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Commedia dell'arte

Earth, 2102 AD

a part of Commedia dell'arte, by Lord Saethos.

"How did we ever let it get this bad?"

Lord Saethos holds sovereignty over Earth, 2102 AD, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Everything you need to know about the Earth at this time should more or less be clear in the Intro. If not, I will add more to this at a later date, but I just wanted to have this finished quickly so it could be put to use later (and by later, I'm hoping for that to not be too long).

As I've said elsewhere, this is a "catch all" setting. If you want to RP in a setting that doesn't have it's own separate "setting page", this is the place to do it.

This is mainly to allow parts of the story to take place in smaller locations without it getting too complicated, or getting people too lost (hopefully). More settings will be added over time, but this will be here for anything that needs to happen outside of the main settings we have going.

Just post your location at the very top of each character's post so we are aware where each character is, to keep things simple and easy to find.

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Undisclosed Location, Northern Wisconsin

The rain was coming down hard when Arthur had arrived at the scene, the water already beginning to pool into large muddy patches across the area. Plenty of trees in this part of Wisconsin, but the investigation was looking at this clearing, where yet another brutalized body has turned up. Report says some campers came across it, a father and his young son. What the report didn't say was what a mess it would be.

Arthur knelt down beside the body, observing every nick and cut on the skin, every bruise, every puncture. It'd be a wonder if there was a drop of blood left in this guy. And then of course there were the teeth marks, and the strange hoof prints that had been left out of the report.


"Beautiful night ain't it Arthur?" The voice that had called out came from a man standing off to the side, who'd spent a fair amount of time silently observing things for himself. "Almost makes you wish we hadn't been dragged into the middle of nowhere to see nothing new."

"Good to see you too Peter." Arthur mumbled in response. "What's the story on the prints and other strange marks? It's looking like some kind of cervine was involved in this? That's... New I guess."

Peter shook his head hearing this, the feelings of annoyance starting to throb in his mind like a headache. "Yeah, well maybe we're dealing with gene manipulating deer, I dunno and I don't personally care. You think we'll be able to figure out who this guy is?"

Arthur nodded from side to side, signaling there was a good chance. "Well he's still got his face, and if we look a bit closer... Yep, looks like he's got teeth still. If this guy is anyone we should know, we will know soon enough." Arthur stood back up, looking around the area. "You know why they called us out here Peter? I mean, a murder is a murder you know. Yet they decide we're needed all the way out in Wisconsin-"

"Shut it Arthur." Peter monotonously snapped at his partner. "I don't want to hear any more about this being that 'cult' or 'gang's' doing. I'm getting sick of hearing about them, really and truly." Peter produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one up, and began puffing away at it. "I'm not saying any of that to be rude Arthur, but honestly, it's a bunch of sensationalism. A couple crimes are committed, someone produces some 'evidence' linking a creepy looking group to it, and suddenly you've got an online joke that's become a real life conspiracy. I mean the crimes don't even ever fit together, some of the evidence contradicts each other, and this? A deer?"

Arthur stood back up, looking around at the ground, the body, and the trees on the outskirts of the clearing, shaking his head slowly. "Honestly Peter, I have no clue. I'm as lost about this as you, and neither of us even know why we're out here..." He sighed, before looking at the body once more. "Well at least one thing seems certain at this point.

Peter cocked an eyebrow hearing this, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth a moment. "And what's that partner?"

With a look back at his partner, Arthur smirked. "Some of the people doing this are the same." He pointed to the body. "Some of the cuts and teeth marks... I can already tell I've seen them at other scenes before." Arthur looked back to Peter now, his gaze a bit more serious. "We're hunting these people down. That's the job we've been given. To somehow find Commedia dell'arte, or whoever it is that's responsible for this."

