Description

Nicknames:
James, known as Moriarty to those in the criminal underworld.
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Personality:
James Moriarty isn't what you'd call 'good' by any means. He's manipulative, bored, genius, and pretty much a terrible person. He holds a nearly eidetic coupled with a high intellect. James enjoys toying with people and causing events to unfold. He has planned many robberies, assassinations, and terrorist plans. You could, if you were to label him, call him a consultant criminal. James doesn't do the criminal business for the money, he simply does it to rid himself of boredom. He is a sociopath who kills out of boredom. He does not fear death nor torture. In fact, he'd probably die smiling.
James is not however, your everyday ignorant human. He does have knowledge of the supernatural due to studying it quite a bit. For this very reason, he wears charms of all kinds: iron crosses, wolfsbane, ect ect. He not only has protection against most weak supernatural creatures, but he is capable of trapping demons in Enochian traps or traps resembling those of Solomon's. "Why?" you may ask. It's simple really, he can see creatures most cannot. He even has a small fairy trapped in his home to prove to those he has alliances with that he is not simply insane.
James however, does not show who he is openly or how he acts. He makes his body language mimic that of someone who has no secrets and is simply benevolent. He works as a scientist and is known to the public as an inventor. James has majored in Psychology and quite a few scientific subjects, meaning that he is very much capable of pulling of the facade of a simple, calm, and kind scientist. If you were to the scientists he works with how he is, you'd most likely get the response of "James is a nice guy."
Dreams:
James has no particular ambition other than to cure himself of boredom. Perhaps this is the reason for his sociopath-like personality, who knows?
Likes and Dislikes:
+ Chess
+ Geniuses
+ Psychopaths
+ Literature
+ Sinful people
+ Fun
+ Classical Music

- Idiots
- Boredom
- Hot-headed fools
- The labels 'good' and 'evil'

Bio:
James Moriarty was born to a rich family that has a deep connection to the little town of Reaper. His father and mother weren't particularly bad nor good at doing their jobs as parents. The two were nice enough and did not ever lay a finger on James. This was the worst childhood James could have asked for. There was no fun in it, there was no drama, and they didn't even have a dog. It was all peaceful and quiet. His family didn't have financial troubles and he was an only child, meaning that he couldn't even argue with siblings. His parents, in their whole marriage, only argued once and that was over a trivial matter. James probably would not have survived his childhood had he not had any books to read.
The books he did read however, were quite advanced for a child of his age to have been reading. He read Machiavelli, Shakespear, Sir Conan Doyle, and lovecraft in his free time. When he was with his tutor however, he read books regarding psychology, science, medicine, mathematics, and history. He only really put an effort into Psychology and Science, with the occasional bit of medicine. He read book upon book concerning these three subjects and ended up psycho-analyzing his family. As it turned out, his parents weren't as happy as they seemed. The two were having affairs with different people as shown through the state of their clothing, their subtle expressions, and their reactions to specific words he mentioned. James ended up using this to destroy them both. He revealed their secrets to the world and ended up innocently asking his parents why they seemed so nervous. James had broken them and subsequently forced them both to accidentally kill themselves. They both had not intended to die, they had simply intended to change their appearances and run, but it seems that they were simply to anxious to be cautious. They supposedly both died in separate car crashes, a strange hole found in both of their gas tanks. Foul play was put into consideration, but no culprit was found. The two were both proclaimed dead and the young son was left on his own, having been told that his parents had recently died. James played the part of a heartbroken child and easily escaped all suspicion. After all, who would suspect a mere child?
Eventually, James grew up and ended up moving through the ranks of a crime syndicate. He had started small by committing pretty crimes and getting the attention of gangs. He then destroyed those gangs and started his own Mafia. Although his was much more organized than a few ruffians occasionally hiding out in a shared safehouse. His mafia's safehouse was a club reserved specifically for his Mafia members. The safe-house contained weapons, money, and jobs for members to carry out. Eventually, people heard of him and began asking around for Moriarty. They found the consultant criminal and he once again, climbed up the ranks in the criminal world. His syndicate, however, ended up failing and crashing down around him. The Mafia he had created decided to govern itself with a new leader and he was sent out of it. It didn't particularly bother him however. He simply decided to work on his own. As for his public life, he sped through schooling and quickly became recognized as a respected individual in the scientific community. James joined a research team which operated in Reaper and ended up acting on his supernatural knowledge, and a few coincidences he had seen. For example, the fact that supernatural activity seemed to have been low in the area and that the town was named "Reaper."

