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Ro Retna

Special Agent Retna, SIB.

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

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Name: Romanae Retna

Nicknames: Ro, Rory

Race: Human

Birthday: 23 August

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Height: Five feet six inches

Weight: 124 lbs

Eye Colour: Dark gray

Hair Colour: Dark titian (ginger)

Distinguishing Marks: The majority of Romanae's body is scarred. She has light white marks running diagonally down her left cheek, and she has a scar trailing from the left corner of her mouth to the middle of her cheek. Her torso, arms and thighs are especially scarred.

Other Features: Romanae's accent is a deeper Scottish lilt and is considered rougher than the average female voice.

History: Previously a Captain in the British Army, Ro now works for Wing City Police Department's SIB as a Special Agent. The SIB (Special Investigations Branch) deals with crime involving/against those in the Armed Forces and Military Police Arms. With a team of four men and herself as leading officer making five, the small but functional team worked well together until a new face was introduced.

Five months previously, another officer had left the team in order to be transferred across seas as a liaison officer. Now that there is a new probationary officer involved, it isn't quite so certain that Ro's team will gel as well as the last one did.

So begins...

Ro Retna's Story

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Ro Retna soon made her way over to the counter and, snapping her fingers irritably at the bartender hanging about there, got the man making her tea for her.

"Fuck's sake," the Scotswoman grumbled, taking a second to turn her eyes around the bar -- arguments, flirting, strange-named bastards... And that hungover guy near the door. To fuck if he thought he was gonna get to sleep when she was in such a foul mood; she'd go over and make some 'light' conversation.

"There's your tea, hun-"

"Don't you dare call me 'hunny,'" Ro warned quietly as she picked up her cup of tea, "else I'll take away your eyeballs, lovely. I mean that, too," she added as she turned to make her way over to Max's table and confidently take a seat there.

"Wake up, alchy."

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Ro Retna blew over the rim of her teacup and took a sip, nose wrinkling at the taste. "No, I don't think so. See, I don't take orders from grouchy, hungover things like you," the SIB agent replied coolly. "Ain'cha gonna entertain me with some nice conversation, now, or are y'just gonna spit and hiss about me leaving y'alone, hm?"

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Ro Retna raised an eyebrow. "Hey, now, ain't no reason to call me that. I ain't retarded, but I suppose I might be a bit of a masochistic bitch. I dunno, ain't had occasion to test that theory," she grinned, teacup lifted to her lips once again. "Besides, if you want me to stop irritating you, get off your lazy arse and move yourself."

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Ro Retna soon strolled into the bar with a look of utter disdain on her face -- the bloody idiots at her office were being their usual idiotic selves, and that damned photocopier had been out for her blood again! The Director of the SIB, her only superior, had even informed her that she was, under no circumstances, to use the photocopier until they had had it fixed and safely set up so that she could use it with one press of a button.

Ro dropped onto a bar stool beside Chide and quietly ordered a cup of tea. "Heya, kid."

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Ro Retna sighed and shook her head. "Put it this way, I'm no longer allowed to operate anything more than my desk computer and my printer. Those are the only two bloody things I'm allowed to use! I even broke my desk phone, but that was because the bloody photocopier wasn't working!"

The Senior SIB agent gave a roll of her eyes and massaged her temples with two fingers.

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"I wasn't trying to repair the photocopier, I was trying to kill my subordinates with it. Tommy told me to 'calm down' and I hate being told to calm down, y'see, Chide. He's lucky that my gear was in my desk drawer when he said that," she stated as she picked up the cup of tea that was promptly delivered to her. "As you can see, I'm armed right now," the agent stated with a nod towards her right hip, where a badge was clipped to her belt along with a removable holster and a fully loaded regulation pistol. "I have a headache, kiddo, and I'm rather bored of headaches. I get the worst migraines, sometimes."

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Ro Retna snorted in response to the pill, waving it off. "I don't take any pills, kiddo," she informed Chide, the agent in her automatically looking up to see the two torches that were directed towards patrons and the others that were not.

"Well, shit, you can't just let me have one motherfucking cup of tea, huh?" the Scotswoman called out towards the mob. "Go back home before I have the WCPD come up here and arrest your asses for endangering innocents and attempted arson!"

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Ro Retna heaved a sigh, downed the last of her tea and turned towards Chide. "I have two options here. I can go shoot the cult-head motherfucker who interrupted my first cup of tea in thirty-seven hours and forty-three minutes, or I can calmly leave and have the WCPD arrived here at their convenience... I'm honestly struggling to know which way to go."

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It was a relatively routine call out -- death threats against police officers weren't exactly a rarity, so it was no surprise that Romanae's Senior Field Agent was currently whining about how the 'probationary officers should really be doing this' and that he had 'a lot of paperwork to do back at the office.'

That didn't mean that she'd let him out of this one, though, meaning that both Ro and Tommy Davids, decked in the usual boots, jacket and a baseball cap with 'SIB' embroidered in white thread on the front.

"Can't I just nip back, you can handle this yourself, right?"

"Shut up, Davids," the older woman replied drily as she waited for some form of response to her knock on the door. "If I have to knock again, we're just leaving. I get death threats daily and I don't whine about it to the SIB."

"You kinda are the SIB."

"What did I just say?"

"Yes, ma'am."

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Tommy Davids' face lit up -- yes! No victim, no need for questioning and pointless evidence-searches and he might actually get out of the office before nine o'clock!

