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Handguns & Fireballs - A Nikki & Charisma Detective Story (Closed)
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Dingy. If Charisma had to describe her apartment, she would spend five minutes sorting through terms like "crap-hole" and "shit-infested-hell" before politeness and etiquette took over and she would say "Dingy". It wasn't that it was a bad place, but the two room apartment was cramped. The walls pressed in and the shadows crept about the place, cast by the one dull light bulb in the centre. It was a box, with a couch, a tv, a small table, a stove and sink and a bed all in one room. There was a small cupboard that contained a toilet with barely enough room to sit down. The worst thing about it though, the thing that drove Charisma crazy, was the memories. This place saved her from the streets, saved her from losing everything.. and she hated it for it.
Charisma kept her eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the persistent light that shone through the thin curtains. No matter where she seemed to put her head, her eyelids glowed a painful red. 'Just a few more moments...' she told herself, trying to return to blissful sleep. She guessed that things were slowly getting better, but she was sure she'd never get to the place she'd been before. Never reach the height of her dreams ever again, and that was a hard thing to swallow. At least she had a job now, a purpose to life, other than sitting in this depressing place she called home. The thoughts of her job lingered, growing larger in her mind. Didn't she have somewhere to be at this very moment?
Her eyes shot open as she lurched from sleepy to wide awake in an instant. The sun was high, piercing into the room, but there was no more pain as the sleep was instantly dispelled when she looked upon the clock. She was already forty-five minutes late. "...oh...". She heaved herself up from her soft bed, her reluctance to leave the soft sheets growing ever greater as her bare feet slapped onto cold wood flooring.
It wasn't like Charisma hadn't tried to decorate. The bedding, soft pinks and velvet purples made the bed oh so comfy, despite the hard mattress. The single light bulb had a very tasteful dainty pink shade on it, and the walls had paintings of flowers hung on them. Deep down, Charisma was a very feminine woman. Having spent most of her life in a predominantly male profession, she had clung onto the things that made her feel like a woman, refusing to give into their cat calls, their snarky comments and all round degrading behaviour. Charisma had been an exemplary police woman, and had out preformed all her male colleagues to become detective in five short years, an impressive feat for a 21 year old. But that was all before.....
Now she was 25, no longer a part of the force, but working solo, all thanks to Nikki Sweet. And to thank her, Charisma was turning up late. Not something she could afford to do after only a few weeks on the payroll. Her skinny naked body darted from her bedside to her wardrobe. Charisma could be considered as a 'catch', the perfect hourglass figure with medium breasts and curvy hips. Despite her skinny body, she was surprisingly strong and well trained in the art of hand to hand combat. She slipped on her typical uniform, a white blouse and smart black trousers. You can take the girl off the force but you can't take the force out the girl.
She rushed back to her bedside table and pulled out a brush, pulling it through her silky dark hair. Another aspect she was blessed with, her hair was tremendously difficult to mess up. It always seemed to shine silky and smooth. Once she brushed out any knots, she pulled it up in a practised dance to tie into a tight bun on her head. She finished off by throwing on some make-up, a skirt of perfume and her black, lace up boots - the one thing from her career that she'd actually kept.
Grabbing her bag, she checked the clock one last time. 09:55. She rushed out the door and onto the busy street in the heart of New Orleans. It was a sight to behold. Goblins driving taxis and collecting the trash, Ogres and Minotaurs working tirelessly as construction workers, wizards walking around in tailored suits memorizing their spells from iPads, and a few Dragons in their humanoid forms being driven around in their limos.
It was also particularly amazing to Charisma because the world was amazingly magical, yet she had none of it. She was a mundane, entirely devoid of any magical ability whatsoever. The majority of people had at least a flicker of magic, able to do small cantrips or tricks. But not Charisma. Not that it ever bothered her.
Charisma put foot to concrete as she marched herself down the road. The streets were bustling and it was always a nightmare for most people, but there always seemed to be a gap for her as people parted. Whether it was because of her looks, or just the way she seemed so determined to get to where she was going, she wasn't sure. She skidded to a halt in front of her favourite coffee stand.
"Ya late, gal!" the Dwarvish Barista chuckled heartily. Charisma blew out a breath and rolled her eyes.
"God tell me about it, the usual please Thum." she smiled. The Dwarf nodded and pulled one out from below the counter.
"Been keeping it warm for ya!"
"Your a star!" she cried as she took the piping hot cup and threw down some coins before taking off again with a wave. She pounded down the road, turning the corner onto the quieter Dauphine Street. She walked the last few meters and headed straight for the door.
She tried her best to look professional and not guilty for being late, like she actually had a purpose for being late. She was greeted with an impatient looking Gavin and a weeping woman. She couldn't help but throw an apologetic glance to Gavin before dropping her bag near the door. To his credit, Gavin's composure was sure as it always was. Charisma was probably just naturally suspicious, but she found it very difficult to read what lay behind the Elf's eyes. Still, he was cute she supposed.
