Episode 5 | Enveloped in a Trance
Standing outside the storefront of Rosetta’s Blossoms, the electro-technologist Thames Sebus peeks inside to see if he could find an employee inside. Finding none behind the corner, he makes an attempt to turn the knob of the glass door, finding the place to be opened for business. Stepping into the flower shop, Sebus observed the interior, taking notice of how large it appeared inside compared to the exterior. Threads and paper were decorated all over the vicinity, mimicking blossoms on ivy while an array of vividly-colored flowers sat on the countertops and aligned next to a back door. As he walked towards the doorway, a woman—a brunette—steps into the room, wearing pale blue gloves and holding a light blue rose in a vase.
She had beautifully yellow eyes as well as curly brown hair that went down no further than her shoulders. Her attire, aside from the gloves, was of green thigh-high dress, black flowery stockings that stretch up to her knees and dark-colored boots that conceal her ankles. Staring into Sebus’s emerald eyes, the lady’s voice was melodious when she asked, “A visit?” Putting the vase on the countertop, she continued, “How, uh, unexpected. What would you like?”
“O-Oh,” Sebus stuttered, his eyes wandering around the room. “I’m, uh, not necessarily here f-for, um, flowers. I thought I c-could speak with the owner about s-s-something.” He glanced at her, studied her physique, and remained amazed.
After a chuckle, the brunette replied, “You’re looking at her.” Pulling off her left glove and adjusting her hair, she continued, “Rosetta is her name, by the way. She owns this beautiful place. What may the man in glasses and goatee want to know?”
While she leans onto the counter, resting her head in her hands, Sebus closed his eyes to relax himself before and answered promptly, “I’m here to see if I could ask you some questions, actually. Sure, this is random and my presence wasn’t expected of you, but something’s made me curious enough to visit you, Ms. Rosetta.”
“Ask away,” she giggled, smiling as she removed the other glove. “I’m all-ears for ya, and I’ll answer them as honestly as I can for you, uh…”
“Thames.” Stroking his goatee, the electro-technologist started his questioning. “First, I’d like to ask you when did you start your, uh, business. Have you always been here, and I’ve never took notice of your lovely shop?”
Lifting herself off the counter and slowly walking to Sebus, Rosetta answered, “In fact, I haven’t lived her until now. Originally, I lived near the border leaving Carnage, in the North District. When I moved down here in the District of Circe, I hoped to run a nice, little florist business because… well, I love flowers.” A small laugh at a thought, she pointed her yellow eyes at the male and added, “Even though some of the most beautiful and rarest flowers are those that take the longest time to blossom and grow.”
Glancing at her, Sebus’s cheeks gradually went pink, yet he continued, “How do you manage to obtain all of these? You couldn’t have found them easily in this city.”
“While a small one, I garden many of these beauties. I guess you could say that I’m a magician with them.” Once she stood next to the male’s left arm, she caressed it with her fingers before wrapping them around his upper arm and squishing it. “You feel a bit tense, Thames,” Rosetta stated. “If I may, why is that?”
“Oh,” he sighed shyly. Relaxing the muscles in his arm, Sebus presented a grin when the florist hugged it tightly. “Now, what was it that I wanted to tell you…? Oh, yeah! Ms. Rosetta, North District?” After taking notice of a nod, he queried, “You wouldn’t happen to be one with magic, would you?”
She released his left arm and struts from behind to his right. “Hmm, one with magic… meaning, like a witch or wizard? No, not at all.” Latching tightly to his side once again, the brown-haired florist twiddles the fingers of her right hand and produces a green rose in her palm, its stem cloaked with thorns. With a lusty smile, Rosetta looked into Sebus’s emerald eyes and hands the rose to him as she told him, “Natural beauty is as magical as this lovely emerald… It’s like your eyes, Thames. For you.”
Sebus closed his eyes and chuckled as he took the flower from the woman’s hands, but as he brought both his hands together to hold and sniff it, he felt a strong, pricked pain at his left ring finger. He looked down at it and found his finger bleeding, a blue-green thorn on the vine where his hand had laid. Directing his eyes to the florist Rosetta, Sebus asked, “Do you know why…” A beat of his heart later, the electro-technologist froze, his pupils reduced in size. Though still in control of some of his facial muscles, the male questioned, “…What was in… that green rose… Rosetta?”
Witnessing him collapse to his knees, she latched her arms around Sebus’s neck almost romantically as she whispered in his ear, “Shh-shh, darling. Just let it happen. Fall asleep in my arms, and I’ll wait for you after your well-needed slumber.”
His emerald eyes closed while his body lied back on Rosetta’s chest. The green rose detached from his right hand and vanished from the floor while the quiet florist sung a little song to the sleeping man. He was gently rocked as she let out a ballet.
