Casey didn't answer first. She was in progress with a traditional Japanese koi ink on a beefy dude's bicept. When she was finally done with the lines, she decided to give it a break and answer the call:
-Vada Voodoo Tattoo Salon...
-Cez, it' me - it was the almost-forgotten and long familiar voice of Renato. First she got sweet shivers... and then slowly extending anger.
'What does this jerk want?"- she murmured with her inenr voice - "Finally showing up after 5 years, he must be really desparate..."
-Wut?- she answered, in her good old-fashioned trashy style. Since everyone mistook her for a boy for her short, black hair, hard facial features, lack of boobs or butts, and 150 cm shortness, she compensated with overall rudeness... and sometimes with her fists.
-I need a piece of your advice- said Renato.
-Sorry, I don't do dicks - rushed in Casey- those are too sensitive for my work. Renato growled for a moment and shout:
-Would you please listen to me? I have a serious question for you? Cez sighed:
-Why's ya call? Renato gathered his thoughts, and answered:
-It's one of those re-occurring dreams. You used to be keed on them.
Casey's eyes widened for a second:
-You have them? - she lit on a cigarette- what are they about?
-Atlantis - replied Reno, almsot instantly, then with some delay, he added- more specify, when the waves engulf and swipe away the city. Cez took a nice long sip from the tobacco:
-Ya sure it'l Atlantis? It took some moments, but Renato replied:
-I know it, within the dream. I have also seen the three circles of land and three circles od wather withing the city....
It was the girl's turn to lost her words. Reoccurring dreams about a sacred land... as much as she knew, this was serious business. Beside her tomboy attitude she was fond of all esoteric and spiritual studies - firstly because she tried to conserv this aspect of the zoolook nature. She had all the information on reincarnation, divine indication, cleaning, all sorts of ancient cities and communities... but Atlantis. Atlantis barely scratched the surface. She took another smokey sip:
-I'm not really sure why you're having dreams about Atlantis - she explained in a much calmed and conserned tone - that place is such a big-ass doubt, that it might had been non-existent at all. I mean, sure... - sipped the cigarette again- there are common symbols and avatars in different countries... but you can't just simply explain that by a mofo huge island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. That's a simple-minded approach.
She put out the tobacco:
-Still, we're SOME of a kind - she didn't have in mind to let a customer know within hearing distance that they were zoolooks-, and having reoccurring dreams in our case is serious business. I suggest you to get the matriarch and consult her, asap. You still know where to find her, right? Reno frowned. Of course he knew... he went often to gatherings and met the matriarch. Still... this question required some privarcy, and he had doubts if it was a good idea to bother her after her shift.
-Right- said briedly.
-Good- the voice in Casey's voice just turned back- now, move your ass to her, and stop call me when you mention me in your last will. With her final words, she hung up the phone.
Reno just stood back on the "disconnected" sign on hus mobile phone. Yup... Cez didn't change a bit... maybe got more sour than usual. Who knows...
One's for sure, his next way would lead to the matriarch, right after work....
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