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Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 3:58 pm


Dear Journal ( only little girls have 'diaries' ),

I like Ruya even less than I did previously. If that's even possible. And she seems to have managed to avoid Zayne completely. Not that that little brat cares. We're apparently toys - no longer with the same shiny appeal we had before.

Whatever. Not like I give a s**t. I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Least of all people who are stupid and annoying.

What I do like is the garden and the fountain. And the fact that Ruya doesn't like to be wet. ******** hilarious. I'll admit she's fast, but she isn't very bright. I don't know what she was doing, standing on the edge of the fountain, staring into the water - but I know what she was doing a second later when I divebombed her and shoved her in! Hah!

And when she finally got out? She got all angry and shaky and demanded towels and TOTALLY FLIPPED OUT when I pretended I was going to help and then got dirt all over her.

Of course, I probably won't be able to get away with some like that again anytime soon. Ms. "I just like to be clean" keeps me in the corner of her eye at all times now - and has a personal stash of kleenex hidden somewhere in the rose garden for emergencies. What a sissy. When I find it, I'm totally smearing honey or something all over them. Hopefully she won't notice and then - BAM - she'll be picking up dirt left and right.

Oh, right. I tried to tease Ruya about her having amnesia, but she wasn't interested. She said her past was clearly not relevant to her present situation. Ugh. She's right, but ugh - what a brat. I'm gonna have to find a way to make it matter.

All in all, life is so much more amusing with someone around to play with. And if I can stay one step ahead of her, it shall remain that way.

~ Sunil
PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 4:15 pm


Thoughts:

The other feien with whom I share this house is either a complete barbarian or a particularly developmentally-challenged child. I had already made note of her poor attention to personal appearances, but I did not realize that such disarray extended to her internal mental state as well.

I was out in the garden, minding my own business and making some observations about the fish in the Manor's garden - it seems like the wrong time of year for them to be so active - and the cretin tried to drown me. She didn't make her presence known, nor did she assist me after the incident had taken place! Instead, she laughed so hard she almost ran out of breath. Criminal. Despite how healthy the fish appear - not that I really have the sort of experience to judge, although I've found some interesting volumes in the library on fish - the water is best described as swimming with bacteria. It's practically a soup. The primordial ooze if you will. Not the sort of environment a girl wishes to find herself in.

I even ended up with some of that water in my mouth! I can only hope my body will withstand the potentially millions of parasites that could have been incubating in there. It gives me the willies just to think about it.

And then, to add insult to injury, Sunil actually pretended to be concerned with my attitude after I emerged - and got me a DIRTY towel to wipe off with. Naturally I wasn't prepared for such an onslaught on what amounts to my first week here - but I will be now.

I vow, here and now, not only to not trust Sunil ever again - for she has wronged me beyond what I consider forgivable - but to make her feel the way she has made me. So that she might understand a little of how much she upset me. Not that I really expect her to understand the lesson the first time - she does seem to be rather dense - but I'm sure she and I will eventually reach some sort of truce.

And if not, the Manor seems quite large enough for the both of us. I haven't even seen my bond yet, I've been so busy exploring - although I really should go introduce myself, since it seem she is too busy to welcomeme. I find this behavior a trifle rude, but until I have all the facts I don't like to judge.

I haven't yet decided to do to Sunil in order to exact my revenge, but I'm sure I will. I just need to find out what sorts of things bother her. Her fears. And then I will exploit them.

Anyway, in the meantime I need to find out to whom the library belongs. I doubt it is my bond, since I've heard rumors - the household staff here gossip so much I believe privacy to be an utter illusion - that she is a child and has been asking others to read to her.

Written By Ruya

Note: I forgot to mention this in my earlier entry, but Sunil appears to be attempting a sort of psychological warfare in addition to the physical abuse she has already subjected me to. One wonders what out relationship was like previously, assuming we truly had one. She is such a non-credible source, I have decided to treat everything she says about the "past" as an outright lie and as such, beneath my notice. I believe this annoys her. She isn't used to be ignored, I gather, although I do wonder to what stunts this will spur her in an attempt to get my attention.

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 5:04 pm


[On the Count of Three]


It didn't take that long for Ruya and Sunil to settle into a daily routine. Their own daily version of cat and mouse. And although neither would have openly admitted it, they both enjoyed tha game in their own way.

The cycle really started at night, when Ruya would attempt to sneak out of the library - where she spent time with Max, reading, discussing the news, and if she were to admit it - flirting. ( It was harmless, naturally. Max really does love Lillian, even if she is difficult to deal with at times. )

Anyway, I digress. Ruya would attempt to sneak out of the library unseen and find a hiding spot for the night where she could sleep uninterrupted. Sunil, naturally, would attempt to lie in wait for Ruya outside of the Library and then stalk her.

