Candice breathed a sigh of relief. "That's so sweet of you. I'll call the girls and have a few more people who have seen her there to meet you. When do you get off work?" The three negotiated a meeting time and exchanged an address and Candice was off. When she was gone Adam and Tessa exchanged a glance and a smirk. Ghosts! This should prove interesting...
"Reports across Harlem today of sightings of wild Foxes. We would like to remind residents that though they may seem cute, Foxes are wild animals and if you see one you should call animal control on them immediately." The reporter on the TV behind the deli recited. She had immaculate hair and skin, features that belonged on a supermodel… and of course most of the customers in the deli were aware that she was red court vampire. "In other news, the Palace Theater debuts the new musical RENT next week…"
The deli was fairly busy for it's lunchtime rush. Being the only deli in town that caters to the supernatural will do that. And Dana's Deli had amazing sandwiches to boot, plus the fact that the place is accords neutral ground acted as a great deterrent from ending up with a knife in your back from some paranormal political dispute, so folks could actually relax for a bit.
"That's some fine work you did on the Roadking, Liam." The rotund man managed in between the final bites of his sandwich. "Shame you couldn't get your wards to work on something a bit sportier though. I'd love to cruise around in Lamborghini or something."
Across from the man sat another, short but very broad in the shoulders, with a big bushy black beard. The man had a somewhat unconventional look to him, a very asymmetrical face, but somehow it gave off an air of being unique rather than ugly.
"Well you know how it is," Liam said "you have powers that mere mortal men could not fathom, but you have to drive around in an old Junker. On the whole, I'd say that tradeoff is stacked in your favor."
The larger man gave a curt laugh. "I suppose you're right. Anyway, lunch is on me, but I really must be going." He threw a few bills onto the table. " Counsel meeting. So I get to listen to the Merlin drone on about tiny political hiccups for three hours, can't wait." He gave another short laugh and walked out.
Liam was just about to get up when he overheard a snippet of conversation from across the Deli that peaked his interest, he decided to listen in….
"From what I understand, the spirit has started attacking people darling." The woman was stunningly gorgeous, with deep ocher skin, features that seemed almost sculpted they were so perfect, and a long golden dress completely covered in intricately stitched patterns. She had two visible tattoos, a white seashell on her neck and a golden apple on her left forearm. "Which is why we need you. Most of my followers are more… concept people. You're more of an action person. Also, aren't you going to eat? You'll need your strength, love."
The man sitting across from her – Morgan - did not look amused by her flirty nicknames. He seemed to be of Polynesian descent, with shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and his top left canine tooth being more pronounced than the others. His features weren't hideous by any measure, but by sitting across from such a beautiful woman they seemed almost exaggeratedly unattractive by comparison. He was dressed mostly in black, with a leather jacket and jeans.
There was a paper bag sitting on the table, which Morgan tapped in annoyance. "I got my lunch to go. Just tell me where I'm going so I can get to it."
The woman's face curled into a sly smile. "Now now, we can't have your pretty little head just rushing into the danger without the facts. Sit, eat, drink in the experience. You know what some men would give for a lunch with me?" She gave a full bodied laugh, and Morgan could tell he was going to be here a while...
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