Modern Magic

[Vivid]

David

OOC: Nice job Song, are you sure you're a "Virgin" ?

OK, let's make some connections between characters.

IC:

David couldn't concentrate on the report. His mind kept coming back to the Girls' Locker room and the unexpected treat that had held his attention for so long. He remembered the moan that drew him to look in a private stall. He remembered the sight of the young woman's athletic body dancing to a rhythem only she could feel, played upon and in her own moist sex. Oh god what he could do to that body! What sounds he could get her to make?

He tried to release the image of her long fingers pushing into and out of her tender opening but he couldn't; it had been so long. God, what if she'd discovered him? She could pick out his magical signature (the "feel" of his Scry spell) and he'd lose his job.

Maybe this frustration would be easier to deal with if he had a release.

He mentally activated the computer database. He recalled it was designed and constructed by a technomage, a student working as intern. She was short but very attractive. Older. She said she was returning to school. What was her name? Gabriel? He'd like to see her again. David shook his mind clear of the thoughts. "Ok," he queried the database, "Who's the best illusionist student in the school?" The computer sent him back a name immediately. He smiled..... This could work....

He grabbed a picture frame from his desk and set out immediately for the dormatories; he had a proposal for this "Lemming".





[Edited by Vivid on 03-11-2001 at 10:55 AM]

 

[Lemming]

Lemming

I sighed as I dispelled the small town. Time to actually get some of the assignments done. Scribing... I had always thought of it like math, something I was really good at, but hated doing. I looked around the room and rubbed my hands together in preparation. If I was going to be doing old-fashioned wizard stuff, I'll just have to be in the right atmosphere...

After the spell had been completed, the entire room was covered in the illusion of a wizard's lab from the old storybooks, complete with bubbling green potions and old musty tomes laying about. Picking up a sheaf of scrolls (a notebook) and a quill (pen), I sat at his great stone table (desk) to begin the assignment. I liked the challenge it gives me to maintain the concentration of the spell and scribe at the same time, something to take my mind off the day.

Just as I put the last flourish of the conjuration scribing I was working on (I -hate- conjuration!) there was a knock at the door, completely breaking my concentration. The illusion just fell apart, little glittering motes of magic floating around in the air, a few shards still fluttered around. I sighed and answered the door, not caring that all the parts of the illusion hadn't disappeared yet, leaving the room an odd confusion of ancient and modern.

"Can I help you?"

OOC

Vivid - if this isn't what you wanted to do, just lemme know and I'll edit it.

 

[Vivid]

David

OOC: Perfect Lemming!

IC:
The door opened in response to David's knocking. A slight shimmer greeted David's eyes as some sort of spell dissolved from existence. The entire room buzzed with magic. Whatever it was must have been grand. Was that a Tesla coil in the corner? He was more confident he had found the right person.

"Lancaster Pir?" he asked of the young man standing before him. Upon confirmation he politely pushed his way into the room. He sidestepped a bubbling beaker heated by a bunsen burner which shimmered with the disturbance of air around it.

"I am David Greys, head of Campus Security. A few years back I got news of possible tampering with final exams. It involved Professor Greal's Advanced Illusory Technique, ILL 217. I suspect that certain classmembers willfully and wrongfully tempered with another classmate's final exam spell. Causing an illusion to appear differently than the caster intended. Does this sound familiar?
My department didn't have the resources to follow-up on it then and administration let the matter drop. However, if evidence of wrongdoing is discovered then the low grade achieved could be reversed, and the involved parties disciplined."

David gave a moment for the familiar tale and implications to be understood by the young man - the fact that this was the only black mark in the courses of his major, the only thing keeping him from graduating with perfect grades in all Illusion classes at this school, maybe even get back at those who did it. David hoped this "Lemming" would go for it.

"I do have the authority to re-open the case even though it's officially closed. But...." David swallowed hard. "I need something done that perhaps you could help me with."

He waited for the student's reaction.

[Edited by Vivid on 03-11-2001 at 10:59 AM]

 

[Lemming]

Lemming

I blinked once ... then again. Perfect marks? I was already top illusionist, but ... Perfect?

