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 
Wing City.
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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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First thing was to pick a spot to stay at. It was as simple as checking the area for benches and allies that didn't already have homeless people around. Turning around, a bench caught the attention of Lucian that he made his way towards. One there, he saw a somewhat concerning sight: a child about to cry [and not the tantrum type mind you] confronted by an obviously unrelated by blood. This. however. was nowhere near as concerning as what followed not long after: the shooting of a... laser? And it came from the child no less.
The tall man slid his hand deftly to avoid being hit by the laser, giving the boy a pointed look. "That's a strange bear you have," he said, his eyes on the child's. His concern might have been affected, but his pleasant demeanor was genuine, his eyes revealing nothing other than mild curiosity. "Does it always do that, little one?"
"What the hell are you doing?" came Mahamat's voice in his ear, inaudible to anyone else. Jahan did not seem to react to this. "Ah, Jahan, there's someone watching you, six o'clock. Odd seeming fellow."
"What the hell are you doing?" came Mahamat's voice in his ear, inaudible to anyone else. Jahan did not seem to react to this. "Ah, Jahan, there's someone watching you, six o'clock. Odd seeming fellow."
Baby Buu Looked up at the man and tilted his head. "uh...yes, bear dont like badman, i no like fight, bear fight, i make people to candy" the child giggled softly as he held out his bear. "this teddy, i don't think teddy like you". the bear turned its gaze to the mans head and let out another beam. "no bad teddy, stop, nice man no badman. nice man give me hug! no hurt man give me hug!"
was intrigued by this inexplicable usage of an apparent weapon by a child. He saw a Vending Machine outside a store tht was a few buildings down from the child and thought that'd be a good excuse to walk past. He took out a dollar and headed straight towards the machine. He was to make sure when he passed that he checked the situation quickly.
Jahan deftly avoided the beam with a tilt of his head, looking at the boy as he spoke. "Maybe you want to put the bear down? It seems to have a problem with strangers." He laughed, a kind, pleasant laugh, the kind one might expect to hear between friends or fathers and sons. "Are you lost little one?"
"Jahan, that man from over there, he is approaching you," Mahamat's voice crackled in his earpiece. "I have a bad feeling about this." Jahan took note of the situation, though he did not visibly respond. He would deal with the stranger if he had to.
"Jahan, that man from over there, he is approaching you," Mahamat's voice crackled in his earpiece. "I have a bad feeling about this." Jahan took note of the situation, though he did not visibly respond. He would deal with the stranger if he had to.
Baby Buu Looks at the man again. "uh...put own teddy? ok" the teddy bear vanished as the boy tilted his head to the right. "you nice man? you give hugs and candy?" he said pleadingly as he stretched out his arms towards the man. His eyes wide and his mouth open slightly. He thought this man seemed safe, someone to protect him. never the less, he wasnt a great judge of charecter.
Just as Lucian came close enough as to get a good look at what was going on, the man tilted his head apparently dodging another one of those beams. Unfortunately, seeing as Lucian was positioned pretty much directly behind the man, it was now coming toward his direction. He immediately hit the ground and got back up when he thought it safe. Another strange thing: the shot came from a stuffed animal. "Oi." Lucian directed toward the man "Keep your kid under control will you? I almost got hit there." The rush had him forget that the two didn't even look related.
"Don't worry about it," Jahan said over his shoulder to Lucian, whose presence had fully realized in his mental radar, as he embraced the boy, lifting him up in his arms, so the child could keep both arms around the man's neck. "What's your name, little one?" he asked softly, so that only the boy could hear. "We must find your mother, I think."
"The hell," he heard Mahamat mutter in his earpiece. "What the hell." The van, two blocks away from them, started up. Even Jahan could hear it.
"The hell," he heard Mahamat mutter in his earpiece. "What the hell." The van, two blocks away from them, started up. Even Jahan could hear it.
He looked at the man with a puzzled look. "uhm mommy? no mommy" he hugged the man closer and gave him a small kiss on the forhead proceeded by a small giggle.
Marlene Angel had pulled up to the front of the FBI offices that day, a lull in the fighting going on in orbit allowed the Aschen to slip past several vessels through the Coalition defense perimeter. And so, Marlene was here and likely with Claire, of course the woman would be grumbling as she made her way through the offices. "I'm here for my damn psychological evaluation for my promotion." She said as she waited to be shown through. She would shake her head and then turn to Claire. "Why is the LDA Making me do this?" She asked.
