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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 9, 2018 19:20:55 GMT -6
"Ugh.." Of course the detective wasn't going to help. Why had she even bothered to ask? "Right, well then..Time to improvise."
It took a minute, but Cheyenne managed to schlep enough boxes over to the center of the room to errect a makeshift "private" area. It was far from perfect, and the mismatching boxes didn't synch up too well, leaving tiny gaps a person could see through. Knowing the paranoid officer would use any excuse in the book at this point, she decided she'd have to fix it somehow. "Hmm.." slowly circling the cardboard "walls," her eyes darted from top to bottom as carefully as she could. "Yeah, this'll work. One second."
Cheyenne darted back to her desk, and fished out a Sharpie from the top drawer. Though it looked unassuming to the mortal eye, it had been heavily enchanted, and thoroughly blessed by the woman she used to work for. A priestess of the Allfather, and Elder Ways. Just touching it was enough to bring back a flood of of emotions, the old woman's passing may have been half a decade ago, but it still felt far too near. But now wasn't the time for that, and shaking her head she gripped it tightly enough to turn her knuckles white, she setting upon the boxes without delay. "Just have to bear with me for a moment, Ms. Bronson.."
She popped the cap off the marker, a surprisingly woodsy aroma inmediately wafting through the room in response, and began. Her work started at the top of the middle-most pillar of the "back wall," and with each stroke of the Sharpie the presence of magic swelled in the office. Her glyphs were the Old Glyphs, before the language of the Saxon Futhorc, before the ways of men, and Gods had been lost, when Tyr was Teiwaz, and Odín was Wotan there was Elder Futhark. And it still carried much power, whether in the hands of a mundane, or Runic mage. She wrote quickly, and with purpose, and by the time she was done not a single gap in the "privacy screen" could be found. Every box had congealed into a single slab of cardboard, one for each of the three "walls", with the final Glyph.
Cheyenne knew that makeshift imprisonment spell would come in handy someday. She didn't even need to bother with a fourth wall, as once Molly stepped in to the center the two sidewalls would swing in, and fuse to form a triangle. She hoped the woman wasn't claustrophobic. Walking back to her desk she shot Molly a beaming smile. "Okay then, Sergeant. If you'd be so kind as to step in to the center.."
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Post by demikara on Sept 10, 2018 4:48:10 GMT -6
Molly eyed the others work and snorted. That was...one way of doing things. She stepped into the center of the boxes only for them to swing shut. "...Doctor. If this is some kind of trap, I assure you I will mentally scream loud enough every telepath in the building will hear, including the Warden. And I have a Very Loud mental voice." And she wasn't about to put up with being trapped again. Still the other had managed to come up with a privacy screen, so Molly supposed she was clever enough.
That didn't mean she was happy being trapped. "And I should advise you. This situation will not work for any other detective in this building. Especially the Warden." If the other could even get Catherine in here, which Molly seriously doubted. As it was, Molly was inches away from stepping out of this plane and out of this entrapment, assuming she could. Given the quick work, Molly had a good feeling that she in fact could. There wasn't much that kept her in one place. The last time she had been trapped, she had Molly specific wards to keep her in combined with heavily warded cuffs that prevent the use of magic entirely.
Molly did not do trapped very well, but she managed to keep her voice steady, even as she had paled rather drastically. No she didn't do trapped well at all and right now she felt trapped. The other better not be some kind of weird plant. It had happened before and the sergeant well knew how pitiful MCU defenses were against forged paperwork, forged identity documents. She had already dealt with one plant, rather violently. She'd deal with this one more so, if needed.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 13, 2018 17:59:57 GMT -6
"By Skaldi's mercy," Cheyenne huffed, her paitence eroding more quickly now. This officer was beyond childish, and if everyone working here was so just as entitled, and fussy it was going to be one hell of an uphill battle. "I've force-fed children with measles, colic, and even cholera who pitched less of a fit. And had better observational skills." She banged on one of the cardboard walls to illustrate her point, even her lackluster strength was enough to dent the almost spongey matter. It wouldn't take a lot of effort to "break out."
