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Post by doctorzero on Apr 22, 2012 20:30:29 GMT -5
This had to have been one of the worst cases they had to deal with on the island.
Granted, it wasn't nearly as bad as what had happened a few months prior, but it still warranted a call to HQ about recent developments.
Miranda sighed as she activated the terminal before her. The guys back home were NOT going to enjoy this.
"And you say he just vanished?"
"He probably teleported," Miranda replied. "We've been trying to track him, but no luck so far, and there have been no reports of anyone by his description leaving the island, so he either has his own way off it or is still here."
Evan facepalmed, his face on the viewscreen. "Let's hope it's the latter. Anyway, we ran a check through the archives for any matches for this guy and the girl he grabbed with Princess."
"And?"
"We came up with about seven hundred matches for the girl. We're trying to narrow it down at the moment."
For the love of all that's sacred, the guys doing that need to hurry up, Miranda thought privately. "And the male?"
Evan fidgeted. "...there is no way I'm going to like this, is there?" Miranda groaned.
"Well...we did a search. No matches."
Miranda stared at the viewscreen in shock. "No matches? Wait, you mean this guy is--"
"A newtype," Evan finished grimly.
Miranda ran a hand through her hair. "That...okay, this isn't good. I mean, the only other newtype we've got on record so far is--"
"Jaron Roxai, yeah," said Evan. "You think they're related?"
Miranda shrugged, still shocked. "I honestly don't know. I mean, you know that newtypes aren't on any of our records--"
"And thus we know next to nothing about this one at the moment," Evan interrupted again. "Well, he's obviously more hostile than Jaron was. I don't know why he would want Princess, but I doubt it's for a party."
They both shuddered. They were all too aware of the kind of 'parties' Princess liked throwing. "Getting back to the matter at hand, if things are this bad, I'm going to run this by Kavma and I'm gonna head over there with with some backup."
Miranda nodded. "Thanks, Evan, I really appreciate it."
"No need to thank me. Besides, I've been wanting to punch Princess for a while now." Evan reached for something offscreen. "By the way, what about those two who helped you?"
Miranda turned to the one-way window behind her. In the room beyond it, Crona and Ragnarok were seated at a table. "We did a check. The kid's name is Crona, and the weird thing coming out of xis back is called Ragnarok. They haven't answered any personal questions, but we've got their profiles in the archive, at least. We finished questioning them ten minutes ago. Once I'm done talking to you I'm going to go in and ask them what they plan on doing."
"Sounds like a plan. Me and the boys should be there in a few hours."
"Thanks, Evan. I really appreciate this."
Evan nodded. "Eh, it's what I live for."
The viewscreen shut down.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 22, 2012 21:04:13 GMT -5
I can feel the stench of her energy staining the nearby buildings...
Namia was currently sitting on the pavement outside of the CRL building, trying to act as innocent as possible. Considering she had over 300 years to practice, she wasn't a slouch in that department. I'm happy Madeline alerted me of her appearance nearby- and also happy I went to bed a five. If I go around saying I'm hyped on sugar, I should be perfectly fine...
She giggled to herself, singing a soft lullaby to try and pace the time. The way she figured it, Aiman would pop up around her eventually- if she was interested, she'd have reason to stick around.
Or maybe say I'm on European time- I'm from England, after all...
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Crona was twitching in his/her seat, a bit nervous. Ragnarok, on the other hand... "I can't believe you did that again, moron," he spat, poking Crona's skull. "'You're asking me about my life! I don't know how to handle that!' Grow up you oversized baby!!"
Crona just cringed- no remark. He wasn't up for anything else tonight- just getting out of here, or at least into a corner so he could relax. In fact, he couldn't help but eye the nearest corner- it looked so comfy, so nice...
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 22, 2012 21:22:46 GMT -5
Miranda entered the room before Crona could retreat to the corner. "One more word out of you, Mr. X," she growled to Ragnarok, "And I will personally boot you so hard you'll hit the moon. I've done it before, and I WILL do it again."
She sat down across from Crona. "Now, then, Mr. Crona. We're very thankful for your help earlier. I'm sorry that you had to stay here and answer our questions, but it's standard procedure. Now, I would like to ask you a few more questions and you and your...friend will be permitted to leave."
A thought occurred to her. "By the way, do you have any form of residence on the island? If not, we'll be willing to find you a place to stay if you want."
