#creativenobody

[bringerofruin]

"Oh don't be like that, ducky." The muse heard the tightness in the other woman's tone. While reasonable, considering the nature of the goddess, Nemini really had no use for tricks and betrayals and such. She waved her hand again, light glancing off of her bright red nails, "I simply have a client in the area and thought I would come and say hello as I was passing through. Lovely choreographer. Just have to give her a bit of a push out of the strip club, y'know?" -creativenobody

The Goddess regarded the Muse with a look of disapproval. "I see. Well you have said your hello. Perhaps you should be seeing to your... client." Atë wasn't exactly known for her patience, and she was irritable and not all that happy to see her half sister. She was never really happy to see anybody these days. 

[tehjinksy-blog]

"Oh I've been wandering around for a couple days. I think my clients have probably started missing my presence by now, not as though most of them can see me." Her lips curled into a smile at his introduction, "A pun for a name. Well then aren't we just birds of a feather. I'd shake your hand, Jester, but you wouldn't feel it." The woman waved her handbag idly, "I am Nobody. Pleasure's yours, I'm sure." Her smile widened playfully to display a row of dazzling teeth. -creativenobody

"Clients?" Jinks asked. And clients that couldn't see her at that. What was going on? He believed in the spiritual, of course, but ghosts? No, this had to be a prank. Claudia... she had probably booby-trapped something to trigger an artifact and play a joke on him.

"Uh." She was sassy too. Maybe if he played along, he'd be able to find the artifact that was causing this. "Well, yes, it's certainly a pleasure to meet you...Nobody? Is that what I should call you?"

Steve took a few steps closer and tried to pinpoint where this projection was coming from. The handbag called his attention. It was bright, she kept tapping it, waving it. It had to be. He took a purple glove from the table, slipped his hand inside and then tried grabbing the handbag. Nothing... it wasn't even really there.

"I'm sorry, that must have been rude." He couldn't really figure out this one. 

[tehjinksy-blog]

"Darling, I'm practically transcendental. I go where creativity abounds. There is no place more creative than this warehouse. You only see me because you're thinking about it. Speaking of, how about thinking of introducing yourself?" Her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched at him as her nail began once more drumming on the metal clasp of her clutch.

She definitely wasn’t lying. “I-uh, I guess you’re right. I’m sorry if I was a little rude, I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone… for how long have you been here?” 

He gave the lady a once over; she seemed out-of-time, like an anachronism.

"I’m Agent Steven Jinks and I’m usually the one stuck with the paperwork. You are?"

[tehjinksy-blog]

The rest of the woman flickered into view in a tight red skirt suit. It was based on something that might have been 1940's style, but the skirt was far to short and the neckline too low. She sighed and shifted to rest her weight to one side, "Nothing now, I suppose." her red lips twisted in disappointment, "Very few people can see me, you know, and Leena was very good for calming the nerves whenever I had a troubling cl- Don't bother, dear. I am not in the habit of carrying such trinkets on me."

This had to be some sort of artifact, what else? Jinks stared at the woman, concentrated. She didn’t seem to be lying… unless she was deceiving him, somehow. A troubling what? he wondered but didn’t ask. “If you don’t have an artifact then, how did you manage to get here? Teleportation? Some kind of projector?”  

[tehjinksy-blog]

"Hades bless the poor dear. I liked her. But I suppose all of you mortals leave in the end, what's a muse to do?" The outline of a woman started to flicker into visibility. Full blonde curls and tight red clothing which clung to a set of curves that just wouldn't quit, "That's right, keep concentrating, you'll get there eventually." The outline moved slightly and grew thicker, showing red heels, red fingernails, and a red clutch, "I am not so easily constrained as your little toys, darling."

Jinks got the look, his contemplative look, furrowed brow, squinted eyes, as the woman materialized in front of him. “A muse? What… what do you want?” He looked around to see if perhaps an artifact had fallen and gotten activated. He didn’t remember touching anything peculiar. He grabbed the neutralizer bag from his back pocket, just in case.

[tehjinksy-blog]

FINALLY! I've been walking this joint for HOURS, darling, you cannot imagine how tiring this is! *sound of high-heeled footsteps* Where is Leena? She's usually much easier to find. So far she's the only one who ever sees me around here. Can you tune in like her, dear? I can never tell who can see me until they jump. Amusing, but ever so tiring. *click of a long nail tapping against something metallic"

"I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but Leena… she, um, passed away," Jinks’s countenance fell. It had been tragic, he hadn’t known Leena as long as the others had, but he still cared deeply about her and he knew the Warehouse would never be the same without her. "I can’t really tune in like she used to, but I can use the Feng Shui Spiral…" He said without further explanation. His skin crawled as he heard nails against metal. "Where are you exactly and how did you get here?”

[tehjinksy-blog]

Hello? HELLO?!? Oh for Apollo's sake! CAN ANYBODY IN THIS PLACE HEAR ME!?!

"Hello? Yes. Yes. I hear you." Steve looked around frantically; he had no idea where the voice was coming from.