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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 7

11.06.2018

Dear Diary,

Remind me that I never ever again jinx my day like this. I have seen some horrible...horrible shit today. NEVER AGAIN! PLEASE!?

Ok, long story short, Ilene found us a second nexus for magic, a bit smaller than the ghost place but what the hey, it's good to have two of them. So we go there and there's this rich kid witch circle (try saying that three times quickly) and we scare them off because entitled little shits need to be taught a lesson. I think the best part of this trip was when Ilene called that succubus-like spirit there and scared the shit out of this little girl. She was trying to do a spell of some sort and got quite surprised indeed. Perks of being able to sneak inside. ANYWAY!

We found this magical book and tried to take some copies of some pages because it's not nice to steal just anything when LOOK WHO COMES IN!? Detectives O'Sioda and Wilkinson! Oh, these two are the fuckers that interrogated us at our LAST nexus. This time we couldn't use the missing cat story so naturally we were a) surprised and b) in deep shit. Why? Because do you actually think that we had keys into this place? Fuck no, I can pick locks.

So what do officers red-head lady and built-like-a-brick-shit house do? They don't even ask us the time of day but sit us down and handcuff us to our chairs. Then they start asking us about a USB stick. Yeah, sure, I could have just said to them something like ”Mister and Madam officer, I, in all my silliness, have the wanted stick of the USB caliber in my possession for I did indeed seize it upon my visitation to Mr. Spalding, my deepest apologies, I know that your trusted derrieres shall take much better care of it than yours truly” but FUCK NO! I was threatened and tied up by gangsters because they wanted that stick, I was followed by O'Sioda and Wilkinson to the ghost place, these two aren't on street patrol, and now they are here and ask ME about a PARTICULAR USB stick they can't possibly have any info on UNLESS they're on a pay list of someone else than just the police department. I have nothing against the police but crooked cops....fuck them.

Oh yeah, when we didn't answer them, they silenced us with Ilene's little fabric pieces she had with her. I admit, they were with her just for that purpose but they were not supposed to go in our mouths. If we weren't sure before that these guys were crooked, the call their 'associates' that the disturbances had been restrained and that they could arrive there whenever they wanted. Good, great, there were more people coming in. Fantastic!

And then we get to the best part. Officer Philip Wilkinson comes to us and starts both threatening and harassing us. I mean, the guy smelled my hair, which cuts a bit too close to Esmeralda and Frollo and....fuck me, what he said.... ”I'll get it out of you, one way or another, and it doesn't even have to be a private interrogation”. Then the fucker almost groped Ilene and she was this close to crying. Thank fucking god he only felt up my shoulders and neck but holy shit was that horrible. I'm actually pretty sure that he would have both molested us and turned it into a rape and if he didn't get anything out of us...or even if he did.... he might have killed us or let his associates do it. I wasn't this scary when the gangsters tied me up and I don't think I've ever been this scared in my life. That was disgusting to say the very least. I was so fucking angry. And why didn't I free myself with my magic? Evil eye doesn't exactly help when you're tied down and supervised by two people. Ilene didn't have anymore spirits with her and I fucking tried using my empathy skills but it didn't work.

Then I sensed someone using magic. I was thinking that great, now the associates had come but no. Wilkinson turned to his red haired partner and asked about the reward and she answered something along the lines that they'd get it when the job was done. Then mister-big and-muscly strangles the read head unconscious and decides to tie her up as well. O'Sioda didn't really appreciate that and with some extra magic use from someone, Wilkinson cuffs himself. He gets on his knees and then is stricken unconscious..... by Amethyst Jeanes. Please, someone, tell me! WHY IS IT ALWAYS HER THAT HAS TO SAVE ME!?!?! This is fucking ridiculous!

Naturally miss blonde-perfect-and-heroic decides to annoy us with her presence and quips about our 'unfortunate predicament' but I wasn't really feeling it. We had just experienced threats of rape and murder so I really wasn't feeling her snarky remarks. Thank fucking god the woman has half a brain and she actually freed us. She was actually quite nice and asked us if we wanted to ask some questions of O'Sioda, now that she was wrapped up like a present..... Oooooh did we! We decided not to do it in there because of the 'associates' were coming so we did the classic Amethyst carpet trick and whisked the red head away to an empty warehouse. You know, for an uptight asshole, Amethyst does have some good ideas.