"Hi Gavin, Hi there." she knelt down before the crying lady, her long legs folding beneath her. Everyone joked she must have Elvish blood in her ancestry somewhere, but at 5"9' she was hardly a giant. "My name's Detective Bellamy, please, follow me through to my office and we can discuss whatever it is that's upsetting you. Gavin, can you tell Detective Sweet I'm taking our client through now." she flashed him a light smile from painted red lips and guided the crying lady up and through the doorway to the 'office'. Her desk, while Nikki would say it was 'cluttered with junk', she thought of as very neat. A photo of family, a plush stuffed kitten toy, a stack of filed paperwork, another photo of her in her police uniform and a pot of ancient materials they call - pens and pencils.
"Take a seat please.. now.. what can we do for you? she said, sitting down in a worn leather chair behind the desk.
Charisma kept her eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the persistent light that shone through the thin curtains. No matter where she seemed to put her head, her eyelids glowed a painful red. 'Just a few more moments...' she told herself, trying to return to blissful sleep. She guessed that things were slowly getting better, but she was sure she'd never get to the place she'd been before. Never reach the height of her dreams ever again, and that was a hard thing to swallow. At least she had a job now, a purpose to life, other than sitting in this depressing place she called home. The thoughts of her job lingered, growing larger in her mind. Didn't she have somewhere to be at this very moment?
Her eyes shot open as she lurched from sleepy to wide awake in an instant. The sun was high, piercing into the room, but there was no more pain as the sleep was instantly dispelled when she looked upon the clock. She was already forty-five minutes late. "...oh...". She heaved herself up from her soft bed, her reluctance to leave the soft sheets growing ever greater as her bare feet slapped onto cold wood flooring.
It wasn't like Charisma hadn't tried to decorate. The bedding, soft pinks and velvet purples made the bed oh so comfy, despite the hard mattress. The single light bulb had a very tasteful dainty pink shade on it, and the walls had paintings of flowers hung on them. Deep down, Charisma was a very feminine woman. Having spent most of her life in a predominantly male profession, she had clung onto the things that made her feel like a woman, refusing to give into their cat calls, their snarky comments and all round degrading behaviour. Charisma had been an exemplary police woman, and had out preformed all her male colleagues to become detective in five short years, an impressive feat for a 21 year old. But that was all before.....
Now she was 25, no longer a part of the force, but working solo, all thanks to Nikki Sweet. And to thank her, Charisma was turning up late. Not something she could afford to do after only a few weeks on the payroll. Her skinny naked body darted from her bedside to her wardrobe. Charisma could be considered as a 'catch', the perfect hourglass figure with medium breasts and curvy hips. Despite her skinny body, she was surprisingly strong and well trained in the art of hand to hand combat. She slipped on her typical uniform, a white blouse and smart black trousers. You can take the girl off the force but you can't take the force out the girl.
She rushed back to her bedside table and pulled out a brush, pulling it through her silky dark hair. Another aspect she was blessed with, her hair was tremendously difficult to mess up. It always seemed to shine silky and smooth. Once she brushed out any knots, she pulled it up in a practised dance to tie into a tight bun on her head. She finished off by throwing on some make-up, a skirt of perfume and her black, lace up boots - the one thing from her career that she'd actually kept.
Grabbing her bag, she checked the clock one last time. 09:55. She rushed out the door and onto the busy street in the heart of New Orleans. It was a sight to behold. Goblins driving taxis and collecting the trash, Ogres and Minotaurs working tirelessly as construction workers, wizards walking around in tailored suits memorizing their spells from iPads, and a few Dragons in their humanoid forms being driven around in their limos.
It was also particularly amazing to Charisma because the world was amazingly magical, yet she had none of it. She was a mundane, entirely devoid of any magical ability whatsoever. The majority of people had at least a flicker of magic, able to do small cantrips or tricks. But not Charisma. Not that it ever bothered her.
Charisma put foot to concrete as she marched herself down the road. The streets were bustling and it was always a nightmare for most people, but there always seemed to be a gap for her as people parted. Whether it was because of her looks, or just the way she seemed so determined to get to where she was going, she wasn't sure. She skidded to a halt in front of her favourite coffee stand.
"Ya late, gal!" the Dwarvish Barista chuckled heartily. Charisma blew out a breath and rolled her eyes.
"God tell me about it, the usual please Thum." she smiled. The Dwarf nodded and pulled one out from below the counter.
"Been keeping it warm for ya!"
"Your a star!" she cried as she took the piping hot cup and threw down some coins before taking off again with a wave. She pounded down the road, turning the corner onto the quieter Dauphine Street. She walked the last few meters and headed straight for the door.
She tried her best to look professional and not guilty for being late, like she actually had a purpose for being late. She was greeted with an impatient looking Gavin and a weeping woman. She couldn't help but throw an apologetic glance to Gavin before dropping her bag near the door. To his credit, Gavin's composure was sure as it always was. Charisma was probably just naturally suspicious, but she found it very difficult to read what lay behind the Elf's eyes. Still, he was cute she supposed.