Why are you here in Reaper?:
To investigate, after all, myths are based on truths. At least a part of the myth must be true.
Do you believe in Reaper's myth?:
Yes, it seems very unlikely that there would be a sort of ward around the town without a reason for there being one. It's either that or James is simply insane.
Do you believe in otherworld entities?:
Yes, James has, after all, seen a few of them throughout his life. It would be idiotic of him to dismiss them as his imagination, for constructs of the mind cannot move objects.
What position are you?:
Scientist

So begins...

Jameson Moriarty's Story

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#2013-10-20 01:44:51, as written by libidinosus

Jameson Moriarty had been awake since about 5:00am. His morning routine wasn't that special. He woke up each morning, brushed his teeth, took showers, the things that most normal and sane people did. He did however, do a few things that most didn't. For example, he had fed his pet snakes live mice. He had walked into the place where he kept his snakes and handed them live mice. He did not fear them and simply kept them around to keep away creatures which did fear them. He could have cared less if they died. He'd just buy more.

James had however, left his house a while ago. It was approximately 7:09am, not that he would know. His watch was broken, meaning that he never really arrived where he should have on time. He'd need to buy a new one sooner or later, but he was busy and couldn't do so at the moment. James had finally been able to narrow down the start of the myth in Reaper or the approximate start. He couldn't narrow down who began spreading the myths, for people said that they couldn't quite remember who had told them. This only peaked his interest, for memory loss was a common side-effect of dealing with supernatural entities. Not that he would ever experience it, he did after all, have a nearly Eidetic memory. If he did however, experience it, he would notice it and investigate it.

James was in the common laboratory the scientists worked at. He had been conducting experiments with the fairy he had caught in a secluded part of the building. The fairy itself was encased in a glass cylinder that had holes poked in it. The fairy had iron weights connected to its feet, and could not fly due to them. It appeared as though iron had the best effect on fairies, with the fairy being able to escape from most other minerals easily. James had spent most of the day testing out most of the common mythology on fairies and writing down the truth on them in his journal. He planned on doing many more experiments on different test subjects, but he'd have to be limited to a fairy at the moment. Although he did guess that he would end finding more supernatural creatures in a little bit of time. The fairy after all, appeared to have been quite lively the past days.

James had a brilliant idea. He opened the lid of the container and pulled the fairy out, being sure to not harm it. He'd need to be alive for his next experiment. He, after laying the fairy down on a small specimen table, sedated it with anesthesia and removed the weights. He then quickly bound the fairy into iron restraints on the table. This was going to be particularly hard seeing as he had little knowledge concerning fairy biology. Or rather, he had little concrete knowledge concerning fairy biology. Tons of mythology mentioned their biology, but he couldn't be particularly sure.

He sighed and pulled out a syringe filled with microscopic trackers, then inserted the trackers into the fairy's blood stream. After injecting the fairy, he cut a small hole into the forehead of the fairy. Luckily, the fairy didn't bleed nor wake up. He quickly inserted a slightly larger tracking chip into the fairy's forehead. It wouldn't be noticeable. After inserting it, he removed the fairy from the table and put it back into the container, without the weights on its legs.

He noticed, after checking on the fairy, that the fairy had healed itself quite rapidly and he subsequently smiled. It had healed around the chip and guaranteed that his chip wouldn't be noticed. Heck, the fairy didn't even have a scar in the place where he had input the chip. He put the container in his jacket pocket, hoping that no one would ask him where he was going.

James exited the secluded area of the laboratory he was in and went into a hallway. The building was not too big and not too small. It was the right size for the amount of scientists that were stationed there. The size gave him solitude and he was thankful for that. After maneuvering through the building, he managed to reach the exit. He greeted the guard stationed at the entrance with a friendly smile and walked through the city, with his white jacket still on. It would have been strange to see a scientist with his jacket out in the open, but James didn't particularly care. He had a pistol with him and could fight anyone who would dare attack him.

James ended up in a field located inside of his property. After getting near the center, he put the container on the ground, drew a circle of protection around himself, and shot the container. The fairy escaped as soon as it heard the glass shatter, with minor bruises. He could now track it to wherever it decided to go and quite possibly find what had made the fairy act strangely.

James began walking back towards his workplace. He would have to monitor the fairy through the equipment he had setup at his laboratory. He didn't plan to use the backup equipment he had at his home unless he needed to. He was having fun.

