Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix

As Millie set the plates on the table, she glanced up to see Aimee alighting from her room, and she greeted the other girl with a smile. "Morning, roomie," her smile turned into a grin as she took the other chair. "I like that split of duties because I tell you what, I really hate cleaning." It was one thing she'd caught grief about ever since she was a child. "Cooking is probably the only good thing that came out of my first mistress. She had very particular tastes, and if I didn't get it right I was not only punished, but I had to make it again until it was perfect." After a moment, she said with a grin, "Fucking hag."

Digging into the eggs, with her fork, she took a bite and sat back in the chair, thoughts turned inward. Places to go, things to do. Another bite of eggs. "Today I have three goals: 1) get this collar off, 2) get a job, and 3) find a gym."
 
“Well, I hate cleaning too, but it’s easier to clean than to learn how to cook.” Aimee grinned, starting to chuckle before the sound died in her throat when Millie told her how she learned to cook. Despite the grin coming from her roomie, she felt bad for her, but figured now wasn’t the time to get into it.

“Also, morning, roomie!” Aimee grinned, poking her tongue out a bit before she started to munch on the grub. Her brain was working overtime as she tried to figure out where to go in order to get the collar off her newfound friend. Tapping the table for a few minutes, she grinned, her brain finally functioning like it was supposed to, the haze finally clearing.

“I can most definitely help with numbers one and three. Well, number one for sure… number three might take a bit. But, I can do number three while you’re doing number two.” Aimee grinned, tongue poking out yet again.
 
The cup of juice was lifted in her hand, and she took a long sip as she listened to her new friend explain how best to help. Truth be told she wasn't too worried about numbers two and three, but keeping busy was always a good thing. Number one, though, that was needed effective immediately. Sitting up, she wondered when the thought had occurred to Aimee about where she could go to get the blasted collar off, but that really didn't matter. What mattered was that it could be done, and Aimee seemed pretty confident about it. "You really have an idea about where to go to get this removed?" She tapped one of the metal links with a manicured nail. "You will be my hero, Aimee." She paused a moment and then stated, "Again."
 
“Yeah, I really have an idea where to go. I … I’m no hero. I…” Aimee trailed off, becoming pensive for a moment before releasing a very deep sigh, her fingers pressing against her forehead. There was still a dull headache brewing, but for the moment, it was well enough away that she could do things necessary without it bothering her. There was that urge for booze, but like the headache, it was deep down and for the moment blocked.

“I’m just a girl who wants to help out her friend.” Aimee finished her previous thought with a cheeky grin. Sliding to her feet, she carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen and put them into the dishwasher before turning around to face Millie.

“Shall we get going then?” She queried, chomping at the bit to get things started for the two of them.
 
Millie shrugged and allowed Aimee her moment of humbleness, and simply smiled to herself as she finished up her breakfast. "Yeah, yeah. Eat your hero-eggs and drink your hero-juice."

Turning in her chair, she placed her elbow on the back and watched her friend in the kitchen. "You did an awesome job cleaning up," she teasingly complimented since that was her new friend's job and since she was now the apartment chef.

"Yes, let's get going!" She jumped to her feet excitedly and headed toward the door. "Is this a surprise, or will you tell me where we are going for help?"
 
Aimee snickered a little at Millie’s hero-eggs and hero-juice comment, liking how it sounded, though she didn’t feel like a hero no matter what. Wrinkling her nose up, she glanced around the kitchen to make sure she didn’t miss anything before shifting to look at her bud, sticking her tongue out a little, cheekily. “Hahaha, why thank you, Millie. As always, your food was great and I look forward to eating more of it. Damn it, you’re going to make me fat.” Grinning, she gave a thumb up before moving towards the door.

“Well, that depends on how bad you want to know.” Aimee smiled a little as she opened the door, letting Millie head out before she locked the door behind the two of them. “We also need to stop and make you a key.” She mused a bit, wanting Millie to be allowed to come on and go as she pleased.

“We’re going to head to the police station.” Aimee glanced to her roomie to see her reaction to where they were going.
 
Having practically skipped out the door, Millie lifted her head and sucked in a great breath of air and then linked her hands behind her by interlacing her fingers. She was happy Aimee had a plan, and Millie, herself, could be off to finally do something other than hide and worry. She felt like a new person almost, or she figured she would once the collar was removed.