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Post by ryocker on Apr 22, 2012 21:30:46 GMT -5
Ragnarok just looked away. "Tch..." Crona's eyes widened just a smidge when he heard her talking though- mainly because he did lack a place to stay at the island.
"...Well... we've... not been here for long, but the alleys have been where we've slept for a while. I've never had to sleep outside before, and don't really know how to handle that..."
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Namia stomped her feet a little. "Hmmmm... Wonder where that amber eyed creeper is..." she huffed, getting up off of her sitting spot. Out of instinct she turned to the nearest window and waved. Well, not instinct, childlike force of habit. She was trying to blend in, after all...
Which didn't help when she looked directly into one of the cameras.
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 24, 2012 2:18:20 GMT -5
"You've slept in alleys?" Miranda asked in disbelief. "Well, listen, Crona, if that's the case then we'll do anything we can to find an appropriate residence for you. It's the least we can do after you helped us--"
Her com rang. "Hold on a moment...yes?"
"Captain Wrights, it's about the girl who escaped with Princess. She's outside the building."
"What?!"
The sheer amount of guns pointed at Namia was staggering. Okay, there wasn't a ton of soldiers there or anything but there was still a lot.
As soon as Namia had been spotted several troops had come out of the building and surrounding environment (seven of them had come out of the same trashcan) and had quickly surrounded her.
"Hands in the air, miss," one of the soldiers said in a surprisingly polite voice.
Hey, some of the people in CRL knew proper etiquette.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 24, 2012 5:51:52 GMT -5
Now under normal circumstances she would just shrug it off just fine- but she didn't know her cover was already blown. Her hands went up- but she was blubbering as a result, tears trailing her face. "Uh, uh, ah, I, uh," she stammered, still a bit shaky.
...until she noticed no-one was buying it. "...wait, why are you still pointing at me...?" she sniffed. Magic and completely capable of blocking every shot or not, getting a ton of guns pointed at you is still a surprise.
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 24, 2012 20:08:03 GMT -5
Miranda stood up and headed for the door. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me for a minute..."
CRL operatives generally learn from experience. Quite a few of them knew that letting your guard down at ALL would result in a lot of pain.
Before any of them could read Namia her rights, Miranda came out of the building with a no-nonsense look on her face. "All right, what's the trouble here?"
"We have the girl from earlier, Captain," one of the soldiers said without looking away from Namia. "Do you want us to bring her inside?"
Miranda examined Namia with a frown. She looked exactly like the one who had run off earlier, but something seemed different.
"What's your name, girl?" she asked.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 25, 2012 6:07:52 GMT -5
Crona blinked, watching her leave with wide eyes, though they were still sad looking. "Where...?"
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"My name?" she repeated, still looking as innocent as possible. "My name is Namia! It's nice to meet you~" She gave a small curtsey in response, then looked up. "...Ooooh, you have red hair, just like me!" she cooed, giggling.
Then something weird happened- there was an odd twinkle in her eye. "Don't you think red's a nicer color than brown? Brown is really mean sometimes..."
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 25, 2012 20:40:33 GMT -5
It was probably another trap, Miranda thought. Considering how the girl had acted all innocent to Strahl earlier, it would not have surprised her if this was the case now.
Still, something seemed off. She didn't like the look in Namia's eyes. And--
"Great, just what I needed--another redhead getting in my way."
The words said to her earlier repeated in her head.
"You're coming in with us, Namia," she said shortly. "No arguments. We have a lot of questions for you."
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Post by ryocker on Apr 25, 2012 20:43:35 GMT -5
"U-uh, okay..." she stuttered, trudging behind her. "Um... Am I in trouble?" she asked in just the cutest little voice you could think of. Well, it looks like I was right- they've met Aiman. So that means I'll have to cut the act before long...
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 25, 2012 21:00:58 GMT -5
Miranda's response was a blunt "Maybe".
Five minutes later, the interrogation room's door opened and Miranda's head poked through it. "Crona, Mr. Ragnarok, I hope this isn't too inconvenient, but we require this room for a moment. I don't suppose you could wait outside in the waiting room?"
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Post by ryocker on Apr 26, 2012 6:02:47 GMT -5
Crona was the only one visibly present. "N-no, it's alright. I can wait there, I guess..." On his way out, he spotted Namia. But didn't react with fear. She didn't have any malicious intent- even if this one was acting like the last one. "...oh, uh, I guess I'd better keep moving..." The black blooded child bowed his head, then tip toed to his destination.