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#2013-10-20 18:24:28, as written by Gintoki Sakata

"Mr. Lehtnur? Mr. Lehtnur?" Ulrich awoke to one of the assistants calling out his name. He let out a low yawn, after having his morning nap disturbed. "Its seems you fell asleep overnight again, sir."
"Wrong..." Was Ulrich's simple reply. "Wrong sir?" The assistant asked, nervously. "I didn't fall asleep overnight. I merely took an exaggerated nap, that happened to be here." He answered him. The assistant looked at him dumbfounded, not really sure what to say in response.

A few seconds later, another assistant called for his attention, which he gratefully used to escape the strange situation. 'Damn newbies. They'll learn sooner or later.' Ulrich thought, as he pulled what seemed to be a small top out of his lab coat pocket. He placed the tip of the top on the metallic table in front of him, and gave it a gentle spin. The top twirled at a speed that wasn't nearly as fast as what it appeared to be spinning, but altogether grasped Ulrich's full attention. He seemed to be in an almost hypnotic trance, as he watched the simple toy rotate. Soon, the top began to lose energy, and eventually stumbled onto one side, and rolled down and off the table into Ulrich's hand. "How therapeutic..." He said to himself, aloud.

He then turned his attention to what appeared to be Jameson, moving through the halls and just passing the lab room that Ulrich was in. As he observed, Ulrich couldn't help but wonder what kind of mind game Jameson would have in store for him today. All of a sudden deciding to not care, he turned back to what was in front of him. A small hand full of candy of variety, an open book that when closed can read "The Reaper Tells Lies", and a mess of random notes, carelessly tossed about the table and disorganized. Some even occupied the floor space around him. He eyed the notes on the floor, but made not the slightest gesture that he intended to pick them up.

He then turned his attention back to the book. It was a baseless, autobiography that's author was a former resident of Reaper. He now resides in a mental institute in a far off town at the age of 87. Throughout the book, the author states several times, that he had seen the Grim Reaper. In both his dreams, and in real life. He took himself to be a psychic of some sort, although this in itself was also baseless. There were several theories however, that Ulrich took notice of, while observing the pages of the book. One was, that the Grim Reaper chooses residents of Reaper to become his disciples, and do his dirty work for him, by killing people. Ulrich did take note of the many recent murders in Reaper lately, but he soon refused to consider it as evidence.

Ulrich reached for his cup of what one would assume to be coffee. Ulrich peered inside to find that there was no 'chocolate milk' to be found. He blinked twice, never once changing his expression. "Aria!" He instinctively called out in a whiny tone. He waited for a few seconds, but was met with silence. He had planned to ask her to get him some more chocolate milk, then stating that he never asked for chocolate milk, but instead for hot cocoa with marshmallows. Some of the others speculate on just why exactly he asks a field researcher to do this for him, instead of an assistant. The more senior members of the lab already know the answer to that. "Geez... What could that girl be doing at this time..." Ulrich said, looking at his wrist, even though there wasn't a watch in site. "9:48. Don't tell me shes out doing research right now..." He said to himself, slightly irritated that he'd have to wait for his chocolate milk even longer. One of the assistants came forward, most likely offering to get him the beverage that he craved so much. "Go find Aria!" He exclaimed, in his usual monotone, while throwing the cup at the assistant.

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#2013-10-23 02:17:23, as written by libidinosus

Julius had slightly expected that Arabelle would blow him off and call him insane, but that didn't happen. Instead, she answered his questions to what appeared to be her best effort. Julius would have gone into shock or become mad if he wasn't as solipistic as he was. Nothing is true; everything is permitted, this was the way he was saw the world, but enough about that.

Julius furrowed his brows when he heard that others could track him and was about to say something, but stopped to listen. He wouldn't interrupt, he might miss something if he did. He only smiled when he was told of his 'supposed' lineage. It seemed so funny, how all the pieces of his life fitted into that story. Julius would get to meet his father and decided whether or not to be angered towards him.

It took him a few seconds to register what she had said, and what she had forgotten to say. She had forgotten to tell him where her damned appartment was at, but he could handle figuring it out. He pulled out a phone and went into the school's website as an administrator. He found the addressess of the three most influential people in the school he went to and decided to pass by each of them.

Finding the correct house took a bit of time, but he finally managed to find the house of who he now knew to be Arabelle. It felt different from the other houses and instinct had told him to go inside. He sat down at a random location and expanded his phone. After doing this, he began typing into a journal. He'd need to keep track of events, and so he would.