Zakariyyah Elaraby was not normally at Headquarters, but had been called here for the day, at a request sent to the Bureau through the Department of State on behalf of the LDA. It seemed the Americans weren't the only ones who delegated tasks to their allies. Elaraby was dressed today in a dark gray pantsuit, pressed white shirt, and dark cinder tie, a conservative, formal look in order to make himself presentable for their guests, as well as direct attention to his words rather than his appearance.
He had been sitting in a temporarily unoccupied office when he heard the very non-American voice in the hall, rising from his seat as he moved into the hallway, greeting the two women with a formal nod in each of their directions. "Good afternoon," he said, his English impeccable despite his rather non-stereotypically American appearance. Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "Dr. Zakariyyah Elaraby, Behavioral Analysis."
He had been sitting in a temporarily unoccupied office when he heard the very non-American voice in the hall, rising from his seat as he moved into the hallway, greeting the two women with a formal nod in each of their directions. "Good afternoon," he said, his English impeccable despite his rather non-stereotypically American appearance. Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "Dr. Zakariyyah Elaraby, Behavioral Analysis."
Claire Angelique-McGregor shrugged as she flipped through a sheaf of papers in her hand, her dark plum colored manicure contrasting sharply against the white of the paper. "It's routine, so shut up and put up." She stated bluntly. Claire hadn't had to undergo any evaluations in years, and it was probably a good thing that she hadn't; she would more than likely fail them. "Claire Angelique, Minister of Defense." She stated in crisp, unusually accented English, taking Elaraby's hand as she tucked the papers under her arm. Grasping his hand firmly, there was much more strength in the grip than what appeared at first glance. Having chosen a black silk and wool blend suit, with a pale blue blouse, she had at least tried to seem professional despite her dislike or rather inability to understand how to dress outside of a uniform. This was always belied in how Claire carried herself in a suit, seeming rather uncomfortable in her clothing. This in of itself was due to years in uniform, finding that much easier to deal with than some of the trappings of her current position.
Marlene Angel shook her head. "Yeah yeah, let's get this shit squared away so I can get my Level 4 promotion." She said as she moved to sit down. Making her way to the empty office she would move to sit down and bear somewhat a frown on her face as she looked in the mirror, and patted her hair. "Okay let's get this done and over with." She said with a nod. Once she made herself comfortable, she would wait for everyone else to sit down, thinking inwardly this would be interesting. "Let the games begin." She said.
Zakariyyah Elaraby took Claire's hand, his own handshake firm but polite, lasting a bit longer than most people might consider typical, though nothing utterly abnormal. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Minister," the behaviorist said in a pleasant tone, his attentive gaze noting the Minister's manner - she seemed somewhat uncomfortable, ill at ease, where she was, perhaps due to the location, or to her dress. The clothes did not seem to be particularly well worn, and the strength of her handshake in concert with her tone of voice suggested a woman capable of carrying her own and handling herself.
Elaraby adjusted his glasses a moment, his attention turning to Marlene, the subject of the evaluation. He had done a few evaluations over the past couple of weeks, of agents who had been referred to Behavioral Analysis. She, on the other hand, seemed impatient, not particularly thrilled about her presence in his temporary office, which was furnishd with an empty filing cabinet along one wall, a desk, and three chairs. Elaraby chose to sit not across from her on the other side of the desk, but next to her. He motioned for Claire to take the seat behind the desk.
Shuffling a few papers, and opening a program on his laptop, Elaraby looked at Marlene. "Good afternoon, Agent Angel. Please state your full name for the record."
Elaraby adjusted his glasses a moment, his attention turning to Marlene, the subject of the evaluation. He had done a few evaluations over the past couple of weeks, of agents who had been referred to Behavioral Analysis. She, on the other hand, seemed impatient, not particularly thrilled about her presence in his temporary office, which was furnishd with an empty filing cabinet along one wall, a desk, and three chairs. Elaraby chose to sit not across from her on the other side of the desk, but next to her. He motioned for Claire to take the seat behind the desk.
Shuffling a few papers, and opening a program on his laptop, Elaraby looked at Marlene. "Good afternoon, Agent Angel. Please state your full name for the record."