She would then wait until Ruya fell asleep and play nasty little jokes. One night she covered Ruya in honey, so that the feien awoke in horror the next morning to find ants swarming all over her. Another time she covered Ruya in whipped cream, which made for a gross mess as it melted and turned a bit during the night.

The household help was firmly on Ruya's side as the little feien was polite ( if a little pushy ) and clean - in sharp contrast to Sunil, who was regarded as loud, messy, and a general pain in the a**. So, around bedtime, they would find reasons to be in the hallway outside the library and try to usher Sunil out. After several occasions in which altercations with Sunil led to Max sticking his head out of the library and shushing people, however, the household staff was barred from Max's wing after dinner-time. Sunil regarded this as a victory.

Ruya had a strategy of her own, though. Sunil would inevitably get bored of waiting outside in the hallway and would start to play little games to amuse herself while waiting. These were usually of the "Can I punch a hole in the wall?" or "How many somersaults can I do before I fall all the way from the ceiling to the floor?" variety - all of which annoyed Max. He normally was reticent to become involved in conflicts between over members of the household, but when Sunil disturbed his evening he felt no qualms about ushering her out of his wing - and then Ruya would sneak off in the other direction.

In the morning, assuming she had found a safe sleeping spot, Ruya would rise early and go out to the garden. She spent a lot of time out there observing the gardners at work at dawn and then would sneak into the kitchen to get treats and watch the chef at work on breakfast. Around this time, Sunil would awake and come down to the kitchen for her own breakfast - effectively chasing Ruya out.

Then the rest of the day for Sunil would pass with her sprinting by herself through the halls, going for speed and endurance. Ruya would often sneak off to explore the house and had a favorite private spot on the roof to nap.

It was about the time Ruya was beginning to wish for other feien to spend time with that everything got thrown out of whack.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:49 pm


[The Four Corners of the Earth]


Zayne had been gone from her room for some time now, which was starting to worry Sunil. She had a feeling it was beginning to worry Ruya as well, since the other feien was impatiently pacing up the width of the hall with her arms wrapped over her chest. Occasionally, she would even mutter and shake her head. Sunil couldn't hear what she was saying, but had a feeling it wasn't very interesting - and possibly not even coherent.

"Why are you so upset?" She said to Ruya, leaning up against the wall and crossing her arms. She didn't expect an answer, but the silence was getting on her nerves. To her surprise, Ruya paused and responded.

"I don't like this break in my routine. I don't like that no one notified me that Max would be otherwise occupied this evening." She looked slightly on edge, although talking about it did appear to be alleviating the worst of her anxiety. She rubbed the outsides of her arms, looking slightly to the left of Sunil - failing to meet her eyes - and then continuing to pace.

"s**t happens," Sunil said dismissively - disconcerted that Ruya had not mentioned the odd state Zayne - their bond - had been in when she was ushered out of her bedroom by Lillian. "I would think you'd be a little more concerned with our bond."

"No." Ruya didn't even pause this time, continuing to pace without looking past her feet. She did, however, flex her wings a bit, folding them out and then back in close to her back.

Sunil sighed, annoyed. She contemplated going somewhere else, perhaps to the kitchen to steal some snacks, or back into Zayne's room to lift lego weights in the closet - but she wasn't in the mood. She, like Ruya presumably, was compelled to wait until Zayne emerged from her hastily conceived meeting with Lillian and Max.

"You should worry. You may not remember, but we've had this happen before." At Ruya's incredulous look, Sunil lost what little patience she pretended to have when dealing with her bondmate. "Fine, don't believe me you little brat!" She spat, frowning and kicking off the wall to walk up to Ruya. Blocking the other's path, she continued angrily. "Our last bond had problems - and they got progressively worse until we were re-bonded. And then she died." She had intended to stop there, but Ruya's amnesia had been getting on her nerves and now that she was ranting she couldn't stop herself. "Not that you remember, since you took the coward's way out and just forgot it all. You can't even mourn her! You have no idea what you've lost, because you just forgot it all. But that doesn't change what happened. Just beacause you can't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen to you. It just means you're not a whole person - " She paused as the door to Max's study opened.

Ruya's head failed to snap around at the sound, which signalled to Sunil perhaps she'd finally gotten to the other feien. It was a short lived victory as Lillian hustled Zayne out of the study and down the hall away from the two feien without so much of a word. This only served to reinforce Sunil's fears that they would soon be sent away ... again. It was not an outcome she was prepared to deal with.