James had been met with broken machinery when he went to see the equipment he would monitor the fairy through. He had the ability to, through connection with optic nerves, see what the fairy saw. He could as well hear what the fairy heard, but that was unimportant. The data was being transmitted on a specific frequency and could not be deciphered without the proper equipment. He could not however, go back to his mansion to use the equipment there, for he had already wasted enough time.

He decided to instead see if any of his associates had similar enough equipment which he could configure to decipher his signals. He doubted his luck would be that well, but it was worth a try.

He walked through the hall and passed assistants with a smile on his face, a fake on at that. His body language radiated serenity and benevolence, but anyone who could look into his mind would know otherwise. James eventually reached the place he was looking for and the person he was looking for, Ulrich Lehtnur. He would have asked his other associate, but he felt that he had little time. He waited a few seconds before entering the room and calmly approached Ulrich, smiling as he did so. "I apologize to bother you, but would you by chance have a device capable of receiving signals of specific wavelengths?" He waved quickly at Aria then returned his attention to Ulrich, "I may or may not have a tracking device put onto a... creature of sorts, if that interests you." He kept his description of the fairy ambiguous. He didn't want people to think he was insane, mostly out of unconventionality. He didn't want to bother dealing with assistants who feared him, that would have been too troublesome.

That's when he noticed the book Aria had. He hadn't expected it to be there and had an expression of shock on his face for a second. He quickly traced an Enochian sigil he had sketched on his hand, making his palm glow slightly. Anyone looking at his palm would see that he had the warding on it, but most would probably dismiss it as a luminescent drawing. If she knew about the sigil however, she would be able to notice it. He quickly regained his composure and stopped tracing the sigil on his palm. She was probably just scientifically interested in the myths of Reaper. "May I ask if you're having any progress with your endeavors, madam?" He didn't dare ask directly whether or not she truly knew of the supernatural or if she had barely scratched the surface.

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#2013-10-24 01:30:50, as written by Gintoki Sakata

Sevan waited for Rinne, after he had caste the flame. He wondered how accepting she would be, when he told her of her fate, and about her father. Sevan could only hope for the best. Deep in his thoughts, Sevan didn't notice Rinne come outside and call out for someone.

He turned his head in her direction as soon as she spotted him, and fell over, having been surprised. 'Death's child!' He screamed in his head. 'Hey. She ain't bad looking either.' Raul added in with a snicker. 'Don't even think about it, you buffoon.' Sevan sneered back at him.

Sevan soon recovered, and stood up, regaining his composure. He cleared his throat before answering Rinne's question. "Greetings, dear child of Death. My name is Sevan, and I have come to escort you to my lord. Your father." Sevan explained, with a bow. Sevan ended his bow, and looked at Rinne with a charming smile. "I know this must be a little hard to take in at first, but I hope you'll soon learn to accept things how they are." Sevan followed up, now giving her a sentimental expression.

"Unfortunately, you aren't safe here. There are... forces that will come after you, and if you stay here, then they might come after your family as well." Sevan told her. "I can understand how this has come out of almost nowhere, but it is indeed the truth. You also have seven siblings who are currently receiving the same news that I am presenting you. However, unlike them, you seem to have yet gone through the three stages of your awakening. The awakening of your otherworldly blood, and powers. But this also gives me a chance to warn you. You will very soon start to experience unbearable heartaches. But please know that this is the first step of your awakening." Sevan explained, trying to sound as believable as possible.

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Ulrich smirked, knowing he could also get Aria to get him milk, just by the fact that hes her boss. While simultaneously working on his research, he gave halfhearted responses and grunts to Aria, while actually maintaining the information she gave him. When Aria asked him what he was doing, Ulrich scoffed. "More like the assistants have been freaking me out. They keep pestering me, to get me milk, and wake me up from my naps. Whats more, they keep using this creepy, friendly voice when they do it. Do they think I'm their buddy or something? I just might be..." He complained, knowing that they were most likely just kissing up to him, or dutifully doing their job. Meanwhile, one of the assistants who had woken him up earlier, grimaced at Ulrich. "Ars Goetia? An interesting read. The entirety of the contents were dreadfully boring, though. Got it." Ulrich agreed, instantly forgetting the name of the book right after. He never intended to remind her in the first place.

