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Neminem

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Nemo

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This character is whoever the hell I want it to be.

So begins...

Neminem's Story

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"Oh my god, IT'S TACO!" a particularly well-dressed woman screamed practically at the top of her lungs, "it's Taco! It's him! OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD!" The girl raced towards Team Ripper, her high heels clattering loudly against the marble floors.

"Ohmigod... I don't even..." she was positively fangirling. Waving in various direction. Hyperventilation. Practically crying. "...you are... you are my FAVORITE hero... EVER!" She fawned like a schoolgirl. "Matthew Nicks! I can't believe you're here, I just... I have posters of you ALL OVER MY ROOM! And I save EVERY newsclipping you appear in!"

She was also pointedly ignoring Stryfe and Chemo.

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"A pirate?" Clara raised an incredulous brow, "really? Well..." She laughed. "...I'm not quite sure what a PIRATE would be doing here. Really, shouldn't you be off plundering ships off the coast of Aslund?" She didn't seem to be taking this man seriously, perhaps thinking this 'pirate' thing was just a facade to appear more appealing.

"An airship, you say?" she smiled, "what, do you travel the skies, looking for adventure? Seeking out buried treasure? Wisking away young wenches into your bed with an easy word and a smile?"

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"Mhm," Clara nodded, perhaps a bit more serious. It wasn't completely unbelievable that this man was a pirate, was it? After all, wasn't she in a facility that harbored werewolves, vampires and other paranormal monstrosities? Terra was a strange place. The odd was the norm.

"Well. If you really ARE a pirate, then what does that make me?" she asked curiously, "one of your sultry wenches, or perhaps one of your 'future investments'?" She used the same tone as he did when he'd said it.

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"Oh my god, I FEEL you," the woman sighed longingly, "seriously Taco, you are the BEST! NO ONE on the Team Ripper fanclub gives you the respect you deserve. 'He's just comic relief' they say! 'Not even that cute', they say! Well I say they're WRONG! You're like... the doctor of the group, y'know? You keep the team together! GOD, I once saw this news video where you gave this guy mouth-to-mouth and I got so fucking horny watching it that I..."

The woman went on to describe a list of particularly vulgar actions.

"...and after I shoved the frozen banana into my ear, all I could think about what it would be like if it was the real thing... the real thing with YOU." There was a crazy, lusty look in the woman's eyes. More crazy then lusty.

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Clara considered the prospect. Although no criminal, the woman didn't exactly have a strong like for the patrons of the RIP. Her previous discussion concerning the matter ought to have shown that Clara, in fact, somewhat disdained these 'fat cats'. So what if a pirate slipped away with some artwork? It wasn't like anyone would be seriously hurt. Clara saw no reason to rat this man out. He was charming, honest and the most interesting conversation she'd had in months.

Plus, he was cute.

"Well, I'm willing to keep it down if you are," she smirked, "as for a ride around the skies... I can't say that doesn't sound fun." She looked about herself. "But I have responsibilities here too, y'know. I can't just walk out without securing at least a FEW business contacts."

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The intended waiter was just in the middle of listing off the RIP's wine list when Terrence stepped forward.

"Uh, sure, if that's what the young lady wants." He looked inquisitively back towards Catira.

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"Hm," Clara grinned, "well why not? I like a man who knows how to adapt to his environment." Perhaps it was the liquor. Perhaps it was his charm. Or perhaps Clara had just been pent up for a long while. For some reason, she believed him entirely. She offered the pirate her arm.

"Shall we, my noble bodyguard?"

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Indeed, Malachite was not alone. A hundred other Terran socialites milled about the Gala, chatting, talking and drinking.

A nearby waiter came up to the Mars Corp CEO, offering him a glass of wine. "Mr. Malachite, we're honored that you're here. Can I interest you in something to drink?"

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"Of course, sir," the waiter nodded to Malachite, quickly going to fetch the desired drink. He presented it for him in a chilled glass.

"Please, enjoy the gala."

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"Glad to hear you took care of it, Calamity," a new radio feed squawked into Scatterans' comm system, "we'd hate to scratch the new paint job."

The growl of 6.5 diesel engines roared above the already deafening sounds of gunfire and soaring aircraft as a battalion of Terran marines advanced towards Cauldron Actual; a squad of about thirty men all loaded up in six separate SC Cruisers, the latest addition to the TAF's light armor inventory. The vehicles revved nimbly between the towering trees and overgrown vegetation that made up the dense jungle of Llohap, easily scaling over the chunks of debris and upturned earth left in the wake of the UCON firefight.

