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PostPosted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 6:53 pm    Post subject: Missing Halfling Reply with quote

The broken, withered old man moved as though every joint in his body would give at an moment. The creak in his old bones was almost audible to any passers by. When he finally reached his destination, his breathing was ragged and his visage contorted into one of slight confusion. He had almost forgotten where he was and why he was there.

Eventually, the harsh reality of his situation returned and, with deep pain and exhaustion in his eyes, looked down at the receptionist that had been sitting at the front desk, waiting patiently.

"Ah've come terr report a missinng perrsun." He slurred in that sickly, rasping voice.

His very skin permeated with alcohol, his robes were stained and torn, mended in some places, but for the most part, badly treated. At first glance, anyone might have just written him off as a sad old drunk, but there was something in his eyes. A pain that spoke volumes of loss and regret.

Before the receptionist had a chance to ask him to repeat himself, he pulled out a crinkled, hand made parchment poster from the folds of his robes and shakily placed it on the desk. It was one of several copies already hung in various locations.

MISSING



Apprentice mage Alexia Longbow
Answers to Lex, has been known to heal others, noticeable stutter.
4'9" 64lbs, pointed ears (mixed race) Last known location Teas'n Tomes.
Contact Owen the Marred with any information


His eyes set in a firm gaze that told his situation would not be taken lightly, no matter how long he'd have to wait to be seen.


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PostPosted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 9:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Watch officer at the front desk noticed the elderly man approach his desk, the smell of alcohol preceding the visitor. The officer held his breath slightly and gave a smile. Before he could even ask how he could help the question was already answered.

"Missing person you say? Let's have a look then." the officer took in the folded parchment poster and read over it. "Hmmm." He'd stand, a human by most appearances though some accents to his face bespoke slight elvish blood. "Come right over here to sit and rest. I'll get Captain Jubal for you. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes. Get you something warm to drink too." He'd escort the old man gently to a chair to sit and then vanished upstairs to the main offices.

As good as his promise within ten minutes or so, the blonde headed captain of the watch, in green cloak was before the elderly man. She gave a crouch of respect, poster held in her fingers. "Mr. Owen the Marred, I'm Captain Hope Jubal. What can you tell me about Alexia? We are here to help."
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 2:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

He lowered himself heavily into the chair with a pained grunt and called after the officer as he retreated.

"Got plenty teh keep me warrm." He declared, as he pulled a small flask from the depths of his robes.

Just as he finished a fairly large swig, the captain came into his blurring view. He winced as the gut-rotting alcohol went down his throat and took a moment before speaking again. It seemed as though he was trying to grasp at a fleeting thought and it was terribly difficult. Finally, he answered.

"Stubborn girl," he muttered. "Told 'er to stay home. Not safe. She doesn't know what she is. She's not ready!"

Pain, verging on agony, twisted his face into a frown. A gnarled old hand lifted to his face, covering his eyes for a moment or two.

"Never listens. Never listens."

Finally, his hand lowered to reveal a distant gaze. He took another large gulp from his flask before squirreling it away into his robes.

"Hair's long like her mother's. 'Cept dark. Eyes too. Dark. She's tiny, stronger'n she looks. Always healing people she's got no business healing. She..." his voice faltered. "She's got two marks on her back. She doesn't know. They're wings."

As he spoke, his hand disappeared into his robes one last time to retrieve a small brush. It was old, but clean and well taken care of. In fact, it looked too clean at first, until, upon closer inspection, one could see a single dark strand of hair. It seemed to radiate energy and magic and a hint of lavender.

"This is hers. This belongs to Millie." He said as he handed over the single tiniest shred of evidence he possessed.

Looking up at the confusion on blurred faces, he suddenly grew defensive.

"What are you waiting for? Take it! Use it to find Mi-"
His voice halted. When he spoke again, his voice was shaky. He sounded vulnerable and lost.

"Please, take it. Find her. Find Alexia."
His lips pursed.

Pain twisted his already tortured face. The once cantankerous old drunk suddenly became a lost little boy. He sat in silence for a long time simply trying not to completely break down.
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 3:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

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'Twas at that very moment, in his harrowed fervor to garner the Captain's sympathy, that a harsh thrusting of the entryway door sounded. Passing through the threshold proceeded an absurdly tall figure clad in heavy-looking plate armor composed of a notably foreign alloy. A banner marking his crest was present on both his adorning mantle and the fabric that served to obscure the majority of his leg pieces. What's more, it seemed to be faintly littered with runic seals, though it was hard to discern due to the regalia's comparably gem-like luster.