"Hi Gavin, Hi there." she knelt down before the crying lady, her long legs folding beneath her. Everyone joked she must have Elvish blood in her ancestry somewhere, but at 5"9' she was hardly a giant. "My name's Detective Bellamy, please, follow me through to my office and we can discuss whatever it is that's upsetting you. Gavin, can you tell Detective Sweet I'm taking our client through now." she flashed him a light smile from painted red lips and guided the crying lady up and through the doorway to the 'office'. Her desk, while Nikki would say it was 'cluttered with junk', she thought of as very neat. A photo of family, a plush stuffed kitten toy, a stack of filed paperwork, another photo of her in her police uniform and a pot of ancient materials they call - pens and pencils.
"Take a seat please.. now.. what can we do for you? she said, sitting down in a worn leather chair behind the desk.
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Charisma listened with the same intensity as if she was interrogating a suspect or getting a statement from witness. It was the little details, the things the person didn't say as much as what they did. This is what she did, she read people, their body language, the flick of an eye, the unintentional emphasis on a word or an unnecessary pause as they checked their next statement for incriminating evidence. Even crying elderly ladies.
The need to over express someone's good qualities could indicate that the woman refused to see anything bad about her son, effectively blinding her to his activities. Or it could be she was trying to convince herself as much as anyone else that her son was truly good. It was difficult to tell, she could just be a woman that loves her son, but it was always worth being mindful. Charisma was about to open with her line of enquiries when Gavin made his appearance baring his trademark delicious tea.
He served with a racial grace that came easy to his people, each movement fluid and natural. He glanced in her direction and smiled, and Charisma nodded her head professionally in thanks. Once again she couldn't help but feel suspicious of Gavin's easy smiles, but it was difficult to pin point. It wasn't that Charisma had anything against Elves, or any other race for that matter. There was always a little friction occasionally between groups, and there was the odd faction that tried to shun one race or another but Charisma never took any notice. It was people she mistrusted, people who seem to good to be true.
Speaking of which, Nikki promptly entered. Charisma was still getting used to the casual regard Nikki took to her clients, employees and life in general. Yet there was something about her, something that drew Charisma in. Deep down there was a similarity between them. Different lifestyles, different outlooks even, but there was a connection even if it wasn't one that she could put her finger on.
So she put up with the sweat pants, the slightly singed smell, the alcohol and the smoking. The latter was the worst. Charisma had to hold her hands tightly not to rip the cigarette from Nikki's mouth, which would likely cause her to go ballistic herself.
"This Lady was just telling us how her Son was missing." she said, trying to give Nikki the 'it's a sensitive issue' look.
She turned back to the client and gave her an understanding smile, that showed she took it seriously, a practised expression that had often put people at ease in the past.
"Now, could you tell us where you Son was planning on camping, Miss....?"
The need to over express someone's good qualities could indicate that the woman refused to see anything bad about her son, effectively blinding her to his activities. Or it could be she was trying to convince herself as much as anyone else that her son was truly good. It was difficult to tell, she could just be a woman that loves her son, but it was always worth being mindful. Charisma was about to open with her line of enquiries when Gavin made his appearance baring his trademark delicious tea.
He served with a racial grace that came easy to his people, each movement fluid and natural. He glanced in her direction and smiled, and Charisma nodded her head professionally in thanks. Once again she couldn't help but feel suspicious of Gavin's easy smiles, but it was difficult to pin point. It wasn't that Charisma had anything against Elves, or any other race for that matter. There was always a little friction occasionally between groups, and there was the odd faction that tried to shun one race or another but Charisma never took any notice. It was people she mistrusted, people who seem to good to be true.
Speaking of which, Nikki promptly entered. Charisma was still getting used to the casual regard Nikki took to her clients, employees and life in general. Yet there was something about her, something that drew Charisma in. Deep down there was a similarity between them. Different lifestyles, different outlooks even, but there was a connection even if it wasn't one that she could put her finger on.
So she put up with the sweat pants, the slightly singed smell, the alcohol and the smoking. The latter was the worst. Charisma had to hold her hands tightly not to rip the cigarette from Nikki's mouth, which would likely cause her to go ballistic herself.
"This Lady was just telling us how her Son was missing." she said, trying to give Nikki the 'it's a sensitive issue' look.
She turned back to the client and gave her an understanding smile, that showed she took it seriously, a practised expression that had often put people at ease in the past.
"Now, could you tell us where you Son was planning on camping, Miss....?"
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Charisma mentally noted the details on an imaginary notepad. Gregory Wellington was missing. There had a rough idea of his intended destination, if he wasn't coercing his Mother in some way. Still, it was a place to start. She expected it to be nothing more than a Son's absent mind, a broken phone or a hundred other innocent possible conclusions. In the back of her mind though, her instincts were nagging her.