So we bring her to the warehouse and start interrogating her. She keeps her mouth shut and we try to find some way to get her singing. Someone had left  there some curtain clips and we used them well. Or, well, it took a while. When we had clipped her nipples and nearly done the same thing for her labia, she started talking. Apparently the cult of Mammon was after the USB stick and they would have paid hundreds of thousands for it, in cash! Now, I'm all for selling the information but I can get so much more than that. Besides, it would have been something akin to selling that stick to Amethyst so fuck no. From what I understand that cult is filled with rich, egotistical business men, who just want more money. Anyway, I digress. Naturally we didn't say ourselves anything about the stick for Amethyst was there and I'm sure that bitch would have wanted in on it. Eventually blondie took some very embarrassing shots of the lady, and basically said that if she even considered a revenge, those photos would go public. We left Loreen O'Sioda in that warehouse and said that we'd call for someone to pick her up. We just didn't say when.... I'd say we'll do it soonish.

All in all not a nice day at all. I don't know how close to rape and murder I came and I came this close to raping someone as well. I don't feel good about this, not at all. I had the opportunity to take it even farther but I didn't. I didn't want to. This had gone way too far already and I actually feel sorry for O'Sioda. She was just after money, like I was. Then again, she was willing to let her partner do lord knows what with me so.... perhaps I can be at peace with this? I'm sure I'm going to be sleeping poorly tonight. Me and Ilene came to my place, I'm not sleeping alone after this. Sorry, trying to sleep. I'm sure we'll just drink until the wee hours and then if I don't pass out, I might be able to get some shut eye. The gang members that were going to come and torture us we saw in the news, they had been shot down. Don't know by whom and at the moment I don't have the energy to ponder. Also, I'm almost certain that beneath that mocking expression Amethyst was actually a bit worried. I...actually ended up thanking her. If she hadn't been there me and Ilene would have most likely been at least raped.

I don't want to be thankful to Amethyst. I don't want to feel already molested by Wilkinson. What I want is a drink. I'd better go make two, since Ilene is almost done with her shower. Also, I don’t think this is a good shortening of the events, even though I did write long story short. Fuck it, the drinks!

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 5

8.1.2018

Dear Diary,

I've just about actively written for a little over a week and holy shit this USB stick has pulled me in quite an adventure. And I pulled Ilene to it. Thank goodness she's quite adventurous. We had an excursion to a hotel! It may have included all the typical tropes from an agent movie but hey, I like those! Especially Daniel Craig's Bond. Ooh those blue eyes pierce your whole being, I could eat him up!! Anyway, to start this one hell of a ride we need to return to the morning.

Ilene, bless that girl, called a friend, who called a friend, who messaged a friend, who knew someone, who has connections to a hiring company, who have some connections of their own(or something like that. This girl has a weird and surprisingly wide network of acquaintances.) and we found out that the blonde in those pictures Richardson showed me is staying at Hotel Allegro. Yes, that Hotel Allegro, the fancy as fuck hotel. I don't actually look rich enough to visit a hotel like that but that wasn't going to stop me or Ilene.

When we got to the hotel, wearing something a bit more businesslike, we walked into the hotel. I pretended that I had found a bracelet that this blonde lady in the picture had dropped and I'd like to return it. The man behind the counter, Garnet, quite a cute man, said that he'd take it to her. The fuck he wasn't going to do that, we needed a room number. So, I.....negotiated with him....in the break room.... while Ilene was as kind as to wait for me in the hotel gift shop. Honestly, for a man with such a stiff upper lip the man has a surprisingly wild side to him. A delightfully wild side I might add. Well, after this wild ride with him he graciously gave me the room number and I thanked him, this time only verbally. Miss ”Tanner” was staying on the 14th floor. Me and Ilene, naturally, headed there and as a polite little lady I naturally knocked on the door. No-one was there so I let us in with my trusted lock picks. What we found in the room was curious indeed.

A heck of a lot of various make up products, a row of wigs, one of them the blonde one that I saw in the pictures. Also, there were clothes piles that I'm pretty sure were meant to go with the wigs, and a heck of a lotta items that were obviously meant for magical rituals. Miss ”Tanner” has some interesting hobbies I must say... Finally we found the pictures of her and Mr. Richardson and decided that we should get out as silently and smoothly as we had come in.

That was a good plan in theory, except for those two cleaning ladies that happened to be just outside the door when we got out of the room. Our little personal assistant scheme didn't work so we had to take them into a supply room on gunpoint. They were going to call the security, what else could we do. A colt detective special is a handy little revolver on occasion. Naturally we saw the opportunity to walk around as maids, so we made them take off their uniforms and changed into them. Now we'd be less suspicious looking. Also, having such things as a master key is really handy when breaking and entering. Anyway, we tied the ladies up and I left them sitting there as comfortably as I could. It wouldn't be nice if they were actually hurt. Naturally we also shut their mouths with rags, clean ones, naturally! I'm not a monster and neither is Ilene.