"You're about as trapped as a stoner in a planetarium, now. Be still, and drop your glamour please. I need to alter my examination field."
With a snap of her fingers the entire office was flooded with a faint, spectral blue light. Almost the entire floor space from her desk, to the door, and either wall had been painstakingly covered in Runes. Like tiny spirits they hung in the air, each pulsing pallid light in time with Cheyenne's heart beat, as if they too were alive. It taken the entire previous night to set up the rune-field, Elder Futhark was a beautiful, but difficult dialect, and blending a slew of medical terminologies, and proper nouns together was an art unto itself. By her mentor's standard it was rudimentary at best, but those with an eye for the craft would be able to tell otherwise. It was encompassing to a point of Orwellian invasiveness.
The thrum of magic at the epicenter, where a thousand scattered lines intersected like illegible scrawl of a lunatic, would be intense. A normal, mundane human would probably feel like their soul was burning due tonthe concentration, but she'd been assured the MCU officers could handle it. Thankfully, as she hadn't had time to install safeguards, or channels for offloading excess energy.
The "doctor" took a moment to just stare, sure it was probably egotistical, but she was proud of herself, and had every right to be! Few could weave a feild like that, and fewer still would think to. The runic way was so often pigeonholed into a quasi-enchantment aesthetic. "Alrightie then.." she shuffled about the edges of the weave, careful not to touch any of the suspended glyphs, and invoke a disaster. "Age, and race you said, right?" Lucky from them both such rudimentary things were in the outside edges, and it didn't take her long to locate them both. Quick strokes of the fingers, a muttered word here, and there, all accompanied by a rush of magickal feedback, and they'd be no more.
"Ready, detective?"
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Post by demikara on Sept 13, 2018 18:14:02 GMT -6
"Age and race." She confirmed and double checked there were no breaks in the wall and that she could tear it. "And magic can make cardboard as hard as steel." She pointed out, then, reluctantly, dropped her glamour. She was small now, 4'11" max. The difference in height was disorienting and she swallowed. She was half drowning in the clothes she had been wearing and was clearly incredibly uncomfortable. She also looked wildly different.
Gone were the clearly nordic features, her height, and he relatively slim body with the fairest skin she had been able to think of. Gone was her blond hair, rounded ears, and any chance of appearing even vaguely adult. Instead, there was a small girl with nut brown skin and hair only shades lighter with eyes to match. Her ears now came to a distinct point and there was something unusual about her nose or her jaw. It was difficult to say, but it was something not human.
Clearly deeply uncomfortable, Molly took a deep breath and crossed her arms, not happy this was happening. With the glamour down, she felt incredibly vulnerable. she knew she'd have to...at the end of the case, she had no choice but to be comfortable in this foreign seeming skin, but that didn't change the fact that she felt exposed. Swallowing, the child held her wedding ring and searched for strength. It was just a physical exam. The other would never know her age or race. It was going to be okay and hey, it was one time. She could fudge every one after this, same as she had been doing for years. "Alright. I'm ready." Her voice was different, younger, higher pitched and the sound of it ever so slightly more melodious.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 13, 2018 18:56:17 GMT -6
Cheyenne nodded once Molly confirmed, quite pleased to have the whole ordeal almost over. The other had a decent point about her "imprisonment," magic could do the damnedest things as this whole exam pointed out. She caught the pitch-shift in voice though, but didn't give it too much thought. Anyone would sound like a Pixie after parading about at almost secen feet. Her thoughts turned more inwards, realizing she'd have to make more a point of explaining how spells worked in the future, she figured. They were older in nature, and often far too literal for their own good. Or her own. The one she'd used for the privacy box was designed for stone, or steel, possibly even a durable timber in an emergency, but nothing else really. That was why the boxes were so mushy, the magick was doing the best it could in form, devoid of the function it utilized. "Alright, the examination itself takes twenty full seconds, please remain as still as you can. Don't want any unfortunate jolts happening.."
