She made her way through the streets of Rhy'Din, careful to follow the map that Dameon had given her before they'd parted ways. She'd carefully thought out a very..."calm" approach to all of this, and had every intention to follow through with it. Something did not sit right with her that they'd managed to misplace his body, and as Rea came upon the building, she stopped a moment and looked it over. The gentle fall of rain, did wonders to soothe the fire burning in her. But it would not remove the questions or the pain. She walked around the quaint building, studying every window, crack and crevice. How could they have misplaced his body? She shook her head, running her fingers through her, now damp hair. With fire in her eyes, Rea shouldered the door open.
Pale silver eyes flickered over the insides of the office part of the building. Her eyes needing only seconds to adjust to the lighting as she looked it over carefully. She quirked a brow as everything seemed so...neat...so tidy. This alone only caused more questions to formulate in Rea's mind. Minute puddles of water began to pool at her feet as she continued to study the scene before her.
He looked up at the chime to the door. He was so busy, he did not have time for this, this whatever it was. Business was slow now, but thankfully the bodies that were still there, were his to process. He was shortstaffed, let alone now that word had gotten out about the misplacement of the young man's body. He'd heard rumors there was to be a formal investigation and possible charges filed. He was at his wits end, but...business was business as he studied the young woman standing there. Why was she just looking around? Was she inspecting the place? Was she the investigator that was rumored to have been coming? Clearing his throat, he stood from behind the desk, extending a hand towards her. "Hello there Miss. How may I help you today?" He offered her a smile.
She'd been studying a filing cabinet, and listening to the other bodies moving around in the back when the man's voice pierced her serene silence. Her eyes flickered colors as she looked to him, smirking. She made no movement to accept the offered hand as she spoke. Her voice was so very gentle, so very ... dangerous. "Indeed you may Sir. I've come on this dreary day to make some inquiries pertaining to a body you would have recieved the night before last." She left it at that as she studied his reactions, his heartbeat, his pulse and more importantly...his mind. Crystal blue eyes now watching the man very closely.
Did her eyes just change colors? He blinked, swallowing the lump that'd formed in this throat. So this was the investigator then. They were going to file charges. Damn, that's going to ruin my business, possibly run me out of business. What will I tell my wife? She'll kill me. No, no. I can handle this. Maybe it's not even about that particular body. Maybe it is just a grieving widow come to check on the arrangements. There! Her eyes did change colors. Oh hell, what manner of creature has Rhy'Din brought to my door this time. He kept that professional smile plastered in place, while watching the woman. "And how may I help you with such inquiries Miss?"
So she'd made him uncomfortable. Perfect. She'd not moved and she would not as of yet. For fear that this, "calm" approach would not be so if she did. "First off, I would like to make sure that you are indeed the Lead Coroner, yes?" Her head canted to the side, a lock of damp ebony hair falling over one eye.
Why did that matter? Why would she care? She's come here about a dead body and wants to know if I am the Lead? Of course I'm the blasted Lead. He nodded his head to her. "I am, yes." A moments confusion clouded his mind. "And may I ask of who is inquiring?"
She licked her lips, almost seductively, to keep his attentions focused on her and why she was here. "My name is Reanna Falassion."
Falassion...Falassion...he thought quickly and carefully. There were no bodies in the back tagged with that name. Who was she? What the hell did she want? Maybe someone in her family just died. "It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance Miss Falassion." An arch of brow as the subtle hint.
And with that she moved from in front of the door and stepped to the side, so fluidly she felt the man's eyes follow her body as she leaned against a nearby desk. "I'm sure it is. Now back to the business at hand. I am here to inquire about the body of Michael Jonas De'Mero." She studied him again, smirking to herself as she watched his reaction.
With the mention of the man's name, his pulse quickened, his heartbeat accelerated and his body broke out into a cold sweat. His hand reached automatically for the hankerchief tucked into his back pocket and he mopped furiously at his now dampened brow.
Pale silver eyes flickered over the insides of the office part of the building. Her eyes needing only seconds to adjust to the lighting as she looked it over carefully. She quirked a brow as everything seemed so...neat...so tidy. This alone only caused more questions to formulate in Rea's mind. Minute puddles of water began to pool at her feet as she continued to study the scene before her.
He looked up at the chime to the door. He was so busy, he did not have time for this, this whatever it was. Business was slow now, but thankfully the bodies that were still there, were his to process. He was shortstaffed, let alone now that word had gotten out about the misplacement of the young man's body. He'd heard rumors there was to be a formal investigation and possible charges filed. He was at his wits end, but...business was business as he studied the young woman standing there. Why was she just looking around? Was she inspecting the place? Was she the investigator that was rumored to have been coming? Clearing his throat, he stood from behind the desk, extending a hand towards her. "Hello there Miss. How may I help you today?" He offered her a smile.
She'd been studying a filing cabinet, and listening to the other bodies moving around in the back when the man's voice pierced her serene silence. Her eyes flickered colors as she looked to him, smirking. She made no movement to accept the offered hand as she spoke. Her voice was so very gentle, so very ... dangerous. "Indeed you may Sir. I've come on this dreary day to make some inquiries pertaining to a body you would have recieved the night before last." She left it at that as she studied his reactions, his heartbeat, his pulse and more importantly...his mind. Crystal blue eyes now watching the man very closely.
Did her eyes just change colors? He blinked, swallowing the lump that'd formed in this throat. So this was the investigator then. They were going to file charges. Damn, that's going to ruin my business, possibly run me out of business. What will I tell my wife? She'll kill me. No, no. I can handle this. Maybe it's not even about that particular body. Maybe it is just a grieving widow come to check on the arrangements. There! Her eyes did change colors. Oh hell, what manner of creature has Rhy'Din brought to my door this time. He kept that professional smile plastered in place, while watching the woman. "And how may I help you with such inquiries Miss?"
So she'd made him uncomfortable. Perfect. She'd not moved and she would not as of yet. For fear that this, "calm" approach would not be so if she did. "First off, I would like to make sure that you are indeed the Lead Coroner, yes?" Her head canted to the side, a lock of damp ebony hair falling over one eye.
Why did that matter? Why would she care? She's come here about a dead body and wants to know if I am the Lead? Of course I'm the blasted Lead. He nodded his head to her. "I am, yes." A moments confusion clouded his mind. "And may I ask of who is inquiring?"
She licked her lips, almost seductively, to keep his attentions focused on her and why she was here. "My name is Reanna Falassion."
Falassion...Falassion...he thought quickly and carefully. There were no bodies in the back tagged with that name. Who was she? What the hell did she want? Maybe someone in her family just died. "It's a pleasure to make your aquaintance Miss Falassion." An arch of brow as the subtle hint.
And with that she moved from in front of the door and stepped to the side, so fluidly she felt the man's eyes follow her body as she leaned against a nearby desk. "I'm sure it is. Now back to the business at hand. I am here to inquire about the body of Michael Jonas De'Mero." She studied him again, smirking to herself as she watched his reaction.
With the mention of the man's name, his pulse quickened, his heartbeat accelerated and his body broke out into a cold sweat. His hand reached automatically for the hankerchief tucked into his back pocket and he mopped furiously at his now dampened brow.