Romanae, however, wasn't quite so ready to give up the thirty-minute drive through traffic to get here just like that, and she had pulled back the left side of her unzipped jacket to show the badge on her belt, right next to the holstered handgun. "SIB, Special Agent Romanae Retna and Tommy Davids, we're here to investigate the death threats Scot has been receiving," the dry Scotswoman informed Walker. "Who are you?"

Tommy's face fell. Damnit.

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"Vacate the premises," Romanae ordered tersely. "I have my Special Agent here all ready to take a note of all entrances and potential weak areas of the household and then he's gonna stay here all night with Scot if I so please."

"But you said --"

"Davids, what part of 'if I so please' didn't you get?"

"Ma'am."

"So, are you going to leave or am I going to have to get a warrant for your arrest for obstructing the course of justice?"

Her partner just remained standing at her side, uncomfortable and irritated at apparently losing the rest of his day.

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"Oh, no, I'm sorry," Romanae started, a hand over her heart as if she were honestly upset at the thought of annoying someone. "I didn't mean to make you think that I was giving you a choice. I meant to say 'get out of my victim's home now'."

Tommy grinned.

"Stop grinning, Davids."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You, out, next five minutes. You won't be breaking trade agreement, because you will get to finish installing whatever technical shit you're installing, just not right now. You can do it in half an hour, when he finishes drawing his own floor plan," the Senior Agent said, jerking her head towards Tommy. "I'm not going to tell you twice."

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Ro Retna shrugged her shoulders and just wandered into the house, waving a hand at Tommy with a roll of her eyes.

"Er... Boss, aren't you gonna write down the --"

"Move it, Davids, get your arse after that whatever-the-hell-that-was."

"Right, ma'am." Tommy heaved a sigh; he got all the good jobs. "Hey, Walk -- er... Kaori Walker! Hold up a second, she didn't mean bugger off, she just meant get out of the house. Like, onto the front step, yeah?"

"Davids, you've got five minutes before I expect you in here taking a floor plan," Romanae yelled down the hall as Tommy began the walk after Kaori. Such a lovely boss.

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Tommy shook his head. "She always puts off substantial tones of under off or whatever it was you just said," he joked cheekily, quirking a grin. "Come on, you can help me with the floor plan if you like. Besides, it'll annoy Retna if you stay with us the entire time."

The younger agent pointed a finger up the path. "So... you up to it? She's a natural readhead, you know, very feisty."

"Davids!"

"Very scary. Very, very scary, I mean."

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"I know for fact I'm not that clumsy," Tommy commented happily, bending at the waist to pick up his evidence bag and hoist it over his shoulder before nudging the door open from where it had drifted closer to the jamb. "And yeah, I might get out of the job a bit quicker if you help me do the floor plan. As for SIB, yup. This is the... third? Fourth. I dunno, it's some year, anyway. It's been a few, put it that way! Why'd ya quit the SIS, anyway? I'd have figured it'd be a pretty swish job. Better than SIB, I'd reckon. You wouldn't have Retna for a boss, that's for sure," he commented as he pulled out a sketch pad with square-ruled paper.

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Tommy shrugged. "I could just... copy that, I suppose. I'd have to trust you enough not to mess up the plan, though... I guess I should, I'm assuming this is pretty much your job." He fell silent, the clumping of Ro's boots trekking up the stairs more prominent before he renewed his speech. "Me, I can't imagine leaving the SIB. I really like Ro even though she's a bitch, and I've made friends with a couple of the guys in our team. There's a little rat called Benjamin, though, he's really, really annoying. Follows me about and everything. Then there's our old boss, gosh, that was a fuck up and a half. Best not to talk about him with Retna in earshot, though, she might castrate me..."

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"She won't try," Tommy responded. "She knows the number you said, I mean, that woman can remember pass codes and her social security number and all sorts of shit in her head -- other than her mobile and extension numbers, but I think that's more selective memory than forgetfulness -- but she ain't gonna try it. I bet she'll think you're just being a pain in the arse. If anything, she'll come down and tell you to --"

"Walker, get your arse up here and open this fucking door."

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Ro Retna watched, with folded arms and a decidedly impatient look, as the passcode was entered and the door opened. "Yeah, you can fuck off back downstairs and tell Davids to do his own bloody floor plan. Oh, and tell him that if I catch him talking about Cephas again, I'll kick his skinny little arse back into MTAC and he can play intelligence officer all her fucking likes," the short redhead answered as she strolled, almost leisurely, into the bedroom, her own notepad out. "Are you waiting for a formal goodbye? Bugger off!"

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"Yeah... I heard. I dunno how she heard me, though, I don't shout everything I say like she does," Tommy commented. "And she calls me a skinny little runt all the time, believe me, it's not a compliment. Probie would be more of a compliment than 'skinny little runt' any day. And I ain't doing my own floor plan 'cause I'm already half way through copying yours."

The young(er) Scotsman quirked a roguish grin on Kaori and winked. "Nice floor plan, by the way."

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Finally. A break. One Special Agent Romanae Retna had been in the office for the past thirty-seven hours figuring out a kidnapping of a police officer. Her team had found out who it was that orchestrated the entire thing, and now all that needed to happen was for Jane to finish his forensics on some evidence and they'd have a warrant and a finale to their case.

Right now, however, it was break time, and Ro really, really needed a cup of tea.

Approaching the bar, Ro ran a hand through her dark hair before waving the same appendage at the bartender. "Get me a cup of tea, no sugar, plenty of milk, would you, hunny?" Of course, the only reason she called him 'hunny' was 'cause it riled him so, and Ro did love to rile the reluctant bartender.

The tired Special Agent slid onto a barstool and waited impatiently for her tea.