I turned and slowly walked to my desk, just standing in front of it, thinking ... reliving the moment in my head. What if I hadn't choked? What if it was interference? I could almost see the stupid lemming running off my de... Hey! I *could* see it! I waved my hand and dispelled the illusion easily with a sigh. Illusions like that came so naturally to me that sometimes I cast them without even thinking about it. But revenge on the people that interfered? Sure, the guy was probably just using me, but that didn't mean I couldn't use him in return...

I turned to regard the head of security once more. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

 

[Vivid]

David

David drew in a long breath, then released it. He looked at the studentjudgingly, then hesitantly. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a picture.
"This... was my wife." he said almost painfully. "I want... time... alone with her again. She'll need to look, smell, and feel real. What can we do to make that happen?"

David looked to the illusionist with reserved hope.

 

[Lemming]

Lancaster

I swallowed awkwardly, not expecting this. I took the picture and looked at it carefully, memorizing every detail.

"Uh... I'd have to think about this a second." I make a few gestures, and the picture is hanging in mid-air without the frame in 3d. I walk around it, studying the image. I could easily make images and sounds and even touchable surfaces with a strong enough spell ... but to get it to act like his wife...? "I'm sorry, but I can't give it any intelligence, or even a simple program to follow without conc..." My voice trailed off, and small smile began to creep it's way onto my face.

"...Unless we get some help from a techie!" In my excitement I used the slang term for technomancers, but I kept going. "I could make the base spell, and then we could add on the program from the computer. Who knows? We might even be able to get it artificial intelligence!"

I rubbed my hands together excitedly and began pacing my room, a bad habit maybe, but not as bad as some others these days. My mind was racing at a mile a second, trying to think of ways to mesh illusion and technomancy. Oh sure, it had been done with virtual reality machines in the past, but that stuff's obsolete these days...

 

[Violet_J]

Gabriel

[OOC] Wow, Vivid, very nice pulling people together. The only reason I came up with the tutoring thing was to bump into Radstroke. It pulled in Cat, and that was nice. I don't mind where you and Lemming have started. I will look for a way to get Riel invovled.

[IC] I nodded to the Professor, "Thank you, sir." I smiled and stepped past him, quickly walking down to the front of the room.

[OOC] Gabriel is returning to her apartment, where I imagine there will be a message or visit from Lemming and David. I figure I will leave this open to whoever wants to respond first.

-Violet

[OOC] Edited because I completely missed a post. Sorry Firegirl.


[Edited by Violet_J on 03-12-2001 at 03:47 AM]

 

[Necro]

Gary

The new transfer student walked down the seemingly empty halls, musing on his "fortune". All through school, other children had made fun of his lack of magical talent in anything except raising corpses, although he could make new creatures from parts of old ones. He ran a thin hand through his blond hair, remembering how they used to all pulverize him.

The only time he had one any respect from his classmates was when that self-styled "summoner" Orion had created a huge orc-like warrior, and Gary responded with a monstrous skeleton, the likes of which few "necros", as they are sometimes called derogatively, have ever made. Usually though, he held back his necrotic strength. After all, everyone already thought he was a sick necrophile.

He didn't really expect it to be any better at a university. He expected to be the 90-pound, sickly white social reject he always had been. But who knew? He never thought he would (or wanted to) be a necromancer. Maybe he could make some friends that understood him.

 

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

OOC: Violet J if you reread the above posts you'll see that I have already left the room, there fore you could not have spoken to me before you left....just wanted to point that out

IC: As I walked down the hallway I looked around to see if anyone was around and noticing the coast was clear shapeshifted into cat form. I sighed a bit and stretched expanding my claws to get used to the form then proceeded on. Noone unless they knew me personally would know I was the cat gliding down the hallway and cutting through the campus towards the student dorms. A couple of years back when I had been teaching Illusions I had a student that had really caught my eye with his talent. He had been quiet and kind of withdrawn from the other students but his skill in illusions was amazing and he had the kindest eyes I had ever seen. He had always been one of my favorites and I had taken him under my paw so to speak. I watched his skill improve and bloom until he had reached the higher levels in this field. Over the last few years I had been keeping an eye on him and occasionally had put a paw into things when someone who was jelous decided to pick on him in some way. I grinned ferally thinking of how embaressed he had been when his first final had not quite one as planned. I finally arrived at my destination and jumped onto his window sill to get a look into the dormatory. He was standing there looking very excited and talking to our head of security about something. He didn't know I was anything other than a stray cat and I did my usual Paw tap on the window to let him know I was there and to let me in, I watched as he turned and seeing me grinned a bit at my unexpected visit.......