There was a slight eye roll as Peter walked over to Arthur. "Look, I'm not trying to insult you over this stuff. You and me have been through a lot together Arthur, we both know that. I just don't want you getting caught up in some wild goose chase, especially if any of this ends up being legit and gets targets on our backs." He smirked slightly as he put a hand on Arthur's shoulder and leaned in closer to him. "Look, we've done all we can here for tonight. The evidence has already been pretty well taken care of, we're not doing much good beyond that now. There's a plane that's heading back to NYC in 3 hours. I think we can make it there in time, if we hustle now. So come on, let's head back home."

Arthur shrugged mildly in agreement. "I guess that's as good an idea as any." His eyes lingered over the body, and the clearing once more, his mind trying to recreate a horror he would rather wish to not see. "Can't be any worse than this place..." His words trailed off as his eyes watched the strange hoof prints on the ground, seeing them fade as he and Peter began to make their way back to NYC.

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Unnamed Factory, Unimportant Location:

Smash! Clatter clatter!

If anyone around was even going to bother walking in this area, they might hear the sounds of violence and gangs. They would hear the sounds of broken bottles and metal bats. But then, they might also hear the voices of the future victims.

"Clarke! They are getting closer!"

"Clara! Stay behind me! I will protect you!"

It was two young children that were the supposed victims. It might seem strange for sure, but this was a calculated attack. Recently, other groups had been getting more of a ruthless status, so they decided to correct that mistake, and they figured this was the best way to do this. These two siblings never did anything wrong, even as the large man raised his bat. But in this world, image and fear was important.

Yes, he would swing his metal bat into their skulls and become the true king of ruthlessness.

"Ehhhhh?"

And yet, a single voice made everyone freeze, if only for a moment. The gang leader, and the various members with him, turned around to see Zilas Black with a confident grin on his face.

"Well, that would just be a waste. I know, you two!" Zilas said, looking over to the eleven year old boy Clarke and his nine or ten year old sister Clara....clearly whoever named them was going for soem sort of theme. "How would you like to live as my servants? To be honest, its really hard to clean my entire home myself so I have been considering it for some time. Well? Being able to live in exchange for serving me?"

Of course, Zilas actually hated people who would pick on, and especially experiment on, children, so he was always going to help regardless. But Zilas was still selfish, and wanted to get something out of this.

Unfortunately, Clarke just saw what he believed to be his only ray of hope, so he decided to take it.

"Yes yes! So please, save us!"

The other gang members looked around confused, not seeing how Zilas could possibly kill them, and so they started to run towards him...but then the one who was closest to him seemed to explode for no discernable reason, and the second one was knocked back by the force of the blow.

"Now now, lets be patient here. You, how about you have a chair?"

Suddenly, an old metal chair flew through the air and smashed into the man's skull. At the same time, one man's arms who was wearing these obnoxious metal bracelets. It was a lot easier to telekinetically control objects rather then people, though Zilas could do both.

At this point, Zilas seemed pretty scary now....although in truth, he actually had a poker face on. No, he expected he could kill them all, and was prepared to do so but...why did that first guy explode? Even Zilas had no clue what happened there? Did that guy have grenades on him or something, and Zilas hit them with a telekinetic blast? That would explain everything, except why they had the grenades. Well, given everything that goes on in the world, Zilas was sure illegal weapons were traded all the time, but grenades seemed a bit too difficult to procure.

He made a mental note for later, look into illegal weapons distribution. Maybe, he would have use for this guy after all. He still had some empty cells on his ship.

Either way, Zilas still had some thugs. It looks like one of them finally had the smart idea to try and take hostages, a first considering so far all they did was act poorly. Zilas teleported over there, and unleashed psychokinetic bolts at once while creating a barrier between them. The comical scene of watching a man smash into a wall was also quite soothing for Zilas.

Though, when a wrench came from behind and started beating him to death, while his partner fell after being killed by psychokinetic bolts, that was pretty much it.

"I give them...an F. First off, their response time was sloppy. Secondly, I was here for some time before they even noticed me, moving things into place. Third, they had guns, and they didn't use them at the start? And, it took them that long to think of using hostages? Terrible, absolutely terrible. Its like they were intentionally trying to fluke this fight".