Belatedly, Ruya turned to head for the momentarily open door to Max's study, but it was slammed shut before she reached it. Sunil started to laugh, but quickly found the breath squeezed out of her as she was snatched up by one of the household staff.

"What the ******** is going on?" She wheezed, trying to twist around and face her assailant.

"You're to go with Zayne," was the brusque response as a hand was extended to scoop up Ruya as well. No more explanation was offered as the two feien were placed in a cage, which eventually found its way onto the same series of planes as Zayne and Lillian - and finally, ended up in a brightly colored tent in the middle of the desert.

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:06 pm


[Five Alive]


Never one to appreciate tha value of silence, Sunil spoke up as soon as the cage was placed inside a brightly colored tent along with several trunks marked as belonging to Zayne.

"I think we've been sold to the circus," she said, staring out from behind bars to marvel at the yellow and purple striped silk surroundings. "The amazing flying, talking fairies!" She continued when she got no response from Ruya, waving a hand in the air, apparently to signify their names in lights.

When Sunil paused babbling, Ruya snorted and gave the other feien a disdainful look. She recognized Sunil's outlandish theory for what it was - a defense mechanism. If she made up stories, she didn't have to contemplate what truly might be occuring.

"I doubt," Ruya paused to rub the bridge of her nose, which she had bruised when one of their flights hit a bit of turbulence, "that anyone would find us so fascinating as you suppose."

Sighing, Sunil turned away from Ruya and stalked over to the opposite side of their enclosure. She was clearly upset Ruya wouldn't play along.

Ruya paid her cellmate little mind. She was also upset about the current situation, but knew that it would do little good to worry about things she could not control or to theorize about things she had little knowledge pertaining to. She didn't like being cooped up in a small space with no comfort and handled like just another piece of luggage, but she had hopes that since their trip had come to an end - she would be able to do something about that.

"Sunil." She loathed needing assistance from the other feien, but she didn't have the sort of strength necessary for the maneuver she had in mind. The other feien turned back, hands crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

"What so you want?"

"The door to this enclosure is held in place by a hook and loop apparatus. I believe that if you were to climb up to the top of the cage and then reach out through the wires, you would be able to knowck the hook out of place and open the door."

Sunil looked over to her left, pretending her interest had been caught by something outside the cage. "So?"

"So?" Ruya frowned, annoyed by what she perceived as Sunil's obtuseness. "So, we can leave this small space and explore. We will be in a position to determine our current location and situation. I would prefer not to wait here like a couple of captives until someone thinks to come find us."

Without responding, Sunil launched up into the air to grab ahold of the bars making up the ceiling. Showing off, she swung along hand by hand to the spot by the door. Using on arm to pull herself up, and probably a little magical assistance, she reached the other hand out to tug at the hook and eye lock keeping her and Ruya confined.

A few minutes of fiddling and cursing, the lock was popped and the door opened. Sunil pulled herself up and clambered out - and then turned to flip the door closed again. Ruya, however, had lived with Sunil long enough to anticipate this betrayal and had followed quickly at the other feien's heels.

Grabbing Sunil's outstretched arm firmly, Ruya yanked the darkblue juvenile towards herself and then used a foot to trip Sunil into the open door. Swearing, Sunil caught one of the bars defining the opening with her hand. Ruya smiled at Sunil and then stomped hard on the hand before slamming the door shut and shooting the hook back into place.

Alone, however, she knew that wouldn't keep Sunil occupied - since the other already knew the secret to unlocking it. But Ruya, being the little plotter Suni had forced her to become, had her eye on something of use from the beginning. A wad of chewed gum stuck to the side of a trunk placed near the cage.

Normally she would have been loathe to touch such a disgusting object, but she had been trundled about for the last 27 hours and she was ready to take desperate measures. So, having snatched it while Sunil worked on the lock, she now shoved it into the hook and hoop mechanism. It wouldn't stop Sunil permanently, but it would make it much more difficult to get the hook out of it's locked position.

"Enjoy yourself," Ruya said smugly as Sunil glared up at her from inside the cage. Dodging Sunil's attempt to grab her ankle, she then skipped over to the edge, unfurled her wings, and jumped off. She glided over to the door flap through which they'd arrived and then disappeared outside, leaving Sunil to stew alone.
PostPosted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:20 am


Dear Journal,

I am composing this entry from the confines of a ******** gerbil cage, which that little brat double-crossing b***h pain in the a**, know-it-all, bossy, ugly ( Despite what I might have thought earlier, I got a much better look at her when she was locking me in here and she is UGLY. Even, to use a human slang term - FUGLY. ) locked me into.

