Topic: The Witch Who Cried ...'Pumpkin'?

Elly

Date: 2007-01-30 02:22 EST
Click. Click. Click.

The Witch ascended yet more stairs. Dainty little hand moved from the railing to wipe at her brow in an oh so dramatic fashion when she reached the top. "Phew~" Violet eyes grew wide as she looked about, taking a few timid steps down the hallway, scent of pumpkin and spices trailing not too far behind her. "I thought it was here~" Glossy pink lips puckered into a pout of sorts as she walked.

Click. Click. Click.

Crimson hair was curly today, bouncing about as she turned her head this way and that way, looking over doors and.. oh? What was.. this was it, wasn't it? Heels clickety clacketied against the floor as she approached a door of interest, then she leaned forwards, lips silently moving as she read the words on frostied glass.

Alain D'Mourir...

Everything else was disregarded as a soft squeal started emanating from the back of her throat. "Found it~!" She leaned forward to peer through the glass, in hopes of catching a peek of her future husband, but alas! Frosty glass meant blurs.. no clarity. No matter! She'd seem him soon enough!

The Witch straightened, her normally five foot even frame now five foot six, thanks to those black, pin heeled shoes. She was nothing less than flawless in appearance today, those crimson curls framing her lightly make up-ed face, and still long and running down her back despite the tightness of the curls. Dainty hands ran down her curvy sides, smoothing her clothing out. She had to make herself presentable! Dress was short, black, strapless, though over that was a see through, form fitting, short sleeved crimson blouse. To top it all off? Tight knit fishnet stockings.

One of her hands moved from her side to knock at the door, before pausing in mid-air, as if she just remembered something. Hands then cupped beneath that bountiful bosom of hers and gave a little boost of sorts. Much better! Yet so shameful...

Adjustment made, she finally knocked on the door. As she waited, she straightened a bit more, peered up from lowered, fluttering eyelashes, puckered her lips into a playful, pouty smile, clasped little hands in front of her as the sides of her arms pushed her bosom up and together, and blushed ever so faintly.

Now to wait...

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2007-01-30 15:49 EST
"No ma'am, I... yes, of course, but... well I don't see why we couldn't talk to him about this... yes, of course I can stake the place out, but... your bed? Is that really, ah... necessary? Hello? Mrs. Lewis?" Alain held the phone away from his face to stare at it, still spinning a number two pencil in the other hand. There was a knock at the door, and he set the phone down on the receiver and clambered out of his chair towards the door, one large hand straightening his hair. Dark blue button-up tucked in that his frame, large arms snugly fitting rolled-up sleeves, jean-cut dark khakis, blaster in a brown leather shoulder holster, and boots mostly covered by his pants legs - he wanted to look professional, but still he remained eye candy. One finger itched at his whiskery chin as he neared the door.
This hadn't been the first time Mrs. Lewis had called him. What kind of lunatic would solicit his services as a private investigator as a ploy to get in bed with him...?
He pulled the door open, and there was Elly, all dressed up, wearing high heels and still not far from a foot under his height, violet eyes staring up at him. "Ah... hey Elly," he replies, his look of surprise quickly moving to a grin. He leans on the edge of the door a moment, then pulls it open some for her, tilting his head in a little nod down at her. "Come in."

Elly

Date: 2007-01-30 16:09 EST
When the door opened, The Witch set to fluttering her eyelashes in an oh so innocent matter, smile widening at the sight of Alain. Always such a wonderful sight! "Alain~! It's nice to see you again~!" Heels clicked a little softer on the floor as she entered, after being invited suprisingly enough. "I heard something about a new business, and I thought I heard your name was involved in it~" Musing a bit to herself as she looked around, though it wasn't long before wide violet eyes were locked on Alain. "So I thought I'd come see for myself~!"

