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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 17, 2010 21:16:05 GMT
Isabella stared at the door, hands turning white as she clutched the doorknob. Dreading this talk with the old headteacher, why did it have to be her to bring up the spirits again? She shook her head, hating the way the whole school had seemed to have forgotten. "Just turn it." she muttered to herself, pushing the door open and entering the magic shop.
A brown satchel swung near her hip, a bag for carrying eveyrthing she'd need. "Grace?" she called out softly, looking at the items with half interest. "Brynn?" she tried again, needing to find the woman in charge. Isabella pulled out her black notebook, compairing the list written down to the inventory of the shop. "Damnit, where the hell are the sage sticks?" she cursed, looking over the small herbal section in disgust.
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 17, 2010 21:37:29 GMT
"Sage sticks are behind the incense sticks, third shelf...." came a rough voice from behind the desk.
The man pulled himself up, a grim look on his worn face. He was middle-aged, a few years older than fourty, though he had the kind of face that made it hard to judge his age easily. He leaned over, obviously a little agitated that he actually had to do his job, particularly with a customer that seemed to prefer the other staff. "You after anything else?" he asked, obviously trying to hurry her away so he could return to whatever he was - or wasn't - doing.
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 17, 2010 22:12:20 GMT
Isabella pursed her lips, quickly adding the sage sticks to the basket beside the white candles. "Let's see.. Sweet grass? I want to make sure to do all this properly." she gave the man a sickly sweet smile, trying to seem confident and nice. Another glance at the list and she headed back to the candles, needing yet another color for the ritual. "Red, blue, yellow, green, purple.." she muttered, adding the candles as she spoke.
Isabella glanced around again, still searching for her old teacher. "Is Grace around by any chance? I have some questions about her old job..."
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 17, 2010 22:19:53 GMT
He looked at her suspiciously, noting all of the things that she was asking for in turn, pretty sure that the school had their own supply of all of those candles, but only for rituals which were fully approved. He stopped himself from accusing her - he had been getting into too much trouble recently for that recently. "Sweet grass is fourth shelf. More candles are on the other side, next to the pendulums." he told her in a gruff voice.
He didn't keep his eyes off of her, afraid that she would slip up at any point and reveal something completely illegal or attempt to steal. It was just his instinct from being in the police for so many years. "She's up in the back, busy with paper work. I can send on a message, if you like," he suggested with a shrug, not about to disturb her for some attention-seeking child.
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 17, 2010 22:28:48 GMT
Isabella smiled at him, noting his attitude and gesture with an experianced eye. "Thank you, Jason." she reached over for the sweet grass. Her footsteps hit the ground in an even pattern as she crossed the small shop to the stones, looking for a dragonblood. Hopefully it would be a wonderful substitute for actual blood. "I'll also be needing a mortal and pestle to ground the various herb, you carry that as well I hope?" her voice wasn't asking, as she already had locate the item in question moments ago.
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 18, 2010 2:48:50 GMT
He looked at the girl, noticing that she had called him by his name. She was obviously observant, and had probably had to do some work to find his name, particularly his first name. "Call me Mel," he said shortly, hating his first name.
He leaned forwards, resting his arms on the desk as he watched her carefully. He pushed her question aside silently, knowing that she was observant enough to find the large case by the door. "You know my name..." he said, a passionate thirst for knowledge burning in his eyes. Ever since he had seen the children die in the forest he had been desperate to know more about what had happened, and why it had been closed off so suddenly. He knew it was suspicious, even though it was clear he was not pushed, and was desperate for answers, though it soon became clear they were not easy to find. Someone upstairs had been paid well, it seemed, and he was given a month's suspention for looking too far into it. Not that that would stop him uncovering his son's killer. "Tell me... What else do you know?"
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 18, 2010 3:23:46 GMT
Isabella turned, a smile dancing across her lips. "The real question you should be asking me, Police Sargent Jason Melville, is what I don't know. I assume your looking for information about your sons killer? I could tell you everything you could want to know about it, granted, you may not believe me. But I assure you, everything I say is the truth." she turned back around, dancing lightly to the mortal and pestle, not giving him even half her attention.