I know I know. You're wondering why I ALLOWED her to lock me in here. Since I was obviously in complete control at all times. I NEVER let down my guard. Ever. Well, maybe sometimes. Like when I'm asleep. But I'm working on that.

Anyway, I didn't WANT to leave this cage. I WANTED to stay in here. It makes a lovely jungle gym/workout area now that it isn't wobbling all over the place and pitch dark in the back of some airplane over acres and acres of ocean water.

I can do pull-ups and cross along the bars like a monkey. And. Well, I can do push-ups, although the bars don't really help with that. And. Ok, fine. I can't really do a whole lot in here.

I wonder if I can break out.

Remember that scene in Kill Bill where she ( Human names are stupid. ) is trapped in a coffin and she keeps punching the top of the coffin even though her knuckles are all broken and bloody and AWESOME? I do. I love that scene. I think I'm going to punch at the bars to my cage until either I break out or my knuckles get all gross and bloody.

No pain no gain - right?

~ Sunil

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:36 am


[Sixth Sense]


While Sunil was in her cage, pounding her fists into a bloody pulp in some odd homage to a movie she only have remembered, Ruya was out exploring the desert. It was a landscape she had only encountered in books - and the descriptions and lithographs she had poured over didn't do it justice. For one, it was immense. Immense in a way nothing in Ruya's brief ( second ) experience had yet offered. It impressed her, giving her a perspective on a world far larger than herself.

The sky seemed to stretch out into forever ( the phrase a poetic conceit Ruya allowed herself ) simply fading out of view before anything broke it. And the sand seemed, to her, alive - constantly shifting in little and large gusts of wind travelling across the horizon. Having read somewhere about being trapped in a sandstorm, she could now see why the idea had inspired such terror in the author of the tale. It was utterly believable. In an endless sea of indistinguishable, constantly shifting sand dunes - the possibility of being lost was very real and in Ruya's calculation probably deadly.

Of course, she had no intention of going anywhere too far from the safety of the brightly colored tents she imagined she was going to call home for at least a week given the size of the luggage trunks she had observed on her way out of the tent her cage had been placed in.

She allowed herself a private little smile at having tricked Sunil in the cage. As far as she was concerned, this was revenge for having been pushed into the fountain. And being stalked every night.
PostPosted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:45 am


[ Risk ]


Zayne didn't want Lillian to leave, but she ended up having no say in the matter. Lillian had disappeared by the time Zayne woke the following day ( to an almost unbearable heat ). She had a feeling her guardian had done that on purpose, but perhaps it had been the wishes of her new 'Master' - a man more powerful than Lillian. Zayne had never seen anyone stand up to Lillian, let alone best her ( with the possible exception of Max ), so she took note of this. She would need to learn why this man had such power over others.

Struggling to unwind herself from a pile of silken sheets and pillows that had made up her bed, Zayne noticed a woman standing right next to the tent's door flap. She was tall, an impression strengthened by the almost impossible length of her neck, and tatoo'd - although the brown patches all over her body were difficult to distinguish from the normal dark shade of her skin. Her hair was cut short, close to her scalp, and it stuck out like a little halo of black.

Zayne stared openly at her, wondering what this woman's function was. When she noticed Zayne staring at her, the woman inclined her head and cast her eyes down to the floor. "I am here to assist you in readying yourself for the day." Her voice was quiet, but gravelly and Zayne wondered whether it had been worn away by the sand that was so ubiquitous here. She gestured to a covered tray a short distance from the bed area that had previously escaped Zayne's attention and then seemed to be waiting for something. Suspicious, but hungry, the Tall Tale reached out and snatched the cover off the tray, revealing an array of fresh fruits and some sort of porridge-like substance.

When the food had been eaten and Zayne bathed and attired ( it was odd to have someone else put on her clothes, but Zayne felt like she could get used to this sort of treatment ), she was led back to the large tent - where little had changed since the night before.

"You are useless!" She was told this time, the horsehair whip her new Master weilded swishing dangerously through the air. "I was told you had some skill, but you have no discipline. Your potential will be squandered."

Zayne did her best not to meet his eyes while he harassed her, since she had a strong feeling he would know she was angry and frustrated. If she knew what she was doing, she wouldn't be here! She would be home, where people knew better than to insult her. Home, where she had her room and her things. She wasn't even able to wear her own clothes here, because she needed protection against the sand. Her little hands clenched to fists as she thought about how unfair all of this was!

"You're not even listening!" The whip hissed through the air and snapped against Zayne's shoulder, cutting through her robe to the bare skin beneath. It was a shallow cut, but it began to bleed sluggishly. She looked around in shock, but none of the other people in the tent would even meet her eyes - so she looked back to the man who had hit her.