 

[Lemming]

Lemming

I stopped in mid-sentence as I heard a little tap on my window and looked over. A cat? Not something I was exactly expecting, but I was in too good a mood at the moment to say no to the poor thing. I gestured quickly for the window to open, but it stubbornly stayed closed. I sighed and went to open it myself, watching the cat jump onto my table and into the room.

I turned to the Head of Security with a grin. "So, what do you think?"

As I waited for his reply, I noticed the cat was rubbing up against my leg. I smiled and reached down to scratch it between the ears...

 

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

OOC: Not a problem Violet we all do it Your doing a great job though, keep it up.


IC: Lancaster came to the window and let me in so I stepped onto his desk then down to the floor. I made a quick scan of the room and sensed the residual magic of a spellfloating about but I didn't worry about it. I walked over to Lemming and rubbed against his legs thanking him in a feline way for letting me in. He reached down and scratched me a bit behind the ears and I purred lightly and leaned into the caress a bit. I was in a playful mood but my curiosity got the better of me so I walked over to the security guard and noticed he was holding the picture of his wife in his hand. I looked up at the man with extreme sympathy in my feline eyes and walked back over to Lancaster. I jumped back up on the desk and took a good look at the boy making sure to seperate illusion from reality on him. I noticed that the only illusion he had up at the moment was the one he had previously had going in the room. "Good boy", I thought to myself your getting more self assured. I listened carefully to what was going on hoping they would say something that would fill me in. I decided that Lemming wasn't paying attention to me because I was being quiet and there fore let out a mild but melodic meow and stood up reaching out and touching his sleeve with my paw making sure to keep my claws sheethed. I added a bit of a magical shimmer to myself making it suttle enough that I knew only He or Sam would have caught it. He wouldn't know what was causing it and it would captivate him I knew, since Lancaster had been one of the few that though animals could be gifted too. I looked up at him eyes pleading for another caress and I grinned ferally as he looked over and smiled at my request for attention.

[Edited by Firegirl976 on 03-12-2001 at 09:35 AM]

 

[Dea Artia]

OOC : My name is Dea Artia and for many years now I've lived a reclusive life as a practioner in a small town. I decided to leave and search out something new, coming to this college to find the one thing I seem to be missing. Although I am old in years, I am not so much in looks (good thing for the boys I bet). I have long raven hair with a streak of white on the right side (caused by a run in with a dragon a few centuries ago). I'm about 5'9'', deep sea green eyes and an amber complexion tinted slightly by the warm rays of the sun.

IC : Walking towards the edge of campus, I find a nice tree to sit under. A quiet place to catch up on my reading. "Its not so bad" I think. "A variety of people, including the profs. Whoever thought I'd be in school! Not as I imagined, but still, its promising."

Looking up from my book, I notice a sleak creature walking towards the dorms, up the side stairs and pausing at a window waiting to be let in.

"My my miss Catrina, seems we have a hobby don't we?"

Getting back to her book, Dea soon lost track of the time and it wasn't until the clock in the tower struck 7 that she realized she had missed a class.

"Oh Phooey" she said, getting up off the ground. She walked back to the main building and towards the class room where she had left her bag and school books, only to find that it was locked. She was already late for her evening job, so she decided to come back tomorrow to pick them up.

[Edited by Dea Artia on 03-15-2001 at 02:51 PM]

 

[Lightman]

Robert

"Ekklaya, ersam dorev, alikyar!"

The shimmering lights slowly changed color, shifting from deep purple to bright yellow.

"Erkam tarayol, tusfar kalando!"