Arriving at Carnage City Police Department, Cody parks his vehicle in the usual parking spot marked 11. Both the detective and Darion exited the car before pulling Leroy out of the backseat. “All right, Leroy,” Cody said, gripping the leprechaun’s restrained right arm as he walked to the entrance of the building. “I don’t know what little spell this woman’s put you under, but you’re going to start revealing all you about her.”
“I haven’t heard from Lady Enchant yet since the arrest,” the green man admitted. “Wonder if she’s recruited another one.”
In slight aggression, the assassin Darion latched to Leroy’s left arm and said, “Regardless how many people she adds to her army, this enchantress will be taken down.” They entered through the double doors and traveled upward to the interrogation room. Once inside, Darion unlocked the cursed leprechaun’s arms from the shackles while Cody sat opposite of the table, a disgusted expression on his face. After releasing him, Darion told Leroy, “I wouldn’t test his patience.”
The little green man sat silent, waiting for the detective to say a word.
“You said that Lady Enchant placed you under this curse, Leroy?” Detective Richards asked. Receiving a nod as a response, he continued, “While under this curse, Lady Enchant is able to see and hear everything that goes on around you, no? She sends telepathic commands to you and if not followed, Lady Enchant is able to torture you.”
“That is correct, sir.”
“No commands have been sent to you yet?”
“Not at all.” Leroy looked to the lights in the ceiling at he listened for the voice of the enchantress; when nothing came in, he retorted, “Whatever it is, Lady Enchant told me she may recruit more men. If that’s the case, it’s no wonder she hasn’t given me anything to do at the hour.” He turned to the brown-skinned boy and questioned, “How do you believe you’ll get anything out of me with me still under her control, detectives?”
Hunters stormed out of the room without saying a word. A few minutes passed of Leroy and Cody having what appeared to be a stare-off before Darion came back into the room with a vial that held a strange green liquid. He hurries to the cursed leprechaun and aggressively takes hold of the small man’s chin as he held the vial over his mouth and commanded, “Open!”
Obeying the abrupt request, the leprechaun opened his mouth wide as the brown male poured the liquid into his throat, every single drop. Emptying the vial, Leroy swallows the bitter green and in an instant, his pupils dilated as he stared at Detective Richards. His hair frizzed for a few seconds while his hands lay as if strapped to the tabletop before the small, green man returned to his senses, returned to reality. Leroy directed his attention to Darion and as he was about to ask, the boy answered, “Before we took into custody, before we even visited your little antique store, Cody requested for an antidote to an enchantress cursing. While we weren’t sure who casts the Deadly Thirteenth, we were able to receive a variant cure. With your tongue freed from the feminine voice in your head, do tell us everything you know about her. You’ve got to have seen the woman’s face at least.”
Cody kept his eyes on the now cured leprechaun to see if the truths are being told or if secrets are being held inside.
“The enchantress,” he began, “had a beautiful face: eyes that glow and shine like me gold, lovely brown hair that touched her shoulders, lips a perfect pink. When I gave her my box of charms used for luck, Lady Enchant wore a green dress that had free-flowing thread down to her ankles.”
“Do you remember where you went to when you gave her your charm box?” the detective asked, standing from his seat as he walked closer to Leroy.
Rather than verbally say the exact location, the leprechaun let his thoughts flow and the detective listens in. “I met with her inside a vacant building in an alley on Sparrow. While I don’t believe that’s truly where she resides, you can investigate that place for any leads on where she could be hiding. However, if you do find her, do not tell her about me.”
Darion directed his attention to Cody and queried curious, “What did he say? Where should we go?”
Once he walked around the leprechaun, the detective whispered into the assassin’s left ear before cuffing the small man, taking him to his cell. Detective Richards locked Leroy in with two other individuals and before storming off, instructed the watchman, “Monitor the leprechaun Leroy. Darion issued him an antidote to an enchantress curse no more than ten minutes ago.” Both strapped in their seats of the police car, Cody hurries down the avenues and boulevards of Carnage to locate that alley near Leroy’s Antiques.
In the backroom of her shop, Rosetta drags the unconscious Thames Sebus to an empty iron table, placing his body atop it before finding a carved stone in the elaborate shape of a lotus. As she placed it on his chest and gesture his hands as if encasing the stone, the florist said, “Killing you is not my intent. However, if I’ve given you a much stronger poison than expected, let this Holy Lotus be your soul’s guidance back into Rueo.” After giving the motionless Sebus a soft kiss on the forehead, Rosetta summoned vines to strap him to the metal tabletop, grinning as she left the room and returned to her usual task of running her business.
The body of the electro-technologist Thames Sebus rests as if a fresh new corpse, bearing hold of the Holy Lotus passed onto him by Rosetta. It was only a matter of time before his trapped soul returned from the trance.