Today was supposed to be a lazy day. It was supposed to be a day off. Though, everyday could be a day off if you were your own boss. You just wouldn’t make any money. And Kaci needed money to pay rent. So instead, she was sitting outside a little corner cafe, scouring the newspaper for any sort of reward money being offered. Missing cat: Reward $500 if found. Missing person: Reward for information $1,000. She circled those and kept reading.

You could do more than just get cats out of trees. That’s what firefighters are for.[/color]

“Ah shut up, Bill. Eat your damn biscuit.” she broke off another piece of the soft biscuit and placed it next to the small hedgehog on the table. He just looked at her reproachfully before nibbling at it. Her eyes flew over the page, lips mumbling along as she read, looking for something bigger than just a lost pet or a runaway teenager looking for attention.

Just then, there was a shout and Kaci looked up to see a guy start running toward her, purse in hand and a very upset woman, who he presumably took the purse from. Sighing, Kaci mumbled a small spell, the guy tripped over his own two feet and the purse ended up in Kaci’s lap. She mumbled another spell that kept the guy from getting up until the authorities came.

“Oh my god, my purse!!! Thank you!!” The lady ran over, and Kaci just nodded, sipping at her coffee.
“Yeah...I did so much...catching. I’m awesome.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she handed it back to the proper owner.

Kaci...be nice...she might reward you

At that, Kaci smiled and sat up straighter. “I was just doing my civic duty, ma’am.”

“Well, thank you...here...for your coffee.” She handed Kaci a five and Kaci’s smile turned brittle as she accepted it. This was why she had fees. Relying on the goodness of others always got her jack shit. Taking one last look at the lady, she tried her best not to scoff. $200 Tahari wedges, $450 Chanel pantsuit and $300 bag she just got back not including all her jewelry and all Kaci got was five f*cking bucks. Kaci left it on the table for her coffe, picked Bill up and put him in her hood.

Don't get too many crumbs in my hair, huh? All she got back was a noncommittal grunt from him as she folded up her newspaper and left. Today was supposed to be a day off, but a girl's gotta eat. So it was time to go to work.

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

Metropolis, home of Superman. A bunch of bullshit. No matter what happened, this place always seemed so damned happy and Lilura just couldn't seem to understand that most days. Even after the Battle, it hadn't seemed all that bad. Then again, nothing seemed as bad as New York, did it? Was it pathetic or petty to dislike a city for such things? Damn right, but that wasn't really going to stop the red head. Because not liking a place didn't really mean she could quite avoid it. She had a job to do, and that job took her everywhere. After all, Aunt Aggie couldn't completely pay for her apartment, now could she? No, so here she was, Metropolis.

Usually bounty hunting was a bit more fun. People wanted someone specific, sometimes dead, sometimes alive. They wanted people because they owed money or they had stolen something. The reasons were always different, and they were things she could care less about. However, something seemed a bit different this time. She was being paid for retrieving someone alive, yet it didn't seem for malicious reasons. Been missing for over a week, they'd said. Something could be really wrong, they'd said. Usually, she'd dismiss it. She didn't care for that sort of work. She was, after all, a bounty hunter, not a damned private investigator. Except, there was one small detail about it that really rang with her that made her change her mind. And that was the person's age. She'd always had a soft spot for kids. Maybe fourteen was still a little bit on the older side, but a kid was still a kid and just thinking of all the possibilities of what could have happened was enough to keep her up at night.

From that day on, she'd been here. Day three, but still nothing. She knew the woman had put out ads in the paper. High rewards for even the smallest bit of vital information. Anything that could help, and Lilu was just a little pleased in that. It would make her job a lot easier if she had just even the slightest idea of where to be looking. Hell, she wasn't even sure that the kid would still be in Metropolis, but with the little information she had, it was the only place she could start until she found something, anything, that could point her in some other direction. But first, coffee. She'd been inside the little Cafe getting herself a cup when she witnessed the scene outside. At first, her eyes had been looking at the would-be thief, a derisive snort escaping her as she brought her cup over towards the window to watch. However, as she watched, her gaze soon moved from the man to the girl that seemed to be muttering something. Hard to read lips when she couldn't see them but there was something about her. As the man tripped, she moved outside and took a seat within view to watch and listen. She could barely hear it, but she could hear something, like a spell. Now, she wasn't going to say it was rare to find magical people in the world, but she never seemed to run into that many, especially not randomly.

She waited until the purse was returned and the woman who'd been robbed started to move away. The girl that had done the spell couldn't have been given much. And with a woman looking like that? She could have afforded more than a cup of coffee. Moving the cup from one hand to the other, her fingers slowly curled as her wrist twisted so that the palm of her hand would go from facing away from her to facing towards her, the energy starting to gather before she flicked her wrist and sent it towards the woman. Yeah, she might have a job to do, but that didn't mean she couldn't do with a little bit of entertainment. Besides, if she'd been in that girl's shoes, she would have done it, get a few extra bucks. It was with a small smirk that she'd watched the woman trip over the downed robber. Nothing too big or bad, but it was enough to catch attention, she'd hoped. She didn't do much else, however, as she turned around in her seat so she could focus on her coffee. Her mind started going over what little info she'd already gathered.

xxx	Kaci Reyes
hope this is alright

'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

✿

Kaci was about to leave when she saw the purse snatching victim trip over her assailant. She had seen her aura change the moment before she tripped. That meant that she hadn't done that on her own. Someone had caused her to trip. With magic. She stopped then stared for a moment before her head whipped around, looking for who could possibly have caused that to happen. It didn't take her long.

Jaw off floor, blink eyes. You're staring. It's rude. Kaci blinked and looked away, and tried to subtly make her way back into the coffee shop toward the woman.

She's lit up like a Christmas tree. Magic user?

Uh duuuuh. Now don't be a dork. You might learn something. Or find a job.

With that in mind, Kaci went back for her half finished coffee, grabbed it off the table and went inside. She slid into the chair across the table from the red headed lady and calmly sipped at her coffee. "Thanks for the entertainment. So...are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"

Kaci! Kaci winced at the yell in her mind and shook hot her hood and collar a bit, jostling Bill around. A small, surprised squeak emanated from her hood and she cleared her throat to cover it. She was very curious as to who this person was. Though she had a feeling she could trust her, at least for now.