Setting
Eastern Wing City, smog suburbopolis and home to the best and the worst this city had to offer. The grime was part of the charm, the honking horns really just brass in an orchestra of urban chaos. When you looked past the bustle and noise, there was a melting pot of cultures deeply satiated into the very weave of society.
The structures themselves reflected a long history of turmoil. In some places buildings were patched from explosions, in others just the foundation remain. Between the deli's sat bunkers, and even the yards of the residents boasted doors to underground escapes, their roofs holding turrets high. Either way, it was apparent by the architecture that Wing City would be standing for a while.
Like any suburbopolis, the traffic was horrible. The only real time to drive was at night, when the hover-bike gangs and hot-rodders took their wheels for a spin.
The structures themselves reflected a long history of turmoil. In some places buildings were patched from explosions, in others just the foundation remain. Between the deli's sat bunkers, and even the yards of the residents boasted doors to underground escapes, their roofs holding turrets high. Either way, it was apparent by the architecture that Wing City would be standing for a while.
Like any suburbopolis, the traffic was horrible. The only real time to drive was at night, when the hover-bike gangs and hot-rodders took their wheels for a spin.
Eastern Wing City
You have entered the easternmost portion of Wing City. Here stands most of the public services buildings, such as the police department, hospital and fire station, as well as a good-sized post office. Traffic here is more than a bit congested, and maverick pedestrians are a common occurrence in this part of town.
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Eastern Wing City is a part of 
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Ahriman (Zoroark) [192]
M (Beheeyem) [167]
Mielikki (Gardevoir) [50]
Polygon (Porygon-Z) [49]
Feria, The Forbidden Blade [48] An Immortal Sword that can shapeshift into a human-like form
Darkella [36] "It's sweet that my subjects treat me like a goddess, not like they have the choice."
Vanessa Le [29] A former intelligence agent for the Chinese special forces turned freelancer.
Aqua (Gorebyss) [26]
Isabella "Izzy" Clarton [24] An older sister without siblings who joined a Biker Gang to get away from the memories, the parents, and the depression.
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Claire Angelique-McGregor tucked the papers and their folder underneath her left arm before speaking again. "I understand what is routine, and what is normal by American standpoints, but this is one thing that is not in our culture." She spoke as she started out of the office. "Consider the evaluation over." Claire added bluntly as she went off to find Marlene. This shouldn't have been addressed, ever. Finding Marlene's pins on the floor, she stooped to pick them up. Marlene wasn't far off either, in fact she was off in the hall a ways standing next to a rather nice sized hole in the wall. "Do you know how many of these I've made in the past thirty some odd years?" Claire remarked examining the hole for a moment before turning to Marlene.
Zakariyyah Elaraby watched as Claire left, his hands in his pockets, considering. He would not be so sure of that, of the evaluation being completely over. Although of course, if someone like Claire said it was over, then chances were, he would be left with some other duty to do for the day. Elaraby could hear voices distantly - not distinct words, not over the low tone of conversations in the other offices of the FBI building - but he thought he recognized the same very non-American sounding voices. And he was genuinely sorry he had pushed the matter.
Marlene Angel sneered. "American ko kel chek ra, Tau'ri nok'shri." She spat. It was rare for someone of Marlene's statue to dive into the odd Langaran. Then she turned back to Elaraby, taking a deep breath she regained her composure, the wounds caused by the hole in the wall quickly closing up. "I can't have my promotion.. if we don't do this... if this frakup of a shrink doesn't bring up that... ha'taaka.. I'll be fine..." She said before she withdrew a pill bottle, downing several pills she then downed a flask that smelled distinctly like the bitter-sweet smell of Ambrosia. "Okay... let's go back... 305k Cubits are hard to turn down.. besides.. what else will I do?"
Claire Angelique-McGregor shook her head at Marlene's actions. "If you weren't family I would have your bleeding head for having alcohol when on duty." She grumbled as she handed Marlene her pins back. Thankfully when she'd taken the position as AHSC Chair and later Defense Minister Mollem hadn't asked many questions, except was she capable and how soon could she start. "I've already informed him that he cannot bring that bastard son of a bitch back up." Claire had not stooped so far that day to her native Canasian or any of the other languages she'd had to learn as a child on Langara. "You tell me, besides I won't always be here as Defense Minister to make sure people are even the remotest sympathetic." She said answering Marlene's question.