"Well...they do usually rely on raw power rather then strategy..."

"Huh...well, didn't do them much help here. Had they bothered thinking things through, this would not have been so easy for me. Or you know, if some of them wore body armor and didn't just carry grenade...oh, right. There is that other bothersome group, I heard a rumor they were doing trades with weapons brokers to...this guy, he is the leader right?"

Clarke just nodded at Zilas' words. Zilas waved his hand and the wrench fell to the ground before it could finish the guy off. After that, he picked up Clarke, Clara, and then kicked his foot into the nearly dead guy.

"Well then, maybe I can get some information from him in an interrogation. And a deal is a deal, remember that".

The siblings gulped as he said that, but in truth Zilas had another reason for doing this. If they had run here, instead of home or somewhere else, and given their appearance, ZIlas was sure they were orphans on the street. Given how chaotic things were getting, especially in this area where apparently they had grenades now, it didn't feel right for him to leave them in such a dangerous place.

And then, he teleported them all away....where they would all subsequently puke afterwards. Teleportation is something you have to get used to, the first time is always unpleasant. Even Zilas puked his first time.

A few days later, and he learned about the arms dealer that had given them their weapons, and that this person was apparently going to New York to make more deals.

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7am - Washington D.C.

Arthur shuddered periodically as he slept on cheap hallway chair in the offices of the FBI. He'd been exhausted from the day before, and was trying to remedy that with some sleep now, though his dreams continued to show him things he'd rather not have seen.

Peter was standing in another part of the top floor offices, watching a TV that was playing through the news as he sipped away at a coffee and puffed away at a smoke. He hadn't slept at all since yesterday, and was ready too either.

A younger man sitting at a desk close by looked over to Peter, a look of annoyance on his face. "Peter, could you put that out? You know you're not supposed to be doing that in any building, never mind a government one."

Smoke billowed out of Peter's mouth as he turned to look at the young man. He stared him right in the eyes, face totally devoid of emotion, or any real sense that he actually cared about what the boy had to say. "Thomas, please don't interrupt me while I'm having my Canadian Breakfast." Another office worker chuckled before Peter turned to him too. "That wasn't a funny joke Kevin. Stop fake laughing."

Kevin coughed slightly as he embarrassedly settled back in and looked away from everyone in the room. Thomas just felt unnerved by how much Peter didn't seem to care. Lame jokes aside, he always just seemed like nothing in this world had any value to him. If Thomas was being honest, it scared him a little.

Peter continued to watch the TV, but did manage to take a quick look across the room to one of the window-sided offices. It had been converted into an interrogation room for the time being, and both Xander and Bashemath sat in there at the moment. Most of the employees hadn't seen them yet, and those who had were disturbed. The room wasn't conventional, but it was also one of the few rooms that the building had that could accommodate at least Xander's size.

From what one of the higher ups said, they probably wouldn't be able to start the interrogation till about 8 or 8:30, so he was stuck to his coffee and cigarette for a bit longer. Apparently there was going to be some announcements on the TV for last night's bombings soon though, and the President and Congress are both expected to make statements about the government shut down that could be happening today.

There was a lot going on. A lot of chaos, and a lot of people trying to take advantage of it.

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A week ago... A hidden bunker in Oregon


Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Three darts came to a stop on an old dartboard. Nowhere near a bullseye, but Alexis didn't care. It was a slow patch and Alexis was losing it to the dullness of not having something to do. She let out a sigh and headed out of her underground fortress...
A wind from the west brought the smells of the ocean into Alexis' nostrils. Before her glowing cyber eyes she looked out over the Oregon coastline. Waves crashing against the coast while amazing to behold didn't cure Alexis's boredom though. But then her cell rang...

"Hey Alexis i got something right up your alley!" came a man's voice over the cell.

"What is it?" Alexis asked in a bored voice.

"Well, well don't sound too happy love..."

"..."