"Calamity Actual, Black Three, this is Camo Five moving up towards Objective Romeo with rolling armor," the lead Terran captain, strapped inside the head cruiser, radioed into the UCON strike team, "we'll cut a nice clean line through this foliage and whatever unfortunate bogies just happen to get in our way. Just keep those eyes in the sky wide open for us. Our scouter's only range so far in these beasts."

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In the not-so distant jungle, a lone figure moved nimbly across the landscape, garbed head-to-toe in dark, tactical armor that looked far too expensive to be sported by some random pirate lackey. He'd been at work for the last fifteen minutes, moving from tree to tree and planting small devices at their bases. His head turned sharply as he heard an enormous boom, followed by the sound of approaching convoys. The barracks had been overrun.

He was sprinting a moment later, bounding across the foliage with remarkable speed. He quickly scaled the trunk of a nearby tree, resting himself on one of the branches and pressing his body into the wood, lying perfectly still. A moment later, his armor adapted to his surrounding, the black metal plates literally changing their color and texture to match that if the tree and the surrounding jungle. His heat and sound signature would become non-existent. He was, for all intensive purpose, invisible.

The setting changes from Llohap to Wing City Police Department

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Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: Neminem Character Portrait: Kael Masius Character Portrait: Arros Halgus
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"Woah woah woah..." one of the officers at the desk held up his hands, "what's going on here? Everyone just calm down..."

Three other officers and an NPA Enforcer stood up immediately, hands on their belts, the last cradling his aether rifle. One of the three blue-shirts attempted to step between Kael and Arros.

"Alright you two, what's the deal?" he asked, his voice gruff and demanding. He looked suspiciously at the battle-armored Arros, a sharp contrast from the modestly dressed Kael.

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"Keep him away from me!" Kael backed towards the officers with hands raised.

"Officers, don't worry. This young man is mentally ill and I have been hired by his father to retrieve him." Arros said as he opened his palm and displayed a large screen in front of the officers so they could see a vast list of weapons, vehicles, and other authorizations he's approved to use and the large inter-galactic jurisdiction in which he is approved by near countless empires to operate in. The information also shows he works as private contractor for the Masius corporation who's owner hired him to find his son.

"It's all there officers. I am legally within my jurisdiction to bring young Kael here back to his dad."

"I was told to talk to Officer Randin Kaye, I'm not crazy. Please don't let him take me!" Kael pleaded.

"Come on Kael, Let's go home."

"He's beaten people to find me. I heard from those who helped me that he will go to any lengths to reach his goal. A man who let me stay with him for a week lost all of his fingers and his nose. Lock me up, or whatever, but don't let him take me."

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"Detective Kaye is out for the night," the cop explained, "now if there's a problem, I'm sure we can figure things out."

One of other officers looked up curiously at that statement. "What, Kaye's out already? He just got back!"

The other cop shook his head. "Got a date. Alyssa Justice."

"Justice? That fine piece of ex-blue ass? Sweetgawdhavemercy, how the hell does he-"

Is was at that moment that Randin Kaye stormed into the precinct's lobby, his tie a fluttering noose around his neck.

"I need to get up to my office NOW. Lower the shields," the detective barked to one of the guards, hardly paying any mind to Kael or or Arros. Armed/strange looking "guests" in the station were a common sight.

"Shit Kaye," the guard chuckled, "did the date not go well?"

Randin glared at the man, his eyes narrowing into dark and foreboding slits.

"Um," the guard shuffled his feet, "...sorry... just... go right ahe-"

"Wait, Kaye!" the Enforcer spoke up, holding up a hand to halt the detective, "these two here need your attention. This kid is asking for you by name."

Randin wheeled around, looking first at Arros and then at Kael. His vigilant gaze made a swift survey of their physiques and general armament.

"I'm technically off-duty," he said, his tone slightly friendlier, "but if there's something I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask." He paid particular attention to Kael. The poor boy was nearly shaking... and out of breath too. What was going on here?

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"Nothing's wrong detective, don't waste your time on us." Arros grinned, trying not to show how furious he was.

"Detective, a Doctor Roberts sent me to you, I can explain the details in your office. I can see you're busy so if you can just put me one of the cell blocks, anything. Just don't send me away with this man."

"Detective, this boy is half out of his mind. Just let me take him back to his dad and out of your hair. You obviously don't have time for this and its pretty late."

Kael inched closer to Randin, hoping he'd offer him something. He had gone too far to be taken back now. Arros wore a grin that told Kael he was in for a serious thrashing when he got on his ship.

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Randin shook his head. "Office hours are a no go right now. We can keep you in a holding cell, but we'd need a reason..."

The detective noticed the smug look on Arros' face. His gut told him that this guy was bad news. Whoever he was, he wasn't going to let Kael walk out of here in that man's clutches...

