Erica
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Best Forgotten - Supernaturals in the modern day world deal with Elder God madness [Elixir and Erica]
Once upon a time, Emerald Grove had probably once been aptly named. It lay on the edge of a large forest full of oak, maple, pine and evergreens before the landscape soared upward into the foothills of a ridge owned by some conservation group or another. The land to the east of this green oasis, however, was privately owned and had been developed into a major city with a thriving business district and boasting a notable nightlife and theater scene.
Here, Sarah Rosewood had most recently made her home and established a reputation. To the mortal world, she had a stellar reputation as a mediator. When companies disputed, she was often called in. Even more often, the seedier side of Emerald Grove called upon her services. Whether it was competing CEOs or rival mob bosses, she didn’t care: but she always delivered, and often uncovered the core of the issue in short order. Her reputation among the supernatural residents of Emerald Grove did not differ that greatly: she was known to deliver. If you needed an item or person found, Sarah was the one to go to, if you could afford her.
A week ago, Kyle Gould had come to Sarah with a proposal. The pixie had a lucrative business as a black market dealer in supernatural items in Stanbury, the next largest city over the hills. He and Sarah had a roughly symbiotic relationship: she occasionally used him to sell, store, or transport items, and he would occasionally ask her to help locate an item for one of his customers. This time, it was a ring. One he had heard of but had little detail on (and that lack of detail made Sarah very suspicious), but he had a picture and a general location - and that location was in Emerald Grove in the west side of town. It was enough to get Sarah started.
Her initial research showed nothing like the picture he had shown in her books, although admittedly she had little time to do a thorough search. Kyle had given her the impression that the ring was somehow elusive, and she did not want to miss the opportunity to find it. She would research it after she had it - and before handing it over to Kyle. If it was too dangerous to be in circulation, she could always lie and tell him it had eluded her.
Using the description provided, she let her senses guide her. The ring seemed elusive, even to her, but she eventually ended up in the newly renovated bar district. As Emerald Grove had grown in population and wealth, developers were arriving with their plans for Whole Foods and tiny coffee bars. Most of them had settled on the west side of town, and the taxes there had skyrocketed. The smaller bars had been bought out by developers, now competing to make the most pretentious upscale “bar and eatery” for the yuppie set.
It was to this area that Sarah had been drawn, and now she stood outside the Brew Ha Ha bar. “Really?” she said to no one in particular as she looked up at the sign. Someone thought they were exceptionally clever. For such an attempt at being witty, it looked like an ordinary bar, just with a fresh coat of paint on the walls and new shellac on the wood grain bar and tables. Stepping inside, the tall red-head drew a few looks: even in jeans and a long-sleeved navy blue t-shirt coupled with a brown leather jacket, she had a tendency to attract attention. She didn’t mind it one bit. Ordinarily, she might have reveled in it briefly, but tonight she was here on business.
A slow pulse echoed in the back of her mind, urging her to one of the back booths. It was only eight, so the place wasn’t truly busy yet. Several twenty and thirty-somethings stood talking about work or their plans for the evening, most still dressed in business casual attire. A tall man in a blue button-down shirt and well-tailored pants smiled at her expectantly as she moved in his direction. She smirked at him in turn as she walked on past him toward the booth in question. Slipping into it caught the attention of a waitress, who said, “I’ll be right there,” as she passed in her circuit around the room. Sarah nodded and slipped further into the booth.
She could feel the pulse now, strong and steady. It was here - but an exploration of the cushions turned up nothing. Sarah glanced under the table, but all that remained were bits of food and wrappers that the cleaning crew had missed. Frowning, she tried the cushions again and discovered a crack in the wood of the bench just large enough for a signet ring to slip into. “There you are,” she said with satisfaction as she felt her fingers touch an embossed metal surface. It seemed caught for a second, but then slipped free with less resistance than she would have expected for the location. (It was so abrupt that she even wacked her hand against the booth cushion in the process of pulling it out.)
The waitress shot Sarah an annoyed look as she stepped up, but then quickly replaced it with a manufactured smile. “Sorry. It’s a little busy tonight.” It wasn’t true, but it was better than what was probably coming to mind. Clearly the waitress had thought Sarah had been addressing her.
Sarah smiled brightly at the blonde, who somehow managed to look good despite wearing comfortable shoes and an apron. “Oh, I didn’t mean you,” Sarah said gently as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “I had just lost something in the cushions. No worries: I’ve found it now. Can I get a mohito, please?”
When the waitress had left, Sarah pulled out the ring and studied it briefly. It practically radiated power - and there was something else to it that she could not quite figure out: a pulse or pull of some sort. Now that she had handled it, she grew more confident she would need to research it. This might belong out of Kyle’s hands - or the hands of whoever else might be looking for it.
With that in mind, she slipped the ring into her jacket pocket for later inspection. The pocket was one of her tricks: it stored the ring in an adjacent plane, accessible only by her. When she returned to the safety of her warded apartment, she would inspect it more closely, but with the power the ring was radiating, she wouldn’t be surprised if it had attracted some attention all on its own. With that thought, she belatedly looked up to see if anyone else had made note of her discovery.