It was primarily safe, but if the patient got a little too antsy at just the wrong time, well.. "Small chance you could be struck by lightning, but if you just relax, you'll be fine," she assured.
Without anymore delays, or giving the difficult officer the chance to try and befuddle the field, she began. From the moment she spoke again her words would echo, throat possessed of an ethereal voice that clearly didn't belong to her. "Kenaz laguz ansuz isa raidho," she intoned, and the magic of the runes swelled in response. The area Molly was in was effected the most, the ghostly glow growing brighter, and brighter until it was dazzling enough to blind most, and fully engulfing her figure. Each person experience the "scan" differently, although most told Cheyenne it felt like being in a pool of Jell-o, mixed with extreme static cling.
The information the doctor needed would be gathered quickly, all of it compiling as fast as the runes could write themselves onto a specially, pre-prepared stack of papers sitting on her desk. A formality, and reference really, as the information would first pass through Cheyenne's own mind. She closed her eyes, and let it happen, trying to fight, or make immediate sense of what could only be described as an information overload was futile at best. And quite literally maddening at worst.
A thousand statistics raced through her head; bone density, hormone levels, dietary intake, plaque build up, cholesterol, residual magical build up, any, and all breaks, and fractures past, and present. Right down to the the exact number of gut bacteria currently alive, and active. It all served to paint a better picture of who Molly was - as an organic machine anyway, not a person. And that was all that mattered to Cheyenne in the end. As the scan came to a close, the information stream became a trickle, and the doctor could focus again. She was content with the results, although exhausted, and aware they likely told her more about Molly than the girl would be comfortable with. She wasn't too worried though, as the "reports" were written in what was essentially runic stenography, meaning that Without a serious application of magical force no one, but her, would be able to make anything out.
"Now see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
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Post by demikara on Sept 13, 2018 19:06:12 GMT -6
"Possibility of lightning!" No one had mentioned that. This was not a good idea. But she still had to do it one time. One time, that's all she would have to do it. Next year, she was going to just falsify her papers. And the other could deal with it. Molly was not dealing with this one more time.
The sensation of being suspended in some strange field of magic overtook her. it lasted entirely too long for her Comfort, but it was over soon enough at least. The second it was over Molly reached for her own magic, not speaking to Cheyenne just yet, and twisted it just so. She wanted her glamour back on and she wanted it on now. But... It wasn't working.
What the hell. Why was her magic not working? This had never happened before. She had been casting the glamour and she could toddle. "What did you do? My glamour won't come up! What the hell." This was the exact opposite of any situation she ever wanted to be in. Molly swallowed and assess the situation. This wasn't ideal. This was terrible in fact, but she could handle this. She just had to make certain nobody saw her. That was doable, but she wanted her magic fixed first. The doctor would help.
"Fix it."
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 23, 2018 14:30:13 GMT -6
"You...What?" Cheyenne's voice cracked, which ironically enough put her pitch nearly on par with Molly's. She didn't have time to chuckle about it though, instead racing over to the runic field in dismay. Something like that this had never happened before, sure a few people had died, but that was just an inherent risk, part of doing business really. You sneeze, you get blown apart by lightning, she had warned Steven, and Thomas, and Elrid, and.. "Oh this is going to kill my reputation, for fuck's sake.." Messing with someone's ability to do magic was a hell of a lot more damning than a few dead guys with colds, that much she knew. Not to mention it gave Molly a hell of a lot of ammo to keep the other officers well away.
"Okay, okay. Just..Just stay there, and for the love of Tyr stay still." She needed to check the integrity of the field, the whole field, and fast, but having someone in the center grid while she did was far from optimal. If Molly jarred any of the complex lines, all of which would be somewhat malleable while Cheyenne inspected, she'd be scrapping fried people-goop off the ceiling. Again.