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 18, 2010 3:38:36 GMT
His eyes narrowed, looking at Isabella with cold eyes, his fists clenching. He wondered how she had got that information, when even he had struggled to realise the truth. Even his colleagues at the police station had not known anything about that - and if they had, they may have extended his suspension and refused to let him anywhere near the case. It had only been from a slip of the tongue from Grace, mentioning the boys mother's name while the name of what he had once considered a friend being a step-father figure had confirmed it.
He controlled his angered breathing; although he had a slight temper, though none of the family would ever admit it the son had adopted most of his violence and anger from his mother. "I'm not going to guarantee that I'll believe it, miss. As I'm sure you'll understand, I'm used to a lot of bullshit, and I've learnt to take everything with a pinch of salt. But please, tell me what you know."
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 18, 2010 3:47:42 GMT
Isabella turned, hands on hips as she chewed her lip thoughtfully. Might as well tell him everything, regardless of what he thinks. "First thing? You tell NO ONE[/i] what I've told you, if anyone were to know it'd be over. For all of us. Understand me, Melville?" her voice was cold and unfeeling, as if she'd done this a thousand times before. With that said she better start her tale, already having sorted fact from fiction.
"Your son attended a magical school, which only a few months before his death had become infected with spirits. A girl, your step-daughter of sorts, was submitted to the jealousy of one spirit in particular. Mathew. He had already made several attempts on her life before hand, leading some students to collect a spirit guide to help protect her and other students. Now, your wondering how the hell this is connected to your son, well. That’s simple. Your son traded his life for that of the girl he loves and for Diane’s life. He was killed by Mathew, who is no more thanks to Mayu Nami. The girl who shot herself because of your son’s death.”
She paused, taking in a deep breath. “Does that explain it, Sargent?”
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 18, 2010 3:59:06 GMT
He stared at her, finding her story hard to believe, and not even strictly plausible, but something about it seemed to go through his mind. He scryed through some of his son's last moments, which was one of the reasons why he was so adamant that he had been killed. He had heard that he had been talking to someone he recognised, someone that he had been unable to trace. And then he had overheard Diane's screams that she had killed them by inaction.
He turned away, picking up a clipboard and looking at it, as if he had suddenly remembered something of dire importance, not really willing to look at her. "That would explain it, yes..." he said in a low voice. He would have to do a lot of work that night, he knew as he checked the inventory for some items on necromantic scrying.
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 18, 2010 4:10:22 GMT
She smiled again, turning away to look through the shelves while she spoke. "And sir? If you don't believe me, or your scrying. Ask Ant, the boy - the panther - who was at the site. He's the school empath and experianced both deaths secondhand. He'll be able to share with you everything that happened during their death. Just. Don't be startled by his appearance." Isabella glanced over the contents over he basket, everything she needed for a cleansing ceremony was inside. She danced up the counter, setting the basket on the edge of it. "I think I'm done now, Mel. Could you help me check out?"
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Post by GC's RPC on Jan 18, 2010 4:25:22 GMT
He nodded slowly, taking in her advice but realising that he probably wasn't going to act on it unless Antosha came to him. The police department had been very keen on removing all contact from Sgt Melville to Diane and Antosha, since he had instantly seen them both as the prime suspects. It would be tough especially now to even ask such a simple question.
He turned to Isabella, giving her the price of the items, "Thank you for all your help," he added sincerely.
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Post by Isabelle Lee Cahor on Jan 18, 2010 4:35:33 GMT
Isabella counted out the bills slowly, then handing them to Jason before grabbing the basket and walking to the door. She paused, almost debating her next words before speaking. "Oh, and Mel? You should know, everyone knew your son by that name." she gave him a sad smile then let the wind float a peice of paper to his counter. "In case you need to contact me. I'm sorry for your loss." she opened the door and walked out, sliding through the busy streets easily.
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