Once he got there, he immediately made eye contact with Wilhelm. "Eep! Ah, oh, h-hi..."
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Curiously, Namia found the seat farthest from the door and sat in it, seemingly staring at the door until Miranda sat down. "Ummm... I wanna ask something really fast..." she asked, still feigning adorability. "Did you see a bloody girl that looks like me? I know it sounds crazy, but..." her eyes slid back down, the way she asked seeming a bit... innocent.
On one hand, she could've just seen a doppleganger in a bad dream. Those tend to happen, after all. But this was also something else- Namia and Aiman are nearly identical aside from their alternating features and hygene. So if Aiman was spotted, she'd have reason to reveal herself.
(OOC: That description doesn't have to effect the conversation.)
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 26, 2012 21:32:49 GMT -5
Miranda was not fooled by the act, but she had no intention of using the 'good cop, bad cop' routine.
"To answer your question, yes," she replied. "And as you might have already guessed, that's the reason why you were held at gunpoint and why you are in this room. Allow me to give you the situation in a nutshell:
"A few hours ago, a mercenary who is connected with our organization succeeded in capturing an extremely dangerous criminal--one that we have been trying to apprehend for some time now. However, before we could take her in a young girl resembling you managed to interfere, assaulting me personally as the aforementioned criminal kept my associates--along with a pair of individuals who happened to be passing by--which led to an unknown sixth party appearing out of nowhere, incapacitate my entire team, and not only made off with the criminal, but also your double as well." She paused to let all this sink in.
"I would like you to tell me any information you may have on the matter, as it may help us locate and apprehend them." She paused, then added, "And there's no need to keep up the act, I can tell you're faking it."
Wilhelm was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his broken arm healed up but still bandaged.
He just stared at Crona, making him slightly uncomfortable, then he stood up straight and jammed his thumb towards the door. "Why don't you take a little walk with me."
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Post by ryocker on Apr 27, 2012 6:35:39 GMT -5
"Well first of all, you got a detail wrong."
No childish giggle, no sweet sounding voice- Namia wasn't acting anymore. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few lockets- one holding a newer picture of an elderly woman, the other in black and white with what appeared to be a lovely maiden- judging by the bangs, you'd think they were her relatives- but they were too similar to be someone else. And the age of the photos were all wrong to the detecting eye.
"Those are a few recent pictures- one from the early eightties, the other one from the late ninties. She and I are other world counterparts- she's me, and I'm her. The difference is our world, and our way of action. If you look in recent history, the name 'Fredrick' pops up with a female's name in each new century- when I become of age again, I change my alias.
"Our names are the same right down to the letter- but we've agreed to refer to me as Namia, and her as Aiman. We're not little girls, and I assure you we're not trying right now. Trying, meaning you must've seen her breed of magic, no?" The small child crossed her arms. The sudden burst of words proved it true- she's not as young as first glance would tell you.
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Crona was more or less speechless. "..... uh. Well, I, o-okay..." He shuffled a bit, moving out of the way of the door.
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 27, 2012 19:40:46 GMT -5
Most people would've found Namia's story rather difficult to believe. As a member of CRL, however, Miranda was used to such things--the idea of this girl being much older than she looked did not come to her as strange. And besides, interdimensional shenanigans were practically the entire organization's bread and butter.
She examined the pictures closely. They certainly LOOKED like family. Or the younger one was a clone of the older. That happens sometimes. "I saw her magic, all right. She tied me up with it. Didn't really go so well," she snarked. "Well, now that you've given us a name, that'll make it much easier to find this Aiman's file in our archives--our organization monitors several universes, you see, so it's incredibly likely we have encountered this Aiman, or most likely someone exactly like her."
She leaned back in her chair. "Now, would you care to tell me why she would want to interrupt our operation? We think she might've known the criminal in question, but we're not sure."
Wilhelm said nothing as he led Crona down the hallway. When they reached the door at the end, he addressed one of the guards stationed there, "Mind if you guys let me and my friend here into the restaurant?"
The guards looked at each other, then at Wilhelm. "We were told you can, but you're not to leave the building until notified."
Wilhelm simply nodded and walked past them through the door.
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