Eyelashes fluttered a little as violets fell to the floor, smile fading a bit as her expression became more serious, demure almost. "I don't know what it is you do exactly~ But I don't know who else to turn to~" Gaze lifted slowly towards Alain. "I think I need your help~"

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2007-01-31 16:20 EST
Alain watched her intently, his expression all seriousness... maybe with just a teensy bit of effort. She had certainly dressed... very nicely for this little visit. His business face comes also from trying not to look at her perfectly postured bosom. Even in the presence of the hilarious pumpkin-loving witch, some things have a lot of trouble leaving the young D'Mourir's mind alone. Blame it on hormones - he's twenty.

"Well, Elly." He smiled gently, resting one large tattooed hand on her shoulder. "You've come to the right place." He crossed the room to his desk, sitting down behind it and gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please - have a seat."

Fingers rubbed a little at a sore spot on his forearm, looking down when he started: "See... what we do here is, we enable people to solve their problems." Blue eyes met hers, and a comforting grin was given. "So tell me what the problem is."

Elly

Date: 2007-01-31 16:45 EST
It took a lot of effort to keep her serious expression, and not burst into girlish, gleeful giggles when he rested his hand on her shoulder. By some miracle, The Witch managed to do it. Only the faintest of smiles escaped. Taking the offered chair, she carefully crossed one leg over the other, and leaned in just a little to listen to Alain.

"Well Alain, you know how I live in the woods, all by myself~?" And a pegasus, at least a hundred pumpkinheads, and god knows what else.. but details, details. Pft. "It's not always safe, for a girl like me to do that~ Especially lately~" Two fingers dipped between that oh so perfect bosom to retrieve a green hanky that was conviniently tucked away. She paused to lay it across her lap and fold it up into a triangle, then the point of said triangle was used to dab at the corners of oh so watery violet eyes. "You see~" The Witch even managed a sniffle. "There's... something lurking around my home~ I just don't feel safe there anymore~!"

Cue the long, dramatic pause.

"Not by myself at least~"

The Oscar goes to...

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2007-02-01 14:11 EST
He watches her, and then nods quietly. There's something else going on here... maybe. With Elly, it can be difficult to tell when she's serious and when she's, well, batty. His right hand seems to have a small convulsion, but it is stilled when he puts his left hand firmly over it on the desk and leaves it there. He doesn't even look at it, and instead plows ahead in conversation with his client.

"I understand living alone can be a frightening thing sometimes, especially way out in the woods." His voice is quiet. Conciliatory. He leans his large frame forward some more. "It could be anything, though... a large animal, or maybe even someone who's just confused... curious... It's also possible it's something dangerous, though. And that's why you're here." Moving his hands to lock his fingers together under his chin. "And that's why I have to ask you some questions. What other details can you give me about this thing... and do you have any jealous ex-husbands, ex-lovers, drug dealers, pimps, mafiosos, or convicted felons in your life, or anyone who has committed a serious crime against you?" The last part is in a bit of a deadpan, like he's asked the exact same question too many times.

Elly

Date: 2007-02-01 16:15 EST
Violet eyes moved down to Alain's desk for a moment, thinking she had caught some sort of movement there. They trailed back up however when all she saw was one hand over the other. Lips purse a bit as he spoke, and at the mention of asking questions, she.. gulped? Or maybe her throat was just a little parched, surely that had to be it. Bright eyes grew wide, wide, wider as he went on with that list. A flicker of worry in those wide eyes as her gaze darted away, then back to Alain rather quickly.

The Witch took a deep, deep breath...

"Well, the last time I was in Valeria I met this really cute hawk man named Canis~" Wistful sigh. "His wings were so drab, so I cast a spell to make them colorful and sparkly, but he didn't like it very much, and I had to go into hiding for a few years because when he asked me to turn them back I told him I couldn't so he tried killing me a few times but that was over sixty years ago, he's probably forgotten all about it by now~!"

She tapped a finger to her lips as she glanced up, thinking.

"Oh, there's Lacerta! She was really jealous of me because I'm better than her but she wanted to be better, so she stole some of my texts and made onionheads~!" Nose crinkled in disgust. "Those things are terrible, they run around and stink and scream 'Pu~' at people~! They have no class or manners, just like Lacerta~! She tries to copy my dress habits too, it's so sad~! But, I wouldn't be scared if it was her lurking around my atelier, because I'm a lot stronger than her~!"