"Your first lesson," he said, holding up a finger and leaning forward to leer at her, "is patience. You will spend the day waiting for me in the desert. If you move, you will be lost and die. I will not look for you. If you spend the day learning to handle anticipation and disappointment, you will be rewarded." When he finished speaking, he looked away from her - and the giraffe woman from earlier came over and led her out of the tent and into the desert.

They walked for what, to Zayne, seemed like hours in the baking sun and the ever shifting sands before they finally came to a stop by a small white canopy, which had clearly been erected for this exercise. There would be no way for Zayne to find her way back to the tents on her own, she couldn't even see them. Handing Zayne a water bottle, the woman left silently, looking behind her several times before she faded from view - probably to make sure I'm not following, Zayne said to herself.

"This sucks," with a disgusted sigh, Sunil popped out from somewhere behind Zayne. "Why are are we in the middle of this ******** desert, anyway?"

The Tale could do nothing but blink at her fairy. She had no idea that Sunil wasn't still home in the Manor. "How did you get here?" She finally managed to stutter out.

"Hitchhiked on that ridiculous giraffe chick's robes," Sunil said, clearly satisfied with herself. She had found Zayne and Ruya had obviously not. After a night alone in the stupid bird cage, she had decided she had had enough - and had flown the coop. Of course, once out, she needed a plan of action - and the chain of events which had led her to Zayne was complicated. It really was probably all a matter of luck, something Sunil didn't normally have much of. "Now my question," she said, sternly. Zayne wasn't going to trick her out of getting answers like she normally did. She was Sunil, damnit, and she was not an idiot.

"We're learning patience, anticipation, and disappointment." The girl said, in a disgusted tone eerily similar to the one Sunil had used earlier.

"Screw that!" the little fairy said, frowning. "Let's go back to the tents and put sand in people's beds. I bet that's ******** uncomfortable." She had already done so, actually, in all of the tents she had been in before finding Zayne. ( Which included Zayne's. ) But there were tons of tents, and thus, plenty of mischief still to be made.

"We're lost in the desert," Zayne pointed out. "I mean, I hate this s**t as much as you do - but what are we going to do?"

The swear was nice, but the attitude was all wrong. Sunil crossed her arms over her chest and climbed up onto Zayne's lap to glare at her bond.

"If we really get lost they'll find us. There is no way that a** would really leave you out here to die."

Zayne frowned and reached up to touch the open wound on her shoulder, which was now covered in a disturbing mixture of coagulated blood and sand. "I don't know, he seemed quite serious. And we're supposed to call him, 'Master'." She seemed to be withdrawing into herself again, preparing to do as she was told.

"To his face," Sunil muttered. "And Lillian is a b***h, but she wouldn't let someone kill you."

Brushing back a few strands of hair behind her shoulder, Zayne raised an eyebrow at that pronouncement. "Fine," she stood, unceremoniously dislodging Sunil. "So, which way do we go?"

"That way," Sunil pointed back in the direction the giraffe woman had gone, "and we'll be home before lunch is over."

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 10:02 am


[ Reward ]


Predictably, they were not home before lunch was over. Nor were they home when someone stopped by the tent to bring them home. When darkness fell, dropping the temperature and stranding the pair in complete darkness, they were farther from the camp than they had been when they started out. Much, much farther.

Sunil was relatively safe from the cold, having the ability to dig herself a little hole in the still warm sand ( and luckily she didn't encounter any other sand dwellers in doing so ) - but Zayne would never be able to do the same for herself. She realized that she was going to die in this forsaken place, freezing to death in the night - probably to be buried in sand and lost to all of civilization forever - and she started to cry. Her tears fell like rain on Sunil, who tried to ignore them as long as possible, before climbing out of her little cave and asking the question she didn't want the answer to, "What's wrong?"

"What isn't wrong?" Zayne sobbed back, wiping her nose on the back of her hand - something that normally she found abhorrent. "I'm in the middle of a horrible (hic) horrible desert and, and, and I'm not at home and my teacher thinks I'm stupid and now I'm lost and I'm going to die." She finished all in a rush, gasping in shallow breaths of cold night air.

"Ah," was Sunil's brilliant and empathetic response. "Aren't you learning to do magic?" She asked, trying to change the subject. There wasn't much she could do about Zayne freezing to death - and her own death was something she had faced and accepted before this point.

"Yes," the sobbing child said petuantly, "but I don't know any yet."