Charisma happened to glance across at her scruffy colleague as Maggie answered her questions. She watched as the fireball built in Nikki's eyes, the tell tale signs of a volcanic eruption that would signal the end of this routine, yet lucrative investigation, and while this company could do with losing a few customers, Charisma was working hard on improving the firm's reputation. A miraculous feat considering the owner and her unique personal skills.
Charisma jumped up before Nikki could vomit obscenities at the techno-phobic old woman. "Ah! Why don't we go see Gavin and get the necessary forms filled in Mrs Wellington.". She hurried round her desk, avoiding Nikki's scolding gaze as she guided the woman up and back into the reception to hand over to Gavin.
Once again to his credit, Gavin was the charming unflappable host. Usually Charisma tried to go through the paperwork with the client, just in case any further information popped out during normal chit-chat but she felt like she wouldn't get any more out of Maggie Wellington, certainly not with Nikki around. She gave Gavin an uneasy smile and returned back through to the open office.
She knew not to say anything about that, instead she perched her pert bum on the corner of her desk and asked the one burning question she needed to know. "The case, what do you think? Something feels off and I don't like it but I need to know if I'm being paranoid."
Charisma happened to glance across at her scruffy colleague as Maggie answered her questions. She watched as the fireball built in Nikki's eyes, the tell tale signs of a volcanic eruption that would signal the end of this routine, yet lucrative investigation, and while this company could do with losing a few customers, Charisma was working hard on improving the firm's reputation. A miraculous feat considering the owner and her unique personal skills.
Charisma jumped up before Nikki could vomit obscenities at the techno-phobic old woman. "Ah! Why don't we go see Gavin and get the necessary forms filled in Mrs Wellington.". She hurried round her desk, avoiding Nikki's scolding gaze as she guided the woman up and back into the reception to hand over to Gavin.
Once again to his credit, Gavin was the charming unflappable host. Usually Charisma tried to go through the paperwork with the client, just in case any further information popped out during normal chit-chat but she felt like she wouldn't get any more out of Maggie Wellington, certainly not with Nikki around. She gave Gavin an uneasy smile and returned back through to the open office.
She knew not to say anything about that, instead she perched her pert bum on the corner of her desk and asked the one burning question she needed to know. "The case, what do you think? Something feels off and I don't like it but I need to know if I'm being paranoid."
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Charisma nodded, absorbing Nikki's assessment word by word. It was easy to forget that Nikki had a brilliant mind hidden beneath a lazy dress sense and a cold detachment. She withdrew her phone, a company smart phone that Nikki had yet to tamper with as Charisma always had it on her, not that she'd be against Nikki improving it although if anything magical was put into it then Charisma wouldn't know how to use it. In this day and age it was simple tech, the word 'smart' being an archaic term to differentiate the operating systems.
She looked over the information Nikki had provided, Gregory's address, his profile, his rap sheet. It always astounded Charisma the speed and efficiency Nikki was able to gleam information. It would usually take Charisma ten times longer to go through the channels she'd established with her old police buddies. Still, on the occasion it provided context but that certainly wasn't needed now.
She looked up at Nikki as the rest of the words registered, or more importantly, the 'we' bit. Nikki was coming with. She narrowed her eyes as she studied her colleague. Charisma had fully expected to be handed this assignment while Nikki went back to whatever was keeping her up last night. She opened her mouth to ask whatever it was she wasn't telling her but just closed it again and nodded. Whatever it was, Nikki wouldn't hold it back if it would put her in danger. Perhaps she was waiting for Charisma to draw her own conclusions, and that was something she could respect.
There was one thing though, with a faint smile she said, "Sounds like a plan, I'm ready to roll but... if we're going out to kick ass, you might want to think about something other than sweat pants?"
She looked over the information Nikki had provided, Gregory's address, his profile, his rap sheet. It always astounded Charisma the speed and efficiency Nikki was able to gleam information. It would usually take Charisma ten times longer to go through the channels she'd established with her old police buddies. Still, on the occasion it provided context but that certainly wasn't needed now.
She looked up at Nikki as the rest of the words registered, or more importantly, the 'we' bit. Nikki was coming with. She narrowed her eyes as she studied her colleague. Charisma had fully expected to be handed this assignment while Nikki went back to whatever was keeping her up last night. She opened her mouth to ask whatever it was she wasn't telling her but just closed it again and nodded. Whatever it was, Nikki wouldn't hold it back if it would put her in danger. Perhaps she was waiting for Charisma to draw her own conclusions, and that was something she could respect.
There was one thing though, with a faint smile she said, "Sounds like a plan, I'm ready to roll but... if we're going out to kick ass, you might want to think about something other than sweat pants?"
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There was a lot of things that Charisma didn't expect of Nikki Sweet. A professional attitude, a tolerance for the ignorant and a frequent hygiene routine to name a few. She didn't profess to know the woman very well, she didn't seem to let people in very much and every moment, Charisma was surprised by something different.