So, the ladies ”Orellana” and ”Varela” continued their cleaning business. Now that we were in the hotel we could actually check out more things on the floor for we both felt something magical in the air that wasn't coming from the ”Tanner residence”. We enter the next room and what do we see? A magath! An insane hybrid spirit that thank fucking god was in some sort of hibernation. Naturally we walked our asses against the walls to get around in the room without waking the thing up. We found all kinds of notebooks and papers relating to magical things and they were all mentioning the 'treasure'. According to everything I've read on these papers, I'm pretty sure they're talking of the USB stick. Apparently I've run into a goldmine! They were talking of how this treasure 'has been moved' so they know that it's not at Spalding's place anymore. Wonder if they left it there on purpose.... then again, why would the goons have been there just trying to find the stick? Anyway, we took pictures of those documents and notes and found out that there are some other 'projects' going on in this city and notes are kept both physically and magically. Oh goodie...

Just after we had taken the photos, a freckled brunette walks in. I had my weapon, or in this case the feather duster and I pretended to be an ignorant cleaning lady, as did Ilene. She ordered us to go away and we were already going when....and this is the point that I shall remember in the future.... she noticed our shoes. We had forgotten to change our fucking shoes. She raises a gun and orders us to stop but darling Ilene with her telekinesis throws that pistol away and soon enough this little missy was sitting in a chair all tied up. Another close call for the sisters of mischief. The bloody woman tried to curse us but thanks to a sponge and a piece of tape she didn't get to the end of it.

Obviously, because we were wiser now we went to change our shoes. The two ladies seemed to be doing alright so with confident minds we left them there again. In the next room we searched we found the spirit that most likely was responsible for Spalding's untimely death. It was something between a bird and a glass elemental. It had these long, almost needle-like glass claws and it wasn't the only spirit in the room. They were all, thank god, hibernating as well.

To the last room we got after the woman (I'm guessing because of the high heels) living there left it. We snuck in as quickly as we could and found out that this whole place had a) been in use for months as a base and b) apparently been the place where most of the information on that stick has been collected. We didn't gather much from that room for their safety measures were on point and I wasn't risking getting caught, not at the point where I had tied up three people already to get to this point. We got out of there, changed back into our normal clothes and got away from the hotel as fast and as smoothly as we could.

To be honest, that level of organization is a bit intimidating... what might they have on people like me or Ilene? Fuck if they know where I live.... well, I can worry about that later for you know what I did after that? I called Mr. Richardson about his pictures and arranged a meeting! It was such a pleasure to watch the man so happily burn the pictures. I'm not sure if I've ever seen anyone so relieved. Seeing the man walk away from me just about ready to dance all the way home made me happy. Now, what made me even happier was the $8000 in cash that I got from the gig. It was just about in a week so – ka-ching!

Now I'm just going to rest for a few days and just work my normal shifts at the Tap. One step closer to The Gingerbread House!

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 2

2.6.2018

Dear Diary,

I'm going to hex that bitch so bad that she won't get laid for a century! Would that I could that is but I'm getting ahead of myself. You'll know when we get to her...

After work I started working on the case. On a closer inspection I was certain that the letter was the handiwork of Julian Spalding. An amateur photographer, professional snoop, and I don't mean it in the private detective sense. He's visited Stella's Tap from time to time and even put his slimy fingers on my shoulder a couple of times but that scumbag isn't getting any sugar from me. I've got to hand it to him, he'd be a very good paparazzi with his skills but I digress.

Me and Vinsanto went to see that bastard in his apartment. Well, more like we went to see if he was home. The less he was there, the more we could explore and find the pictures. We got to the apartment, thanks to a courier, and in it actual apartment by my skill. Even though Spalding is a petty thief and a blackmailer, it doesn't mean I don't know my way with the lock pics. I left Vinsanto to keep a lookout in a tree outside. I mean, how the heck would I explain to a courier that I have a raven familiar, sorry, a pet crow, as people see him. Not very discreet.

Anyway, the moment I stepped into the apartment I had the creepiest odd sensations. It was quiet, way too quiet. Also the smell of blood creeping up on me didn't make me feel any better. However, there was no reason for me to creep around in those rooms for Spalding wasn't there. Not at least in any capability of spotting things. He was just sitting there, holding a gun. He had been killed with something like Wolverine claws, hit through the chair to his back. He had been ready to shoot anyone who entered the apartment but whoever or whatever killed him had gotten to him first. That's not a natural murder, there's something magical behind it, I'm sure. I had to fight the urge to barf, it was not a pretty sight. I mean, the man was the biggest motherfucker but I wouldn't have wished for his death. I didn't find the photos either, just a bunch of started letters. Apparently the poor wanker had planned to blackmail some other people as well. What I did find was some weird USB stick that was hidden in a secret compartment of Spalding's desk. I took it with me but then I saw the mirror on the wall distorting the picture..... and after that the gangsters entered the apartment. Hiding in the closet didn't exactly work, neither did my explanations on how I had just wondered there. Giving one of the gangsters the evil eye didn't work and I was tied down and thrown on Spalding's bed, eyes covered and my mouth filled with I don't even want to know what sort of a rag. The fuckers were nice enough not to shoot me (thank goodness) and dumb enough not to find my bag. They had questioned me on where ”it” was but I wasn't going to tell them that I most likely had ”it” in my bag. Thank goodness they believed me.