Best Forgotten - Supernaturals in the modern day world deal with Elder God madness [Elixir and Erica]
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Once upon a time, Emerald Grove had probably once been aptly named. It lay on the edge of a large forest full of oak, maple, pine and evergreens before the landscape soared upward into the foothills of a ridge owned by some conservation group or another. The land to the east of this green oasis, however, was privately owned and had been developed into a major city with a thriving business district and boasting a notable nightlife and theater scene.
Here, Sarah Rosewood had most recently made her home and established a reputation. To the mortal world, she had a stellar reputation as a mediator. When companies disputed, she was often called in. Even more often, the seedier side of Emerald Grove called upon her services. Whether it was competing CEOs or rival mob bosses, she didn’t care: but she always delivered, and often uncovered the core of the issue in short order. Her reputation among the supernatural residents of Emerald Grove did not differ that greatly: she was known to deliver. If you needed an item or person found, Sarah was the one to go to, if you could afford her.
A week ago, Kyle Gould had come to Sarah with a proposal. The pixie had a lucrative business as a black market dealer in supernatural items in Stanbury, the next largest city over the hills. He and Sarah had a roughly symbiotic relationship: she occasionally used him to sell, store, or transport items, and he would occasionally ask her to help locate an item for one of his customers. This time, it was a ring. One he had heard of but had little detail on (and that lack of detail made Sarah very suspicious), but he had a picture and a general location - and that location was in Emerald Grove in the west side of town. It was enough to get Sarah started.
Her initial research showed nothing like the picture he had shown in her books, although admittedly she had little time to do a thorough search. Kyle had given her the impression that the ring was somehow elusive, and she did not want to miss the opportunity to find it. She would research it after she had it - and before handing it over to Kyle. If it was too dangerous to be in circulation, she could always lie and tell him it had eluded her.
Using the description provided, she let her senses guide her. The ring seemed elusive, even to her, but she eventually ended up in the newly renovated bar district. As Emerald Grove had grown in population and wealth, developers were arriving with their plans for Whole Foods and tiny coffee bars. Most of them had settled on the west side of town, and the taxes there had skyrocketed. The smaller bars had been bought out by developers, now competing to make the most pretentious upscale “bar and eatery” for the yuppie set.
It was to this area that Sarah had been drawn, and now she stood outside the Brew Ha Ha bar. “Really?” she said to no one in particular as she looked up at the sign. Someone thought they were exceptionally clever. For such an attempt at being witty, it looked like an ordinary bar, just with a fresh coat of paint on the walls and new shellac on the wood grain bar and tables. Stepping inside, the tall red-head drew a few looks: even in jeans and a long-sleeved navy blue t-shirt coupled with a brown leather jacket, she had a tendency to attract attention. She didn’t mind it one bit. Ordinarily, she might have reveled in it briefly, but tonight she was here on business.
A slow pulse echoed in the back of her mind, urging her to one of the back booths. It was only eight, so the place wasn’t truly busy yet. Several twenty and thirty-somethings stood talking about work or their plans for the evening, most still dressed in business casual attire. A tall man in a blue button-down shirt and well-tailored pants smiled at her expectantly as she moved in his direction. She smirked at him in turn as she walked on past him toward the booth in question. Slipping into it caught the attention of a waitress, who said, “I’ll be right there,” as she passed in her circuit around the room. Sarah nodded and slipped further into the booth.
She could feel the pulse now, strong and steady. It was here - but an exploration of the cushions turned up nothing. Sarah glanced under the table, but all that remained were bits of food and wrappers that the cleaning crew had missed. Frowning, she tried the cushions again and discovered a crack in the wood of the bench just large enough for a signet ring to slip into. “There you are,” she said with satisfaction as she felt her fingers touch an embossed metal surface. It seemed caught for a second, but then slipped free with less resistance than she would have expected for the location. (It was so abrupt that she even wacked her hand against the booth cushion in the process of pulling it out.)
The waitress shot Sarah an annoyed look as she stepped up, but then quickly replaced it with a manufactured smile. “Sorry. It’s a little busy tonight.” It wasn’t true, but it was better than what was probably coming to mind. Clearly the waitress had thought Sarah had been addressing her.
Sarah smiled brightly at the blonde, who somehow managed to look good despite wearing comfortable shoes and an apron. “Oh, I didn’t mean you,” Sarah said gently as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “I had just lost something in the cushions. No worries: I’ve found it now. Can I get a mohito, please?”
When the waitress had left, Sarah pulled out the ring and studied it briefly. It practically radiated power - and there was something else to it that she could not quite figure out: a pulse or pull of some sort. Now that she had handled it, she grew more confident she would need to research it. This might belong out of Kyle’s hands - or the hands of whoever else might be looking for it.
With that in mind, she slipped the ring into her jacket pocket for later inspection. The pocket was one of her tricks: it stored the ring in an adjacent plane, accessible only by her. When she returned to the safety of her warded apartment, she would inspect it more closely, but with the power the ring was radiating, she wouldn’t be surprised if it had attracted some attention all on its own. With that thought, she belatedly looked up to see if anyone else had made note of her discovery.