As Nikki slid down those pants to reveal a perfectly toned behind, smooth silky legs with no trace of hair except for the miraculously neat set of curls. Charisma felt her jaw drop open as she gaped at the woman as she sauntered away, her eyes lingering on that sexy butt. Her eyes snapped up as Nikki reached the door and glanced around, Charisma's face flushed a bright beetroot, her mouth still open in shock. It was in Nikki's eyes that Charisma knew this was no absent minded strip, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. She barely heard the words she spoke, the keys sailing unnoticed past Charisma to clatter loudly against the back wall. The noise pulled Charisma from her daze and she shook her head.
Relationships came difficult for Charisma. When she'd been a career woman, she hadn't had time for them. A quick fumble one time in the academy had ridden her of her virginity, and that was it. She'd never felt regret or loss for this fact, as her career had been going so well. As such, Charisma didn't even know who or what would really capture her interest. But it wasn't everyday a form as unexpectedly beautiful was wiggled in your face. Like other occasions where these thoughts had confronted her, Charisma did the only thing she knew how to do, she buried them.
She retrieved the keys, pulled a comb through her hair and straightened her uniform. Now... to find the car...
The flush had gone down mostly as she stepped through reception. She gave Thank you smile as he almost read her thoughts. It was crazy how perceptive he was. She strolled down the street, the heavy clump of her work boots echoed around the quiet houses. Despite the weeks together, this would be the first time Nikki had entrusted her car to her. It was kind of daunting actually. She hit the unlock button first and then glanced at the unusual yet obviously magical button. Technomancy had been able to provide some magical ability to those like Charisma, mundanes, but if she was honest, Charisma didn't trust it, didn't understand it.
Still, it was intriguing... and Nikki didn't tell her specifically not to. Her thumb circled the button lightly before she glanced around. If she was quick, she could turn it on and off again and no-one would be the wiser. A little rebellious thrill ran through her as she hit that little white button.. just to see...
As Nikki slid down those pants to reveal a perfectly toned behind, smooth silky legs with no trace of hair except for the miraculously neat set of curls. Charisma felt her jaw drop open as she gaped at the woman as she sauntered away, her eyes lingering on that sexy butt. Her eyes snapped up as Nikki reached the door and glanced around, Charisma's face flushed a bright beetroot, her mouth still open in shock. It was in Nikki's eyes that Charisma knew this was no absent minded strip, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. She barely heard the words she spoke, the keys sailing unnoticed past Charisma to clatter loudly against the back wall. The noise pulled Charisma from her daze and she shook her head.
Relationships came difficult for Charisma. When she'd been a career woman, she hadn't had time for them. A quick fumble one time in the academy had ridden her of her virginity, and that was it. She'd never felt regret or loss for this fact, as her career had been going so well. As such, Charisma didn't even know who or what would really capture her interest. But it wasn't everyday a form as unexpectedly beautiful was wiggled in your face. Like other occasions where these thoughts had confronted her, Charisma did the only thing she knew how to do, she buried them.
She retrieved the keys, pulled a comb through her hair and straightened her uniform. Now... to find the car...
The flush had gone down mostly as she stepped through reception. She gave Thank you smile as he almost read her thoughts. It was crazy how perceptive he was. She strolled down the street, the heavy clump of her work boots echoed around the quiet houses. Despite the weeks together, this would be the first time Nikki had entrusted her car to her. It was kind of daunting actually. She hit the unlock button first and then glanced at the unusual yet obviously magical button. Technomancy had been able to provide some magical ability to those like Charisma, mundanes, but if she was honest, Charisma didn't trust it, didn't understand it.
Still, it was intriguing... and Nikki didn't tell her specifically not to. Her thumb circled the button lightly before she glanced around. If she was quick, she could turn it on and off again and no-one would be the wiser. A little rebellious thrill ran through her as she hit that little white button.. just to see...
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The transformation was amazing, Charisma had assumed cloak would mean some kind of stealth device for protection, so she didn't expect the high powered engine to appear before her. The chair squeaked as she gently climbed into the drivers seat, the black leather moulding perfectly to her ass as she wiggled herself into position. The engine roared like a lion at the touch of a button, the beast humming all around her as if it were alive.
Charisma grinned to herself. She hadn't been inside a nice car in years, not since the days of the force and the powerful squad cars she was trained to drive. She glanced around, making sure no-one was watching, before putting her foot to the floor. With precision, she shifted gear and drifted round the corner before screeching to a halt in front of the office. The car sat idly, purring like a kitten and Charisma was in love. Sadly though, she clambered out and stood on the pavement in front of it, admiring it's beauty as she waited for her colleague. The door slammed and she glanced over her shoulder at her beautiful co-worker.
Nikki's work attire was usually always striking and it never failed to stun her how effortlessly flawless Nikki could appear. She was the whole package from her walk to the way her hair danced and floated and Charisma inexplicably found herself blushing. She threw the keys back and turned back to the car to hide her face. "It's beautiful...." she called back. "How fast can she go?"