A bit of a nod before taking another deep breath.

"I broke Tarin's heart, and Reala was mad at me for stealing him from her in the first place, even though I didn't mean to~! The mole people... I don't think they'd follow me here though~! Grus might still be mad about those bodies I dug up at that cemetary~ But probably not, because I helped him rebury some of them~! Dr.Orstin could still be carrying a grudge because I transfered his soul to a female's body, but it was to save his life~!"

Breath.

"When I first came here Tara and I didn't get along, and I thought she was gonna sue me, or we'd end up going to war, or she'd try to kill me but we're friends now because she wanted a pumpkinhead and she's really cute too, almost as beautiful as me even~!" Beam. "You don't think all the girls that hang around you would be after me do you~? Because they're jealous of us~?"

Breath.

"I wonder about Kairee sometimes, because I suspect she's jealous of me because I heard her say some things about me, but then she said nice things to me, so I don't really know~!"

Was it over? Was The Witch done? It looked like it.. she grew quiet, for like, five seconds before violet eyes widened again, in remembrance of something.

"Oh~! And Grem stole my cat~!"

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2007-02-02 00:11 EST
He stares at her for a long time after that. Not wide-eyed, necessarily, just... staring. He'd started to tune in and out after the first few sentences once it struck him that none of this information was very important. He struggled to pay attention anyway, since anything was possible, but... He caught names, and towards the end even picked up a pen to scribble down many of them. Maybe most of them. He wasn't quite sure. It was a useless piece of paper anyway - he tore it off of its little pad, folded it up, and dropped it into a desk drawer. Then looked up at her again... and gave her a small smile. Clearing his throat.

"Well. Ah. Hm." Blue eyes broke contact with violet, then re-established it. "I, ah. I guess I could stake the place out tonight... just see what happens."

Elly

Date: 2007-02-03 15:05 EST
The Witch was suddenly an open book with her expressions. Shock and glee. Violet eyes twinkled with absolute delight for a moment before she sat back a little in her chair, trying to regain her composure. She nodded a little bit, expression growing a little more serious as crimson curls bounced about her face. "Would you~? I'd feel so much safer if you did Alain~!"

She rose to her feet and leaned forward and over the desk, her face coming rather close to Alain's as the top of her dress looked like it was about to have a wardrobe malfunction of sorts. "So you'll be there tonight~?" Pause. "To catch the person lurking around my atelier right~?" Smilesmilesmile. "I should go now and get everything se- I mean, I should go back home~" Oh wow, smooth. Giggling, she staightened and clickety clacked her way towards the exit.

"Oh~!" Spin. "How much will I owe you for all of this~?"

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2007-02-08 14:07 EST
Again, he was watching her closely, and he was even more sure now something else was going on. But what?

And finally came the pressing question - money. "One hundred silver to do a basic investigation to see if anyone who could be considered an enemy is tailing you, and one hundred silver more per night I stake the place out. That's a total of two hundred silver." He spread his hands, raised his eyebrows. "That sound reasonable to you?" He might have charged thousands of silver crowns and the witch still might have found it reasonable. A distinct possibility.

Elly

Date: 2007-02-09 00:49 EST
Honestly and truthfully? Alain could have charged tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands and The Witch would have happily agreed. He could walk up to her on the street, hold out his hand, smile pretty and ask for a million silver, and she'd hand it all to him on a silver, pumpkin shaped platter...

...but he asked for a mere two hundred, of which she'd happily oblige! In fact, she looked a little shocked he had asked for so little. Violet blinkety blinked, but she simply smiled and nodnodnodded her head, sending those curls into a crimson fury.

"That's not a problem at all Alain~! I'll have it ready for you tonight when you drop by~" Really, he should know she's good for it. "I'll see you then~"

Two fingers were lifted and kissed, then held away from her pursed lips as she blew that kiss his way. A girlish giggle escaped her, then she clickclicked on out of his office!