A grin was cast over her shoulder at Aimee as she locked the door. "Well, I'm a cat, I can be extremely patient if I need to be, and I would love a key!" Then she could really come and go as she pleased which would be handy when she found a job.

She stilled at the word 'police' and fully turned to face Aimee. "Police station? I don't...I don't know that I necessarily want to turn my master in...I mean..." she wasn't sure what she meant, to be honest. Slavery was not only frowned upon but also illegal. "Do you think they will make me spill the beans? Do you think they can make me?"
 
Glad that Millie was happy to have a key to the apartment, Aimee started to say something further before she felt her bud stilling. Glancing over towards the female, she frowned a little and just shook her head, not quite ready for that kind of reaction. Then again, not many enjoyed going to the police for something. Musing, she slid her fingers through her hair, shrugging a little. “Well, that’s our best bet to find someone to remove that collar. I uhh…” Aimee trailed off a moment, trying to figure out the best way to answer that strong of questioning.

“I don’t know if they will make you spill the beans, Millie and I definitely don’t know if they can make you, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it.” She wrinkled her nose up a little before adding, “Do you still want to do this?”
 
Aimee's answers did not go a long way toward making Millie feel any better about this situation, and she lifted her hand to unconsciously tug at the woven links of cursed metal which appeared to feel heavier with each passing day, though she freely admitted to herself that it was most likely her imagination than the collar actually feeling heavier.

"Well, I suppose we will just find out, won't we? But there may be a time I disappear, and if that happens, you grab the clothes and follow because I will need them later." She giggled at the idea of Aimee running after her, arms full of clothes. "I'll try not to, though. Promise. Anyway, lead on!"
 
“Well, hopefully we find someone understanding and not full of annoying prying questions.” Aimee grinned, giving Millie a thumb up before she started to crack up at the rest of her comments. Snickering and shaking her head, she could just imagine how that would look. But, she would do anything for her bud, so if that meant she had to run out of the station with an arm full of clothing, she could.

“Got it, grab your clothes when you disappear and then run like the wind. I can do that.” Grinning widely, she started down the sidewalk again, leading Millie to the nearby police precinct.
 
Feeling a bit lighter at the way Aimee was laughing, Millie linked arms with her new friend as they walked. She did stop them when they reached the police station and looked at Aimee, chewing her lip a little nervously. "Um...what do you think I should say?" She knew it was a downright stupid question as she should just say exactly what the situation was, but anxiety was never a big motivator nor did it bring on the intellect. "Do you know anyone who works here, or are we just going in with faith?"
 
Allowing Millie to link arms with her, Aimee headed with her bud to the police station. As they paused a second time, she thought for a brief moment about her father, but quickly pushed him out of her mind. No, at this moment, she needed to focus on getting her roommate some help and then maybe she would think about what all needed to be done to make the Scions pay. "Hmm... what should you say?" Aimee repeated the qeustion, her nose wrinkling up a bit.

"You could always leave things very vague. Like, you woke up with this magical collar on your neck and can't get it off. I don't really know many police officers, but might spot someone familiar. So, I guess we're kind of just going in with faith." Grinning, she poked her tongue out and tugged Millie through the entrance of the police station.
 
Last edited:
Millie and Aimee would enter a small reception area a large imposing desk surrounded by plate glass faced the two of them. The woman at the desk beckoned them forward. "How can I help you, ladies?"

~Meanwhile inside the squad room~

Detective Myles Dupond sat at his desk sipping a cup of coffee as he scoured over reports. They still hadn't been able to contact Jean Renard the owner of the gunshop in Cascastel. He jotted down a post-it note to remind himself to attempt to contact him again the following day.
 
"That does not make me feel better, Aimee," she groaned as she was pulled through the entrance to the police station. Golden eyes swept the area nervously, and she caught her lower lip with pearly whites in a gentle chew. At least Aimee had come with her, and she glanced at her friend. "I'm glad you're here. I'll...I'll just be real and honest." Real and honest. Real and honest. She repeated the litany over and over in her head while focusing in on the front desk and the lady beckoning them forward.

"Hi," she said to the receptionist. "Um. I need to speak with someone who can un-enchant...un..chant?...this collar." She tapped the links of gold around her throat, sending a side-eye toward Aimee and then smiled a little at the receptionist.
 