Charisma grinned to herself. She hadn't been inside a nice car in years, not since the days of the force and the powerful squad cars she was trained to drive. She glanced around, making sure no-one was watching, before putting her foot to the floor. With precision, she shifted gear and drifted round the corner before screeching to a halt in front of the office. The car sat idly, purring like a kitten and Charisma was in love. Sadly though, she clambered out and stood on the pavement in front of it, admiring it's beauty as she waited for her colleague. The door slammed and she glanced over her shoulder at her beautiful co-worker.
Nikki's work attire was usually always striking and it never failed to stun her how effortlessly flawless Nikki could appear. She was the whole package from her walk to the way her hair danced and floated and Charisma inexplicably found herself blushing. She threw the keys back and turned back to the car to hide her face. "It's beautiful...." she called back. "How fast can she go?"
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Watching Nikki come round the car, Charisma smiled brilliantly. "Be careful what you wish for..." her eyes sparkled mischievously. "My Bikinis would blow your mind." She laughed lightly. There was something altogether different to flirts from Nikki to the ones she'd usually get. Most guys didn't know the verbal art and it just came down to debasement. Nikki had a way with words though, whether she was chewing someone out for pissing her off or more rarely, sweet talking.
Charisma loved every moment of it. Her own repertoire was more limited, she didn't flirt... at least, she never used to before meeting Nikki. It was hard not to with her. Charisma slipped in beside Nikki gracefully, watching with interest as Nikki easily handled the dials and screens. The whole experience was surreal and it felt like sitting in a college boy's car at the age of 15, sitting at 'make out creak'... or she suspected it would do if she'd ever done anything like that.
"Lets rock and roll." she said with an easy smile and a cheeky wink.
Charisma loved every moment of it. Her own repertoire was more limited, she didn't flirt... at least, she never used to before meeting Nikki. It was hard not to with her. Charisma slipped in beside Nikki gracefully, watching with interest as Nikki easily handled the dials and screens. The whole experience was surreal and it felt like sitting in a college boy's car at the age of 15, sitting at 'make out creak'... or she suspected it would do if she'd ever done anything like that.
"Lets rock and roll." she said with an easy smile and a cheeky wink.
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The air buzzed, as if the car had just been plugged into the mains. Everything seemed to vibrate and tingle. Charisma wouldn't be surprised if little sparks jumped between her fingers as the music hit her like a ton of bricks. A few strands of hair came lose from her neat bun on her head and fell across her face, but not enough to hide the grimace as she resisted the urge to cover her ears. Of course she'd known that Nikki liked loud music, but had never experienced the full volume blast that thundered through her body. She turned to look out the passenger window, more so that Nikki couldn't see her expression of weakness. In this, they were opposite, Charisma hated the noise, preferring a more serene atmosphere. Of course there was an alluring element to it. Her skin crawled like a lovers kiss and every sensitive nerve was firing, bringing yet another flush to her cheeks.
The speed didn't bother her, in fact she loved it. She could feel the control of the car through Nikki's skilled hands and she wondered where the woman had learned to drive like this. The car rolled to a stop after only a short time and she composed herself as she looked back at Nikki turning the music down. Charisma's ears still rang but at least the question gave her mind something to work on. She decided she'd take the question at face value and not linger on whether it was a test, whether Nikki was watching how she worked or whether she was genuinely interested in how she would proceed.
"Undoubtedly, if anyone is home then they know we're here so I don't see any reason to be sneaky. We don't look like cops so they're more likely to be curious then they are to drop everything and run. We have to be careful as at the moment, the only real facts we have are a missing persons report. If he's in there, it'll make things harder but we'll have to be invited in. Maybe a bogus story about his Mom? He obviously still cares for her otherwise why keep up the pretence? It's definitely an angle we can lean on. Of course if he's not in there then we can just bust in and take a look around...." Charisma realised she'd barely taken a breath and paused for a moment with a sheepish smile.
"Basically, until we know anything more, we should tread carefully." She looked at her companion with a 'I hope that was what you were wanting to hear' kind of expression before glancing up at the building. It was formidable, obviously designed to keep people out and it wasn't exactly like this was a 'bad neighbourhood', although it wasn't particularly great either. She scanned the windows, trying to see through the dirt to spot anyone watching them, an impossible task.
The speed didn't bother her, in fact she loved it. She could feel the control of the car through Nikki's skilled hands and she wondered where the woman had learned to drive like this. The car rolled to a stop after only a short time and she composed herself as she looked back at Nikki turning the music down. Charisma's ears still rang but at least the question gave her mind something to work on. She decided she'd take the question at face value and not linger on whether it was a test, whether Nikki was watching how she worked or whether she was genuinely interested in how she would proceed.
