✨Run Away✨ Play Song: Punk tactics (if you want) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In ways, Turine was much like Chite, a complete sarcastic, rude and up to the point person. But she was also very much a soft bean within. Soft and squishy like marshmallow, that chose to ponder her rights and wrongs at night, all alone in bed. It didn't help that she would put up fights with Chite and continuously try to prove herself better than Chite, which in the ending never came to be true, because all she did was end up inviting trouble. She was like a double-sided coin. One flip and it could be heads, as in luck or tails, as in disaster. And with eyes as dark as forest leaves, she left not a single side unturned. And then there was Hemat. He was well...someone to keep at bay at the very least. A man of tall stature, that loomed over one at 6'7 ft, he was called the walking talking giant of the department. Well...because he was a giant. You get it? I hope you do. He was certainly not your average speaker, but even his father worked in Department of Anomalies once, but in a different countries. His father...well, he had been quite the author and a genius. Head of department, handsome chap in his 20s to 40s. Most of Hemat's fame had arisen from the mere fact that his father was...well...codename Magnat Ite. Other than that, this boy was neither smart nor strong, and certainly unpleasant. Esepcially when he wanted to act like he was superior than others. If he had to survive he would k111 for it. That given he provided the best skills of keeping the team calm and less stuffy with his boring jokes. With his long and straight hair tied up in a crown braid of the colour natural red, the ends of it were tainted a deep steel like colour. Standing true to he stone Hematite itself, the colour shined shades of colours depending on the angle of the sunlight that h1t the hair of his. And his keen eyes. They were wide apart, narrow, deep set and angle 45 degrees to the upper sides in the front, giving him a sly yet sharp look. And his smile. Well, for one, he could not smile. He didn't know how to. But he tried, earning him another name. "Cold Fox B2st2rd". Not that you would hear and average passer by say that. "....Go on then. Speak. What could show the symptoms of an ancient rune, that even cursed and still not perform the required enchantments that a door should do when in control of an ancient rune? And moreover what spirit of the rune could be so strong to make anyone and everyone loose their sanity right after passing it in a stressed state?" "...Could be a vengeful spirit." "Hmm, smart Prehni, but that was quite obvious. Anyone else who is willing to go rarer but not obvious?" Prehni b1t back a retort. This was the usual to and fro chat, and all three of the underlings knew that the head of the department, well he wasn't exactly pleasant to be by the side of. "What about a Carso-es-" "That wouldn't be possible." Hemat looked at Turine with an exasperated look. Turine's words often shattered his hope of getting a plus point with Chite and well, when he didn't, Chite could loom over him like a scary monster throwing off his own burdens at the poor mage. "Then what do you suppose it is? Hemat could be right. A Carso-es-Spirit could be the go to. They are usually found in the runes-" "But this one as reported speaks to the people. Speaks. Calls. Does not just stick to the rune. plus, as you said, according to the signs this rune was cast to seal the spirit away-" "..." Chite pondered, as the other three continued their argument. The provided situation was correct. A vengeful spirit. That would be most likely the case. Someone inside the house, with a huge grudge that it cannot be easily subsided. Or it meant that the Department of Spirits had not done their duty properly in the past. But then again, that department had recently been dissolved, so now there was no hope of getting a seer into their little search party. "...No."
Continued: "But all factors lead-" "There could be a spirit. Or could not be. Catch your drinks before lunch, and grab your coats. The normal ones. The department of Anomalies is going on a hunt." With that he took his own robes off, wearing his plain striped warm brown jacket, heading out of the big discussion room, his brain working away at the little chips of information that he had. The case. He needed it assigned to himself. And if he was correct he needed to talk to his boss. Veronica Selwyn, the only person in the entire ministry who didn't have a codename (they don't count minor departments) because she presented the entirety of the ministry as the Minister of Magic. For one she was sanctity. The woman who had all the guts to stop you and also no guts to stop you from stealing others cases. Maybe she was a devil for others, but for this man, she was his life saver. Chite, as previously heard of from Ian, was a man who thrived on puzzles. And a heavy dose of sarcasm. He did not look for people, or connections. He disliked everyone. Everything. Or well that was his way of saying he wanted to be left alone and wanted to be out of touch. But even then, he was only a fool. He may not admit it, but this case would not only be interesting but could be a special one. A case he had never seen in his twenty years of career. A voice. That was definitely a spirit. An ancient rune. Cast about a century ago. A building untouched. Severe insanity present amongst folks who walked pass the door of the house and were in deep stress from before. The voice. He opened the case file again, going through the list of ownerships. Hadn't been bought for a century, was a state building. But before it was a state building... His eyes widened. He had to hurry. As fast as he could. --- "May I come in Veronica? Oh-" He, who had the ruthlessness of a 13 year old teen suffering from temporal psychosis, could never bother to knock on someone's door. And it wasn't like Veronica minded. That woman had practically raised him, the fussy man standing at the entrance of Veronica's office, while she sat behind her desk, with two men sitting in front of her. From the looks of it, they were discussing important things. Veronica looked up raising an eyebrow. Gesturing for him to speak on, while the men continued to file the folders. He stared Veronica quizzically before speaking. "I need the case. Janet Austin's. And no-" "You can have it. We are quite busy, just give me the file." Another thing about Chite to note was that when he began explaining things he could really drag it. Like really drag it. And if dragged the simplest of topics, well that would waste Veronica's time would it not? And considering he had sharp eyes, he'd easily detect what they were doing. It was a secret. Veronica could not have Chite read it, so she did what she thought was best. Let Chite do whatever he wanted. After all how much could it hurt to let Chite take over some interesting case while he had the time to? Chite was taken aback, but he walked over, handing the file, watching as Veronica took out her seal and stamped the file, writing his name over Janet Austin's. He however also tried to look at what the two men were doing, but the men were too quick. As to not embarrass Veronica he let it go, and left. --- They had finally arrived. Or well were in the same lane. Burningtone's Burrow. Or well, East District of the kingdom, 25th lane also called the "Haerted's" Lane. Home to most of the old houses that were clandestine properties of the rich ones. Rich ones being people of immense wealth. Wealth unlike any other passed down over the generations with many accumulating more wealth, which only added to their coffers. However, this certain lane also had another name. "The Bad Luck's Lane". For a very simple reason. The families which chose to live in these grand manor like houses in the past century, built in this very specific lane, had a pretty devasting end. To be exact they either met their ends with debt traps, or did not have any heirs to inherit the titles. His heart felt like it would p1erce any second from embarrassment.