"I apologize to bother you, but would you by chance have a device capable of receiving signals of specific wavelengths? I may or may not have a tracking device put onto a... creature of sorts, if that interests you." Ulrich's ears almost visually perked at these words. He turned his head, to find Jameson was now in sight. Jameson was one of the few people(or toys as he referred to them as), who actually interested Ulrich, other than Aria. One of the main reasons, is that Jameson was the only man who was able to truly challenge and even best Ulrich's contradictory personality. If Ulrich saw Jameson as anything, it would either be as his favorite toy, or a broken toy that refused to do as he bidded, and needed to be disposed of. There were things that Ulrich didn't like about him however. How his every action and word was practically a lie. A facade to improve his image in the eyes of his peers, and others in general. While not every word Ulrich said was the truth, he was never prone to hiding his true nature from anyone. Why would he need to hide himself from toys, afterall?

Turning back around, he responded. "Yeah. I'm sure Aria has one of those in her dresser, next to her bed. It seems prone to attracting cats for the most part. Although I'm not particularly interested in it." Ulrich answered him, displaying his subconscious habit of sexually harassing women with his words. At least he tells them its subconscious. As Jameson began asking Aria about her progress, Ulrich scoffed again. She's just been playing in the dirt all day, Jameson. Come here, if you want to see some "good" progress regarding the mysteries of Reaper. Although, most of it is complete bullshit." He told James, while waving his hand forward, to signal that he should come over and look. Ulrich had completely forgotten about the papers that still lied on the floor, slowly gathering dust.

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#2013-10-24 02:31:30, as written by Rarikou

'I should have just given him the poisoned milk' Aria thought to herself, but keeping her annoyance masked. Showing any hint of annoyance usually made that idiot target her even further. “The only think I keep next to my be is a silenced 9 mm Colt. Useful for repelling burglars... or sexual harassers.” She said, making the underlying message quite clear.

She shrugged as Jameson had approached her. “Although, I DO have a signal emitter. Made one special just in case.” She said. She kicked off the floor, her swivel chair sliding to the other side of the room, where she pulled out a small device, handing it to him. “Just input the necessary signal, and you're good.”

“As for my work... I can't complain so far. I'm looking at sol samples right now, trying to figure out why Death would settle here. If there is magic of any sorts around the city, then there is a great chance that the composition will be different. From there, I can cross reference any discrepancies in the soil with known magics. For example, If Death chose this place because It's close to a ley line, the soil will be enriched with additional minerals. If he chose it for it's ease of access, or to travel, then the soil will be thinner, and contain less to could possibly stand in his way. Not the best way of detecting magic, but it will have to do for now. If I can get my hands on a Lesser Key of Solomon or a grand Grimoire, I can try summoning something. Maybe in this city, it'll work...”

She smiled to herself, She always talked a lot about subjects that interested her. “Actually, you might be able to help me out, unless that Enochian you were writing on your palm is some strange coincidence. Is there any knowledge you might be able to contribute to this?” She asked,

As she did, an assistant came over with a bunch of bags, and Aria lit u. “Perfect, my soil samples.” She said, grabbing the bags. She kicked her desk, propelling herself over to a microscope, and began examining the contents.

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#2013-10-24 03:33:55, as written by libidinosus

James found Ulrich to be an interesting person to say the least. James believed that the two had a bit in common, but they were noticeably different. For one, James hid behind a facade of lies and did not have a particular goal in mind. Ulrich however, seemed to be set on contradicting people and appeared to be quite blunt with his goals. Jameson would not kill Ulrich unless it was necessary. He'd toy with Ulrich, find out what made Ulrich tick, and hold it over Ulrich's head. James wouldn't be bored as long as Ulrich was around.

As for what Ulrich had said concerning James's question, James found the answer amusing. Mostly due to the fact that Ulrich seemed to know what Aria had in her dresser. James did not however, want to ask how Ulrich happened to know this. James felt slightly annoyed when Ulrich scoffed at James's question towards Aria, but he did find the answer Ulrich gave to be informative. He'd be able to cross-reference Aria's answer and Ulrich's to figure out what she had been doing.

James smiled genuinely when Aria pulled out the device he needed and carried it carefully in his hands. He would be able to transfer the signals the device received into video and auditory format. He would be able to figure out what his little fairy friend was doing. He carefully laid the device on an, miraculously, empty table where it wouldn't be damaged. He could technically afford to pay for it, but he couldn't afford to waste time.

"..." James was going to say something regarding the 'supposed' ley-lines Aria had been speaking of, but held his tongue. He hadn't studied ley-lines and knew little of them, meaning that any input he had regarding them would be useless. Perhaps she was onto something, perhaps she wasn't. Either way, it would benefit him. He flinched when she mentioned grimoire. Those were hard to come across, something which he personally knew. He had, in his earlier years, stupidly chased magical items with no protection and ended up losing a lot of members in the Mafia he was previously leading. His endeavors had however, allowed him to memorize most books concerning magic and the supernatural.

