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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 14:00:52 GMT -5
Jenna saw several men come and go from the leaky cauldron she sat with her feet up on an empty stool watching she'd decided to take an evening off to just relax her mind was on listening to the music and banter from the men in the room about why she was there on her own and with out a man little did they know. Taking a big drink she turned the brass key in her hand to a room right above her head.
Jenna chuckled and finished her drink feeling now relaxed she hoping to be left alone but she knew , a woman on her own would not be left alone for too long and she was right as a scruffy man drunkenly stumbled over to her.
"Hay babe wanna go some place a bit more private?" he asked running his hand up her leg. Jenna rolled her eyes knowing just what was going to happen to the man and sighed as she shook her head in disbelief that he could possibly think about getting away with what he was doing, only one man had ever done that. Moving her foot she kick it off she sent him to his butt as they bar man then dragged him out of the room. She hoped the people or person she was waiting on wouldn't be too long.
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Post by thatgavin on Apr 23, 2012 0:46:05 GMT -5
"This is bloody ridiculous," Gavin Korpsly growled to himself as he made his way down the street, glaring at anyone who dared to cross his path. He was meeting up with a fellow Auror and Detective and he wasn't too happy. The case he could take, he didn't know much about it, but the work he could handle. However, Gavin had already been told he would be working with the detective...what was her name? Ah! Oh yes, Innogen Nyx. They had worked a few cases before, but it had been short lived and often a very frustrating ordeal. Gavin certainly liked to push the woman's buttons, but today he did not feel up to it. The man had wanted nothing more then to sit in his modest sitting room with a glass of classic Muggle wine and his daughter curled up in his lap as he read to her.
The doors to the Leaky Cauldron were slammed open by the barman and Gavin watched as some bottom of the barrel member of Wizarding society was tossed out. His lip curled in disgust as the drunken Wizard spit up at his man handler and Gavin's foot landed on the mans chest, forcing him back onto his back, "If I were you, sir, I suggest you pick your drunk ass up and stumble along away from here." The Auror turned and entered the bar, not at all enjoying the atmosphere. The smoke in the air irritated his already pissy mood, and he glanced around, looking for one of the leading Aurors in from the Ministry. Gavin himself was a very highly qualified Auror, and that was why he was being assigned to protect the Witch detective. He spotted Auror Darkangel sitting alone and glided over to her. Taking a seat across from her. He had met her a few times, and knew that she was very well respected within the Ministry, but he didn't know her well at all.
"Auror Darkangel," he dipped his head respectfully, pulling back his snarky attitude somewhat now that he was getting down to business. Why they couldn't have met any other day he didn't know. Gavin knew it wasn't the Auror's fault, but that didn't help him from feeling irritated. "I'm afraid not one soul has mentioned the nature of the actual case to me yet, I know you have done your part and are now passing it off to a detective, but can you give me a little information about it, or are we waiting for the third party to arrive with her files?" Gavin's eyes traveled restlessly around the room, looking for something that might amuse him. He spotted a drunken man, big shocker there, straightening himself up and heading across the room to some other pretty young lady who sat alone. Her hair was fine, as Myra's had once been- Gavin shook his head from those thoughts. It was a habit by now, to find in every woman something that made him think of his late wife. Even the Auror he sat with. Her eyebrows, yes, it was that bad. Gavin went so detailed as to notice the similarity in the Auror's eyebrows to that of Myra. Back to the drunken man, Gavin's lips moved silently and swiftly and he watched the drunk man stumble and grab onto another man to catch his balance. Wrong move. The other man, equally drunk, took this as an assault and sent the guy a flying punch. It would have escalated had the guy not been knocked smooth out. Gavin smirked. It wasn't that he was a bad man, or malicious. Today had just not been a good day for him. His mind drifted to his daughter, who had begged him to stay home and he felt his fist clench. The sound of the establishment's doors opening caught his attention, and he drug his eyes over to the person who had entered.
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Post by innogen on Apr 23, 2012 1:33:35 GMT -5
Today was just... just not her day. And as much as she would loathe to admit that to anyone but herself, it was most definitely the truth, from the mountain of paper her inadequate fellow Investigators in the Ministry had utterly failed to compound correctly to just the weather - rain, rain, rain. And not only that, but today Adams had somehow developed the gall - the gall! - to interrupt her while she was trying to work, saying something uncouth about her own behaviour, when she had done nothing but stare at documents all night until her eyes felt blurry and even the lenses of her reading glasses could not page the words on the page make sense, or even become legible.
It was ridiculous. Luckily for the Ministry, though, Innogen Nyx was nothing if not completely adaptive to any environment necessary, using the word "adaptive," of course, to mean that she could at least work there and tune the background noise out more effectively than anyone else she had ever met. And that wasn't her bragging, it was fact. It was pride. Superbia, hubris, to an extent. And she was proud of her work - no one had dedicated as many hours to the case as her!
