Tuesday Banshee
Jul. 19th, 2011 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Duty called, eventually. Literally.
This time it was a real estate agent, plinking away from the fire. I stirred myself from Heero’s embrace and staggered toward the brazier. I probably would have opened it without a thought and flashed some poor Wizard, if Heero hadn’t done his magic thing and produced a robe around me. I blinked a couple of times, woke up a little more and grinned at him.
“Thanks, big guy.”
He just smirked and rolled off the other side of the bed on his way to clean up.
I opened the fire connection to Ms Waldenstein, a Witch who had to be at least 90 years old and probably ate whippersnappers like me for breakfast. With jam. She was a close personal friend of Tiffany, though, so I didn’t think she actually would.
“Good afternoon, my dear Mr Maxwell,” she said crisply, then eyed my disheveled state. “Or should that be ‘good morning’?”
“Good afternoon, Ms Waldenstein. My schedule is a little scattered right now. Time zones, you know.”
“Ah, yes.” She gave me an arch look that said she knew all about ‘time zones’ and when did we start calling it that? “Thank you so much for the photos of the lost property; this gives me a much better idea of what the client would accept.” I’d done a bunch of picture-taking yesterday, and Tiffany had suggested that I attach some of them to the emails I sent out.
“Oh, good. Mr Vrostek isn’t looking for anything of the same scale, but he does want something substantial, not one of the new style houses.”
“Of course not,” she declared haughtily. “You didn’t specify an area or region; does it matter?”
“Not really,” I said slowly. “Maybe something within a few hours of the Castle would be nice.” She made some notes and then said, “You also did not specify a price range.”
“I think we’ll worry about price after we find something suitable,” I hedged. I had failed to list ‘budget’ on my to-do list, so I needed to talk to Ctik and Heero about that point.
“Is the property intended for one person or for a family?”
Oh. Well, that hadn’t occurred to me either. It was possible that Gisela and the kids might want to live with Ctik… Or visit, at the very least.
“Let’s assume that Mr Vrostek will entertain. Perhaps something more than a bachelor flat, but less than a castle?” I grinned.
Ms Waldenstein smiled like the land shark she was. “Excellent! I will have a list for you by tomorrow morning. Good afternoon, Mr Maxwell.” The fire died and I let out a huge sigh. Older Witches scare the crap out of me. They are almost as intimidating as the IchiBan.
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Duty called, eventually. Literally.
This time it was a real estate agent, plinking away from the fire. I stirred myself from Heero’s embrace and staggered toward the brazier. I probably would have opened it without a thought and flashed some poor Wizard, if Heero hadn’t done his magic thing and produced a robe around me. I blinked a couple of times, woke up a little more and grinned at him.
“Thanks, big guy.”
He just smirked and rolled off the other side of the bed on his way to clean up.
I opened the fire connection to Ms Waldenstein, a Witch who had to be at least 90 years old and probably ate whippersnappers like me for breakfast. With jam. She was a close personal friend of Tiffany, though, so I didn’t think she actually would.
“Good afternoon, my dear Mr Maxwell,” she said crisply, then eyed my disheveled state. “Or should that be ‘good morning’?”
“Good afternoon, Ms Waldenstein. My schedule is a little scattered right now. Time zones, you know.”
“Ah, yes.” She gave me an arch look that said she knew all about ‘time zones’ and when did we start calling it that? “Thank you so much for the photos of the lost property; this gives me a much better idea of what the client would accept.” I’d done a bunch of picture-taking yesterday, and Tiffany had suggested that I attach some of them to the emails I sent out.
“Oh, good. Mr Vrostek isn’t looking for anything of the same scale, but he does want something substantial, not one of the new style houses.”
“Of course not,” she declared haughtily. “You didn’t specify an area or region; does it matter?”
“Not really,” I said slowly. “Maybe something within a few hours of the Castle would be nice.” She made some notes and then said, “You also did not specify a price range.”
“I think we’ll worry about price after we find something suitable,” I hedged. I had failed to list ‘budget’ on my to-do list, so I needed to talk to Ctik and Heero about that point.
“Is the property intended for one person or for a family?”
Oh. Well, that hadn’t occurred to me either. It was possible that Gisela and the kids might want to live with Ctik… Or visit, at the very least.
“Let’s assume that Mr Vrostek will entertain. Perhaps something more than a bachelor flat, but less than a castle?” I grinned.
Ms Waldenstein smiled like the land shark she was. “Excellent! I will have a list for you by tomorrow morning. Good afternoon, Mr Maxwell.” The fire died and I let out a huge sigh. Older Witches scare the crap out of me. They are almost as intimidating as the IchiBan.