Sooner or later, the statuesque knight's footfalls saw him poised before the front counter... that is until his unseen gaze granted him the insight of the scene playing out a short ways yonder. There he spied the person he'd come to see comforting a curious bystander. Tapping the counter in passing reverence to the kindly desk staff, he'd make strides over to the bewildered fellow and the Captain.

"What seems to be the problem here?" the imposing knight inquired in his callous, almost droning timbre, his demeanor made all the more unapproachable to most by the metallic filter of having to speak through a full, angular sheet of protective metal. It was a wonder he could even see at all. What he failed to remember was that he'd never truly given Hope a chance to see him clad in his full knight's garb, so there was a good chance she would fail to recognize him unless she sensed his lingering spirit therein.

"I'm not certain what I might be able to help with, but I'm not averse to aiding those in need," he added, his garb's mesh's shifting accompanied by a soft clink as he folded his arms over one another atop his chest in waiting.

What a curious thing for a knight to say, given that it would typically be the compunction of an orderly individual like him that would prevent him from refusing service to the needy. Perhaps this soldier belonged to no such order?
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 3:03 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

He warred with the decision for a moment or two. Should he medicate himself into another drunken stupor by emptying his flask, or save whatever he had left to help him eventually pass out and get through the night? Before he had a chance to make up his mind, he found himself staring at a moving, talking suit of armor. Completely unfazed, he simply lifted his gaze to where the knight's eyes should be and spoke.

"My charge is missing." He said, simply. He motioned to the poster in the captain's hand.

"My magic isn't what it used t'be, but I could always sense she was around. Now... there's nothing." His eyes grew misty and faraway.

"S'like she's fading away." He murmured softly. With a small shake if his head, he seemed to return to the present.

“She’s always poking ‘er nose where it doesn’t belong. She hasn’t learned t’heal herself. If someone’s hurt her, she won’t last long.”
His eyes added to the urgency of his words. He was certain she was in trouble and wouldn’t last much longer.
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 3:18 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Lex groaned softly, trying to remember where she was. Nothing looked familiar. She couldn't see her humble little bed or the stacks of books from the bookstore. No great inviting hearth of the inn or whispering trees from the glenn. In fact, she couldn't see anything. There wasn't a shred of light and her tiny body ached against a freezing cold concrete floor.

She tried to sit up and heard the soft clink of chains. Her hands and feet were bound. She gave the shackles on her wrist a test pull and was met with searing pain wherever they touched her skin.

'I'm cuffed in iron.' She thought as she remembered her 'allergy.'

She waited for her eyes to adjust until she finally realized that one eye was completely swollen shut and the other was stinging from some sticky substance dripping into it. Eventually she recognized the substance as her own blood slowly trickling from a nasty gash above her eyebrow.

Bewildered, she tried to remember what she last saw and how she could have ended up in this predicament. All she could recall was being at the bookstore, but that seemed like ages ago. She was going to have to rely on what little clues she could find on herself in vain hopes of jogging her memory.

As she slowly became more and more awake, she began noticing a few things. Her clothes, although filthy and badly mistreated, were still on her body. She spared only a brief moment of relief before she continued on. She seemed to have only one boot and the little silver blade, hardly better than a letter opener, was gone.

She sighed, feeling defeated, and closed her eyes, gently leaning her head on the wall on which she was propped and tethered to. She knew she should try to stay awake, but the iron cuffs were sapping the strength from her battered frame. She'd only close her eyes for a few minutes, then get back to trying to figured everything out. Just a few minutes.
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 1:10 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hope gathered in the details from the old man, the heavy fog of alcohol fumes rolling over her giving her moments of memory to days working disturbance calls at the micro breweries in Clover Rock. The offered hair brush was accepted with grave appreciation. She had a visual representation of the missing victim, a positive identifying mark to look for on any potentially found missing persons the did come across, a bit of a glimpse into the girls mental state and behavior and the final piece, hard evidence in the form of a strand of hair. She was by no means a magical person, some in the office would swear otherwise and make little gestures when they thought she wasn't looking to ward off some preconceived ideas they had, but she was just a very astute police woman with a variable.