The doctor knelt down, both of her hands seeking out the nearest runes in an automatic fashion. As soon as she touched them the faint spectral glow surged, each rune rose a little higher into the air, and wavered like a guttering flame. Cheyenne closed her eyes, and followed wach, and every individual line start to finish, like a circuit. The process went surprisingly quick despite the complexity, and size, a testament to her practiced skill in the face of such a blunder. The problem was, fortunately, painfully obvious to boot. Both of the runes she'd do hastily altered to accommodate the detective's paranoia weren't quite as broken as Cheyenne had intended, several others had been heavily altered as well. That, combined with her incantation to result in what could be considered a curse instead of just an examination.
"...Damnit all!" She hissed, eyes flying open as she retracted her touch from the field. It settled back down immediately. "This is not my fault, not even remotely! If you hadn't been so finicky.." It was her fault, at least partially, but somehow total deflection seemed reasonable in the moment. The whole thing reeked of interference, and she knew exactly who to blame. She stood quickly, clearing her throat, and attempted to de-wrinkle her suit. "You seemed to have pissed a God off, sergeant. You'll be fine in a few days, though.."
"Or weeks, months, maybe a year at most. Or two." she thought, after all Loki had an obsession with Hard Truths, and forcing people to confront what they most desired to keep hidden.
"Probably."
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Post by demikara on Sept 23, 2018 15:28:27 GMT -6
Molly swore vividly and held still until the runes had settled again. "Open up the damn area." She said, then rolled her eyes and simple walked through it, brushing herself off on the other side. The small fae child glared up at Cheyenne. "Not your fault? You're the one so cocksure and eager. Not a problem to avoid identifying any thing? And if you say a word, I will gladly walk straight into your house and change all the locks out." There were no commercial wards that could keep Molly out of a place. Commercial wards were very basic thing, generalized and too simple, so they could cover the majority of something. It made breaking them easy, for her at least.
"Fix. This." She reached for her magic and yelped as it sparked at her. Annoyed, she reached for a different aspect and went very still. "My illusions aren't working at all. Space time is still working jsut fine, obviously." She considered and reached for the part of her magic that knew wards inside and out and smiled at the soothing warmth. Protection magic was always soothing to her senses, and she relaxed slightly, letting the warmth slip over her.
She took a deep breath and set to thinking. She was trained extensively in case of emergencies, and this counted as one. If she set to looking, she could likely fix what the issue was, given it would be like breaking a ward on herself. "...you aren't leaving the room until this is fixed." She had to make sure the other couldn't tell others.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 23, 2018 16:45:35 GMT -6
"And how am I supposed to do that, hm?" Cheyenne stared at the girl rather blankly as she seemed to phase right through the privacy area. Why the hell had the runt thrown such a fit over it if she could just do that anyway? Shaking her head, the healer ran through a quick mental checklist of options. "I do runes, and potions, not illusions. I do have potions that create a..Well. Not quite a glamour, buuut," while she'd pieced Molly's age together fairly accurately from the information she got, the clearly Fae features had both thrown her off, and complicated things a fair bit. It did explain a lot, though. "I doubt it would be strong enough as is to do much for a Fae, let alone overcome this little..Mishap."
She still wasn't one hundred percent sure of just what was at play, either. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed possible that her hasty edits could've set off a chain reaction through the grid, essentially commanding truthfulness from Molly about her age, and race. If so any outside attempts at obsecuring either would just fizzle out, but on the plus side it would indeed likely fade in a day or so at most. She was a superstitious woman though, something that was part-and-parcel for those subscribed to the Old Ways. If the Trickster God was at play, as was his preview, trying to further aid Molly in her deception would be...Bad. To put it mildly.
And Cheyenne didn't need a curse of her own.