"Ok, ok! Some bigwig named Theresa Wyn runs Wyntech Industries right.. Well i hear she's looking for a bodyguard to protect her rich ass while she stomps on the little man...or whatever the hell CEOs do these days...."

Alexis let out a sigh. "Any job is good at this point... Let her know i'm in..."



In a Plane to New York...Last Night


After a week of interviews and background checks Alexis was finally heading to meet her new boss. The vetting had been a pain but Alexis knew how this game worked.. you could never be too careful with choosing who you hire to protect you.
A lady in a fancy dress sat across from Alexis. "We will be arriving a little after midnight. We have a room set up for you to spend the night. In the Morning you will meet Miss. Wyn." She said.
Alexis nodded and drifted off to sleep.

A little after midnight Alexis was awoken by a shocked gasp. Rubbing her eyes she woke up and focused on what the others where looking at. On the plane's TV was a news report of a terrorist attack in New York City.

"Change of plans Miss Graves... We will be heading to a private airstrip Miss Wyn is heading there as we speak...I'll let her Explain the rest when we see her."

Wyntech Industries Airfield somewhere in New York... Now


The plane set down on the runway and soon Alexis was finding herself being ushered off the plane...Soon she would meet her new boss, but her mind was still drifting on the news of the terror attacks...

The world was going to hell yet again Alexis could feel it.

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"Well, this is cozy," Bashemath said, head propped onto her hands. She scanned the room slowly, a blissful smile on her face. She knew what was to come, questions, but she was calm, without fear, contented even, because she loves a good discussion. She looked over at Xander, who sat quietly still, in absolute equilibrium. "You seem to make them nervous."

"As do you," Xander responded, to the point as usual.

Bashemath frowned for a brief moment. "I know, and it makes me... mmm, sad? I don't like that, how do I offer my services in this situation?" She looked puzzled, laying her cheek down against her helmet, letting out a short sigh. She twirled her black hair slowly. "And these horrid things, these murders. It makes me... mmm, nauseous? I like that least of all. I cannot comprehend the motivation to destroy another."

"Money, infamy, a sense of dominance, a feeling of duty, a feeling of delivering justice, delusions of being holy orders, or simply malicious pleasure," Xander listed.

"You say it all this so casually," she responded, her tone getting more gloomy.

"I do not approve of it either," Xander said. "I just... try not to dwell."

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8am - London, UK


There was the sound of heavy breathing and footsteps backstage. Vincent was pacing, going over his speech out loud, enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to be inaudible to anyone else backstage, or in the crowd. This was going to be a difficult speech, but a necessary one. The world was scared, and something had to be said. Before he got any more lost in thought, a member of the backstage crew waved over at Vincent, signalling him that it was time. Deep breaths. Vincent went over to the side entrance, waited a moment, and walked on stage.

The room was mostly silent, a tone of somberness in respect to the events in New York and Pacifica City. Vincent walked over to the podium, taking a moment to look down at a script, and then back up to the crowd. He was silent as his gaze worked its way across the room, not a sound escaping his mouth. The time began to stretch, a slight sense of anxiety building as people waited intently to hear what he had to say. In a way, the silence was almost discomforting. Vincent looked down again at his script, and then spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to start by telling you how truly sorry I am for the events of last night. What happened in New York and Pacifica City were, make no mistake, an absolute tragedy." Vincent paused, allowing his words to take a second here. "The script I have here is full of kind remarks, important sentiments, sympathies. I want you all to know that I personally stand with New York City and Pacifica City now in their time of need. We mourn the lives lost, and the innocents who may very well suffer from hunger and starvation because of this. All the world weeps with you. But... I am going to be frank, because I think that's what you all want. You don't want just sympathies. You want action."