Hope was about to reassure Owen that they were going to start looking right away when the suit of armor walked in. Cats and kettles and all things blue she was going to have words with the front desk about just letting people walk into an interview session. Well it was too late for that thought, the suit of armor was there though something gave a good old Scottish tug on her gut and psyche that she knew this person somehow. She shoved that reliable feeling to the side for the moment. In those few moments the suit of armor was getting more information from Owen than she'd gotten.

So the man could, or had been able to sense the missing Alexia. That was valuable to know. Right now though she had to consider the current situation of a man well into the bottle to console himself and another man in armor offering assistance.

Hope stood to her unimpressive height of five foot eight inches. "Evening sir." She addressed the suit of armor. "Several problems are here, one of them is that my staff let someone just walk into my interview." A side lean to the front desk.

The officer there blanched a little. "He looked clear and clean. Honest!"

Hope squinted a bit. "Refresher class, Monday, I better see you there Tony."

The front desk officer swallowed and shrank a bit.

Hope then turned her attention back to the suit of armor. "You've already heard the other problem. Missing person, Alexia Longbow, by the poster she's an apprentice mage and from what Mr. Owen has described has a bit more class time to take on common sense perhaps. I'm not one to judge. Been missing a few days at best estimate. Mr. Owen reports that she likes to heal people without using better judgement. Given how riled up RhyDin has been lately, that means she could have been mixed up into any one of the many incidents we have reports on from all of the divisions."

Hope gave the brush in her hand a long inspection. "We've got a long roster of missing people we are trying to investigate already in addition to the mess these protests have sparked. Alexia has two marks on her back, per Mr. Owen. They look like wings. So we will be keeping an eye out for any of the already reported persons found. As to the ones still missing, we have a strand of hair here that is hers. I'm going to hand a section of the hair over to our MCSI team to see if the can get a tracker spell worked up for it."

She gave the suite of armor a long inspecting stare. Gut instinct back again. "May I ask who you are? If you are keen on helping Mr. Owen out as well, I'd more than appreciate it being something we are aware of instead of one more vigilante group that goofed and now we have to clean up."

Hope looked to Mr. Owen and asked him a direct question. "Mr. Owen, I know it's a rough time, but I need you to try and focus. Do you recall or remember anyone frequenting your residence or place of business that was against anyone that used magic or disliked anyone that was not human?"
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 5:18 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The helmet lowered to the distraught man, parsing what information was able to glean and locking it away in the deep repository that was his decidedly bookish mind. Averting his gaze quite momentarily in the interest of respect to the Captain, Hope's explanation of the situation and summary inquiry pried as straightforward an answer from him as he could muster, the animate plate mail keeping the introductions to as terse a minimum as possible.

"Lucius, The Dark Sun... Honored Servant to both Eternal House and Alchemy House within the scope of Bristle Crios Academy and Covetous Moon to Her Radiance, Lady Amaterasu. I serve as another of the institution's guardians," he responded curtly, apparently far more interested in hearing what else this Owen had to say amid his woe-ridden stupor than explaining himself to someone he felt could learn the information she sought to obtain herself, given time. He was a faith-favored swordsman beholden to a goddess, as so many others were. Naught more, naught less. A glance in the direction of the poster compounded his fears that it might have, in fact, had something to do with the overarching veil of pretense that was the Humanity First movement and the insurgent, vigilante forces taking the law into their own hands of late.

Returning his attention to the man, his demeanor went cold once more. He'd not impede Hope's inquisition if it meant he acquired more data to confer with the others and subsequently act upon. That said, the fact that the Watch possessed a team dedicated to investigating the mystical and scientific aspects of criminal behavior instilled within him an genuine, if brief sense of relief. The poor guys must have been overworked by this point. The reports had indeed piled up since he'd last submitted his findings to the Captain a ways back. Another thought had crossed his mind, but he dismissed it, seeing as he doubted its relevance to the case at hand. That, or he didn't want to believe it was a possibility. At all.

