SPARK//GODDESS
Gillam Gatling was a detective, of that he was sure. A gentleman above all, but a king of the unsolvable mysteries of life or anything that tickled his fancy, he was undeniably the best. Remington reminded him of this fact on a near constant basis.
This town was all Remington had known for the last year, for he rarely left his home, but today was not like any other day; Gillam had a plan, and he was determined to take Remington with him.
The walk to the small but quaint La Luna Cafe, was just around the block, a mere 256 steps to be accurate. With Remington’s thoughts in full gear, he meticulously made a mental note of everyone he saw on the streets. His thoughts over analyzing every minute detail, mostly in regard to fashion faux pas, had eventually wavered as Gillam and Remington had reached their destination.
The soft glow and gentle music of the cafe soothed Gillam, the perfect locale in which to do an exchange of information. Low tempo steps and a hint of rough musk hit the air, followed by a cloud of smoke; Remington, cigarette in hand, glided past and took a seat across from Gillam.
“You should really consider giving those up.”
“Calms my nerves.” Remington replied
For whatever the reason may be, Gillam took to degrading Remington about his habits, more so than his own. Everyone has their faults, he thought to himself, trying to clear his conscience.
They’re late, Gillam muttered to himself. The informant they were meeting wasn’t in typical form, a guise Gillam had yet to discover. He searched the cafe through his thick horn rimmed glasses, he was a nostalgic man, longing for simpler times and avoiding the masses at all cost.
As though the wisps of turquoise hair falling and cascading like blue waves weren’t enough to grab his attention, the mysterious woman brushed her hair from her face, revealing a third eye. Gillam met her intense stare with assurance that she was indeed the informant they were waiting for.
Remington broke the silence first with his terse statement of “WHOA” as he met the mystic’s glance. Gillam cleared his throat, realizing his sidekick was taken by surprise at the sight of a three eyed woman.
“Not many mystics around here, detective?” she said nonchalantly, indicating this was not her first time addressing the extra eye on her forehead.
“I’m afraid not, Miss…?” Gillam paused for a name, any name wouldn’t do her justice; even an illustrious career of solving tempting riddles and chasing clues had him stumped at what to call this beautiful creature.
“We’ll get to that eventually detective, for now let’s just carry on with the pertinent information that we came here for.” She paused and gave a look to Remington, whose jaw was still affixed to the floor in shock. She was confused by his presence, uncertain as to why such a renowned detective would require a sidekick.
Gillam explained to the mysterious woman that every great hero, even a mere detective, needs an extra hand sometimes. She agreed and left it to rest.
The initial meeting took no more than 30 minutes. The mystic giving Remington and Gillam the information, whilst keeping the mysterious persona, fled off as soon as she was able, her blue flamed hair trailing behind her.
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