She turned back towards her desk, absent mindedly fidgeting with her marker as she thought. "Funny thing about runic magic, you know, especially the older the language. It all ties back in to the ancient Norse beliefs," she waved her free hand as if making a profound point. "An art taught to us mortal folk by the Æsir, Vanir, and Giants. And unlike many other pantheons they like to interfere. A lot." Cheyenne stopped fidgeting, and set the marker on her desk with care. It was special, and quite powerful after all. "Quite a few of them have strange preoccupations with honesty, too." She said a quick mental prayer to avoid a smiteing for such a flippant description. "Either the changes to my field you demanded are having unintended side effects, or you've been cursed," she offered Molly a shrug. "Either way, it's above my pay grade. I'll have to call the Warden."
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Post by demikara on Sept 23, 2018 17:03:45 GMT -6
"I do not lie." She growled and she glared darkly at the runes master. She played tricks to be sure, and skirted the truth. But she didn't lie. Doing so left her feeling incredibly disgusted. Her eyes narrowed further. "And I wouldn't bother the warden with this." She said simply. "She's already aware of my...status. Just. Wait there." She twitched her fingers by her eyes and took a deep breath, then breathed out. A network of magic appeared around her and she focused on it carefully, then carefully brought a series of runes to the fore.
"I didn't do this bit." She said simply. "That's on you, side effects and all." And she was going to make it especially difficult for the other to find any of her other patients. Good luck finding her paperwork from now on. Molly was fae, and currently not a happy fae at all. Cheyenne could expect her remaining time in Dallas to be incredibly difficult. Molly wondered how the good doctor felt about frogs and snakes. "I...know a bit about runes, but not these." She did wards, not runes.
Even her paperwork told the truth about her age. It was impossible to read species, and the day and month of her 'physical' was the same every year. Years were...they were fuzzy things to Molly, as was most time. All she had needed to go was put the current date on it, and well. That was the date. She never said it was the date she took the exam. That was just usually implied. No one had ever asked her.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 23, 2018 17:38:54 GMT -6
Cheyenne just rolled her eyes at the petulant child, so full of angst. So far, by the healer's count, that was the third threat leveled at her, and it was straining her patience. Mishap or not she was simply doing her job - a job she was hired to do by those who oversaw the MCU. It was hardly her fault Molly resisted it so hardily, or that her overblown sense of privacy had consequences. "Lying isn't merely limited to speaking non-truths, Ms.Bronson, omission exists as well. Among other things." She knew enough of Faekind to be aware of their inability to outright "lie" in the conventional sense, but that didn't make them honest. She found them to be notorious rules lawyers, and prone to bending, or spinning everything they could get their hands on from her limited personal experience, and research. If anything they were a lot worse than humans when it came to actual honesty.
"You parade around day in, and day out as everything but what you truly are. You live a lie, and such things always draw Loki's gaze, much to His detriment."
The sudden apperence of magic cut her lecture short, and Cheyenne watched with interest as Molly navigated the network. Dishonest tricksters, or not the Fae handled magic in ways few other creatures could. When the officer drew attention to the string of runes the answer was clear. Kaunaz stood first, and foremost among them, both a part of her incantation, and something divine. Its meaning was clear, a direct demand of knowledge, and a request for illumination in the context provided, but it was far more versitle than just that. It often had to do with one determining their reality through force - magickal means. In other words, illusions.
It also served as Loki's own rune, any, and all meaning ascribed to it, positive or negative, came from Him. If the Gods were at play here Cheyenne was now quite sure it wasn't through direct intervention, but a "happy" coincidence. Sometimes the stars just aligned, so to speak.
"Right, those are definitely mine, however they've decided to bond to you for reasons all their own. Reasons, no doubt, provided by you. I'm pretty sure I can fix this, but either way I'll have to inform the Warden," she stepped closer, and had to crane down to better inspect the magic stuck to Molly. "Part of the job, and all..Although.." There was definitely a clear, and easy path to breaking the spell, too clear in fact. Cheyenne studied them a little longer, determined to proceed with a bit more caution considering what both of their impatience had caused. After a solid minute of silence she sighed, "Breaking them may not end well. As far as I can tell they'll fade on their own once satisfied, which makes how clear their erasure is troubling. Normally things like this are complex, each rune twisted, and overlapping to protect whatever intent is at their core..This is just..In the open. If I didn't know better, I'd call it a trap."
