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- One post per week
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- Fantasy, Supernatural, Sci-Fi, Modern, Horror, Mystery and Romance
As per her usual, Bevan remained silent, listening, learning, and following the man before her. He had taken a moment to prepare, donning a hat, coat, and belt upon returning to the room Bevan was waiting in. She leaned that the young man that had greeted her so excitedly had been named Alec. Something she'd recall if she'd have to return to the establishment. She had also learned that there was another member of staff named Garnet. Having only seen the two workers, Bevan concluded that the woman from the evening prior had most likely been Garnet.
Continuing to follow along, the red-head took a seat in the cabby. Pushing herself as far in as she could before watching Delin join her. She wondered if the man often took his employers with him on these sorts of contracts, or had this situation been different? Did he assume that she was capable of standing her own ground? He had mentioned the dangers of this whole situation, yet he was still bringing her along. As she turned to ask her question, Delin managed to speak before her.
"Uh—" She cleared her throat. "To be honest Mister Dencourt I don't know much. I'm not sure if it can be called research to begin with." She explained. "As I had mentioned, this all started with the death of my mother. It caused something in his mind to snap. I'm not sure if he hoped to find her, communicate with her or possibly bring her back in some twisted way." She clenched her jaw as she looked at the man next to her. "He obsessed over finding whatever answers he searched for. That is just a trait he's had his whole life. But with age, his mind has been deteriorating. His patience has grown extremely thin, his temper easy to set off if he grows frustrated." Bevan sighed slightly. "I've only recently returned home, mostly to care for him. He's been doing whatever this is for some time, he didn't often speak to me about his research. It seemed like he didn't trust me with that information. I've only caught segments of his ranting, mumbling to himself in his study." Bevan paused for a moment. "Anything he's worked on or discovered in regard to this whole, afterlife, spirits and ghosts situation he keeps hidden, locked away or on his person. And I'm not the type of person to poke and prod. I don't stick my nose in other people's business." She folded her arms across her chest breaking eye contact with Delin.
"My apologies for not being of much assistance." Her words were quiet. "Do you often bring those that employ you on dangerous supernatural escapades?" Bevan's arm's dropped as she glanced towards the man.
Continuing to follow along, the red-head took a seat in the cabby. Pushing herself as far in as she could before watching Delin join her. She wondered if the man often took his employers with him on these sorts of contracts, or had this situation been different? Did he assume that she was capable of standing her own ground? He had mentioned the dangers of this whole situation, yet he was still bringing her along. As she turned to ask her question, Delin managed to speak before her.
"Uh—" She cleared her throat. "To be honest Mister Dencourt I don't know much. I'm not sure if it can be called research to begin with." She explained. "As I had mentioned, this all started with the death of my mother. It caused something in his mind to snap. I'm not sure if he hoped to find her, communicate with her or possibly bring her back in some twisted way." She clenched her jaw as she looked at the man next to her. "He obsessed over finding whatever answers he searched for. That is just a trait he's had his whole life. But with age, his mind has been deteriorating. His patience has grown extremely thin, his temper easy to set off if he grows frustrated." Bevan sighed slightly. "I've only recently returned home, mostly to care for him. He's been doing whatever this is for some time, he didn't often speak to me about his research. It seemed like he didn't trust me with that information. I've only caught segments of his ranting, mumbling to himself in his study." Bevan paused for a moment. "Anything he's worked on or discovered in regard to this whole, afterlife, spirits and ghosts situation he keeps hidden, locked away or on his person. And I'm not the type of person to poke and prod. I don't stick my nose in other people's business." She folded her arms across her chest breaking eye contact with Delin.
"My apologies for not being of much assistance." Her words were quiet. "Do you often bring those that employ you on dangerous supernatural escapades?" Bevan's arm's dropped as she glanced towards the man.