"Ah," He had decided to resign pretending to be oblivious to the supernatural, "you noticed that." He hadn't given her enough credit. "You're going to have to be more specific on what knowledge you need." He did, after all, remember nearly everything he saw, heard, tasted, saw, and felt. James traced the Enochian on his palm once more and held it up, so she could see the glowing of it. The Enochian he had traced wasn't that complex, it was a simple protection spell which could defend against weak magic. He did not have enough time to create a stronger ward.

He noticed that she had gone to observing the samples that had just arrived and decided to go to Ulrich. James came to where Ulrich was at and cleared a seat then brought it up. He expected to be there for a while, so he might as well have gotten comfortable. "Now, what were you going to show me?"

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#2013-10-25 02:49:32, as written by Rarikou

Remiel sighed. He had hoped he would have just said 'okay' and gone with him. He hated trying to convince people he wasn't insane.” I've heard it all before kid, but do you honestly think a police officer would stay active on the force if there was even a small suspicion of insanity?” He walked over to the fridge, pulling out yet another soda, opening the lid. “ Let me guess: you had a heart attack before walking through the door? You reacted to my supernatural presence, and It's a sign of transformation.”

He walked over and sat down on the couch, sipping the drink. “Listen kid, whoever you think is your blood family, isn't true. Name's Remiel. I'm one of your father's messengers.” He said. He stretched his arms out. “Don't tell me you haven't heard the story of how the Boss Man founded this place? That one's completely true. He exists, and is more capable of having children... in other words, you.”

He checked his watch, and grimaced. “ The longer we stay here, the more one of the others stands of getting murdered... I'd rather not do this the ugly way but... oh I know! Carrot in the front, plank behind.” He said, pulling out a checkbook. “Tell you what- come with me, give me a chance, I'll write you a check for however much your debt is. Don't come, I make up a crime and arrest you, and we go prove my words anyway.” He said, glad he thought of this idea. He unholstered his gun, spinning it around his finger. “What's it gunna be? I can be your best friend, or your biggest nightmare.”

A voice came in on the radio. “Hey, sheriff. That name you wanted us to look out for just came over the airwaves- she's in the hospital.”

“What?” Remiel asked, cursing a long string of words. “Damn it, I have no time for this! That's one your siblings, now hurry and make up your damn mind!” He said, playfulness no loner present in his voice.

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“Oh, anything's fine.” She said to Jameson. “I would do well just to have another person versed in the occult giving me a hand now and then.”

As she examined the dirt, she blinked. “Hmmm... some of the minerals seem harder than most... but that isn't much to go on, “ She said, then turned to the assistant. “Get this to an analyzer, get them to tell me the exact chemical makeup on this soil.” The newbie nodded, walking out the door.

She stretched as she got up, going to join Jameson standing next to the idiot. “You mean you actually came up with something of worth?

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#2013-11-05 02:07:21, as written by libidinosus

'Damn It', this was the thought that flashed through Jameson's head when he noticed that he had forgotten to meticulously word what he had said. He did however, feel slightly relieved when Ulrich tossed him the book, albeit a bit worried when Ulrich said he'd read James a bed-time story. Was he actually expected to tuck himself in? Probably not, but who knew?

James decided to go with the flow and not contradict what Ulrich had said. It was in his best interest to unless he wanted to spend a day going through a conversation with Ulrich. "I thought I raised you better than that," He said this directed towards Aria, careful to not make eye contact with Ulrich while saying it. James hoped Ulrich wouldn't bother to contradict him, and that Aria wouldn't be angered. Emotions tended to be troublesome, especially anger.

"I'll leave you two alone so you can get to business, I have some reading to do." James got out of the room as quickly as he could and went into his personal work area, carrying the machine he had borrowed from Aria with him. He'd read the book later, he had important business to take care of.

James set up the machine as quickly as he could and began sending a feed to a backup server, in case any of the footage he recorded was lost. He wouldn't be surprised if some machinery happened to malfunction. He didn't really need to record it for his own sake, but rather for the sake of others he might intend to get help from. The device managed to convert the signals it was receiving into sound and video on the large television he had setup. On one side of the television was the fairy's vitals and on the other was what the fairy was seeing. It wasn't anything particularly interesting, just a fairy flying through a forest. He decided to read the book and wait for anything important to happen.

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