She straightened up, and offered the child another dispassionate shrug, "Your life, your call, but don't blame me if something worse happens."
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Post by demikara on Sept 23, 2018 18:04:36 GMT -6
"I am Sergeant Molly Bronson, wardbreaker and pla-" She stopped herself there and continued on. "And MCU specialist. That is the truth. And I wear the form I have worn for years. It is no more a lie than the glamour other wear, and no more a lie than putting on makeup is for a mundane. My makeup is just a good deal more than simple powders." And she could not be a sergeant if she looked like a child. There was much she could not be if she looked like a child, and a serious reason why she was so very careful to never look like a child. It was hard enough, reigning in the more childish impulses and she knew it. Her eyes narrowed on the other. She looked Cheyenne over and considered things. "If no one asks, is it even an omission? I owe no one more than what they ask." And no one asked if they saw what they expected to see. She pinched her nose and counted down from ten in her head. Being angry wasn't going to get her anywhere, and she knew more than most how to manage the instinctual urge to make the other pay. She sighed heavily. "What are the...requirements for satisfaction?" If it was just a few days, she could take sick leave. If it was for more than a few days, then something else would need to be done. It wasn't as if her boss wasn't well aware of the issue. There were other things at stake here, right now, and this idiocy was not acceptable.
She could get her satisfaction out of the doctor in time. Right now, the more important thing was undoing the runes. She was definitely not coming again, regardless of any black mail the other attempted. Still, if she was messing with god tier runes, she knew better than to try it without extensive research and work first. It would not be easily done, and may simply be easier to fulfill it's satisfaction. That was the key information she needed to know. If she had to speak that ridiculous truth out loud, that she was, well. That she was a fae child, she was not going to be pleased. She had been living as an adult since she was 20. Her body may be a child's but she could not even imagine going back to a child's life.
Still, she didn't actually want to take on a God in any way. That could be bad for her. She knew she didn't have that skill and you could only run so far to escape their wrath. "And there's no need to bother the warden over it. Go to the directors or something. They're the ones supposed to be in charge of Dallas. The Warden's position and that of her team are separate." Of course, given Molly was on that team, technically, Molly wasn't fully under the directors either, but well. The other was new enough she may not fully realize the ramification of it at all. Still, nothing she had said was wrong. There was no need, as it wasn't food, water, or shelter. The directors were supposed to be in charge of the Dallas office. And the warden's team was a separate entity from the regular branch, more mobile than others. The sentences were just, well, misleading in there order and in the implications.
Molly stretched the meaning of truth rather far, rather often. But she didn't lie, by her own terms. People just never thought to ask the right questions.
Like most fae, Molly was one hell of a rules lawyer.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 24, 2018 6:55:07 GMT -6
Cheyenne considered both the child's statements, and question equally before speaking up. The more Molly revealed about herself, however indirectly it was, the more the healer understood just why this was happening. It was becoming quite clear that not only did the "specialist" have an outright disregard for any form of rules, beyond her conveniently selected, and heavily twisted own, but that she was quite accustomed to riding roughshod over anyone in her way. Not so dissimilar to Loki, really, and chances are the fickle God was attempting to help the Fae girl just as much as he was hindering her. She could empathise really, more than once Cheyenne herself had been on the receiving end of rather questionable "help," though from drastically different sources.
It almost made her want to genuinely help. Almost. Molly's attitude had fostered no good will. And truth be told, Cheyenne hated kids.