"Undoubtedly, if anyone is home then they know we're here so I don't see any reason to be sneaky. We don't look like cops so they're more likely to be curious then they are to drop everything and run. We have to be careful as at the moment, the only real facts we have are a missing persons report. If he's in there, it'll make things harder but we'll have to be invited in. Maybe a bogus story about his Mom? He obviously still cares for her otherwise why keep up the pretence? It's definitely an angle we can lean on. Of course if he's not in there then we can just bust in and take a look around...." Charisma realised she'd barely taken a breath and paused for a moment with a sheepish smile.
"Basically, until we know anything more, we should tread carefully." She looked at her companion with a 'I hope that was what you were wanting to hear' kind of expression before glancing up at the building. It was formidable, obviously designed to keep people out and it wasn't exactly like this was a 'bad neighbourhood', although it wasn't particularly great either. She scanned the windows, trying to see through the dirt to spot anyone watching them, an impossible task.
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Charisma had to blink and pull her gaze back from the building in front of them to get back into the conversation that Nikki had seemingly started from nothing. It didn't take her long to realise Nikki was talking about her. Charisma's mouth opened and closed several times as her head sorted and discarded suitable responses but Nikki was already slipping from the car. That look though, the smile that promised everything and nothing at the same time, the eyes that swept Charisma like she was wearing nothing.
It would be so much easier if she knew how to handle these types of situations. She felt awkward, her mouth felt dry and she didn't know what to say. It had pretty much started at the interview, a few little comments, a glance or two. Nikki was so damn hard to read and Charisma was good at reading people! She'd thought nothing of it till she realised Nikki didn't just flirt with anyone. But this was the first time she'd felt really... flustered by it.. in a good way.
All she could do was give her a light smile, her eyes dropping to that pert ass as Nikki stood and closed the door behind her. Charisma blinked a few more times, and shook her head to try and free some of the inappropriate thoughts.
She pulled herself from the car, her work boots hitting the pavement with a confident stomp. She adjusted her jacket and straightened her blouse before following behind Nikki. "Just be careful..." She warned unnecessarily. She knew Nikki didn't need telling but it sounded good to say it out loud. Something didn't quite feel right.
She put on her game face and strode purposefully for the front door, even as Nikki swept off into the garden. The place had an 'abandoned frat house' feel, which made it even more disturbing. Still, nothing else for it. She pulled open the screen door and both buzzed and knocked, and then she waited....
It would be so much easier if she knew how to handle these types of situations. She felt awkward, her mouth felt dry and she didn't know what to say. It had pretty much started at the interview, a few little comments, a glance or two. Nikki was so damn hard to read and Charisma was good at reading people! She'd thought nothing of it till she realised Nikki didn't just flirt with anyone. But this was the first time she'd felt really... flustered by it.. in a good way.
All she could do was give her a light smile, her eyes dropping to that pert ass as Nikki stood and closed the door behind her. Charisma blinked a few more times, and shook her head to try and free some of the inappropriate thoughts.
She pulled herself from the car, her work boots hitting the pavement with a confident stomp. She adjusted her jacket and straightened her blouse before following behind Nikki. "Just be careful..." She warned unnecessarily. She knew Nikki didn't need telling but it sounded good to say it out loud. Something didn't quite feel right.
She put on her game face and strode purposefully for the front door, even as Nikki swept off into the garden. The place had an 'abandoned frat house' feel, which made it even more disturbing. Still, nothing else for it. She pulled open the screen door and both buzzed and knocked, and then she waited....
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An inadvertent squeak left Charisma's lips as the door was flung open and she stepped several steps back, her hand automatically dropping to hip where her weapon was concealed. Upon seeing Nikki's beautiful visage appear she relaxed and shook her head softly. She followed the woman inside, closing the door quietly behind her.
Her eyes were everywhere, no shadow was safe from her gaze as she swept the house. She withdrew a small-pen sized- flashlight and click it on to help to pierce the darkness. Despite the squalid conditions and the serious conversation, she couldn't help but smirk at Nikki's callousness. She moved away, searching here and there, looking for any evidence of misbehaviour.
"Are we certain that no-one legged it when they saw we were outside? Is there any way out from the back?" she called back as she pushed trash around with her boot. Her nose crinkled at the smell. Suddenly, she kicked the rubbish hard, sending bottles and cardbox boxes flying. "This is fucking disgusting!" she raged.
Her eyes were everywhere, no shadow was safe from her gaze as she swept the house. She withdrew a small-pen sized- flashlight and click it on to help to pierce the darkness. Despite the squalid conditions and the serious conversation, she couldn't help but smirk at Nikki's callousness. She moved away, searching here and there, looking for any evidence of misbehaviour.
"Are we certain that no-one legged it when they saw we were outside? Is there any way out from the back?" she called back as she pushed trash around with her boot. Her nose crinkled at the smell. Suddenly, she kicked the rubbish hard, sending bottles and cardbox boxes flying. "This is fucking disgusting!" she raged.