"Any and all knowledge you can impart upon us will ultimately only serve to hasten the search for and eventual rescue of your yet-young ward. If she's not capable of lasting, then it is to our mutual benefit if you were to give the Captain as much in the way of reliable testimony as you are able," he urged him, the passive serenity of his voice failing to accurately betray the gravity of what he'd said. Thankfully, it would also likely not stir up his emotions too much, nor should it serve to undermine Jubal's control of the conversation's flow, either. There wasn't much in the vein of impetus to his vocals at the moment.
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 7:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"S'all I've got." He rasped. His hands were beginning to tremble and his head ached viciously. Cotton mouthed, he began fumbling in the folds of his robe.

"F'you can find someone who can sense magic, y'might be able to track her. She's stronger'n she looks. Stronger'n she knows." He didn't have the courage to admit he should have taken better care of her, no matter how many swigs he took from the flask he finally found.

Feeling defeated, he rose shakily and looked around, dazed, and took a few tentative steps with no particular direction. As he began to wander off, he muttered to himself, lost in hazy thought.
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Hope rubbed her face a bit. Lucius. Right, the other gentleman she was looking for missing people on. You'd think with so many missing people, they'd have clues and find some, but then again, RhyDin plays its cards close to its chest.

"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Owen. MCSI well get to work right away on a divination spell to track her with the hair provided to us. I will also ask Mr. Lucius here, if has proficiency in this area as well. The city of late has been turbulent and every second of delay is a second she loses a chance for being found."

She gave the man a gentle, reaffirming pat to his shoulder and nodded to an officer to escort Mr. Owen back home safely.

Hope then turned back to Lucius. "Considering we are already working together, I apologize for the scrutiny. We don't often get people in full plate armor walking into this office. And you're working for Lady Amaterasu? Well, then that tells me that you have plenty of credibility if the alchemist trusts someone to lend her a hand."

She waved a woman over to her that brought a small clear evidence bag and scissors made entirely of obsidian. She carefully snipped the hair strand in half, placed on half in the bag and sent the woman with evidence and scissors off to the MCSI department. She held out the other end to Lucius. "Well shall we see if we can find our missing Alexia Longbow?
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 2:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Worry not..."

As Lucius spoke, he brought a hand up to his chest, his metallic form becoming encased in a silhouette of sheer, crystalline light. There was a minor burst of visible radiance and warmth before his self-illuminating display ceased, a cloak-laden and slightly shorter figure surfacing to take up residence where the armor had once been. Alas, she would likely have recognized this frame as belonging to Crios Instructor, Zynisch Lucis. So, that was him after all?

"It's not oft I take that form when it isn't necessarily needed. That was merely a test to see just how long I could maintain it without suffering any condemning effects or weakness. Of course, I can't exactly stay in it, were I to help you. It restricts my magical prowess for the sake of sheer martial ability."

Having suitably concluded his explanation, he freed one of his arms from beneath the silken mantle he wore and rose its requisite palm up to the remaining portion of hair, closing his eyes that he might concentrate more intently on the mystic properties the hair yet retained. Severed though it might have been, the tiny protein string responded, exuding a light jade aura in response to his prodding. Such was a success.

"I'll return to consciousness momentarily. You're welcome to take hold of my body to see what I see, but I'm not certain your mind will be able to handle the strain. Typically only practiced diviners and adept mages can undermine the mystically harrowing influence of the arcane and divine for extended periods, but I see no reason not to try if you're genuinely curious."

What a wordy scholar, this one. With that, his body relaxed as he forewent the bonds of its situational awareness to glimpse the vision... Of course, what he would see, he wasn't even close to prepared for. Though he could not hear, and the vision was exceptionally vague, the mere sight of such a potentiality would shock him to his core.
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The vision took his mind and those of any that served to make contact with him to an undisclosed and seemingly sealed-off location deep underground somewhere... Intentionally obscured were the sounds that outsiders who deigned to peer in with unwanted eyes attempted to glean for confidentiality's sake. Whatever they could grasp wasn't by the will of the forces that inhibited them...


Therein a figure stepped, clad in an ornate, alabaster cloak-robe and carrying a clipboard of eldritch make and fashion. A few steps out of the rift from which he appeared saw him poised before what looked to be magicked glass. A cursory glance inside would reveal the girl situated amid an utterly darkened room. It was more akin to a prison than a dwelling of any suitable merit. Was he studying her or something?