"I know... I'm sorry, Millie. I'm glad I'm here too" Aimee whispered just before they were greeted by the receptionist. Her fingers ran through her hair, unconsciously moving the strands in front of her face to cover up the bandages. Thankful that Millie jumped right to the problem, she shrugged a bit towards her roommate, knowing this wasn't easy. She just hoped there wouldn't be a lot of questions.

"Any help would be appreciated." Aimee added as she flashed the receptionist a smile or at least a half-smile since her face still hurt.
 
The receptionist looked at the pair first Millie's collar then the bandages on Aimee's face after a brief pause she nodded and picked up the phone to call them an escort inside.

A few seconds later the door would buzz open and a police officer would appear. "If the two of you would follow me." He said as he led them down a hallway and through the squad room and finally to a medium-sized room with a round table and multiple chairs.

"One of our detectives will be with you ladies in a few moments." The officer said as he closed the door behind him.

He walked over to Myles desk. "Hey, Dupond can you help the ladies in room 1 they need a collar "unenchanted" but I think there might be something more might be going on there."

"I'm Kinda in the middle o-, no I'll take it I need a break from this case," He said.
 
Millie shifted and fidgeted restlessly as the receptionist stared at her, or her collar, rather, but she met her eyes squarely despite her nervousness, only glancing to Aimee once to see what she was doing which was just being her charming self, it seemed like. If they could all be Aimees, the world would be a better place, she decided, for Aimee was all things good according to Millie's esteemed opinion.

She was relieved when the door opened and a police officer beckoned the forward. At least they were being taken seriously which was a plus. Striding forward, the dusky-skinned Familiar followed the officer down the hallway to what appeared to be some sort of medium-sized conference room, and she meandered to a chair, pulled it out, and sat. One knee jogged nervously beneath the table.

"I'm surprised we got in so fast. Maybe this will just be a quick trip: in and out. So where do you work, Aimee? I won't get a job there, of course, because it would be a lot of being together if we lived and worked in the same places. I need to figure out what my skill-set is that could be useful in a job."
 
The moment she felt the receptionist’s eyes on her, Aimee swore internally. She forgot to grab her hoodie to cover up her bandages. Clenching her good fist down at her side, she casually glanced around, checking that their way out was still clear. After what felt like nine-hundred years, they were allowed beyond the receptionist. Following the office through the hallway, she was constantly looking around, making sure that she knew exactly where every single exit happened to be. Paranoid? No. Prepared? Yes.

“Thanks.” Aimee managed towards the officer before he left them alone. Sitting so that she was facing the door, she glanced over towards Millie and sighed deeply, not liking that there was only one door out of the room. The area itself was nice enough and she poked at the table, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back against the back of the chair.

“Maybe they’re not busy? Or… I don’t know.” Aimee didn’t want to make her roomie paranoid, but she was worried that they were suspicious of them. Her thoughts were sidetracked by the employment query and she blinked, glancing back at Millie.

“I work at a nearby liquor store, but I have some time off for umm… reasons. What kind of job were you looking at doing?”
 
There would be a short knock at the door before it opened and Myles entered. He wasn't in uniform but rather a suit, one of the liberties of being a detective. A badge hung on his belt and one could make out a pistol and holster if they looked closely at how his suitcoat fell.

"Hello there My name is Detective Myles Dupond." He said as he moved to the table, he looked both of them over, Aimee's Injuries and Millies Collar. " How can I be of service?" He asked as he sat down across from the pair, setting down a large pad of paper and a pen.
 
Millicent slid her elbow on the table and settled her chin in her hand. Her dusky skin glowing in the light. Her other hand lifted and fingers twined one of the honey-colored corkscrew curls around and around her finger. A nervous gesture, to be sure, and though she knew it to be such, she did not stop the action.

Pursing her lips, she gave thought to Aimee's question, and she was just about to answer when there was a brief knock on the door. She didn't bother answering as she considered the knock to be just a cursory politeness, but she did sit up a bit straighter and drop both hands to her lap. When the man entered, she studied his clothes, surprised he was not wearing a uniform. She glanced at Aimee, suspicious that this collar-removal thing might be more than she bargained for, though it did need to be done, or she would be tracked down.

When he sat down with them, Millie scooted her seat a little closer. "I'm Millicent, and I'm new to this city as of last night. I have a magical collar I need removed is all." She offered a slight smile she hoped would be charming if a tad nervous.
 
Back
Top