I thought my day was horrible enough as it was but noooooooooooooooooooooooo. I laid there for quite a while, half fearing, half hoping that the police would arrive. As if I didn’t try to break free from my restraints but little miss Tipton isn’t the buffest bartender around. Then I hear steps, high heels, so obviously not a cop. Then the smell of blood was replaced with the scent of lavender and there's only one person in this world or at least in the area of Ukrainian Village that can masterfully combine the scent of lavender and being a total bitch. Amethyst motherfucking Jeanes. I fucking hate her guts, have hated ever since I can remember. She's from a rich family, a proper showoff, and a bully par excellence. Anyway, this blond witch (hahaha, pun doubly intended) proceeds to tickle me, take embarrassing photos, wrapping me up in a carpet (I still have no fucking idea where she got it), and throwing me into a van she had rented or gotten from her dad, I don't know, I wasn't in the mood for polite chit chat. Then this fucker drives the van ways away, has SURPRISINGLY the common courtesy to unroll me from that carpet but leaves me tied, IN THE FUCKING VAN, in nobody knows where. Thank goodness Vinsanto, bless that bird, had followed us, and he managed to get in and free me from my ties.

I got a fucking taxi there, without any money, because my bag was at Spalding's still. Thank fucking god I can do some spells to talk myself into having a free ride. Of course the police was already there but thank goodness I managed to talk myself inside the house with the normal ”I live here” shtick. I get to the flat, thank goodness no policemen there but, what do you know, Amethyst, that sly fuck, was already there. So now I had two reasons to get my bag: not to be on the suspect list of the police and not to let Amethyst have the stick. I'm pretty sure she was there after that because she didn't find the photos. Oh? Did I not tell you? Richardson had hired BOTH me and Amethyst! The fucker.... Oh well, long story short, she pulled a gun on me, gave me the evil eye, and I had to just stand there in makeshift euphoria with my bad on my shoulder. Vinsanto, that darling raven, came and started pecking Amethyst (serves that mobster style carpet kidnapper right) and I managed to escape. I even told the police that I was scared and that there was an armed lady in the building. HAH! Vinsanto had flown out of the window and I snuck to my Vespa and drove off!

All in all a pretty horrible day but hey, now I've got a USB stick.... which gives me weird vibes. I'm pretty sure there's something magical about it. However, I need a drink now. I'm gonna go and call Ilene for tonight I need my best friend to get plastered with me.

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 1

1.6.2018

Dear Diary,

Erica here after quite a while. I haven't been writing recently for nothing exciting has happened. I'm still working in Chicago, at Stella's Tap, still have the same elderly couple as neighbours and I still love to cast a spell or two to make life easier. Being a sorceress is so much fun, makes the little things in life so much easier. Anyway, this evening was different than most.

It started as a normal Friday evening with normal tips at the Tap. I even saw the usual faces there which was to be expected. Which was out of the ordinary was that Malcolm Richardson, our regular business daddy (he's a middle aged business man with a family, not a daddy like that, eww), came in and turns out that he has been a business daddy (now definitely like that) to a blondie. Apparently someone is blackmailing him with pictures and he'd like me to do something about it. He said that he had heard that I take some odd jobs that are more on the questionable line as well. Well, sure, if you're willing to pay me $6000. There'll even be a +$2000 if I get all the photos to him within a week. I'm a business woman, not a good Samaritan, and a promise of that sum makes me a good business woman. Anyway, I talked with Crystal, she's the other girl behind the counter, about tomorrow and the educating of new work force and went then to talk to the boss. Frankie was very understanding when I asked him to change my evening shift for tomorrow to day shift. He knows that I do my job better than an average bartender so he knows how to be flexible with my hours. Don't get me wrong, I love my work and do it to the best of my skills but I'm not letting a chance like this to pass by! I get to actually dig into this new project and if all goes well, I get some money for my future bar, The Gingerbread House.

Anyway, Richardson gave me this black mail letter and me and Vinsanto took a look at it. Naturally he didn't really have anything to say to it, familiars, especially the ones tied in the form of a raven, are not that interested in blackmailing or not that accustomed to the whole concept. Silly bird spirit. Investigations start tomorrow and ooh this will be so much fun!

