Urban Fantasy
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
not wanting to argue, knowing I'll pass out soon. If I sit here much longer I push off the couch, you're right, I'll step outside for a minute. It does feel hot in here. I stand up. My body sways and stumbles. I'm proud when I managed to stay upright until I realized Violeta is standing next to me, arms out, steadying me before I know what's happening. She's pushing me back on the couch behind her. What did you do to him? Violeta bellows at the older woman. I'm fine. I just I'm not arguing with you. Jazz. I know poison. When I see it poison. I'm not sure if either of the women here, My response as I feel the world spin around me. This is new. Maybe Violeta is right, but she consumed the same food I did right. I don't like your tone. Perhaps it's time the two of you leave. Mrs Whitman stands her irises now. Red. Violeta yells something, but I don't make out what it is. I know it is some kind of magic spell because a second later the brownie flies back into her chair, thrashing against it as if being held there by imaginary arms snarling and spitting. Her body slowly morphs into a larger lumpy er creature with sparse hair and skin the color of burnt flesh. Let me go. You're worthless Rich, What did you do to him? And why did you leave a tracking spell in the shop? Anger and concern flood violate his voice as she commands the Bogart, now big enough to cause the whole chair to tip back and forth with her movements snarling and snapping as of her now larger teeth will somehow rip through the magic, keeping her down on the chair. Mrs Whitman doesn't answer. Violeta says something else I don't understand. Before turning to me and pointing with her free hand vomit, she commands, and I feel her magic hit me in a physical force, causing nausea to roll through my stomach, sliding off the couch and landing on all fours. I began puking on the carpet. I have a split second to think about all the hospitality rules. We are currently breaking before bile comes flowing from my mouth. Violeta talking angrily to the Bogart is background noise as I vomit like I never have before. In the back of my mind, I know Violeta is trying to get my body to expel whatever poison I consumed, but most of my mind is cursing her for the pounding headache. I don't know how long I spend vomiting. The smell alone tells me there is a fair amount of bile seeping into the carpet in front of me. By the time my stomach columns, I feel Better though. not 100 to be expected when one is poisoned magically expelling the contents of my stomach doesn't guarantee none was absorbed. When my own heart stops throbbing in my ears. I hear Violeta again. I'll ask you again, Bogart. What are you looking for in James's shop? There is power behind her voice and I know Violeta is using magic to compel the creature to answer her. I got up on my knees to see rips and tears in violate his clothing. I wonder if Mrs Whitman escaped and Vie regained control while I wasn't paying attention before. The snarling deep voice gurgles up from the large beings throat. Ah! The oath of geysers journals. He has to have it if he doesn't have it now, he will soon. That gets my attention.