Robert was still not quite sure what had possessed him to try his hand at this spell--it was quite a difficult one, though theoretically within the reach of any student of his level.
It required some advanced equipment hoever--that was why Robert was casting it in one of the public magic labs--though he had specillay picked one that was a little out of the way and usually deserted...he was almost sure that his casting would fail, and hoped he would be spared the embarassment of witnesses.

 

[dragonmld]

New Character
name: Alexander Draconis
Age: unknown Sex: Male
Abilities:Shapeshifting,illusions,mind manipulation.

OOC:As someone new to the area the first thing I decided to do was check out the learning institutions for magic. Though I can gain most anything I need through magic I prefer getting a job teaching young talents how to further their abilities. After choosing this college I put in my resume which was quite extensive so the job was mine almost immediatly.

I was started off with some of the more unatentive students to try and pique their interest.

IC: Now Students our lesson today is the basics of Shapeshifting, who can tell me what are the 2 basic rules of shapeshifting?

Looking Over I see the young lady who my mental push reveals to be named Haley a lovely and bright young lady but unatentive.

She stutters slightly realizing her spell to keep me from noticing her was so easily broken. umm umm I'm not sure Mr. Draconis.......

I sigh slightly and turn to the board and picking up the chalk I write
Rule #1: you can not increase your mass while shapeshifting more than 3 fold, unless you have more than 1 shapeshifter working in tandem.
Rule#2: You haveto take into consideration physical constraints of your shape you are shifting to. you can not make a bird fly if the wings are not the corect proportion, nor can you breathe under water unless you know how a fishes gills work.

 

[Violet_J]

Gabriel

I quietly walked across campus to the parking deck, glancing around casually as I walked between rows of cars. I walked up to my car and touch the handle, murmuring softly releasing the lock. I slip in as the engine starts itself. As I roll out of the parking lot I think to myself, wondering why I never got a vanity plate. I always preffered one that said "BRMSTK"

I pull into my short driveway and kill the engine, deciding I didn't want to mess with my books I left them in the car and walked up to the door empty handed.

I pull my charm from around my neck and hang it on a hook outside my door. The hook secures the leather braid, only releasing it to the spirit of the person who hung it. I open my door with a key and step through, stepping over the twist of wire along the side of the threshold, forming the base of the antimagic arch.

[OOC] I got bored and I'm avoiding bills, so I had to post something. Gabriel will probably stay at home until someone calls.

 

[Vivid]

David

David watched Lancaster toying with the cat with amusement. He took a step back. His slight allergy to cats swelled in his nose. But he liked felines nonetheless.

He considered the student's words and his heart sank. He knew the "techie" he had in mind, that wasn't the problem.
Writing an actual program could take months. He was hoping for a more ... immediate solution to his growing distractions. His mind wandered back to the climaxing nude form under the shower spray. He shrugged the thoughts away.

He cleared his throat and spoke, he was thinking aloud more than addressing the student. "That would be good for the long term, but for now.... hmmm.... It's possible to place glamours over an actual person who can provide the actions and personality but it's just a matter of finding someone... hmmm...." his thoughts trailed off. A slight mewing brought his attention back to the matter at hand.
"Yes, Lancaster, I'll get you in touch with an excellent technothurgist. But there's something else I'm thinking of in the meantime. I'll let you know when I have more of the details."

Using his mindlink with the security databanks he accessed Z-Mail. Tell it what you want to say and it summons parchment and ink, sending the finished letter directly to the feet of the addressee. He told Gabriel how great the new security computer systems work and that he had a private contracting job if she were interested. The message included contact information for Lancaster Pir.
David ran through a sketch of what had transpired and asked her to contact both Lancaster and himself to discuss possibilities. David considered Lancaster and Gabriel, he thought the two would get along well.
"Oh, Lancaster, I'll start the investigation immediately into the incident with the final and we can discuss monetary compensation for your time and talents in this matter. I'll be in touch." he left the student to absorb his last words and turned to leave.
He turned back at the doorway. "Oh, and, no non-familiar animals allowed in the dorms, Lancaster. But I didn't see anything." He smiled warmly as he shut the door.