"Can't you use that book?" Sunil asked, pointing to the bag slung over her bond's shoulder. While she couldn't read the thing, she did recognize it as one Zayne spent lots of time getting other people to read to her.

The sobbing stopped abruptly, cut off by an intake of breath, and the Book of Skins was pulled from the bag and laid out on the sand. "It's too dark and I can't read," Zayne said after a moment of silently flipping pages.

"Well, s**t."

Silence reigned for what felt like an eternity and Sunil sat up against Zayne's leg, prepared to await her own death with her bond. It wasn't something she would be willing to admit to later, but right now she didn't feel like crawling back underground. And then, Zayne reached down and grabbed her, holding Sunil up close to her face in the darkness.

"Do you want me to die?" Zayne asked, whispering and shivering.

"No," Sunil answered, quite honestly. "I'm pretty sure I would die as well."

And suddenly Zayne's hands began to feel a little odd against Sunil's skin. It was painful at first, like needles, and then it got softer and softer. "Fur," Zayne voiced her and Sunil's shared thought first. "I'm growing fur."
PostPosted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:44 pm


[ Lost ]


Daybreak over the desert found Sunil piled on top of a very furry Zayne - both fast asleep. It was only a matter of time, however, before the sun woke them up. They were thirsty when they woke up and without water, having drank it all recklessly the previous day.

"We just have to keep going," Sunil said, buzzing about randomly in the air around her bond's shaggy head. She was trying not to stare at how ridiculous Zayne looked, now that her previous night's transformation was revealed in full daylight. Her hair was still long enough to fall below her shoulders and black, but the rest of her was now covered in fur of a similar length and color. She looked a bit like a small bear. With too much hair.

If Sunil could have seen Zayne's eyes clearly through all the hair which had sprouted up on her face she would have seen the little girl looked like she was about to cry. "I look like a freak," she complained, holding her hands up in front of her face. "It would be better to be dead."

Sunil just sighed. She had no patience for crap like this. While her survival depended on this kid's, she was not a frigging therapist. And would never have the emotional capacity to be one. This was something Sunil was perfectly aware of and had no problem with. "Yeah well suck it up. We need to find that camp. Ditch the hair and let's get moving."

"I can't!" The little girl sobbed, putting her face in her hands and then jerking it away when she snorted in hair, coughing. When she had recovered her breath, she continued. "I don't know how to get rid of it."

Sunil landed lightly on the top of Zayne's head and stomped on it, before taking back off to avoid a swat. "You made it happen, you can make it go away. Crying isn't going to solve anything. It's just going to waste more water."

She didn't like what Sunil was saying, but Zayne had to admit she had a point. ( This sort of treatment was what she responded best to as well. When people made their expectations for her clear, she did her best to live up to them. ) If she thought about it, maybe she could make this go away. She just needed to do the opposite of what she normally did. Instead of thinking about how she wanted to change, maybe she just needed to think about how she always was. To be regular old Zayne.

That was easy, she normally didn't have hair all over her body. Normally she had nice smooth-

"Gross." Sunil commented, as the hair began falling off Zayne in large clumps. "But let's get going." She didn't wait for a response and began zipping ahead.

"Wait!" Zayne yelled, brushing discarded hair off her shoulders and out of her robe. "We don't really know which way to go!" She hurried off after her fairy, trailing loose hairs.

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:20 pm


[Tent, Sweet Tent]


Although Zayne was correct and Sunil had no idea where they were going, they ended up back at the tent camp pretty quickly. Had they been concentrating on something other than a severe lack of water - they might have been suspicious. However, when tiger tattoo'd guards met them instead of canteens full of sweet, fresh, cold water - they were extremely surprised. Sunil especially, since they said, "Both of you are expected." As one of them snatched her out of the air and the other scooped Zayne up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"What the hell?" Sunil fumed, pummelling her captor with tiny feien-sized fists. He pretended not to notice. He had been told under no circumstances to squish the annoying little flying person. "Come on, you don't want me. You want Zayne. She's young, still has a little baby fat-"

"Hey!" Zayne interjected. "I am not a baby! Or fat."

Their guards exchanged glances, but said nothing. When they reached the main tent they slipped through the flaps and deposited their cargo uncermoniously on the floor in front of ... Ruya.

"There you are," she said primly, from her perch on 'Master''s shoulder. "I would have thought you smart enough to to get out bond lost in the desert, Sunil. Although I am pleasantly surprised to see she survived your rash stupidity."

"How do you know this is my fault?" Sunil hopped up to her feet, still reeling a bit from being thrown to the ground. "Maybe I rescued Zayne."

"Did not!" Zayne had already stood and was smoothing her dress. She stuck her chin out at the 'Master' and looked him square in the eye. Defiantly she insisted, "I rescued myself!"