"Awake, are you...? Good, good. You seem to have recovered from that drubbing rather well given the circumstances. My brothers-in-arms will be glad to know that your recuperative properties extend beyond your ability to heal others," spoke the voice, unbeknownst to the man observing him from the aether. It would not be long, as he recorded his findings on the odd page, that another voice sounded.

"Do you plan on keeping her long, Kallim?"

Another, decidedly more feminine form stepped into the room, clad in the same garb as the more masculine figure appeared to be. In time, she would come to regard the caged woman, settling in posture with her arms folded behind her back beside the first arrival and speaking to him as though they were colleagues.

"I see no problem with this, Kaiah... The High Ones wanted to measure the exceptional traits of mixed races and determine their worth. Surely you recall that order being sent down the rungs of the hierarchy's ladder, yes?"

"I am more than aware. I'm just curious as to why this one was special enough that they had one of the rank-and-file abduct her. Our Lord isn't the sort for meaningless kidnapping. He typically utilizes the forms of whomever he takes. Ahhh, Our Lord... Such a gentleman. He doesn't waste anything he appropriates."

"Yes... Quite," the first figure responded, raising the arm that held the pen to his lips so that he might clear his throat. "Your religious zeal with regards to Him is astounding and impressive to bear witness to, but that is not why we are here. Take care to remember that. The High Ones have expressed a desire to see these curious beings apprehended thus, that they might be tools for experimentation. I look forward to the test data this one could provide us with. Hnhn."

"Right, right. This one looks to be either elven or fae, or even both. The High Ones don't take too kindly to celestials and fell creatures, but I was under the distinct impression that Our Lord wasn't ill-acquainted with these creatures, nor does He bear them any ill will. I wonder what his goal is."

"Ah, but you see, this is the desire of the Seventh Lord. He was the one who had her imprisoned, seeking to make an example of her and draw out the myriad of movements working for the sake of humanity of late. He seems to detest the idea that humans would be subjugated on behalf of supposedly inferior creatures. Regardless, it isn't our place to question the whims of the Esoterics. It is merely our station to obey," he returned, recording the last of his notes before reaching forward and conjuring up a console of hard light. Pressing down on a button, he called out to her, smirking as he did so.

"Subject. State your name for the record, if you would."
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 2:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Awake, are you...?" The voice startled her into a more definitive state of consciousness. Her mind swam with dizziness, muffling the seemingly disembodied voice. When her head finally cleared a bit, it began to throb mercilessly, making it difficult, but not impossible to concentrate on the conversation taking place.

She was only able to catch snippets here and there, but her suspicions were confirmed. She was in incredibly deep trouble. Desperate to make some kind of sense, she pleaded with her memories to return, and eventually, in small flashes, they would. She vividly remembered leaving the bookstore. Something just in the distance caught her attention. No, not something. Someone. She had seen a figure doubled over and her immediate instinct was to help.

As she approached the figure, she idly thought in the back of her mind that she had seen this person before. Perhaps at the protests, or just around RhyDin. In any case, she felt more than compelled to use her natural talents and heal whatever might have been ailing the being. And that's when things became less clear. Everything happened so quickly. A sharp pain at the base of her skull, swift, strong hands snatching at her thin arms, then darkness.

And now she was chained, beaten, and terribly frightened. Not just because of the plight. Certain realizations were coming to light and she had neither the strength, nor the mental well-being to handle them. She couldn't touch iron, Master Owen told her it was an allergy. She had oddly pointed ears, Master Owen told her it was a birth defect. She had a natural ability to heal others but could never quite manage to heal herself no matter how hard she tried. Master Owen never spoke of that. The final straw was when one of the robed figures called her fae.

She knew she would have to come to terms with all of this, but for now, she was being addressed.

"...your name for the record, if you would."


In her mind, she demanded answers. 'Where am I? Why are you doing this to me? Who are you?!' But at first, she was barely able to manage a small raspy moan. Still, she summoned what was left of her strength and lifted her head, defiantly staring toward where she thought the voice may have come from.

"N-No."
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Hope was often one to refrain from mixing into magical practices as she often thought she had no gift with it. A mundane human from some variation of Earth and a keeper of the peace on top of that. However, since her introduction and work with the 27th and a Hunter named Mach, her trip down the rabbit hole of RhyDin was one full of turbulence and catching the Jabberwocky by the tail. Having talked with and been around enough magic users enough she both understood and saw when Lucius went into that trance.