"We do not choose who we are, but rather our Wyrd does. The hardest part of anyone's life is balancing themselves against it. You eternally swim upstream, I'd wager." Cheyenne walked around her desk, flopping herself down on the creaky old chair behind it. While it was true that she knew little of how the MCU worked, and hadn't even been given an orientation for her own medbay, she did have strict orders when it came to the specialists. All problems were to be taken to Warden Dumitrescu.
Snatching up the relevent part of the old deskphone on the corner she gave Molly another dry glare. "As for its satisfaction, I'm no priestess. Judging by the runes' intensity," her nimble fingers began punching in a flurry of numbers. "I'd say three-ish days, tops, bu-" A receptionist picked up quicker than she anticipated, and Cheyenne raised a finger to, essentially, stick Molly on hold.
"Yes, this is 'Doctor' Richter, Medical Bay One, yeah, first days you know? Anyway, can you connect me to Warden Dumitrescu please? Yeah, I'm afraid we have a bit of an issue here an- Uh, yeah it involves Sergeant Bronson. How di- Right, right. No, of course! I'm happy to hold, I've heard how busy she can be, thank you."
She stuck her other hand over the receiver, and turned her attention back to Molly, a not-so-subtle grin tugging at her lips. "Guess you have a reputation, anyway. I wouldn't count on too many exacts with Lokean magic involved. In theory though they'll shatter the second you've appeased them. If I had to guess as to how, well..I'd say act your age for awhile."
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Post by demikara on Sept 24, 2018 10:36:00 GMT -6
"I'm 67! What am I supposed to do, take up knitting?" Act her age? It wasn't like she had ever met a fae her age, ever. Molly had spent her life among humans, had been raised human, and was, culturally at least, very human. There was a reason she was able to twist things so much. She sighed and leaned against the wall. "Guess I can work from home for three-ish days." That wouldn't be too bad, especially if she was just tracking things down. Or she could tell people she had been cured.
Still at the note of the reputation, she snickered. "Yeah, a bit. I'm always getting into things." She admitted and grinned, pleased. "That's just plain curiosity there. I like knowing how things work." And tended not to look before she leaped, but she was the equivalent of a 12 year old in size if more developed than one, so that wasn't too surprising. She was better than most 12 year olds and all, but well. She couldn't help her brain not being fully settled yet, no matter how hard she tried. "Or maybe you mean, this nonsense for act my age? Should I like, moon after a boy band or something, cause trust me, boys are gross. A girl band, maybe, but boys? Not my thing."
Still she sighed. "I'm gonna get yelled at, again, and stuck on restrictions, again." And it wasn't like the warden hadn't known already she had, well, messed around some on her paperwork. That, she supposed, she would count as a lie. Though she maintained most of it was the truth, just, well, the misleading truth. she tugged her hair. "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot by the way. I hate going to medical, for obvious reasons." She still didn't know how old she was, equivalent-wise. A teen, probably.
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Post by Circe on Sept 24, 2018 17:17:10 GMT -6
It didn't take long for the secretary to remove Cheyenne from the hold, "The Warden says she'll be right down and would rather discuss this issue in person." She explained, doing well to hide the exasperation in her own voice. This would more than likely put her boss, the Warden, in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Which in turn meant that all calls would be held and there would be no more appointments that day. It also meant that it would be a short day for the secretary, as the Warden would likely find an excuse to leave and go home herself to do gods knew what.
"She's leaving now and should be there in oh.. say five minutes?" The secretary guessed with a shrug as she watched her boss hurry out of her office and down the hall. The woman could move astonishingly fast when she wanted to it seemed, and this was apparently one of those times.
"What sort of trouble did you get into this time Bronson..." The Warden asked as she rounded the corner into the medical bay. She cut a rather intimidating figure, tall and slender, with long stark white hair; evidence of being marked somehow by the veil. For now she seemed moderately annoyed, but not exactly angry yet.
However as she walked into the medical bay, Catherine had not been expecting the room to be covered floor to ceiling with ruins, and that in of itself made her uncomfortable. It didn't take long for the annoyance to turn to anger, "Which one of you is responsible for this?"
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