMT -5
“I never said anything about this being a chore. I’m just disappointed that I don’t get to get you all riled up at Piscary’s.” Rhia says with a mischievous grin as she follows Michael into the kitchen.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I bought all those supplies. I have enough charms in the cabinet to take care of what I was going to make for the vamp girl’s parents, but it’ll leave me kind of bare. I’ll have to make those charms first before I can start on the brimstone.”
Rhia makes her way over to the counter where Michael was standing, pulling herself up to sit on it. She looks down at the menu in his hand. “How about just pizza tonight? We’ve got a lot of work to do and need something we don’t have to sit down to eat.”
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 18, 2007 11:33:07 GMT -5
Michael stood in silence, staring at Rhia with his mouth open and a blank look upon his face. “I’m sorry,” He said, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “You’ll have to repeat that. I missed everything after you being left kind of bare.”
With a huge grin stretching his mouth, Michael ambled over to where Rhia was sitting on the counter and gave her a light nudge with his hip as he reached into the drawer between her legs. “I knew I’d put that menu around here somewhere.” Laughed Michael as he turned around and leaned back into Rhia’s lap before he began to flick through the menu.
“What takes your fancy, bearing in mind we’ll be working late so nothing too elaborate or weird. The last time I let you order I had a upset tummy for two days.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 18, 2007 11:50:21 GMT -5
Rhia laughs, raising an eyebrow at Michael as he slowly rummages in the drawer between her legs. Shaking her head at him, she watches as he turns and leans against the counter in front of her. Resting her arms across his shoulders, she leans forward to glance at the menu.
“The only reason you got sick is because you ate too much, then decided to challenge me in a tickle war. Of course I won, and you got all whiny about your stomach,” Rhia teases, lightly nudging Michael’s side with her knee.
“How about a couple of pizzas? As long as there is lots of cheese and pepperoni, I’m happy. “
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 19, 2007 11:55:51 GMT -5
Michael chuckled as Rhia leant over his shoulder and began scanning down the menu in his hand. He took the opportunity to lean back and nuzzle at her neck when she had said something to bring about another fit of laughter from him.
“I can’t believe you consider attacking me while my shoulder was still injured as a victory.” He grinned as he reached back and squeezed behind her knee, which happened to be a rather ticklish spot. “Besides I let you win that time so I wouldn’t be forced to eat any more of that dodgy food. Pepperoni pizza however is one of your better ideas.”
He extracted himself from the rather comfortable position and grabbed the phone. After a brief conversation the food was ordered and Michael returned to jump up on the counter to sit beside Rhia. “Should be here in about forty.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 19, 2007 12:05:45 GMT -5
"Perfect. Gives me just enough time to get the amulets done and at least get the wards started."
Rhia nudges Michael lightly with her hip then pushes herself off the counter. She turns and steps in between Michael's legs, leaning forward to give him a kiss before she gets to work.
She makes her way over to the bags she had left on the counter and starts pulling out the supplies, seperating them into piles for the spells they were for. When done, she reaches under the counter for her medium sized spell pot.
"You know," she says teasingly to Michael, her head still in the cabinet. "You could be a wonderful boyfriend and get the medium for the wards started for me. That will help me to get finished earlier, leaving more time for sexual favors at the end of the night." She turns her head, grinning wickedly at Michael, shaking her hips a bit.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 19, 2007 19:46:26 GMT -5
“Yes ma’am.” Shouted Michael as he leapt from the counter and stood before Rhia with his tongue out as he saluted her. With a stamp of his foot, he marched over to Rhia and grabbed the spell pot from her hand. He then quickly proceeded to clean an area on the worktop for where he would be working.
“How sensitive are the spells you knocking up. Are we going to require a circle or can you do without?” He asked as he reached for one of Rhia’s ceramic mixing spoons that we arranged neatly within a drawer besides there every day cutlery.