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Charisma blushed at Nikki's laugh, looking over at her sheepishly. The outburst had been pretty silly and she couldn't help but laugh as well. It was frustrating though, she'd expected to find someone, or something, and not just a large pile of trash. How could someone live in this dump? She listened to Nikki's analysis of the outdoors, mentally crossing it off her list.
She looked down at Nikki as she rummaged in a space that Charisma had just uncovered with her big boot. There were a few moments of silence, Charisma couldn't see exactly what Nikki was looking at. Just as she was about to crouch as well, a tiny white stone pinged past her face. She followed its arch up before snatching it on its way back down. She held it up to her face, turning it this way and that. She nodded slowly and made a "Hmmm" sound. She glanced back at Nikki and had to unfortunately shrug, her face taking on a pained expression as she said the one thing she hated saying.
"I don't know....... what is it?" She could make some educated guesses. Perhaps a spell component, a drug of some sort, or even a potion ingredient. Or perhaps it was just what it was, a pearl. It could be valuable, and there were creatures that liked various stones more than others. Each was a viable option, but Nikki had already guessed what it was, and that made Charisma feel worse.
She looked down at Nikki as she rummaged in a space that Charisma had just uncovered with her big boot. There were a few moments of silence, Charisma couldn't see exactly what Nikki was looking at. Just as she was about to crouch as well, a tiny white stone pinged past her face. She followed its arch up before snatching it on its way back down. She held it up to her face, turning it this way and that. She nodded slowly and made a "Hmmm" sound. She glanced back at Nikki and had to unfortunately shrug, her face taking on a pained expression as she said the one thing she hated saying.
"I don't know....... what is it?" She could make some educated guesses. Perhaps a spell component, a drug of some sort, or even a potion ingredient. Or perhaps it was just what it was, a pearl. It could be valuable, and there were creatures that liked various stones more than others. Each was a viable option, but Nikki had already guessed what it was, and that made Charisma feel worse.
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Charisma's heart fell a moment as Nikki looked at her with the same distaste as she'd looked at Mrs Wellington. It was only fleeting before the woman put the mask back on and Charisma lost where she stood with her once again. She hoped Nikki was quick to forgive her, especially as she should have voiced her opinion instead of keep it to herself. Her surmise had been very similar to Nikki's, if only she'd opened her mouth. She didn't feel the need to say that she knew that though, it'd only serve to make her look more stupid. Instead she just nodded and played the part of the student.
Magic wasn't her strong suit, even in a world like this there were still plenty of ordinary crimes and they had been her primary focus, both as a policewoman and a detective. But she was learning, her time spent on the streets between jobs was an experience that expanded her horizons, and since meeting Nikki, she had made extra effort to absorb all she could.
Charisma took one last glance around before following the woman upstairs, her eyes lingering on that shifting, swaying ass. Once again a mixture of confusing emotions threatened to distract her. Nikki was quick up the stairs though and the moment didn't last long.
Charisma, much to her distaste, took the bathroom. It was as disgusting as the rest, a thick layer of grease surrounded every porcelain amenity, and the towels stank of mold and rot. The place looked very unused, but that didn't surprise her. She flicked through cupboards and checked in dark corners but came up nothing.
Her name echoed through the building, and she couldn't help but smirk. She tried to put on her professional face as she entered the bedroom where Nikki had continued to investigate, and she noted the powder. "Pearl powder?" she asked as she crouched by the table to get a better look, holding her breath so it didn't go everywhere.
She leant back and looked up. "Looks more like drugs than spell components?" she mused. The way Nikki was looking at her, she sensed that Nikki had suspected this right from the start. Charisma wasn't irritated by this, or by the cocky, self assured smile... she was impressed.
Magic wasn't her strong suit, even in a world like this there were still plenty of ordinary crimes and they had been her primary focus, both as a policewoman and a detective. But she was learning, her time spent on the streets between jobs was an experience that expanded her horizons, and since meeting Nikki, she had made extra effort to absorb all she could.
Charisma took one last glance around before following the woman upstairs, her eyes lingering on that shifting, swaying ass. Once again a mixture of confusing emotions threatened to distract her. Nikki was quick up the stairs though and the moment didn't last long.
Charisma, much to her distaste, took the bathroom. It was as disgusting as the rest, a thick layer of grease surrounded every porcelain amenity, and the towels stank of mold and rot. The place looked very unused, but that didn't surprise her. She flicked through cupboards and checked in dark corners but came up nothing.
Her name echoed through the building, and she couldn't help but smirk. She tried to put on her professional face as she entered the bedroom where Nikki had continued to investigate, and she noted the powder. "Pearl powder?" she asked as she crouched by the table to get a better look, holding her breath so it didn't go everywhere.
She leant back and looked up. "Looks more like drugs than spell components?" she mused. The way Nikki was looking at her, she sensed that Nikki had suspected this right from the start. Charisma wasn't irritated by this, or by the cocky, self assured smile... she was impressed.
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