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Justin nodded at Elias his expression never betraying his emotions, though he couldn't deny a small part of him was glad to be of some use. Once Elias had left the Fucker in his charge he rolled his eyes slightly but nodded all the same."Sure thing. I'll make sure it doesn't go anywhere." Once Elias made his way out of the store Justin looked back at his work space, glad to see Fucker was still in his jar. He sighed looking at his brothers direction, which for some strange reason was directly above his head near the ceiling. "Why am I always the one left babysitting ridiculous spirits and vile looking demons?" Jason simply gave a mock pout and an exaggerated noise of upset at being called ridiculous, eliciting a small smile from his breathing twin. It occurred to Justin he must have looked strange always talking to his brother, most people could not see him after all. But here at least most of those who frequented this shop were at least passingly familiar with the world of spirits and the supernatural, to most of them at least, he hoped he didn't look as odd as he imagined.

Not too long after Justin's head jerked towards the distinctive ringing of the door. He sighed with relief when he saw it was finally his fist appointment. Justin quickly made his way over to the woman, eyeing her over for a moment. "There you are Ms. Adams. Late again I see. So you want me to try and channel your guinea pig again I'm guessing?

Ms. Adams nodded enthusiastically. She was a young woman, attractive in the traditional sense, at least that was what Jason had said. She wore a copious amounts of beads, jewelry, and makeup that seemed to reduce her pleasing visage."Oh yes! and I know you haven't been able to do it the last few times we tried. But I'm confident this time it'll work! I even brought something that might help you actually do it right this time!" She exclaimed happily as she pulled out a necklace seemingly made of bones. Small bones, crudely tied together on a string. Justin went wide eyed when he saw it." Are those um. Your guinea pigs bones? You um actually dug up Lenny's grave and made a necklace out of his bones. How......"He struggled not to back away at the sight of them, they were filthy after all. He almost uttered a scathing disparaging comment until Jason whispered reassuring words in his ear. Instead he pushed himself to speak differently when he next opened his mouth.[/color=red]"How very nice. Lets get you to my desk and see if I can reach him this time."[/color] Almost immediately after speaking Ms. Adams happily grabbed the boy by his shoulders towards the desk, Justin glared at the woman upon his release an acidic burning glare, that seemed to entirely fly over the woman's head.

"Right, so you know the drill. Take my hand please"As he said that Justin not so subtly pushed the hand sanitizer closer towards the woman who didn't seem to get the hint."and concentrate I will try to channel the spirit of your dead guinea pig"The woman did so being sure to slide the grim necklace into Justin's hand. He shuddered slightly at that but closed his eyes and attempted the reading. Despite his relatively recent discovery of his own psychic talents, and of his employment at the shop Justin had managed to become quite good at this process, over the past few months, eager to learn, and studious as he was. He began searching, trying to call out to the guinea pig's soul, though not especially hard, as this was about the fourth attempt. After about ten minutes of finding nothing, and about nine minutes too long of prolonged continuous contact with this woman he opened his eyes and looked at her pointedly."Ms.Adams. I found nothing. Again. for a fourth time. In three months. I really don't think he's listening, or even here anymore. Maybe he's moved on. Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to you. I don't know but I do know my readings aren't working." Ms. Adams merely shook her head in the negative her myriad pieces of jewelry and beads swaying madly from side to side.No that can't be. He's just lost I'm sure. But thank you for trying again I guess. So how much do I owe again?"

"That would be...." A loud crash permeated the area, glass spreading upon the floor. Justin looked sharply towards the jar containing Fucker no longer present upon the work space. Jason had floated back in alarm, previously having been staring at the confined demon. Justin gave the spirit a look of alarm and annoyance entirely forgetting about Ms. Adams."Jason what the hell did you do?"
"Nothing! I was just looking at it. It was looking back too I think it can see me, but the next thing I knew it struggled and hit the jar strong enough that it went off the edge. It probably didn't appreciate being stuck in there."

With a heavy sigh Justin looked at the debris for any sign of Fucker. He quickly went about carefully picking up the glass pieces and looked at Ms. Adams.[/color]"I'm sorry ma'am but I really should take care of this. If you just head to the register I'm sure they'll get you all sorted out."[/color]With that Justin went about looking for the beast with no luck.

Realizing that finding a possession demon in a store like this would be next to impossible alone Justin quickly made his way over to Elias who was currently talking to a boy that previously had gone unnoticed by the twins."Elias. We have a problem. It's Fucker. He might have escaped.