It was an important thing to keep the two sets of implements separated. The last thing anyone wanted was to accidentally use a spelling spoon to eat their soup with.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 19, 2007 19:53:44 GMT -5
"Smart ass," Rhia says, giggling. She grabs another spell pot and heads over to the stove. "The lie detecting amulets aren't that sensitive, but I'll probably need to set a circle when I invoke the wards. "
Rhia begins to pour the water needed into her spell pot, taking a ceramic spoon and laying it gently on the counter.
"I know I'll need a circle up when I check that brimstone," she says idly. "Any ideas on that yet, by the way? Who do you think would poison brimstone?"
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 19, 2007 20:13:26 GMT -5
Michael frowned as he considered Rhia’s question carefully. In fact he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since Ms. Green had left the house. He was still debating with himself, whether he should make a phone call to an old acquaintance to warn him and his people that there could be a poisoned shipment of brimstone on the streets. There certainly wasn’t any love loss between the two of them, but it would be seen as a gesture to rebuild the chasm that had opened up between them.
“If it had been just the shadows that had been effected I would have said anything could have been added to the brimstone.” He said watching Rhia as he chewed as his bottom lip. “But for living vamps to not be able to rise again. I didn’t even think such a thing was possible. As for who could have done this. We'll find out soon wont we.” The look on his face showing just how troubled this case was already making him feel.
Walking around to where Rhia was standing, Michael looked down at the small vial of brimstone that sat looking harmless on the counter. “Just make sure you leave enough of that sample for me to run a few of my own tests. I’ll want to run my own spells over it, take a little to the FIB labs and get Prax’s to look at it.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 19, 2007 20:59:25 GMT -5
"That won't be a problem, honey. I don't need much. I was thinking I could try an old potion my dad and I came up with," Rhia says thoughtfully as she starts to add the ingredients to the spellpot.
"A few drops, and I'll be able to tell if the brimstone has had a charm worked on it. We came up with it after a rival restaurant took to dropping some rather nasty charms on some of our food shipments."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 21, 2007 10:15:04 GMT -5
“That sounds like a great story,” Said Michael with a quirky smile on his face as he stirred the contents of the spell pot in front of him. “And if your father was anything at all like you, I’m guessing that he didn’t report this to the authorities.”
With the medium prepared and left ready for whatever spell they had in mind for it, Michael leant against the counter and waited fro Rhia to recollect her story.
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Post by starrzchylde on Jan 21, 2007 10:29:12 GMT -5
Rhia laughs softly at the memory as she adds the dried dandelion to the truth spell. "Of course he didn't. He found out who was doing it and took care of it himself," she says, still grinning.
She turns off the burner, pulling the spellpot to her as she grabs a fingerstick. "Problem was that we were now paranoid about every food shipment we recieved. So, my dad and I came up with a potion we could use that would spell check the food and give off a faint odor of the magic used, that way we wouldn't throw everything we thought was spelled into saltwater and ruin it."
Rhia drops the requisite 3 drops of blood into the pot in front of her, smiling happily as the smell of redwood drifts up to her nose. She pulls the unspelled amulets to her from across the counter and starts to set the lie detecting medium into them.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Jan 21, 2007 10:47:35 GMT -5
Michael smiled as Rhia laughed at fond memories of her father. “It sounds very much like I would have got along with your father.” He says as he makes his way over from the kitchen counter and over to the cupboard in which they kept their spelling supplies.
Whenever the mention of family arose, Michael couldn’t help but think about the brother and sister he had never really been allowed to know. His mother had taken them away from his father when Michael had still been too young to remember them properly. He still kept in touch with a few of his closest family members from time to time, but living in America now meant he might never see them again. He returned a moment later with a small ornate box made from dark polished oak. Opening the silver latch on top of the box, Michael extracted a length of white magnetic chalk and laid it next to the spelling pot with the medium in it. He then turned to Rhia and grinned mischievously at her. “I hope you never get any silly ideas about hanging one of those charms around my neck.”
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