Marlene Angel frowned somewhat, and then cleared her throat. "00 Agent Marlene Erin Angel-McGregor, Level 5 Operative, Overt Intelligence Agency." She said plainly and somewhat boredly. Shifting in her seat a moment she crossed one leg over the other. "Let's start with the funny questions." She then shot Claire a look. "And remember what they said... respect Aschen cultural differences.. right, Minister?" She said, nodding before placing her hands in her lap, and making herself comfortable, while allowing her eyes to drift over to the screen of the laptop.
Claire Angelique-McGregor nodded in reply to Marlene's remark. "Well yes, things you Americans might think the norm are perfectly permissible by the Aschen Government and it's society." She said as she took a seat. This would prove interesting, she'd never been privy exactly to a evaluation such as this.
Zakariyyah Elaraby glanced over at Claire. "I understand," he said pleasantly, "and I will try my best not to offend; however, given my profession..." He smiled knowingly, though his attention remained almost completely on Marlene. It was unusual for anyone to be present during an evaluation other than the subject and the examiner, almost unheard of, though in this case, Elaraby had willingly gone along with the exception to this rule.
Watching Marlene closely, but not in such a manner as to seem threatening or overbearing - as he often did intentionally, during interrogations - he rested his pen on the paper, asking, "Agent Angel, do you know why you are here today?" blinking curiously at the LDA agent as he spoke.
Watching Marlene closely, but not in such a manner as to seem threatening or overbearing - as he often did intentionally, during interrogations - he rested his pen on the paper, asking, "Agent Angel, do you know why you are here today?" blinking curiously at the LDA agent as he spoke.
Marlene Angel paused and then let her finger touch the bottom of her chin, taking a breath and then she spoke up. "I'm present at this evaluation as per protocol with the top secret agency in which I am preparing to enroll, it's being conducted here due to discrepancies with the OIA Psych offices, and the Aschen's limited research into psychology due to the ability to simply.. cure.." She said with a shrug and then she shifted in her seat, watching the man as intently as he was watching her. Her eyes would meet his and narrow slightly. "Carry on."
Zakariyyah Elaraby remained mostly emotionless, maintaining a pleasant, but official expression, and tone of voice. It was important during the interview phase of an evaluation to remain both professional and approachable, and Elaraby was an expert. "Tell me about your current position, Agent Marlene," he said, neither looking away nor blinking when she met his eyes. This too was expected, and normal. After all he was here to record her behavior.
Marlene Angel let a trace of a smile curl the edges of her lips. "Classified, A-1." She said flatly, the smile quickly disappearing. "My current occupation is classified under the status of A-1, under the Aschen's national integrity act." She said before nodding once more. She was under the microscope, but she couldn't not make it difficult. There would be a subtle shift from one side of her seat to the other, her legs crossing over. "All I can tell you is I am an Agent in OIA."
"I am here at the request of your government; this interview is entirely confidential within the parameters of that agreement," Elaraby said, making a small note at the top of the legal notepad in his lap. He glanced over at Claire. "Minister, have I received interim clearance to hear A-1 information?"
Claire Angelique-McGregor shifted in her seat for a moment looking through her notes before answering. "Yes, clearance is allowed. If the information leaves this office you will be silenced." She said. Marlene was making things difficult for the man, and in a way she didn't blame her. Evaluations always took time that could be used for other tasks and appointments. "Agent Angel I suggest you cooperate with him now."
Marlene Angel frowned for a moment, and then she stared him in the eyes. "Silenced.. meaning you will disappear, never to be heard from again." She said with a somewhat satisfied smile, and then she straightened up and then sat straight. "So commence the frakking shrinking." She said, her voice tone was smooth yet firm. Irritation lacing every facet of her voice. And maybe even a hint of nervousness.
Zakariyyah Elaraby nodded. He did not visibly respond to the not so subtle threat, though internally, he mulled it over. Here, he dealt with all manner of sensitive information, and was privy to certain bits of information that even folks as powerful and well connected as the Director himself would not want anyone to know. And yet this foreigner had the audacity to make such a threat. His attention returned to Marlene.
"Tell me about your current duties," Elaraby said, in the same pleasant tone, seemingly unfazed by Marlene's continual escalation of hostility and generally unpleasant demeanor. He poised his pen over his paper, having carefully written in illegible markings that may or may not have even been English during the two women's threats.
"Tell me about your current duties," Elaraby said, in the same pleasant tone, seemingly unfazed by Marlene's continual escalation of hostility and generally unpleasant demeanor. He poised his pen over his paper, having carefully written in illegible markings that may or may not have even been English during the two women's threats.