[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] Witchcraft[/center]
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      The desperation in his voice is a lot to take. I bite my lower lip and shift nervously in my seat.

      [color=#DB7093]”What if I don't have the answers you are looking for? There may be nothing to gleam from this…”[/color] I inform him.

      Most of the time I am able to give the people what they want. But every so often there is one that asks more than they should. More than I can give.

      I could truly help this kid, but the treaty warns me against this.


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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      The desire to jump out there and stop this conversation from happening is great. He was asking for information, a clear answer to what had happened. That was information we required and information Cassi could get easily after she reads him, but it was a thin line.

      Hell is responsible for keeping the unseemly creatures and monsters from invading earth, but one has gotten out. If they were aware, no human was safe. Especially this guy. Especially if Cassi found out what we needed.

      I look around the back room for an empty glass bottle. I need to talk to Cass, but I can't just barge back up there. So, I knock it off the shelf where it crashes to the ground and watch it shatter. I curse and wait. I hear Cass excuse herself before she storms into the back room. 

      [color=#006400]”Ward this place,”[/color] I demand immediately. 

      [color=#DB7093]“What?”[/color]

      [color=#006400]”Ward it from anyone overhearing or walking in or anything!”[/color] I whisper harshly.

      Cassiopeia frowns and crosses her arms. [color=#DB7093]“Do you think I'm that stupid to not have this place warded?”[/color]

      [color=#006400]”Just reinforce it.”[/color] She stares at me and I stare back, locked in a silent battle. Cassi breaks first and rolls her eyes. 

      [color=#DB7093]“Paranoid shapeshifter,”[/color] she mutters to herself before approaching a small table in the backroom. She waves her hand and several candles light on the table. In the bowl before her she adds different herbs before pricking her finger. Blood drops onto the herbs and it starts to smoke, drifting up to the ceiling. Cassi starts to mutter in Gaelic as she rolls an unlit candle into the smoking concoction.

      I watch all of this closely. One to make sure she does it, and two because I find her work fascinating. I always have. 

      After she completes her work, Cassi lights the candle and sets in on the table. 

      [color=#DB7093]“There. Warding spells amplified. Any supernatural creature will feel compelled to leave and not walk down this street. No one can listen in or get in. Happy?”[/color] 

      [color=#006400]”Ah, mon amour. I am always happy,”[/color] I say with a wink.

      She shoves me in the chest before walking back out front.