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The morning in Evermore had begun like any other. The sun had risen from the horizon line, bathing the land in orange and reds and the Niveis had once again watched it from her perch upon Evermore's mountain top.
A blanket of clouds beneath her, the blazing sun before her and waking city surrounding her. This was Lyra's element. The oranges, reds and pinks reminded her of her past life...The Phoenix in her still burned as bright as the rising sun, but a different sort of flame, so cold it burnt like fire. Ice ran through her once fire-fuelled veins now.
Lyra Melior had lived in Evermore for many moons now, however she had never worked a day. She finished her Degree. Masters and PHD to the highest level and managed to extend those qualifications into becoming a medical examiner, the next step was to get a job in the field.
Evermore had a morgue, of course, like so many cities do, with one examiner to the current moment, Rashesh Patel. Now, Lyra also knew that a morgue needed more than one person and she had set her heart on that job, and Lyra was good at getting what she wanted.
The Niveis dressed smarting, black trousers that hugged her every curve, fitting her perfectly and a crisp white shirt that again fit her like a glove. She wore a tie, only pulled up to her sternum, the shirt buttons undone to that point too. In a folder in her hands, all her degree's and paperwork that proved her qualification, plus glowing recommendations from her peers.
Evermore's morgue was settled in the centre of the human faction. She was let in by a grumpy looking security guard and her heels click, click, clicked against the stone floors. It was cold, however a frown pulled at her carved brows...As a Niveis now, the cold had become her thing, and this room wasn't cold enough. She approached the cold-lockers, running her fingers over the doors to the lockers before pouting...Too warm. She smiled, tracing a pattern on each locker door and freezing them further. Her gaze travelled around the room then, finding Mr. Patel's office...
Rashesh after his escape from the Isle of Skye three years ago had an interesting life to say the least. He went from his sisters running to the ends of the earth and having no one to meeting Emily a human he fell passionately in love with. His life seemed perfect he got a job where he could work semi alone so no one asked him about his glowing when he was annoyed. About two years into their relationship he was going to propose but the night he was going to she never showed up. Returning home he found all her things there so he waited up all night his concern grew. After waiting the amount of time he was supposed to he reported her missing. Now some time had past and every body that showed up to the morgue he worried it would be hers.
It was a big part of the reason why he loved hate his job. He had a fear that when he looked down he would see her. It didn’t help that there was a serial killer on the loose killing women who looked exactly like Emily. When he walked in that morning he remembered he had an interview that day as he was supposed to have two employees under him but had been putting that off for a while now. He moved to turn on the coffee maker as he looked over the files of those he was to cut open that day before moving to his office.
When the beeping of the coffee machine went off he moved to go pour a cup and paused in his doorway watching Lyra as her fingers moved along the lockers. He noticed the room getting colder which caused him to clear his throat. “You know as a supernatural I do hope you don’t use your powers so openly in publicly.” he moved from the office to the coffee maker on the other side of the morgue where he poured a cup. “My name is Rashesh Patel, I am assuming you are Lyra?” He asked as he returned with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Taking in how professional she looked he downed the contents in the mug and smiled. “Well I am not one for long boring interviews so lets see.” He said as he pulled open the drew of one of them newly frozen bodies. “Tell me what your first step would be to examine the body?” he watched her trying to gage her reaction to the dead body in front of her.
The sound of a voice caused Lyra to spin quickly towards the sound, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she did. Her Bluey-green orbs landed up a man in a long white coat that much have been Rashesh. She took a few steps towards him as he pulled a coffee from the machine.
"It depends if you always keep your room too warm for the lockers, That would be a problem." She replied without a beat, a smile gracing her pretty features. She watched him walk over with his coffee in hand and tilted her head to the side. "Indeed. Lyra Melior." She said softly.