OOC: let's see who else we can pull in.

 

[Song]

Jessica--the encounter

Jessica started getting dressed after her shower. She put on a dark purple, almost black bra, silky with a pattern woven into the fabric. She liked this one--it made her on-the-small-side breasts look fuller. (But, really, as she had been told *many* times, anything more than a handful--or mouthful!-- was just extra, anyway.) Next was a matching pair of thong panties. Over the bra she put on a loosely woven, see-through half sweater that came to several inches above her navel. And then a pair of tight, low-cut jeans that looked like they were painted onto her muscular thighs, with the waistline so low that it seemed that they must have been glued onto her hips in order to keep from dripping off of her body. Her chiseled abdomen was displayed very nicely with this combination.

On the way back to her dorm room, Jessica decided to take a shortcut through the men's wing. As she turned the corner into the hallway, she literally ran into someone. "Oh, sorry, pardon, didn't mean to..." they both began. She looked up and saw a man in a campus police uniform. An older man--maybe late 30's, early 40's. But not bad looking for his age. Hell, damned fine looking! He looked terribly startled--his piercing eyes wide, and a confused look on his face. Her hands still braced against his chest felt well-defined muscles under his shirt. As she stepped away, she took the opportunity to "accidentally" trace her hands along his shoulders and arms. Yummy.

Jessica stepped back and got a better look at him. Although she was sure she had never met him before, he felt oddly familiar to her. Well, must be one of those deja vu feelings that probably mean something, but no one's really sure quite what... The look he was giving her was almost...hungry. A little bit flattering, and at the same time a little bit scary.

She turned on the charm. She tilted her head down, looked up at him through her thick lashes, and gave him one of her most playful, coquettish smiles. "Sorry 'bout that. I guess I was thinking about other things." He mumbled a reply that she couldn't quite hear. As she walked away, her hips moved just enough to make any observer *quite* sure that those jeans were about to fall off at any step. Halfway down the hallway, she turned to look back and found the man watching her. Well, what man wouldn't...

 

[Vivid]

David -- the encounter

David started to head back to the main security offices but stopped dead in his tracks. All the dormitory corners have mirrors at the edges and he, out of habit, checked this one.

It was her. Her hips swayed as she walked, her low-slung jeans tilting this way and that as if trying desperately to climb higher up her tremndous body. He didn't blame them. His gaze drew to her bare midrift. Her navel was a perfect oval and a small glint of metal made David wonder if it were pierced. He couldn't tell with the mirror's distortion. It was as if he were watching a movie, enraptured by the way her body moved. He almost didn't have time to prepare for the collision he had no intention of avoiding.

His hands lept to the curve of her hips and hers shot defensively to his chest. David felt well-toned muscles under her suntanned skin. They were firm and strong but also soft. He squeezed gently in the brief seconds they were touching. She was warm and smooth, like satin fresh from the dryer.

Her eyes looked up at his and he could see it in his mind. He would take hold of her hips and lean in, her head would tilt back in anticipation. Their lips would part slightly just before his met hers, warm and pliant. He could almost hear the whimper coming from either one, he wouldn't be able to tell. She would respond with passion, fully enveloping him in her arms forcing tongue to tongue. Fire consuming them both.

A slight tremor broke the brief fantasy. She stepped back, looking so innocent. He muttered something and she turned to leave. He could see the topmost spiral of a tatoo that dissapeared into her already-low jeans. David couldn't help wondering what picture, glyph, or sigil was nestled just above her toned buttocks.

He noticed on the ground a delicate gold chain, easily overlooked. It was thin and sparse, too small to be a necklace, either bracelet or anklet. He looked toward the swaying figure, tempted to call out after her but decided to pocket the bauble instead. There were other uses for it.




[Edited by Vivid on 03-13-2001 at 02:15 PM]

 

[Violet_J]

Gabriel

[OOC] So as I'm learning how to do this, I realize that I really shouldn't think about anything. As soon as Vivid started this wife thread I had a great thought. Now though enough stuff has changed...