He hissed quietly, ink running from behind his back and up his neck to line his face, giving him scales like a snake. His tongue flicked out and Zayne could have sworn it was forked.

"You would not have had to rescue yourself if you had not foolishly wandered off." He reached up to hand Ruya a small piece of bright orange fruit from a bowl. "Although I am quite entertained by your pet."

Ruya grimaced, but simply shrugged. She had tried to explain, but either his grasp of English wasn't the best - or she wasn't explaining the bonding process properly.

"Whatever," Zayne said. "I grew fur. I already know how to change. I don't need you anymore and I want to go home."

"No," he smiled idly, ink forming rings around his eyes. "Demonstrate this ability of yours for me. I want to see you change."

"Fine," Zayne said and Sunil scuttled out of the way, not wanting to be buried in hair. The young girl shut her eyes and squeezed her fists, but nothing happened. After several minutes, she opened her eyes and glared at her feet. "I did change last night, I know I did."

Her teacher waved a hand at her. "The desert can give one vivid dreams." He popped a piece of fruit into his own mouth when Ruya was nowhere to be found, having disappeared to wash up, and chewed it thoughtfully. Zayne narrowed her eyes and seethed in front of him, angrily telling herself she would figure out how to change into a tiger and kill this man for humiliating her like this.

And then, suddenly she opened her fists - her palms stinging in pain. Blood trickled out of small holes made there by suddenly elongated and thinner nails. Zayne glanced at the man in front of her in triumph, but he just laughed.

"They are sharp, but they are not retractable. Nor do you have the reflexes or strength necessary to use them appropriately. If you wish to kill someone, go for subtlety, for poison. You will never be the type of woman suited to physical combat." He stood and the light blue cloth of his robe fell softly around his ankles, obscuring the tattoos there. "But I see perhaps you show more promise than I even thought."

He walked over behind his throne, disappearing from view for a moment. When he returned, he reached out and offered Zayne a necklace made of irregular off white beads. She took it and slipped it over her head reluctantly, unsure what was going on, but afraid to ask.

"Come," he said, and reached out to grab her hand. "Your pets may follow if they please." When he reached the wall of the tent, he continued walking and a cleverly disguised flap was opened to admit him, Zayne, and Sunil who had hitched a ride in her bond's hair.

Ruya, who returned just in time to see a few black tendrils of Zayne's hair disappearing through the hidden flap, sighed. She had just waited almost a day to be sure her bond was safe ( and thus her own life ) and now she was apparently being left to wait again. She was prepared to try and follow them when a giraffe woman offered her a cold towel. What was wrong with waiting in comfort? Adventures weren't really her thing anyway.

Beyond the flap, anti-climactically, was more desert and an odd-looking conveyance that was part circus tent and part dune buggy. Assisted by a man with the horns of a gazelle (Zayne wondered if they were real), they ascended into the back of the vehicle and settled in among a variety of throw pillows. The canopy, which puzzled Sunil and Zayne, was designed quite nicely to keep out whipping winds and sand kicked up by the tires.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 7:41 pm


[The Watering Hole]


Their final destination was an oasis. A small area of tough looking trees, bent by wind and sand, a small outcropping of rocks, and a shallow pool of nonetheless clear water.

"This is a watering hole. The animals will come here from miles around to find water and a small amount of shade."

"A SMALL amount is right," Sunil snorted, popping up and off Zayne's head to explore one of the trees.

He ignored the outburst and continued.

"We will camouflage ourselves and then observe. I know you have not patience, but perhaps if you have interest you will keep yourself in line."

Zayne looked around, fingering the necklace she had been given. "Why are we going to watch the animals?"

"To learn them. If you want to use their essence to transform yourself, you should understand their functions and their weaknesses. A weapon is only as good as your understanding of it."

It was both a long speech and a neutrally delivered one. He was not patronizing her or instructing her - he was simply sharing wisdom. Zayne, with rare grace, simply nodded. Anything she said now would sound stupid.

"Your necklace will allow me to hide you as I hide myself." He folded himself down to sit cross-legged on the sand beside a tree and Zayne did the same on the opposite side. "Stay still and quiet," he snapped, glaring first at Zayne and then up to where Sunil had disappeared. "Or I will eat your little pet."

It was hours before any animals showed up and Zayne's knees hurt from staying bent for so long. She also was starting to fall asleep watching the sand shift around in arcane patterns. When they did show, however, they were magnificent. A pretty steady stream of species trailed through their spot, some to drink and some to hunt. Insects, cats, hyenas - all of them Zayne watched with wide eyes.

