Ronnie offered the woman a grateful smile. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who did that. As they moved through the building, she couldn’t help but marvel at all the bits and pieces Wynter has stored here. It was a good thing she’d covered up - there was no telling what was made of silver and what wasn’t back here. And with her kuck she’d wind up brushing against the one things that could give her away. Playing a bit nervously with her gloves, she followed the woman.
“Wow…you’ve got a whole treasure trove of stuff back here,” the shifter commented with a chuckle. “Might seem a bit messy…but something tell you you just might be one of those ‘method to my madness’ kind of people. Am I right?” As they arrived at a large table scattered with books, papers, and even some scrolls, her eyes widened. “Woah… you weren’t kidding. Fortunately, I’ve got an app that should make digitizing all of this fairly easy. Then we can correlate it with what my system’s been digging though” With a nod at the woman’s request, Ronnie sat, making sure she didn’t accidentally knock anything over as she did so. “Alright, what can you tell me?”
"Yeah…S’the result of a loooot of time spent on eBay." she mused, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Well, eBay and garage sales. Found my first genie’s lamp at a garage sale. Freaking lucky that woman never cleaned anything, that whole situation would have gotten really hairy…" Wyn added, thinking back. Oh the memories.
"Oh, there is totally method in here. I swear, there is. Problem is, it seems I’m the only one who thinks so. Most people would think this was a right mess." she chuckled, taking a seat at the table.
Wynter quirked a brow when she mentioned having an app that would digitize her research. “Huh….they really do have an app for everything.” she chuckled. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “Not much more than what I told you on the phone, I’m afraid. Drained bodies found out in a field. And I mean drained, like totally drained of blood, of life energy….Everything. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
"A genie’s lamp? Like the ‘I’m gonna give you three wishes’ kind or the ‘I’m gonna kill you where you stand’ kind? So…all that crazy stuff on eBay - haunted paintings, and dolls, and such - you buy that stuff just in case it might be the real deal?" The shifter thought that idea was kind of awesome. After all, Wynter was doing it to protect hapless buyers from making a really bad investment - not because she could make money off of it herself, but simply to help them. Ronnie admired that.
"No - I can tell…really. When I’m working on an article for a magazine the papers and books just PILE up. It always looks like a fire hazard waiting to happen…but I’ve got the placement of every scrap of paper memorized almost perfectly. And if anyone but me touches it - may the Gods have mercy on their soul." She chuckled and gave Wynter a wink.
The shifter snickered at the other’s comment. ”It’s high-end CSI-grade…not typically for sale on the open market,” she confided. ”Plus I did a bit of tweaking on my own. Anyway…it should do the trick. Wait…” Ronnie eyed the other woman for a moment, both curious and confused. ”Life energy? How…how would you know that? I mean it’s not like there’s a device for measuring that sort of thing…is there?”