[IC] I moved gently around my house, getting more and more comfortable by the moment. I poured myself a cup of tea and glided back into my study. I had already changed into a heavy, inlaid robe. It was very warm and comforting, and the corse fabric felt great against my bare skin.

As I settled back down a letter caught my eye, laying on my desk. I reached over, feeling the air around it, its aura, checking to make sure it was as safe as it looked. When I was satisfied, the letter floated up to my hand and I closed my fingers around it.

I opened the heavy paper and began reading, sipping my tea. It was more work, but of a personal nature. And it involved the dead, work I didn't particularly enjoy.

I pulled out my pen and began a reply...


Warden Greys,

I am flattered that you and Mr Pir considered me for this task. This is a very accomplishable feat, but the success depends on several factors.

As Mr Pir has pointed out, I could fabricate a intelligence that would mimic your departed wife. It would take several weeks to fashion such an AI.

A very immediate, and more arcane, solution is to summon your wife, or channel her. This will involve the necromatic arts, so the use of a necromancer would increase the success. I am not a necromancer, I am the next best thing, a technomancer.

I can arrange this, channel your wife through an individual. Mr Pir can fashion an illusion to make the condiut look and feel like your wife.

I have the equipment I need to augement the illusion, overlay it and channel your wife. What I will need from you is a condiut, a subject who is roughly the same build as your wife and willing to have her body possed by your late wife.

If the subject is a natural born shapeshifter, that will increase our success. If you can lay your hands on the talents of a necromancer, that, too, will increase our success.

All of this will cost you very dearly. The Necromatic arts are not something that I have much of a desire to dable in. It may also violate several regulations.

Yours in service,
Mistress Gabriel Winter, R.A.T.M.


[OOC] Hope that gives enough openings for people. Oh, I haven't a clue what the title of the head of campus security would be.

 

[Lemming]

Lemming

As soon as Greys had left I made sure the door was shut and turned to the cat, a very excited look in my eyes. If this cat had powers, me and a few others would have been right this whole time!

I knelt down and held out a friendly hand. "Here, kitty... show Lancaster what magic you can do..." I heightened my magic senses, not that they were much good for anything but illusions and divinations, but I didn't think animal could do anything too advanced.

 

[Firegirl976]

Catrina

I grinned a bit internally to myself and stalked over to Lancaster to pounce lightly on his hand. I allowed him to pick me up and purred loudly as he stroked my fur adoringly. I watched as he "turned up" his magical sight watching to see just how much energy I was radiating. "I didn't think animal could do anything too advanced." I heard his thought as loud as a shout in a silent room. (Very well watch this)I thought to myself, I looked deeply into his eyes then jumped from his grasp to the bed behind him. Once there I stared at a spot on his bed as if spellbound, I watched out of the corner of my eyes as he looked closer to see what I was looking at. He had about given up when a small shimmer started to appear, then suddenly it broke forth into a white light, once the light disapeared the only thing left was a small golden medalion on a chain. On it was a picture of Bestat the feline goddess of Ancient Egypt, on the other side it had one word....."Lancaster". I layed down keeping the medalion under my paws until he asked for it, watching his face closely as he took it gently and looked back to me. I simply laid there with a feline unimpressed look on my face and meowed at him ina cute way before touching his hand with my paw.

 

[Lemming]

Lancaster "Lemming" Pir

I watched the cat with a mixture of suspense and excitement on my face. Both quickly started to fade as nothing happened on the bed, and I was just about ready to give up. Maybe I was just seeing things again ... Wait a minute?

I saw the light and the little amulet that formed and stood in shocked silence a moment, then slowly, ever so slowly and carefully, looked into the cat's eyes for permission, then picked up the small amulet and examined it closely.

Bast was obvious on the front. But when I turned it around, I saw my first name printed on it, clear as day. My eyes widened and I felt a little faint, so I sat on my bed next to the cat and just stared at the amulet a moment, making sure that I wasn't just seeing it. I ran my fingers over it, reaching out with my magic to make sure it wasn't an illusion. Not even the professors here could make an illusion I couldn't see through, and they had tried. When I felt it was real, I looked down at the cat, a strange mix of emotions in my eyes. Was this the proof we'd been looking for? How did it know my name?