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 6

11.06.2018

My diary dearest,

It's morning, I'm hungover, but goddammit I'm happy. Me and Ilene went to a bar to celebrate the money I had gotten and actually met some nice gentlemen. Not gentlemen of the neckbeard variety or even the gangsta type but estate agents! I should go to more bars of Ilene's caliber. Anyway, this group of nice men joined our company and this one guy, Pearce, caught my eye. A pretty boy, and an intelligent one. I like it when they have actually something to say other than just ”sweet tits” or ”hey girl, do those grey eyes come in all 50 shades”. Anyway, we talked and eventually Ilene took one of them to the rest room. Me and Pearce were left alone for a while. He gently steered the conversation to more personal issues and was surprised when I started sharing my interests and likes in the sexual area so openly. It's cute when they try to be all coy about it but then their smile widens when I start talking of the actual topic we're getting to. Also, I was drunk.... like really drunk at that point. I remember everything but my inhibitions were gone. This could be seen in the back alley as well. A gentleman indeed. However, I really adored it when he asked if I had anything I'd like to try that I hadn't yet experienced. I actually talked him into going to Humbold Park with me and have an intimate scene on the beach of this little pond in there. I remember there being someone taking a jog through the park. He saw us and actually stared for a moment but the only person I'd give a fuck about was Pearce and that in the most literal sense.

Perhaps I should hit him up later....

Also, when I woke up Ilene had come to my place. It's really handy that she has the key to my apartment. She's in the shower now but we'll see what this day brings with it. So far, even though I have a headache, this is a good beginning to the day.

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 3

3.6.2018

In comparison to yesterday this one has been AWESOME....mostly! I still have some chills running down my spine because of that Spalding case but most of them were washed away with enough alcohol. Also, waking up next to a handsome man is only a plus in this situation. Callahan is his name, quite the charmer as well... even though he is a local gangsta. He also had some nice tattoos, though those weren't my main focus during the night, if you catch my drift.

Anyway, I started checking out the contents of the USB stick. Encrypted, of course, and I'm honestly not that savvy with computers. Luckily Ilene is. I asked this closest thing to a sister for a cup of coffee, black as her soul (a little dark apostle humour, after all, she is one), and it was so very wonderful of her to arrive as fast as she could. This stick business is huge and there's no-one on Earth I trust as much as her, if I'm not counting my mom. Me and Ilene have grown up side by side and we did almost everything together already as a child. She was there when I did my first even spell and levitated a coin in the air. I'm still very proud of that moment and happy that I shared it with her.

Ilene has also changed a bit since our childhood. Now she wears even bleaker clothing than before but I wouldn't say that Morticia Addams would recognize that goth as one of her own. Miss Paris's outfits are a bit more skimpy than Mrs. Addams's. However, she knows how to dress in different occasions, so the old ladies at the salon she works in won't complain too much. She's the best friend a girl could ever have.

But I digress! Ilene came by, we had our cups of coffee and started investigating. Turns out that this USB stick contains all kinds of magical information (places, names, spells, rituals, you name it), especially from the Chicago area! Jackpot!! This stick is worth of at least three fortunes, most likely more, in the right hands that is.... and I don't see any better hands than that me and Ilene have. I promised to her that we'd share the secrets of this stick and divide the profits 50/50. Thank goodness I'm not a complete idiot, so I made a backup of that stick onto another one, though I did feel some magical energy during the transformation... anyway, Ilene has a copy of the stick and Vinsanto was kind enough to hide the original one to the tower of a nearby cathedral. From what I hear, that darling raven put it into a place that is easily accessible only by birds. I'm not leaving that stick laying about in my apartment. If the goons from Spalding's place went there and started looking for the stick just like that, I'm not going to risk them finding my place and the stick here. That would totally destroy our new business idea!

From what Ilene gathered, there was a magical nexus quite near by, so we decided to check it out. Turns out, the basement of an abandoned house was literally haunted. Now, I didn't see any ghosts but I felt their presence. Having a nap in the middle of a haunted house is quite a new one indeed but it did make me feel better. I didn't actually have to hurt myself to get some magical energy. Ilene did her magic circle thing and gathered some strength as well.

It was all going great..... until the cops showed up.

They asked us why we were in the house. Now, don't get me wrong, we weren't exactly legally there. You see, my lock pics decided not to co-operate and we had to break in through the window. We made up a story of Ilene's lost cat (yes, the same trick we've used for almost 10 years) and how we saw her jump in through the window. They wouldn't believe us so I had to use my magical empathy skills to make us seem absolutely clueless and pathetic in their eyes so that they'd let us go. It seemed to work quite well. Those gullible fucks. What was odd though was that those police officers were clearly from the homicide unit. I mean, unless they are Ghostbusters, there was no murder there. Those cops had no business being there. After all, Chicago can be dangerous and I'm sure that the homicide boys and girls would have had much better things to do than to follow two young women into a house.

Anyway, we have a magical nexus and stick worth more than I can say without sounding perverse so, despite the cops, it has all in all been a good day. This calls for a drink! Though not as much as yesterday, I still have hazy recollections from some parts of that evening...

