Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

-the soft jingle of a bell signaled the calicos approach , as did the meow. She was surprised that Bear hadnt made her appearance sooner actually but the smell of the turkey meat must have permeated whatever sweet kitty dreams she was having up in the loft bedroom.- You hear this, Bear? -she murmured to the cat as it rubbed up against her leg. Drawing her attention from the breaking news alert to her pet as little white paws popped up on the edge of the coffee table and a little pink nose sniffed relentlessly at her plate. Tearing a small bite of the meat from her sandwich, she held it out to Bear, reaching down to pet her when she dropped back to the floor to eat the tasty treat shed been given.- Mardi Gras brings out the crazies sometimes, yeah? -dropping another small bite to the floor for the cat, she was lifting the sandwich to her lips when she heard that the delusional man in question was looking for the demon king and his brother. She blinked, her eyes shooting back to the tv screen. Her attention solely on the story unfolding. She lowered the sandwich back to the plate and stood. Slowly she made her way closer toward the television. Watching as the camera panned closer to the bar. Closer to the man in question. Fingers traced the line of his jaw as the camera zeroed in a little closer on him.- Impossible.... -she whispered, her eyes tracing over the curves of his lips before moving to stare at the eyes peering from the helmet, though barely seen, she could tell they were green. This had to be some kind of joke. Some fan that had gotten out of hand, partied to hard during Mardi Gras and was indeed shit faced drunk and what? Cosplaying a character from her books? Stranger things had happened and it was better than the alternative, because that would be incredibly strange....and just....- Impossible... -she repeated breathlessly. No cosplayer or jokester for that matter could possibly nail her own personal imagining of Mahons features so accurately. Her gaze dropped to Claw, watching the blade glint and shine as he paced before the bar and then shifted to the shield. Fingers tracing over the crest incredulously. Again, without a picture, in the books, which were never added to her pages.....how could anyone so accurately recreate any of this. She took a step back as his image disappeared from the screen, returning to Chase in the news studio. She blinked rapidly and turned to see Bear happily sitting on the coffee table, munching away at the forgotten sandwich.- Incredibly.....impossible. -she muttered, a finger scratching softly at her temple as she stalked through the apartment with a confused and disbelieving huff. She snatched her keys and purse from the hook by the door and hurried to her car. She needed to get to Antoines. She needed to see this shit for herself. This could turn out to be bad press for her books if this was some jackass playing around, taking it to this extreme and if....if....if it really was Mahon...- But...how? How could it be? Its just not....there is no way. -it took her all of fifteen minutes to get to the French District and she had to walk a block just to get to Antoines with all the chaos from what was going on. Weaving through the crowd, she made a beeline for the yellow tape stretched across the scene. Her eyes searching until she found Chief Mendelssohn.- Chief....Chief! -she shouted above the noise. Shed worked with the man extensively on another book shed written, a noir detective novel. The lead Detective that she ended up basing off of Mendelssohn.- Not now, Mara. This isnt going in one of your books. -the man sighed gruffly as he approached.- No. Thats not what Im here for. I know that man. Hes...hes a friend of mine, from out of town. He got a little drunk last night and crashed at my place. - Mendelssohn stared at her and snorted - Then why isnt he still there instead of causing trouble in my District? Because hes an idiot but hes my idiot? -she flashed him a dimpled, cheeky smile. She had no real answer for him. She didnt even know how Moe could possibly even be here, herself.- Yeah, well your idiot has caused a lot of damage and put a man in the fuckin hospital, Mara! If he hurts one of my officers, Im going to tase his ass and toss him in the tank. And whos gonna pay for all this shit? I will. Youve still got my info, right? Give it to the owners and the bar tender, Ill pay for the damage and the hospital bills, just let me in there to talk to him. Give me five minutes, Rob. If I cant get him to settle down and come back home with me, then you can tase him all you want. - Mendelssohn sighed and glanced back toward the bar , clenching his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose, he lifted the yellow tape.- I already got too many assholes in the damn tank today. -he grumbled and grabbed her arm as he walked with her toward the smashed out window. Glass crunching under their feet as he waved one of his men aside.- Sir? -the man questioned, a couple of the others looking in their direction as well.- She knows him. She gets five minutes to talk him down, if hes still uncooperative, he gets tased and tossed. -his men nodded acknowledgement and Mendelssohn gave her a gentle shove past his men and pointed a finger at her.- Five fuckin minutes, Mara. -Mara nodded and saluted him, that cheeky grin curling the corner of her lips again.- Ay, Captain. -he huffed and scowled at her, moving back out of the way with a shake of his head. Mara turned, her eyes dancing over the man pacing the floor, taking in everything she had before on the television. In absolute awe to see him up close. Again, Impossible rang through her thoughts before she finally took a cautious step closer.- Mahon? -she said softly. Her stance solid and her gaze steady, albeit, curious upon him.-