Which was why she had been so peeved when they had assigned an Auror to her case, and not just a normal Auror but that infuriating Korpsly, who seemed to make it his personal job to get in the way and try and point out all her flaws and her inability to adapt to people. Lotharius, her sweet, quiet younger brother, had chuckled when she vented one day to him through the floo, having not seen his face in awhile. He had looked young, too young and thin for a boy of seventeen, more ghost than boy, when he responded, "Sister, you may be good at adapting to the background noise, but adapting to other people?"
But it didn't matter what she thought. It was done, and now she was here, standing outside the Leaky Cauldron, trying to keep her lip from curling slightly at the thought of seeing Auror Korpsly again, so soon after the last... fiasco. And by fiasco she didn't mean the case - please, she was professional enough and Korpsly was certainly skilled enough, whatever his blood faults - but rather the frayed nerves of all those involved.
"For Merlin's sake, can you two go three minutes without arguing? We're trying to solve a case!" Auror Donalbain had complained, his face screwed up in annoyance.
Adjusting the black sash she wore around her neck, Innogen stepped into the shabby-looking place. She had put the files in a box and shrunken the box, which she had placed in her pocket, and she reached into her pocket to touch them reassuringly before stepping forward, her dark eyes - physical evidence of her relation to her more prominent family, including second cousins Lucifer and Raphael Samael, though hers were more of a dark brown than black - searching the area before she landed on the tense-looking form of Korpsly and the languid-yet-irritated person sitting across from him.
"I wasn't told that we would have a third," Innogen said as she drew near, though she inwardly chiding herself for not just assuming the Aurors would assign another person. Still, she distantly recognized the woman, enough to place as as one of the Aurors, certainly, and one of the more prominent ones, else Innogen would never have recognized her. "Innogen Nyx," she said to the other woman, nodding her head politely before she drew the tiny box out of her pocket and placed it on the table, muttering something under her breath and exhaling a little in excitement as the box expanded and grew.
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 23, 2012 11:09:48 GMT -5
Jenna had just settled back in her seat when she saw a young man enter. He to her looked totally out of place in the cauldron and she knew he must be Auror Korpsly one of two she was to meet along with relaxing she had seen him around the ministry. Widowed and with a daughter she respected him for bringing her up alone. Her eyes followed him as he moved to where she sat then spoke.
"Please, drop the formality's it's just Jenna, Aorur Korpsly. " she said to him with a soft smirk playing on her lips but she did not move as he did to help the person. She knew he had it all in hand as she spotted another odd looking female walking in she look totally out of place and she watched her walk over to them. Jenna looked up at her as she spoke her name. " Miss Nyx, you look as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, not a good thing in here I'd suggest you relax and sit down." she said noting the small box the woman placed on the table in front of her and looked back at Korpsly.
" I am sensing you to know each other and not in a formal way ether" she said downing her drink as the watched the box grow where it sat. " So that it, that the info you wanted to share?" she asked now looking from one to the other and back.
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Post by thatgavin on Apr 23, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
The Aurie was asking for a formality drop and Gavin eyed her closely, judging the situation carefully. He should have suspected this meeting would be more casual when he was given the location, yet still he would have no part of it. This was not a casual meeting. He would not have left his house today for anything less then a formal business meeting. It didn't work that way. Gavin Everard Corps had the perfect balance when it came to family and work, but right now that balance was off, work dipping a little deeper then the equal trend, and he was not happy about it. However, the woman was a respected Aurie, and as much as he wanted to bite out his own thoughts, he forcefully bit his tongue, preferring to fore go a write up, so instead he chose silence.
Gavin let his dark thoughts stir violently in his inner cauldron of discontent, not even noticing the arrival of the one woman who could drive him insane by her mere presence. Normally the Aurie was sarcastic with a taste of dry humor, today he was just pussy and irritable. He didn't want to be here, and he didn't want to be partnered with Imogen NYC. But he would, because he took his job seriously. He would behave if she did...that was a lie. Imogen was a stress reliever. Gavin loved to irritate the woman. It was mutual as far as he could tell. The woman grew nearer and Gavin felt his inner fight build, but then extinguish. He had already told himself, business. You don't get into fights on business calls, especially when you aren't alone with your partner. The man lazily shrugged his shoulders.
"I just knew I was being assigned to keep you safe while your case took a step further." At Aurie Dark Angel's words he looked back at Miss NYC, a smirk playing on his face lightly, "Formal. We have never associated with each other outside of the Ministry or a case," his eyes scanned the closed box before he maturely looked to Imogen, "How long has this case been open for, and why go further into it now?" Gavin's voice spun through the air like silk
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