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 10

7.7.2018

Dear Diary,

Frankie called me into his office today and complained about descending profits that we're making in Stella's. I told him that it wasn't my fault that the regulars weren't coming in. What we were both worried about that the traffic for the under-the-counter products of feel good variety. I mean, usually we have people come in and buy pills from us on almost a daily basis but something fishy is going on. Thank goodness both Frankie and I understand that my contribution in Stella's is something I take very seriously and not something that I'd dismiss.

So I, naturally, started investigating! The word on the streets is what Callahan can tell the best so we had a ”five minute discussion” against the trash bin on the back alley and he told me that there is a new drug spreading on the streets. They call it 'caps', I guess it's a nickname for some type of shrooms. I also saw one of our regulars that had a spirit attached to him. He wasn't possessed but that spirit was clearly attached to the man. I called Ilene, since she knows more about spirits than I do and I could have picked a better time. She was busy with some male company. When she graced me with her presence, I told her about this whole thing. She even said that we should go and check a hospital nearest to the are for some records. I mean, these people are bound to go treated somewhere. Also, what Cal told me, the Garfield Easters would pay a lot of money for the information of where the people get this stuff and how to make it.

This could be a profitable opportunity if we got those caps to Stella's Tap. However, now we're going to go and have ourselves some good time with Ilene because we've finally learned the shape shifting spell! A girl's got to celebrate such an event.

- Erica

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Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 9

24.6.2018

Dear Diary,

What an evening we had! Excitement, espionage, a little bit of larceny, and one hunk of a man! If you thought that everything went smoothly and as expected, you'd be wrong but all in good time.

Yesterday we went to the society event in Berkley's Country Club, and boy was it filled with the bigwigs of the town! CEOs, all sorts of rich folk, and men and women of power were all gathered in this fancy ass house. Me and Ilene went in as the prettiest people of all.... as workers. She went in as a waiter, I as a bartender. For some odd reason this role was almost made for me.

Anyway, we weren't as stupid as to go there wearing our own faces. That mask we bought came in handy. I was a bronzed blonde, looked a bit like a surfer girl. Anyway, we walk in without an incident.... except we met the loveliest coworkers and boss one could hope for! Especially if you like to be treated like trash! Misses Catherine and Lisa, the maids of the house, looked at us like we were something their ”honourable guests” tried to flush down but had failed. No matter, bitches be bitches, they'll have their comeuppance in this story, just like the boss-lady, Deanna Courtenay. This lady must have had a pine cone up her ass and evidently seeing such scum in the room like myself and Ilene must have added some pine needles there as well.

Then we get to the first man of the evening....who was not the hunk mentioned in the first sentence. I mean, he was good looking and all, I tried flirting with him, but I should have guessed from the too groomed of an appearance that I wasn't his type. Now, had I had something dangling between my legs, I'm sure the guy would have been allover me but what can you do. I may have gathered some negative attention from the guards because of this and had to operate extra carefully. Womanly charms aren't always the key, lesson learned.

Another setback for our evening, when Ilene was already serving the champagne and I was mixing fancy drinks (trust me, the rich and the poor enjoy the same drinks, you just have to serve the former the alcohol from a fancier glass) was a familiar face. I give you one guess whose nose is big enough to be in my business constantly. That's right, the star of my every waking nightmare, the queen bitch, the one I should ALWAYS expect to appear during situations like these: Amethyst Jeanes. She came in as a +1 to a man whom she ditched for Fredrick Lockwood. He's the youngest of the Mammonites, a tall, muscly, quite handsome and rich a man. Boy did her ditsy performance charm him. I bet he saw nothing in her except a piece of ass, they always do. Not all the men but all of those egoistic ones.

However, Amethyst didn't know what she had just done. That man whom she ditched came straight to the counter and ordered a whiskey and a bloody mary. Now that's a combination one usually sees from people with hangovers but this man was in no such condition. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, muscles, and a fancy suit. Remember when I mentioned Daniel Craig as Bond was hot? Daaaaaamn this man looked good with his fancy gear and a charming smile! If I had met him on a regular night and as myself, I would have wrapped that hottie around my finger in an instant! He even looked like a realistic action hero, he had scars in his face and hands but, you know me, I like it when the man has seen some life. Curiously, he had a clear dagger mark on his hand, like as if a dagger had gone through it. I asked about it in passing, of course not with a line like ”hey, who stabbed you” but I said something more on the lines like ”I see that you've seen all kinds of things in life.” Yes, I tried to sound a bit more fancy than usual, but in my defense: it was a fancy party, it fit the character and there was an upper class hottie to whom I was talking to! Then again, I did still make it clear that I had my feet on the ground.

Guess what he gave as a reason! You'll never be able to!

Polo.

He told me that he had lived in the Great Britain for a while and that he had gotten those scars while riding after a ball and hitting it with a stick.

