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Marduk quickly slapped the blast away as easily as if he'd just be thrown a daisy he didn't want. "Watch your tounge Lesser Creature. I am one of the orginals, born with the planet itself! I have no lord! Now Unless you want to be encased in Iron you will stop your attacks and answer our questions!" Marduk threatened and shrunk himself into his natural form.

He was now about as big as a woman's thumb, his wings unfloded and fluttered behind him and he was glowing a brillant green. Any of the older races would recognize this form immediatdly, if they were smart. If not they would get educated.

He also put half power behind his cage spell and errected iron bars about 2 feet out of the ground, but now that he was simply holding the spell back the creature could be incased in an instant. He was doing it to give the creature a chance.

"Really?" Was the first word out of her mouth. It wasn't to anybody present, but instead it was to the person on the other side of the phone.

" Yes and it's getting worse, somethings up." said a male's voice.

She was walking down the road next to an apartment block. Firetrucks had just left, but she didn't see anything that would warrant them. It was a tad confusing and a little distracting. What could've caused them to come when nothing is here? She shrugged it off and turned her attention back to her coworker.

"Yeah I know." answered Aileen aloud and then an idea sparked in her mind. Allowing her coworker to ramble on about the current drama in the work place , Aileen chanted Sensori, Sensori, Sensori. With a few moments of concentration, she could feel the excitement surrounding her co-worker. Suddenly, another emotion hit her. It was something along the line of panic, but Aileen couldn't be sure. She knew for sure it wasn't her coworker. Frowning she spoke to her phone, "Hey, Chris I'll call you back" and hung up. Aileen looked in the direction of where it came from, but found nothing. This was getting interesting.

That day, she choose to wear a spaghetti strap shirt concealed underneath a jacket. She knew she would be getting a few funny looks since it was anything but cold outside. She had her signature baggy jeans and a pair of black hiking boots. A strange ensemble to be sure, but she was now glad she chose it. Crouching near but not too near, Aileen stuck her right hand under the left side of her jacket resting on a small pistol. With her left hand she reached under the pant leg of her right leg. Another pistol. Both hands were equally as proficient, it was simply a race.

Aileen was no mage, but she knew that some type of magic was involved. She also realized that this was probably overkill, but no harm in being over prepared where magic was concerned.

He was getting more and more enraged at that lout's impudent manner, when the creature transformed himself into.... Was that a flower fairy? Like in a children's book? His fuming expression softened, and he started to giggle. You see, while the other Fae may have been an original part of this world, this being was not from this world at all, (rather from a close parallel that is constantly frozen in twilight,) and thus had know knowledge of the other's kind. His giggles soon turned into outright laughs, pausing to gasp "how adorable!" He was too hysterical to even notice the iron.

As the other man asked his name, he paused to gasp for air and replied "you may call me Jonathan Hollyoak," before dissolving into laughter again. It was quite subtle, but the way he had spoken it indicated that it was not a true name. As the flower Fae spoke, he frowned, but now simply could not take him seriously anymore now that he had revealed his true form. "I have told you my name, little one, as for my race and reasons for being here, why would you want to know?"

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Marc was generally a very tolerant, patient person. He could shrug off most things, most of the time. Except for now.

That foul, arrogant little fae was really making his fur bristle and his teeth itch. The BSPA was his life. He knew all the bullshit about fae and true names and all the rest, and he was sure that Marduk knew that. He also knew that all non-human and para-human residents had to be registered with the Bureau, under a name of some sort. A growl was threatening to start, deep downn in his throat--

Until the mood was dispelled entirely as the captive fae started to giggle. The shock of the hysterical creature snapped Marc back to himself.

The creature gave a name, between howls of laughter, which Marc sent off immediately for a search. It returned negative, for both use-name and known alias categories.

Now that his head was a little clearer, Marc was beginning to have suspicions about this fae. Marduk was ... too well-known to elicit that sort of a response from a troublemaker. While Marduk did his usual overpowered routine, Marc whipped off a request to head office for someone a little more... academic. Someone who would be able to ID this guy, or at least confirm he wasn't local.

Marduk stopped the Spell and now it was his turn to Laugh Hysterically. The galles of laughter boomed from him and he just couldn't stop. In fact he was laughing so hard he rolled off Marc's shoulder holding his belly and almost forgot to fly before he smacked into the ground from Laughing so hard.

"Heya Dorthy... I think you forgot toe-toe back in Kansas. Welcome to the Land of OZ!" Marduk joked out and Laughed his little magical butt up. He even tried to get Marc in on the joke. After all now that John wa in an Iron cage he couldn't do one heckuva lot about it.

"Look around you silly underpowered Sidhe... This is not your home. This is earth. Welcome and Pipe down for awhile! The natives need to talk you silly, killable critter." Marduk told him arrogantly as hell still trying to hold back fits of laughter.

At the sound of something running toward them, Marc's head whipped up. It was Morgan -- not who he had been hoping for, but anyone was better than Marduk right now.

"Marduk," he interrupted, "that's Red. You'd better drop the concealment for her. We don't have a Jonathan Hollyoak on file either..." -- he paused to sweep his hair back out of his eyes -- "we're going to have to take this guy back to register him."

And maybe someone back at the offices would happen to be a little edgy, and just happen to have a flyswat in hand right then. Maybe.

Again, he ran a hand through his grey mane, as it started to flop back into his eyes. He did cut it every so often, but it scarcely seemed worth the effort: within a week or two, it had settled back into wehat seemed to be its natural ragged length.

Marc himself was interrupted at that moment, by his phone trilling out some tinny, muffled semblance of a current popular song. He checked the name flashing across the minature status screen on the front of the phone before he flipped it open.

"Charlie, hey," he said, resisting the urge to turn away from Marduk and the captive to take the call. "I take it you're calling about this fae...?"

The phone picked up and Marc's rough voice came across the line, "Charlie, hey. I take it you're calling about this fae...?"

"Yep," she said, flipping through the pages of one of the older indexes. "I need something more specific than just 'lesser fae.' That could be anything... salamanders, boggarts, undines, pixies... and the list goes on. Has he said anything else that might narrow the search down a bit, like where he's from? Does he have any weird features or reactions to things?"

Still flipping through the index, she hooked her foot onto her desk chair and slid it over to sit in it. She pulled another worn index closer and flipped it open as well.