Vincent pulled the mic away from the podium, and strode to the front of the stage. As he continued to speak, he made his way across each side of the stage, seemingly using every inch of it for every moment he spoke. "These atrocities are unacceptable. For too long now has this deranged terror group, and MANY other like it, been terrifying the people of this world. They have no respect for freedom, for happiness, or for the safety of innocent people. It is no longer enough to simply mourn. It is no longer acceptable to simply shed tears. I want to make this clear: From this point forward, Nobis, and I personally, have a new policy on these crimes." Another pause, another moment for the message to sink in.

"Zero tolerance." He stopped at center stage, continuing to deliver the speech from there. "I cannot be open with you about the details, but Nobis, and the governments we have been elected to, are pooling together resources to both bring the evils of the world into the light, and... To destroy them." Vincent paused, his seeming stern. "Before... Before, many people have only acted when they deemed it necessary. They acted when thousands were already murdered. They acted to late. Not any more. I want Commedia dell'Arte, and all other tyrants and terror groups to know this: Nobis, WE the people, will act immediately. We will act decisively. We will act effectively. And we will no longer be scared. It's your turn to be scared."

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The Same Time - Washington D.C.


The doors of the House of Representatives had opened, and the roar of a few hundred angry, bickering politicians met the ears of Victor like the sound of a terrible reality TV show would, as both would disgust him rather equally. He made his way around the crowds of politicians until he finally found his seat, and took it. Victor looked over to the Speak of the House, who desperately was trying to get some semblance of order underway. When they both locked eyes, Victor had a slight smile to his face, a confident grin, very self-assured. The speaker gave him a slight nod.


"Can we please get everyone to sit down! A little order, please!" The Speaker shouted out, getting noticeably exasperated.

Victor waited a few moments as people continued to fight, and when the Speaker finally looked back at him, Victor stood and began to make his way to the front of the room, getting behind a podium, and waiting for things to settle down. The doors to the room opened once again, and the Sergeant at Arms made his way into the room, along with a few other guards. Some strong words were exchanged briefly, but the other politicians began to finally take their seats and settle down.

Victor's smile remained as silence fell over the room. Once they were under control completely, he began to speak. "Fellow Congressmen and Congresswomen, we're all painfully aware of the atrocity that occurred last night. I think I speak for all of us when I say that our hearts break, both for New Yorkers and the people of Pacifica City. It was a tragedy." Victor paused as he looked around at the other politicians there. "But you know... I wonder what kinds of questions our fellow Americans have for us right now. I kind of suspect that some of them might be asking... How could we let this happen?"


There was silence in the room for a moment, but a low murmur had begun to start, people wondering what was going on. The Speaker himself was a little puzzled, and shifted slightly, a little uncomfortable.

Victor chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry, maybe I'm not being clear enough. How did we, the government of the United States of America, allow ANOTHER terrorist attack to take place on our soil?" He began to look around the room, the smile now something of a sarcastic, exasperated grin. "How many times have these people done things like this? How crimes have taken place in this country in just this year? How many are dead? How many are jobless? How many have turned to crime because they're too poor?"

The room continued to mutter away, a little louder now, as the discomfort began to grow.

"Does anyone in here have an answer for the people of this country? Because I sure don't. I don't know why we continue to behave like children, why we get nothing done."

The Speaker slammed down a gavel. "Alright Victor, I think you need to settle down. This isn't a time for politics, this is-"

"Excuse me Mr. Speaker, this is EXACTLY the time to talk about politics. I PAID you for my ten minutes to speak, and unless you want your fellow countrymen knowing how much I had to pay you for that right, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and let me speak."

The Speaker's mouth dropped, his eyes wide. He wanted to say something, but realized he really had nothing he should say at this point. The eyes of the country were on him, the cameras were on and sending every moment in here all across America. He did as he was told for the moment.

Victor looked back to his 'fellow' politicians, then to the cameras. "My fellow Americans, this is what it takes to try to fix this country." Victor paused a moment, shaking his head. "I have stood by this government, and our president, time and time again. I have told them ALL when they were doing things wrong. I have made DOZENS of bills and budget suggestions to get this country moving. Many of them were implemented, and the ones we did implement WORKED."