BULL

SHIT!!!

Unless those horses were some soccer hooligans and their riders juggled knives there's NO WAY he got those scars while playing polo. So this must mean that he does something....extreme as his hobby? Perhaps he's a secret agent in reality? Oooh, how cool would that be. He even has the name to fit the bill: Layton Glazier. Eventually that hottie had to go and he thanked for his drinks. He even said that he hopes that we'll meet again. It's such a shame that he'll never see Amber Rose (yes, that was my fake name for the evening. I know it's horrible, but I had to come up with a name on the spot!) again. Now if Erica bumped into him....

Anyway, we were on a mission. I checked out and listened to what I could and so did Ilene. Nearly at the end of our shift we compared informations. I had noticed a small group of extremely pale guests who didn't care for any food or drinks. Vampires, had to be! It was so cool, the first time I've ever seen one alive! Naturally I avoided their gazes because c'mon, vampires, you never know what they're capable of. Other things that we found out were that only with the access cards of the higher level employees could you gain access to the rooms of the Mammon cult members. Also only the maids could get past the guards. Yeah, I wasn't going to try that as myself after my fuck-up with that one gay guard. Also also, from what we had heard the cultists and the blood suckers were going to have a loooong negotiation about something.

After all that, when we got out of our shifts, we started executing out fine plan. You see, what I forgot to mention, was that we had pick the locks downstairs to ease our access to places and so that we could hide if need be. The first thing that we did was to search Catherine and Lisa, the two  sweet maids who had been nothing but dicks towards us. Lucky for us, unlucky for them, we had guns and a rather persuasive touch to getting the two bitches in a spot we wanted them. Lucky for us, unlucky for them, part two, is that one of the locks we had picked was in a door to the food storage. It was nearly empty already as the cooks were preparing meals and the most important food supplies were already in the kitchen.

Now, since they had been total asses, we were going to be total asses too! What fun!We locked them in that pantry after tying them up and silencing them with rags! They were cozying up against some soft flour sacks, so they were fine. Oh, we also took their clothes. All of them. Because if they were going to be bitches, we were going to bitches too. So we changed our clothes to theirs (not the underwear, ew), changed our faces, remembered to change our shoes, and we were off! ….to get the key card! What you must know is that I once brushed our bosses shoulder to remove some ”dirt” on it. In reality I snatched a hair of hers. I made a doll, included the hair and started poking the dolly in the stomach area. Now, every girl knows that when you get sudden cramps and you haven't eaten or drunk anything out of the ordinary, there is always a danger that your period has started. And what does every woman at that very moment do? They go to the toilet to check on the damage.

Me and Ilene were waiting for that piece of shit when she came out of the toilet. She ended up sitting on her office chair, being tied down with her shirt and some other equipment that silenced her. It would have been most awkward if someone would have found her like that.... and that, dear diary, is how you get a key card!

When we got upstairs, after no-one paying any mind to us, we found a treasure trove! Some ritual schemes, a full list of people belonging to the cult of Mammon, also the info that Oliver Haward, the one actually hosting this party, wants to be ”embraced” by a vampire.... which I presume is that he wants to turn into one (gross). Also, there was a list of what sort of things the cult owns! Naturally we either made a copy of these things or just plainly took some of them with us. I mean, you can get money out of these things and that cult has already enough money. I don't think they'll be that sad if they lose a couple of things. This may be a step closer to The Gingerbread House.

Just as we were walking out of there the maids that were supposed to be working in the shift after Catherine and Lisa walked in. We tried the bitchy attitude they had had but this duo saw right through us. I presume that our clothes didn't quite fit us since they weren't our own. We ended up pulling the old hands-up gimmick the third time that evening and locked those maids in a distribution room. There may have also been some evil eye involved.... anyway, they stayed in the room and we slipped away without anyone noticing!

As we got to the car, Vinsanto was there waiting for us. It had been quite a challenge not to burst out laughing while we walked away from there. However, as we started driving away, all three of us saw a shadowy acrobat nearly dance on the outer walls of the mansion and going in from a window. I sent Vinsanto to check on that acrobat and he came back with information that it was a human being, in a robe with mystical runes embroidered on it.... with a couple of more details he added that sounds like an alchemist.

Now I'm at Ilene's place, we just discussed the selling of our just received information. There'll have to be some middle men there or the men in black will surely knock on our doors one of these days. What I do find interesting though is the new spell Ilene has found on the USB stick. A transformation spell, which actually works better than the mask! You can actually change your weight with it a bit! We'd better get cracking!

- Erica

[surfacolyte]

Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 8

21.6.2018

Dear diary,

These ten days have been so relaxing. I've been doing nothing but going to work and hanging around with Ilene. Thank goodness I have only had the nice customers in the bar. I mean, sure, there are the general droolers but they are the people I know, not any creepy police officers or such. Vinsanto and me have discussed this but he doesn't really understand our world from the human perspective. Spirits and all. Anyway, me and Ilene have called each other daily and I've been binge-watching Netflix.

