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[b]Time: Present Day
Location: Odette’s Apartment Building, Paris[/b]

Relaxing on top of comfy cushions, stretched out with her tablet propped up on her stomach. The cooling shade provided by the green canopy supported by wooden beams was a small sitting area nestled at the back of her [url=http://cdn.freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/rooftop-landscaping-ideas-2.jpg]rooftop[/url] [url=http://inhabitat.com/nyc/wp-content/blogs.dir/2/files/2011/05/Rooftop-Gardens-book-lush.jpg]garden[/url]. Swiping through online archives from the past year or so of Lost Haven’s newspapers. Looking distinctly for images, articles searching tags with witch or magic in them. Thankfully it didn’t take too long to search up relevant articles. While she had been steadily fed news of Racheli’s whereabouts in Lost Haven from Captain Esen, the high powered chase through the streets were making the social media news feeds explode with minute by minute updates. Many were frantic in their incorrect tags but the majority of the updates concerned with the reappearance of War Pulse and the-on-the-rise hero Evergreen. The sorceress wasn’t phased nor worried, according to the spy reports the two were fighting over Ms Desdemona. With any luck Racheli would show her face, predictably to help the hero that protected her. A short message was sent to Esen to oversee the chase personally.  Whoever came out on top, it didn’t truly matter. 

Her bet was on the mercenary, War Pulse.

Upon her arrival back to Paris, Odette spent her free time researching everything she had encountered in New York City. In spite of her original attempts to focus solely on ballet, work and magic always found its way back to the forefront of her attention. For now, laid out on her coffee table were all her notes and plans she had written up that morning for their trip to England weighed down by a couple grimoires to keep them from being swept away by the wind. Considering the way she had left relations with Queen Titania last time… this time around would surely require more tact.

For months since Ironworks she had properly ignored Puck’s Prophecy, admittedly spooked by his prediction. Things were on track now and gaining steam, ignoring the prophecy for much longer would just result in shooting herself in the foot. The best way to remove the fear would be to tear the prophecy apart.

The woman who came to Joseph Mather’s rescue, whose spectral fire burned quite literally into Odette’s memories. She played back the section she knew was relevant and providing no doubts White Witch was whom Puck referred to in his prophecy.

[center][i]“[color=thistle]She is a fire that burns brighter than your own hearth, one that can level forests and leave nothing in their wake, and she is angry. Her spirit burns even now, but once she reaches her potential, once she devours the flame of humanity, she will be unstoppable. And the question isn't whether you will be burned, but if you shall reemerge from the ashes.[/color]”[/i][/center]

A black and white image, silhouette of the White Witch in the news article describing her heroics months and months ago. If a spectre was haunting the witch, threatening to consume her humanity. Then perhaps Odette had the chance to gain some more information through less than typical means. She sighed locking the tablet. Bach finished watering his plants, rejoining his partner on the couch picking up her feet and placing them in his lap.

“[color=darkseagreen]Why the sigh, My Lady?[/color]” He asked in French, grabbing a grimoire from the table.

Odette replied, “[color=thistle]We must consult the oracles, I need to get more information on this spectre. I have no doubts,[/color]” She tapped the touch screen of the tablet showing Bach what she found, “[color=thistle]This woman is who the prophecy is referring to. You remember the spectral fire yes? It only came forth when the witch was unconscious.[/color]”

He looked down to the tablet then shrugged, “[color=darkseagreen]It wouldn’t hurt, but it would mean we have to visit Princess Lassantra. How do we prioritize? England or the Princess? She will no doubt have...ahem, [i]missed[/i] you greatly.[/color]” His grin was sly, referring to a rather private affair.

Odette snatched the grimoire from his hands, hiding the colour in her cheeks behind the open book. “[color=thistle]We will not have time for that, I am aware we cannot enter her underwater territories without her knowing. It will be a visit.[/color]”

Bach shrugged pulling down the spine of the book to look at his pact partner. Her face schooled to neutrality once again, “[color=darkseagreen]The Princess can be very persuasive. You are entitled to relaxing, with the right company.[/color]”

“[color=thistle]Perhaps when I am dead.[/color]”

He rolled his eyes, "[color=darkseagreen]The trip to see the Princess will predictably be a short one, while Queen Titania... May take some time to crack. The plans we have are not quite complete.[/color]" Bach said and Odette nodded. "[color=darkseagreen]It would be prudent to see the oracles first. It would do you well to see her as opposed to waiting by the phone for a call or text from...[/color]" He pulled a face. "[color=darkseagreen]Silence.[/color]"

Odette stuck her barefoot in his face and he recoiled. She laughed, genuinely amused, "[color=thistle]I do not understand where this contempt comes from. He is valuable, thorough, and smart. Qualities we are in need of when the time comes to capturing Racheli. I can't stress this enough, we can't make the same mistakes again.[/color]"

"[color=darkseagreen]No other reasons, My Lady?[/color]" He squinted holding her foot away. "[color=darkseagreen]You have taken this project... rather personally.[/color]"

Her amusement withered away her words turning icy, "[color=thistle]Be careful with what you are suggesting, Bach.[/color]"

Bach carried on as if he did not catch her tone. "[color=darkseagreen]You are growing attached and we [i]know[/i] what happens when you lose your grip on objectivity. A certain [i]cry baby[/i] rears her ugly head-[/color]"

She snapped grabbing the cuff of his jacket, her teeth grinding with anger. "[color=thistle][i]How dare you![/i] How dare you suggest that![/color]" 

Unfazed by her anger Bach replied in a infuriately calm manner, "[color=darkseagreen]I am making a point that you need to reign in whatever it is you are feeling and see with clear eyes. This job, the other humans involved are not worth the disgusting amount of emotions you are pouring into it... My Lady.[/color]" His eyes were void and even if he tacked on My Lady, he was firmly placing her back into the role of student again. She hated it.

Odette swallowed a heavy lump of anger, glaring at Bach. "[color=thistle]You forget your place, Bach. I am the one making the decisions and I will [i]choose[/i] whatever company I wish to keep human or Fey. They are both at my disposal. My emotions are not compromised.[/color]" She said, the anger absent from her words but not from her eyes. "[color=thistle]You would do well to remember that.[/color]"

Mischief returned to his eyes and he grinned, pleased by her response. She could only guess why he really was provoking her.

"[color=darkseagreen][i]That's[/i] my girl.[/color]"

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[@fdeviant]: Odette planning to dig up information on Gwyn and Marie
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