"So cat, I don't suppose I get an explanation?" Hey, it was crazy enough it just might work.

 

[Vivid]

David

Arriving back at the Security offices David greeted the student worker covering the night shift. He didn't recognize the figure manning the phones. This one must be new.

He muttered his greetings and went into the back office, shutting the door and warding against scrying. He delicately placed the gold chain on his desk holding it with the softest touch of his strong fingers. Any more and he might contaminate the aura.

Psychometry is a little tricky, the ability to read the emanations around an object to see where it's been, or the strong emotions of the bearer. Any unnecessary contact could spoil the "read".

He was just about to begin pouring energies into the chain when a parchment appeared in front of him.

He unfolded the reply from Gabriel and read. His eyes grew a little downcast. He had wanted to avoid the Necromantic arts. "Though it isn't like we're going to raise her." he thought, so it wouldn't violate that clause in her will. There was nothing about channelling her spirit. He was glad he had convinced her against putting that one in. If she were ever murdered he would want the legal right to ask her any info about her attacker she knew, post-mortim. This was no different, right?

David queried the security database again. This school didn't have a big Necromancy department. But was there anyone? The computer returned a promising prospect. David immediately began a Z-mail to this Gary relaying general information and Gabriel's reccommendation. It offered him monetary compensation and a chance to be a part of a team.

David likewise did a search on natural shapeshifters among the students at (OOC: Did we ever name this place?) this college but the results were less than promising. The talent is rare. He wouldn't know how to approach any student with this anyway -- especially knowing what channelling his wife would do to them.

His mind was tired from the exertion and decided to go home for the night. "Things will be clearer in the morning." he promised himself.

OOC: Was Catrina a student or faculty or alum? The database could have missed her in the search.

 

[Song]

Jessica--the bracelet

When Jessica was undressing for bed that night, she noticed that her bracelet was missing. "Oh, Damn!!" It had special value to her, having been passed down through several generations of women in her family. Well, she'd just have to cast a find-it spell tomorrow--she certainly wasn't going to be traipsing around campus at night!

The next morning Jessica got dressed for track practise. She pulled on a blue, plaid sports bra that emphasized her breasts and muscular arms and shoulders, as well as tight, black jogging shorts that did the same for her chiseled abdomen and strong thighs.

She figured that she could cast the find-it spell now and get her bracelet back on her way to practise. She cast the spell and the little will-o-the-wisp started batting against the door, telling her to follow. She expected it to lead back to the gym--after all, that's where she *knew* she had the bracelet last, and she didn't go anywhere else afterward. Instead, though it lead in a different direction.

"Ah, of course," she thought as she neared the campus police building. Someone must have found it and turned it in. She entered the building and asked the person at the desk to check lost-and-found for her. "Nope, not there miss. Sorry." She insisted that it must be somewhere here--after all, the find-it lead her to the building.

"Look," she said, "it's trying to get into that room. What's in there?"

"That's Warden Grey's office. Want me to ask him if he'll see you?"

"Yes, please--would you do that for me?" Jessica flashed a charming smile at the clerk. In a moment, Jessica was shown into Warden Grey's office, where she stopped dead just inside the door. This was the man from yesterday--the one that she bumped into in the hallway. And on his desk was her bracelet...

 

[Vivid]

David, caught red-handed?

The clerk working the morning shift opened the door, again breaking David's concentration on the fine gold chain. He looked up to see a bouncing glowing orb approaching him.

The clerk muttered something and David gave a half understood "Fine." and waved him away. The glowing ball settled over his hands and danced merrily. It winked out of existence as she walked in.

David's breath caught in his throat. The only woman to occupy his fantasies since his wife came swaying into the office. David began in an official capacity "May I help y..." Then he followed her intense, questioning gaze to the chain still in his hand.

"Ah," he shifted uncomfortably for a mere instant, then recovered all strength and mastery. "Someone turned this in late last night. It was so beautiful that I brought it into my office. I was going to work spells to find the owner. I take it, it's yours?" He looked to her with a gaze that he hoped hid the desire he felt.