"Hey, Santos," Randin tapped the shoulder of a nearby cop, nodding to Kael, "doesn't this kid look a lot like that Barnston Street robber we've been after?"

Santos squinted. "Wha? Not a bit! That robber didn't even have any hai-"

Randin coughed loudly into his arm.

Santos startled, suddenly on to the game. "Uh. I mean. Yeah! Now that you mention it... he looks a lot like him. Exactly like him!" He shook his head, stepping forward to Kael. "I'm sorry kid, but I'm gonna have to put'choo in police custody until we can get a positive verify on your ID and a proper debriefing. You'll be in a holding cell all night." He made a circle motion with his finger. "Turn 'round. I gotta put these on you." His reached for the cuffs on his belt.

Randin nodded to Kael. "We'll talk in the morning." The officer looked next to Arros. "As for you. I'd be happy to get this all sorted out later... tomorrow afternoon, when I'm back on the clock. Don't wait up."

With that, Randin was gone.

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-Office of Detective-Inspector Randin Kaye-

As he opened the creaking door to his dark office, Randin was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. Pale moonlight spilled in through his cracked shutters, just barely illuminating a set of long, lithe legs crossed over the edge of his desk. Thick smoke whipped through the dusty air, filling his nostrils with a pungent and familiar scent.

Grumbling, Randin turned to a dresser near his door, hitting the switch on a small table lamp. A dim and golden light flooded the room.

"...Angel..."

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The meeting between the TIB and Kyle had been at nine o'clock PM. It was currently 8:59.

Their entrance into the daunting lobby of Susurrus Tower would have been about as frustrating and boorish as the rest of their time up till now. Every aspect of the massive (but horridly uniform) building resonated with a quiet but palpable aura. Bland suits. Pristine marble floors. Laborious security checkpoints at nearly every doorway. The underlining atmosphere of the place was clear: there was no emotion in Susurrus Tower. There was no trust.

At exactly nine o'clock, the door opened into the conference room. A brick-ish looking man in a simple grey suit entered the room, a holopad under his arm.

"Mr. Macintosh, was it?" he offered his hand to the man, "agent Wisnlow. Archive technician." He assumed a seat at the oakwood table. "I thank you for your patience during the transition process here, Mr. Macintosh. Our security measures can be a bit straining at times."

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The door to Caleb Jefferson's cell swung open slowly, the dim light from the hall spilling eerily into the dank room. Two police officers flanked a tall, plain-faced man in a grey suit.

"Jefferson. Up." One of the cops gestured to the man, "we're gonna have a-"

"That's quite alright, gentlemen," the man waved his hand, dismissing them. "I'd much prefer to talk to Mr. Jefferson alone, if that's alright."

The officers shrugged. "When you're done, holler." They left, closing the jail door shut behind them.

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Caleb glared as the door opened. "About fucking time. You've kept me locked up in here because of a fucking shootout or something, saying that I fucking crashed my van and hurt some chick. I didn't fucking do it. Now let me out. You have nothing other than the fact that it was my van. And it was my stupid ex girlfriend fucking driving it." He growled at the person who entered.

"Now I'm not answering any more fucking questions. I told them already what I know and now I want to get out. Let me go. You can't fucking keep me in here."

Caleb was miserable and he wanted to go out and drink. As soon as he was out of here, he'd go drinking.

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"Calm down, Mr. Jefferson," the man said blandly. A low, harrowing thud echoed off the walls as the firefight between the WCPD and the Crimson Family continued in the floor above. It was chaos up there. By all rights, the TIB agent shouldn't even have been able to secure an interview. The whole facility was on lock down.

The suit looked towards the cell's only chair, bolted to the floor. "Do you mind if I sit down?" He assumed the seat without waiting for an answer. A holopad was under his arm, and he passively flipped it onto his lap, his fingers sliding over the devices' interface in a carefully measured cadence. Everything about this guy had a dull metronome to it, an inexplicably gray reservation that was both quietly calm and inhumanly frustrating.

"I understand, Mr. Jefferson," he never offered Caleb his eyes, "that this is not the first time you've been in prison." He nodded. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me why you were incarcerated the first time?"

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Caleb sat and listened, frustrated as he watched this new person that he'd never seen before. He just sat there waiting to see what the man was going to ask.

"I bet you already know." He told the person. "You've come here for a reason and it'll be in my records. I'm not stupid and neither are you."

Caleb wasn't going to tell him anything, he decided. He wanted to know exactly what this person had on him and what they wanted. He hadn't hit that girl, his girlfriend - or stupid ex girlfriend had. It was stupid. They had nothing on him because he hadn't done that crime.

And he knew what the other topic this person wanted to know about was bad news. But he'd gotten bail and off last time. He wasn't going to say anything else.