He pointed his hand out across the room. "Ask any of these people, or even look it up online. You'll see my name there, the first name on many of those documents. I have personally been working to save this country from destruction, I have even had to save it from our own president! A man I have stood by, who I have given advice to, who I have been a trusted confidant to, who I have tried to help!"

There was a pause, a moment of silence as he shook his head. "But I must tell you America, I can't keep doing this. I keep fighting against a river of people who do not know how to run our beautiful country, and who do not care to do it. So that is why I have to sadly declare that... I am hereby leaving the Republican Party, and officially declaring the creation of the Patriot Party of America."


There was a roar of anger from the politicians around him, people yelling, bickering, accusing him of all sorts of things. The Speaker was dumbfounded, reeling from what he just heard. Victor... He'd been a loyal member of the party for years... They'd all worked together... Some had been friends... This was... Insane.

Victor grabbed the microphone to make sure he could still be heard. "People of America, I did not want to do this, but this has gone on long enough. Our parties have betrayed us for ideologies, and have forgotten what America is about." He smirked for a second before continuing. "And yes, I am very serious about all this. I've already filed and had the party officially registered with the FEC before I came here today, and I'm putting in MY own money for the financing."

There was another pause, making sure everything got through clearly. "People of America... We must work together now. We MUST end crime. We MUST end poverty. We MUST end terrorism. We can and will do it. This is America, and we WILL prevail!"

There was more noise, arguing, yelling, but also some cheering and clapping. Victor smiled. "The President should be declaring a government shutdown soon, so before that does happen, I would like all registered members of the Patriot Party to please follow me in a walk out. This government has failed, and we have a lot of work to do to fix that."

As Victor left the podium and walked to the doors of the room, somewhere between a hundred and two hundred Congressmen and Congresswomen stood up and began to follow Victor. Almost a quarter of the elected government had left their parties (both Republican and Democrat) to join the Patriot Party. This was the first time anything like this had happened in US history, and it was just the beginning.

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Washington D.C. - FBI Headquarters


Peter's mouth hung a little looser now that he had seen what was unfolding on TV. Strong words from the head of Nobis himself, and the beginnings of a breakdown in the Republican and Democrat parties to boot. The President was already making his speech about the government shutdown, had some very angry, pointed words about the 'betrayal' by Victor Bentley, but the President himself seemed quite a bit shaken by the whole ordeal. Peter wasn't usually surprised, but this certainly had done the job. A slight grin grew on his face, as Peter found it hard not to be a little impressed by the gusto of everything that was occurring.


A couple coworkers were whispering about what had happened already, others were getting more vocal. 'Office chatter' you might say, with some people already getting their 'about time', 'this is how the end starts', and 'what a complete traitor' remarks out in the air. Thomas remained quiet himself, mostly just observing everyone and playing the 'active listener' rather than the 'active talker'. He wasn't about to lose his job over actual politics becoming office politics.

Peter just smirked, not bothering to say anything to anyone himself. He put his cigarette out in the cold remains of his coffee, and made his way over to their interesting guests. It was time to get some work done.

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Once Peter was in the interrogation room, he closed and locked the door, and spun a chair around on the side of the table opposite Xander and Bashemath, sitting down and facing them directly. "You know, I find you two incredibly interesting." Peter said with a slight smirk. "Both of you could have done all kinds of damage already. Maybe not kill every one of us, I mean we might even take you down, but I feel like in certain circumstances that wouldn't matter to you. All that, and you've chosen not to be a threat."

The man chuckled as he poured a glass of water for himself from a jug that was sitting on the table. "Feel free to have some if either of you need... Or can I guess." He took a sip, set the cup back down, and stared at them a moment again. "You see, why I find you so interesting is that I actually know you're not going to cause me any trouble. Let me be clear; I don't just feel this, or suspect this, I KNOW you won't, and not because you're afraid." Peter scratched at his chin slightly, giving it a rub as he took a moment to contemplate. "You two are actually choosing not to cause trouble by your own choice. I know that for a fact. So tell me... Why are you choosing to do this?" Now Peter's tone was serious. As serious as his question was.