The next thing that came out of his mouth was the first question in the interview. She looked at the corpse infront of her without batting an eyelid and wandered over closer to the table. "Firstly, pictures. Before we start messing with wounds, or changing the settling of blood. Pictures. Then Evidence. Hair samples, Fingernails, Gun residue, fibres, whatever foreign objects we need." Walking around the table as she spoke, her lips pursed slightly and she leaned a little closer to a sizeable wound. "X Ray if necessary if you don't have a portable one in the morgue itself." She did one more lap before looking up to Rashesh. "Then the usual, clean it up, sew it up, weigh the body and note down the body description, scars, hair, tattoos and birthmarks." She finally reached Rashesh at the other side of the table and she smiled. "Then its time for the internal exam, organ harvesting."
Lyra flipped her hair over her shoulder and put her attention back to Rashesh. "Anything else you want to know?" She asked, offering her rather full folder with her qualifications in.
Rashesh eyes moved over to the lockers and let out a soft sigh. “I will have to call maintenance to look at them again. I swear they think just because the person has passed they shouldn’t be just as cared for as they would be above.” He shook his head towards her as he smiled back towards her. “Pleasure to meet you Lyra Melior.” he said as he offered his hand to her to have a handshake before they moved over to how he interviewed people.
Rashesh took in how she wasn’t easily grossed out which was a plus for him. The last interview had thrown up on the floor. He listened to her explain the steps she would take with the body and how she would go through gathering things that where needed and how they would process things. As she joined him on his side he gave a slow smirk. “Good you know your stuff, and you don’t seem grossed out which is a plus for me.”
He took the folder from her as he closed the body back up and moved over to one of the clean tables setting it down and flipped through it. “Do you have a problem with keeping what you learn in this morgue to yourself?” He asked as he looked up to her from the papers knowing she was qualified for the job within the first few. “Here in Evermore we make two reports on bodies. One that is open to the public and most of the time its just that one. But then their are cases that are far more darker and not suitable for those who don’t know about the supernatural world.”
He let his eyes hang on her for a long moment. “Do you think you could handle knowing that we don’t put the whole truth out to the public? And work with a special task force meant to keep rogue supernaturals away from the city the best we can?”
A hand shake can tell lot avbout a person, the pressure they give, the strength of their arm...As a woman, Lyra had had to cultiate her hand shake for the various scenario's she had been involved within. Business being one of them. Lyra had been involved in the business world for years, she'd had many careers and many persona's, her handshake read confidence.
A small smirk perched upon Lyra's lips and she cocked her head to the side slightly. "I've been doing this for longer than you've probably been alive." She purred before glancing around the room, running her tongue over her bottom lip.
Te next question made her frown slightly. Why would the things she would do here need to be hidden? She shook her head slightly. "My business is my business, the report itself is professional and will only entail information relevant to the party that needs to see it. If that means a few white lies to the public, then white lies are fine by me." She shifted her wiehgt, cocking her hip out slightly. "I can liase with anyone, but i prefer to do my investigations...my work, alone or in silence." Lyra ran her fingers through her hair before watching him.
"So when do I start?"
Rashesh gave a soft chuckle to Lyra words as he leaned his head to the side offering a light shrug for a moment. “You know what in Evermore I would never disagree with someone who says that. Since I am considered young in my own species.” He chuckled as he then let her hand go and looked to the paperwork for a moment.
“I know the question is one that is strange but when dealing with humans and a supernatural world there is a line that has to be walked. Can’t exactly say a man was murdered by a Valkyr and not come off as we aren’t doing our jobs properly. So the ones we are really reporting to are supernatural’s also. Who we will often be alongside out on field work also.” He gave her a smile before he then looked her over one more time.
“Not much of a talker?” He asked as he then moved from her to her desk. “Lucky for you it will just be us two. I often don’t talk much. I prefer to work alone but things have come up and I need the help.” He said as he sat her file down and hummed softly. “You can start now if you like. If not first thing in the morning.” he pointed to the desk that was in the corner. “That will be your desk. Feel free to add your own touches to it as you see fit.” he moved behind his desk which was on the other side of the room.