Little did Ava and Joel understand, that the more they tried to unlock the mysteries to Selina’s past that there were treading on dangerous ground. Just why had she forgotten her past, or was this all part of a curse?
Scene setting : Council HQ – Blood City Series.
Co-written with Gene and Temp.
It proved to be a wise decision to be behind the two. Noticing Selina taking Joel’s hand, it gave the impression that the two were related. This still did not stop the ever-so-daunting looks from the public. Luckily enough most were fixated on Selina – and Joel to an extent – to not notice Ava behind them. She maintained a distance which wasn’t too close, nor too far – it was unclear whether she was a part of the trio. It wasn’t as though Ava didn’t want to be associated with Selina – it was so hypocritical; she was entering the mind set of girls who kept away from her for being different – she just didn’t feel comfortable with the attention.
The doors themselves were as grand as the stairs; though entering the building took her breath away. This was where her father worked? It was magnificent, yet so unnerving. Perhaps it was the statues, lifelessly glaring at those who walked by. Or perhaps it was the colour scheme; Ava felt as though she was in a rather posh hotel. It could have been the size; whilst walking to the reception, her head turned here and there, looking down the countless hallways which led to more halls and rooms. Was it really necessary to have so many rooms? Perhaps it was. One could tell many people worked here. This was where the intelligent of the intelligent came to work; this was where the rich make their money; this was the heart of the city. Ava knew all too well the decorations were just an illusion, masking away the cancerous tumours which existed in the city.
As Joel spoke to the receptionist, Ava was still inspecting the building. She raised her head, counting the amount of floors they had. Her eyes made no notice of the guards – they were as lifeless as the statues. Only when the women provided the gloves is when Ava began to focus on the current scenario. She took the gloves, though did not wear them. Instead, Ava felt bad Joel was paying for the fee. Even Ava – a girl who certainly had no shortage of money – recognised such an amount to be too much. She watched as he handed over the money; it appeared they would be sticking to the excuse that Selina was a cosplayer – she hadn’t really anticipated Joel would have listened to her suggestion. The idea of a convention going on made the excuse much more believable; despite Ava not being superior to Joel in any way shape or form, she had to commend him for his quick thinking.
With the woman now gone and the trio left there, Ava took the opportunity to take out fifty dollars and hand it to Joel. She’d insist on him to take it, even if he denied – if it came to extremes, Ava would remind him who she was and that she had no shortage on money. Whilst it might have come across as her bragging, Ava’s intention was to use it as a reason as to why he should take the money. When the whole dilemma ended, Ava would go back to being silent and observing the building, whilst looking out for anyone who might know her. That was until the woman came – approximately half an hour had gone. As she led them into another room, Ava peaked out of the window to see the sun was setting.
With the woman gone, Ava put her gloves on and sat down, eyeing the box.
“Okay,” the box was filled with all sorts of paper. She wanted to ask Selina if she could read – Ava wasn’t sure if everyone in the fifteenth century would know how to read – but refrained from doing so. Carefully, she picked up the first documentation; it was coloured brown with a rough texture – it was obviously old. The writing was too fancy; unnecessary squiggles, pen strokes, etc. Though, it was still readable. It became evident the woman had piled a lot of documents, regarding the fifteenth century, into the box. The first Ava began to expect was one focusing on housing.
“Selina, your family owned a property, right?”
She started from the top of the paper and began to scan; the names were listed in alphabetical order, but Ava wanted to read each and every one. The document was split into a few categories; the first was the name, the second was details about the property (primarily where it was located), the cost or rent, date of purchase and more. Hopefully, the document would include the properties the Shamandalie family owned and, if luck was surely favouring them, perhaps even the building where the Black Halo coven was centred.