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"Capability and motivation are two different things, detective," Bashemath began to answer, rather quick to the draw, yet maintaining her jovial smile. It had become something natural, to smile in the presence of people, to most this gesture would be received as comforting, if not forced, that is, or to guise malicious intent. She had no reason to lie, nor the capacity for cruelty. "To me, there is no 'acceptable loss.' The risk of exposure outweighed the well being of the overall entirety. I didn't get caught because I made a mistake, I made a choice to become involved, and now I'm here for it, because it represented the least overall damage and better overall outcome. Additionally, your partner was in a compromised state, I couldn't very well compound his condition with a struggle." She spoke rather rather passionately and sincerely, no break in her voice or twitch of the eye.

"I was told not to," Xander spoke rather factually. As always, his voice was virtually emotionless and resonant, contrasting starkly against Bashemath's pleasantries and soft voice. "She chose to attempt rescue, despite risk, risk I made aware to her, and she chose to not struggle against capture, again, my choice would have been incapacitation or retreat. I can question it, but I cannot oppose," he continued, but his tone shifted slightly as he finished. "I am faulty, and thus my logic requires that balance."

"That isn't to say I'm innocent, either, of course, to be fair! But, I will not kill or maim to achieve my goals, I do adore my benefactors... it barely makes sense to harm the things you love!" she continued, impassioned in her speech, her voice raise some, but still quite civil in tone. She then leans back in her chair. "That being said, even I don't know my employer, so it isn't like I'm a security risk anyways. Even if I'm prone to tell the truth, I can't tell one that I don't know. My risk here is... minimal. They are... very clever," she said in a quieter tone, her smile breaking some. "But, I digress, I'm just... very contrary to the idea of causing pain or discomfort."

"A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt, a quote by Jean Racine our... progenitor used while she was in conception."

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Peter leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk on his face. "Racine eh? I haven't seen or read much of his works, but what I do know of him is the regard of him being quite the wordsmith. In French at least." The detective took another sip of water. "Duty and Empathy. What an intriguing pair. You know Bash, Xan, I believe what you say." He swirled his cup around, watching the water roll gently around in an imperfect circle. "An employer you don't know... Your 'duties' and 'programming', even your compassion. What I suppose I find most interesting is what the two of you are, and what your employers are."

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Outside the interrogation room, the other employees periodically dared to peek through the window to see what was going on.

"Freaky..." One of them said. "Really freaky."

"Yeah, what even are those things? Haven't seen any gene-freaks or magic weirdos that look like that."

"I know... Just ain't right. Stuff like that... Wasn't meant for this world."

Thomas heard everything being said, either passively or intently, but didn't contribute anything himself. He merely continued to clatter away at his keyboard, head down and unnoticed by the world.

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The sly, knowing smile didn't fade from Peter's face. "I'm going to continue to accept that you're both being totally honest with me right now. So tell me then; what are the both of you employed to do."

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The two grew deathly quiet for a moment after Peter asked his question. Bashemath couldn't lie, this was a fact, and Xander would have to follow along with Bashemath in whatever she said next. The perky smile on the former would fade a bit, knowing this was the matter she was not innocent of. It wasn't quite legal in a number of countries.

"Well, I suppose that is the crux of the matter, isn't it?" she said, stalling her response a bit, trying to decide on just how to answer that question in the best way possible. She glanced over at Xander, in hopes he would chime in, but he was still as a statue, and equally as silent. "Well," she uttered, as she looked back at Peter. "We've been taking in the gifted, through diplomacy if allowed, if not... well, with as little injury as possible, by us or to themselves. I don't know where they go afterwards, but I've been told several times that they are better off. Our targets tend to be those that have very little in life, little to go to, or nothing at all. I would... sincerely hope, that they receive accommodations for their induction into whatever it may be."