Marlene Angel made her way back towards the office, slowly and surely she approached Elaraby. "If you ever again bring up the man that raped, beat, tortured, and abused me for fifteen yahrens in my youth... I will not hesitate to kill you where you stand. Shesh'kel?" She asked, her voice low and dark, carrying the gravest of threats. "Enter... carry on." She said flatly, motioning to the office. "If you want to know about that Ha'taaka.. why don't you ask my sister I'm sure she has her share of stories... or maybe... don't open the Pandora's box again." She said before she moved to sit. "Next question."
Zakariyyah Elaraby nodded once, in the affirmative to Marlene. So his instincts were correct. There was a complex relationship between these two women, evidently sisters, and this man Darian had had a major impact on Marlene's life... and psychological state. He followed Marlene back inside, taking his seat again next to her as he paused for a moment, flipping to the next page in his notepad. "Tell me about the rest of your family, Agent Angel," he said, seemingly unaffected by the slew of threats.
Zakariyyah Elaraby wrote a few things down; if either woman were to peer at his notepad, they might recognize the names he had written. He turned to his laptop, keying in a few things, which would alter the display on the screen to a series of indecipherable acronyms, some of the notes evidently in Arabic script, before looking back to Marlene. "Can you tell me about your education?" Elaraby asked, pen lying over his pad.
Claire Angelique-McGregor looked side long at the man's notes mostly out of curiosity. 'Arabic.. distant relative of Canasian.. might or might not translate well.' She thought to herself. But why the man was so intent on keeping these notes from his patient was the real question. Eventually his findings would have to be turned over to the government as a whole, and if there were any questions there would be a request to see his notes. It was things like this that made Claire leery of doctors, and she had perhaps one of the most extensive medical records of any Aschen citizen. But, they had been sealed and placed at a very high clearance, few could see them. Unfortunately though if one knew how to work the system and search for other things they could find out what they needed to know.
Zakariyyah Elaraby chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he peered through them at Marlene. "A-1 classification on you, yes? The matters discussed in this evaluation are confidential, and I doubt anyone else in this office would be able to read and comprehend those notes." They weren't just in Arabic - they were abbreviations and some obscure initialing of terms as well. Even someone like Natalie Schultz would likely not understand them. "Inexpensive but effective measure to ensure the confidentiality of this interview."
Claire Angelique-McGregor frowned at Elaraby. "There's higher classifications." She muttered to herself. The American's had strange and novel ideas of how to encrypt things. 'Its close to Canasian, I know enough to probably fake my way through his notes." Claire thought as she listened to the man give his explanation. "It's also relative to the person Mr. Elaraby. If they were trying hard enough or really wanted that information they'd find a way to decode it." She remarked blithely. The man was starting to irritate her in a way, and she wasn't sure about Marlene. But like she had said, they needed to shut up and put up with this little hiccup in their routines.
Sire McGregor frowned a moment, and then he turned to the other Sires and Siresses. "There is always more wealth to be had... I am still confident our military forces can be used to combat the sealed one." Sire Asiel then spoke up. "Monetary compensation... perhaps materials... knowledge on magic? Magical knowledge on this world is limited... and our Parliament has expressed interest in acquiring magical items to learn about what makes Magic tick.. to better combat it should the need arise."
Ayasha Ziedins deferred to Sylvire, with a look of submission in the sorceress's direction. Though stationed physically beneath the members of Parliament, Ayasha's height allowed her to see more than the average person might.
"Magic, I can do." Sylvire said, raising an eyebrow. "I have an entire Library of magical knowledge from which I can provide you innumerable tomes of varying sources and subjects, both historical and magical. There are those that attempt to compare science to magic, and apply one to the other, to varying degrees of success -- though never total."
The sorceress tilted her head, "Would that be sufficient? Books of knowledge, many of which are magical themselves?" Sylvire's library was extensive -- in theory it could extend for miles. Just a lot of the time it wasn't in the mood to. L-Space was a curious thing...
The sorceress tilted her head, "Would that be sufficient? Books of knowledge, many of which are magical themselves?" Sylvire's library was extensive -- in theory it could extend for miles. Just a lot of the time it wasn't in the mood to. L-Space was a curious thing...