Temp: Selina really didn’t know what to think about all this. This entire building felt somewhat ‘off’ to her for some reason. Whatever the reason was didn’t matter. She was in this situation and was being assisted by Joel and Ava, and all she could do was appreciate it. Then again, at this point this was more about Joel and Ava finding out who she really was and not about helping her. She was just happy to have some company. For now she happily followed along with whatever the two were doing, and sat down with them. The question about any property that her family owned was interesting, but she wasn’t sure why they wanted to know. “Mine family own’d a mansion, which was the center of our village. The entire area more or less belonged to us.” Hopefully that would be enough to assist them in their investigation.
Joel hadn’t expected Ava to be paying attention when he handed over the fifty dollar fee for the rights to look through the box of aging documents. She insisted that he take it from her, and this immediately got a disdainful look. The last thing he wanted was for the girl to have to pay, simply because he was the one that had led them here, and so he took it as his responsibility. After all, he was brought up with the belief that the man pays. Ava wasn’t taking no for an answer by the look on her face, and the young teacher grumbled as he took the notes from her and stuffed them into his pocket. Was this her way of saying that she came from money and could throw it around?
Moving on into the small meeting room, Joel took a seat opposite Ava, allowing Selina to chose where she wanted to sit. Ava got stuck into the boxes first and pulled out documents that were kept in a brown file of sorts. The handwriting was definitely of another age. They’d hit the jackpot as for the right era, but would this file contain evidence as to where the Shamandalie family lived.
According to Selina, they owned a mansion that was the center point of the village. But it was when she added that the entire area belonged to that family, Joel shot a look at Ava. Didn’t her family have great influence in the city? Could Ava possibly be a distant relation to Selina? The young teacher glanced between them both, to see if there were any similarities, but sadly he couldn’t pick up on it if there were.
“So you’re saying that the Shamandalie were…influential people of their day?” Joel pressed a bit further.“Councilmen?” Was he onto something?
Shamandalie, Shamandalie, Shamandalie, Shamandalie. Finally, Ava had found the name. But, it wasn’t the name Ava was concerned with; her gaze was fixated on the number which indicated the amount of land they owned. Indeed, Selina was right. In comparison to other names, the amount of digits next to the Shamandalie name put the other families to shame.
“Wow,” She raised her brow, pressing her finger below the number, so both Joel and Selina would know where it was, “Even if your family were influential or not, they were certainly rich!”
Above Shamandalie, the family Steiness seemed to own a good amount of land; at least, more than the average land owned. Ava completely overlooked them. She moved the paper towards Selina and Joel, in case they wanted to review it. Taking out the next piece of paper, it resembled the previous one; in both colour and topic, the two were the same. Ava furrowed her brow; it quickly became evident both papers – even if they both addressed housing – were quite different. The one she now held focused on the housing of a nearby village; it even specified the distance between both of them. Had Ozyrn once been two separate villages? Was there any reason why this was the case? When did the two villages merge?
“Guys,” Ava muttered as she placed the sheet on the table, “Is this City the result of two villages? Do you recognise any of the names?” Unbeknownst to Ava, one of the names on the sheet belonged to the leader of the then-formal-coven.
Temp: Selina didn’t really know how this city came to be, but the merging of two villages was definitely a possibility. The one thing that stood out to her was the name Steiness. Her eyes narrowed onto the name, and she stared at it with a rather blank expression on her face. “Stei…ness…?” What was with this name’s importance? “Ohh boy…this ain’t good.” Tallulah had decided to speak up, and jumped out of Selina’s hands and onto the papers on the table. Selina didn’t say anything or react to her Grimoire deciding to speak up. Her mind was focused on that name, and nothing more. If either of them decided to look at her they would see her eyes had shifted into a bright red color, just like earlier on in the cafe. Only this time they were remaining in that color, and not flashing. “Oye! You two! Knock her out immediately or you’re both FUCKED!” Tallulah was not one that cared for being reserved or having proper manners. She was a demon after all. If these two humans didn’t knock Selina out then there was a good chance she would Awaken. Seeing the name of one of her good friends had triggered quite a few dark memories. Tallulah had suppressed the majority of her memories in regards to the things she had done, as well as the people that she had known. There was nothing she could do to stop Selina from recognizing that name however.