Before you make it to the stairs however, the sound of a familiar voice from the common room stops you in your tracks.
"Look boy's, I don't care how many times you ask, I'm not going out with either of you. Now, do you know where Emma is or not? She hasn't been answering any of my calls and I'm starting to get worried." the voice says.
Knowing that if the voice belongs to the person you think it does she'll be more than happy to help you with testing out the brushes abilities, you peek your head around the corner to see what's going on.
Sure enough, the voice belongs to none other than your friend and sometimes lover a Native american beauty with long black hair and piercing dark brown eyes by the ironic name of Ayasha, meaning little one in Cheyenne, which is funny, as there's nothing little about her, as Ayasha is taller than many men, standing a full six feet even with a bust to match, being at least an E-cup. Right now, she's in conversation with the brothers Marcus and Lucas, an identical pair of hard drinking hard partying womanizers that you have the misfortune of sharing the building with. Their actually kind of attractive in a way, but the problem, so far as you're concerned at least, is that they both think their gods gift to women, a notion that Ayasha's been forced to dissolution them of on more than one occasion, and today is no different judging by their conversation.
Stepping fully out into the open, you call out "Hey Ayasha, sorry I didn't call you back, but I was busy with something big and couldn't be disturbed so I turned my phone off. Sorry if I worried you or anything."
"Emma! Oh thank goodness! If I had to put up with these two walking hormones for much longer I probably would have gone crazy!" Ayasha replied, rushing over pulling you into a bone crushing embrace.
"cough couch I-it's alright Ayasha, I'm here. Can you let go of me now? I can hardly breath!" you gasped.
Realizing your predicament, Ayasha releases you and steps back. Blushing cutely, the much taller girl replies "Oh, sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength!"
Laughing lightly you reply "That's okay, I'm not very big, so it doesn't take much to knock the wind out of me. Say, do you wanna come up to my room? I just got something really cool that I won't to show you."
"Hmm, why not? Sounds like fun." Ayasha says with a shrug, gesturing for you to lead the way.
Ascending the stairwell to the third floor, the two of you step inside your room, Ayasha closing and locking the door behind you, then turning and looking at you expectantly. "Alright girlfriend, not that I'm not grateful for the save, but why have you been avoiding my calls, and what's this big surprise you mentioned?" she asks.
"Their both one and the same. See, I hide in the museum until after hours earlier tonight in order to steal this!" you exclaimed, whipping out the brush and flourishing it dramatically.
"A used paintbrush? You seriously hid out in the museum and risked getting arrested just so you could steal that?" Ayasha asked doubtfully.
"Oh yea of little faith! This used paintbrush as you call it is far more than it appears. It's actually a mystical artifact of immense power!" you explained.
Still seeming unimpressed, Ayasha replies "Look Emma, I know you're really into this whole occult thing you've got going on, and I've seen you do enough weird things to convince me that magic is real, but that still looks like just an old paintbrush to me. If you won't to convince me otherwise, you'll have to prove it."
"You want proof huh?" you answered playfully. "Okay, I can do that!" then, grinning mischievously, you..........?
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