Today, however, the Half Moon Market (yes, we named it like that because the symbol on the magic store's door is a half moon) is back! Me and Ilene went to visit the place and got into the discount district of it! I mean, not everything this store sells is magical but if you can get some discount magic ware, hell yeah! I got a pair of shoes for fast sprints (ironically a pair of boat shoes), a mask of transformation, and a wand! C'mon, ever witch needs a wand and this one is for doing the dishes!

Also, I bought a little tin hear necklace for Ilene. It said on it that it's an amulet of protection and after that incident we had I feel like I want to keep my closest-thing-to-a-sister safe. Also also! We got a wardrobe that creates any kinds of clothes! Ilene got herself a pair of high heels, a wand that once belonged to Nimue and the ugliest, most filthy wizard's hat that I've ever seen. I still have no idea why she bought it. Now we'll have to test these, be right back.

…......................

Ok, now we understand why these were on sale. The mask does transform you but you can't make yourself smaller or imitate anyone in particular. However, you can shift your weight how you want and can make yourself look entirely different, which is a good thing. Basically not that bad of a discount reason for it. The shoes on the other hand.... well, there is a reason why I had to use the shower: I slipped them on on the back alley and started running.....without being able to stop for 15 minutes. My feet are still in pain and my legs are shaking and I'm not sure if I've ever gotten such a workout. I'm only going to use those if I end up in a situation in which I should run away...for way too long of a time. The wand, yes, it helped with the dishes but now they all have some horrifying monstrosity picture in them or they just look evil. I think I'm going to use these dishes on Halloween and nothing else. Thank fucking god I didn't have my favourite coffee mug in those dishes. Also, the wardrobe works fine....except the clothes melt like the wicked witch of the west when in touch with water and they disappear at midnight. So, this is for sunny days only. Kind of a shame for I could have made so many cute dresses for bar nights! Oh well... Also, I hope that the necklace I gave to Ilene works. It was also from discount but at least she hasn't said anything of it not working. Fingers crossed I guess.

So yeah, all in all I don't think we should buy everything that has a discount tag in it, lesson learned. Oh btw, Ilene told me there is going to be a party on the 23rd. It's the cult of Mammon (bastards who only worship money and want to get more of it), they're having a get-together. I wouldn't want to miss it but I'm sure they won't let me in as I am...

We have a plan, but we'll see how it'll work out.

- Erica

[surfacolyte]

Chronicles of a Modern Day Sorceress, part 4

7.6.2018

Dear Diary,

Yet again it has been a wonderful magical evening. Me and Ilene have been busy studying the contents of the USB stick. Or, well, she has been busy. I can open the files, sure, but the codes and passwords are beyond my control. I've been a supportive best friend however and provided Ilene with coffee, snacks, and alcohol, although I must admit that she has had to poke me from time to time to wake me up. What can I say, encrypted texts get boring after a while.

However, we did find something fascinating! A magical place near Humbold Park. Apparently it only appears twice a month so naturally we were curious of what sort of a place was in question. This evening we went to check the place out! We had to wait for quite a while there in front of these two houses. There was a small alleyway between them and it was really good that we didn't stand in it for as the moon rose, a house appeared there. It looked old and it was made of worn out bricks. As proper sorceresses, we naturally stepped in. Turns out that we had stumbled upon a magical store! It was bigger on the inside and ran by this robed creature of pure magic. Seriously he....she....it..... I don't know, the thing didn't have a body and it sounded all ethereal, was like a fairy godshopkeeper and seemed to have been there forever. Also, there was no rhyme or reason for those things in there, when it came to the correlation between the price and the product. Also, many of those things were indeed magical, though not everything.

I found there a cute black belt with lovely silvery decorations and a surprisingly well fitting set of underwear. Partially see through, dark blue ones with black lace and some star decorations, very cute. I also found a cute pare of raven earrings when I saw that the queen bitch herself had also found the store. By the looks of it Amethyst had found the actual glass slippers of Cinderella. I so wished they would have been actual slippers you wear indoors, the ones that are supposed to be comfy. Were they made of glass, though, that would have meant for rough mornings to that bitch. She had been to some questioning but got out with her magical charms. Also, I was so certain that it had been her who had sent the police after me and Ilene as revenge but she at least denies it. Either she lies, which I wouldn't put past her, but if she tells the truth, there are weird things afoot in this city.

We got to my place and I tested the belt, it turns you invisible. How handy is that! The underwear is also somehow enchanted though I don't yet know how. I need to test that at some point as well. Tomorrow we shall continue our USB adventures and I promise to try harder not to fall asleep.

- Erica