All the Sires talked amongst eachother, and then a decision was made, a vote cast as all the Members of Parliament brought their gaze to Sylvire, Sire McGregor then rose to his feet. "I expect the books to be delivered by whatever means convenient by the end of this cycle." He then sent a brief text message, and the massive oak doors to the Parliament chamber opened, five power armored guards with Mana disruptors were seen, followed by a contingent of LDA Agents, the Agents carrying a large vault. A Box that was 5 feet by five feet. The Sire then rose to his feet, hobbling over to the vault, withdrawing a pebble, he tossed it towards the box, the stone flashed as it hit a force-field, then vaporized. "De-activate the quarantine field." He ordered.
After a series of button pushing, the field disengaged, Mollem then touched the control panel, which flashed green, a series of hisses and clunks would echo in the box, and then it swung open, revealing another vault, smaller. This time Siress Wenutu, rose from her seat and approached the box. Each smaller vault had to be opened by a different member of Parliament. The last box would be opened by Safiya Sanne, the power armored guards standing aside. Hung upon a rack, encased in solid diamondite casing, was the sword of truth.
After a series of button pushing, the field disengaged, Mollem then touched the control panel, which flashed green, a series of hisses and clunks would echo in the box, and then it swung open, revealing another vault, smaller. This time Siress Wenutu, rose from her seat and approached the box. Each smaller vault had to be opened by a different member of Parliament. The last box would be opened by Safiya Sanne, the power armored guards standing aside. Hung upon a rack, encased in solid diamondite casing, was the sword of truth.
Ayasha Ziedins watched through narrowed eyes as the large strongbox was brought in, slipping her hands into her pockets while the members of Parliament opened each successive safe. Certainly, this was overkill to protect the Artefact. Then again, considering her loss of it to Aiyanna, it was perhaps at the least, understandable.
The MEA Director fingered a lone coin in her pocket, some Aschen denomination, though she wasn't quite sure which exactly. When she saw the Sword, her heart began to beat faster, her palms growing moist as she leaned slightly forward on her toes, her eyes not leaving the artefact.
The MEA Director fingered a lone coin in her pocket, some Aschen denomination, though she wasn't quite sure which exactly. When she saw the Sword, her heart began to beat faster, her palms growing moist as she leaned slightly forward on her toes, her eyes not leaving the artefact.
"I thank you, I will arrange for the books' delivery as soon as I return." Sylvire said, smiling and bowing her head respectfully. When the sword was brought out, the sorceress' eyes followed it, but she remained poised and still. Also, her writer would write more, but time constraints and general doziness say otherwise.
The last member to open the case had approached. President Adar, a middle aged balding man. Sliding a card into the lock of the case, then touching his hand to the glass like material, it hissed and opened up, the President then stood aside. "I pray we are making the right decision." He said. "Take the sword.. and proceed." He added.
Ayasha Ziedins turned to look toward Sylvire, as if asking permission, hands sliding from her pockets, though she kept her arms at her side. The MEA Director could practically feel the weight of the sword in her hands already, but she would restrain herself. She had to, though it took every ounce of her self-restraint to keep from leaping forward for the sword.
Sylvire Nasazura smiled and nodded to Ayasha, gesturing that she should take the weapon. "You will not regret this, I assure you, Mr President." the sorceress said, "The Sealed One will be defeated -- permanently. I will make sure of it."
Sire McGregor would keep his eyes on Ayasha. "I thought the weapon was to be sealed, not returned to this woman. I don't trust her.. it's safer in that box." He said as he read her expression then waved them off. "Perhaps the magical books will allow us to create defenses... be gone with you.."
The MEA Director's lips narrowed into a thin line as she stared at Mollem for a moment, before moving toward the Sword, lifting it in both hands with an air of reverence, her eyes caressing it as she moved toward the exit, waiting for Sylvire to follow. They'd have to contact Gadamer somehow, or else take the long way home.
Sylvire Nasazura bowed one final time to the President, before turning and following Ayasha. That had gone far better than Sylvire had realistically expected. It was time to go home, and figure out what sort of forms she had to fill out for large shipments of magical texts over thousands of light-years...