Did she grab his arm or not? Tick Tock dear Alice. She'd took a hold of his arm and just hoped the continued oddities of what her head kept feeling like wouldn't get worse. Mad Hatter shoved in a biscuit box! Her brain ached as she was pulled along mentally into that scrying spell of Lucius.

Hope wasn't sure how much time was passing but she kept everything she saw before them deeply etched in her mind. Holding facility of some sort. Above or below ground was not clear. Their missing person was quite possibly in the darkened room beyond the viewing glass unless they shaved her head bald and left the hair where they were now viewing. She cuffed that pessimism on the ear soundly and continued the observation. Two persons of high interest. Male and Female. Kallim for the male per the female identifying him, and Kaiah for the female per Kallim identifying her. However the robe-cloaks obscured most of their features. Possibly a cult? She'd have to ask Lucius if he'd seen the style before.

Some sort of collection program for testing and experimenting on various races. Could be a tie in to the non-human protests but this felt too well organized and documented for that. Plus the mention of Hierarchy and, High Ones, a Lord these two served and a 7th Lord who seems to be implicated in this testing. She heard Kallim asking the person in the cell to say there name. The captured person refused and seemed with out a clue for the reason being there. It was a female voice. Quite possible their missing person? Without a clear visual on the woman in the dark room there was a large margin of error for positive identification. Yet the scrying with the hair lead here. That meant the MCSI better get a working tracker spell running soon.


Hope would remain touching Lucius for as long as he continued the scrying to witness as much as she could. She was going to need a whole bottle of aspirin after this and maybe get into the Die Hard Hall of Fame for most Aspiring Chugged on duty.
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"Hnhnhn. Now, darling. We can't have that now, can we?"

As the cloak known to them as Kallim began to speak, another rift opened behind them from whence the raspy tones had originated: an event that prompted the two robe-cloaks to turn away from their captive. As one would surmise from the considerably flashier entrance and the haughty tone the vocals took, a rather imposing phantom spilled forward the pocket of void. The entity looked to belong to the same order; however, the inky darkness, ornate gem-crafting, and golden filigree woven into his own robe bespoke of the alleged High Ones they had mentioned... well, that and the pronounced bow that both white robes extended to him as he neared. Rising with the dismissive wave of his hand, the two regarded him.

"The Seventh... Here? Now? How humbling..."

"Ah, right on time. Punctual as ever, Master Rialza. As you can see, the specimen has been apprehended. The preliminary examination has already occurred. All that remains is her submission to the tests," Kallim remarked, veering back around to gesture to the woman inside from behind his clipboard. "The louse in question, I fear... remains obstinate."

Another wave of indifference met the scientist's update on the matter, followed by a pressing down of this Rialza's shadowy palm to the glass that shielded them from her. The digits that slipped free from that thick, sleeve of the being clacked against the thick pane with their clawed edges; all the while, a crooked grin seemed to form over whatever constituted for the being's visage, obscured as it was.

"It may have been some time since I returned to this Realm, but you aren't revealing anything to me that I did not realize before I came here, good doctor. It'd be best for the lot of us if you kept your remarks to a minimum whilst I communed with this lesser creature. I am responsible for the lives of those under my employ, after all. I'd rather not make any unwanted errors."

The High One's remark left them both as silent as they could be, chilled to the bone by his unwavering ill intent. There was a sense of decorum in him that Kallim could respect, but that aura of obscene giddiness at the thought of having his way with the staff Their Lord had allotted him was enough incentive to bend to his whims.

Finally, the specter pressed forward, the wards on the glass shaping around him and displacing their mystic flow to permit him unrestricted entry. It was with a casual saunter that the dark coat came upon the cowering mixed breed, regarding her with the same unsettling grin that came before. Just when they had begun to understand, he shot a glance in the direction of where he sensed the eyes of onlookers. With the apparent snapping of his grisly digits, the connection that Zynisch and Hope availed of was abruptly severed. Only an eerie chuckling could be heard as their view was forcibly rebuked.

"Interlopers, eh? Forgive me, you two... Hnhn. I don't particularly enjoy an audience... Especially when I'm in the midst of... acquiring data. Goodbye for now..."
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