And when night fell and she could keep her eyes open no longer, someone picked her up and carried her into the dune buggy which had returned. "Sleep," she heard as she drifted out into a strange dreamworld. "Tomorrow we truly begin."

When she awoke in her tent, he was there - and for a moment she swore the ink transformed him into a lizard. But she blinked and it was gone. Holding her Book in his hands, he thrust it at her.

"Why did you come to me when you have this?" He sounded almost angry and a little sad. "This Book will guide you through your powers and beyond what I can accomplish if you have the power."

Zayne rubbed her eyes with chubby (and she noted, sandy) fists. "But," she said, not awake, "I can't read."

"Then you will learn," he said, and threw the Book at her feet. "I will arrange someone to teach you. When you have learned, we will meet again."

He left Zayne feeling puzzled and oddly unsettled. She felt something in the pit of her stomach. A sense of failure, or missed obligation. Or maybe as Sunil suggested later - it had just been hunger.

True to his word, someone came to Zayne and began to teach her how to decipher the letters on the page. How to sound out words and how to look them up in a dictionary when she didn't understand them. It felt like weeks passed of nothing but reading and writing lessons, and Zayne dreamed every night of little ink letters running up and down her arms spelling the names of all the people she knew.

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:12 pm


[The Book]


When Zayne passed the test of reading one of her other books aloud to her reading teacher, slowly and haltingly, she was allowed to look into The Book of Skins again. It had taken on the appearance of a purple canvas bound journal forthe time being, an innocous cover for its contents, but everyone in the camp seemed to know it on sight just the same.

Flipping it open to a random page, Zayne was confronted with the face of a snarling lion, claws extended in front of it - almost reaching out of the page to maul her. Around it, written in a spiral pattern, was some odd text.

Reading this Book and carrying any of the rituals listed within to competion binds the User, body and soul, to the purposes detailed on the front page. These include, but are not limited to, the emancipation of all caged animals and the execution of their captors - even at the expense of the User's Life. You agree also to spend at least one full Earth day a month fully transformed and living amongst your kind. If you violate the terms of this agreement, you forfeit your free-will. Once certain conditions are met you will also be bound to help out where requested by authorized agents of this authority. You will be notified in this case one Earth week prior to your first assignment.

When she finished stumbling through that, Zayne wasn't sure she entirely understood it. But then someone entered the tent behind her and as their shadow crossed her vision, the page shifted on its own - leading to a page of text with an odd diagram of a familiar tattoo.

"Iguana," she said and then looked up to see her teacher looking at her in alarm. "I should have recognized it," she said, and watched as the ink on his arm spelled a name.

"Every spell, every skill, every defense has a weakness," he said. "You just need to see it clearly. And Lillian has returned to take you home. I believe you have what you need, although you are welcome to write me."

"Thank god," Sunil sighed from the corner, where she had roled up in a blanket. "I think I hate the desert."

"Shut up," Ruya said from the other side of the tent. "The desert wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for your incessant whining. It's too cold, it's too hot, IT'S SANDY!"

Zayne contemplated leaving both of them there, but was afraid they might find their ways home anyway and make her life miserable.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:22 pm


The Shop III, compiled by Em
Dr. M awoke and was momentarily disoriented by the remnants of his dream. He was pulling a thin stick out of the gum... no, wait, he was in his office, the faint blue light of monitors in the corner of his eyes.


Rubbing at his eyes to clear them, he felt around for his glasses. He was quite blind without them; he could see only large blobs of color and blotches of shadow. No amount of eye surgery was ever going to improve that. It took a moment to remember that he'd put the specs up on the bookshelf. Immediately the world resolved itself to crystal clarity and his vision was once again better than average. Maybe surgery was out of the question, but technology still held many benefits.


M reached up a finger to the rims and ran a quick scan. All systems were in normal operation. He reached back and unplugged the cord from his neck, then the one in his wrist, and finally the one in his side. It was leaking as usual. It always came loose after a particularly active dream. Dr. M wiped at the sticky bile and finally decided this merited a quick wash-up.


He creaked as he stood and stretched, listening to the crack of his fingers and vertebrae. He could always tell which ones were bone: the metal bits had a sort of ping to them, a subtly different pitch. Then he headed into the bathroom where he took off his glasses and leaned in so far his nose was touching the mirror. He winked his eyes alternately. Perfectly fine, no motor anomalies in either.


Glasses back on, he proceeded to wash his hands and make a weak attempt to clean his shirt. He sniffed at it lightly, decided he would probably need a change, but left the bathroom.


His trusted lab coat with its anamalous dimensional pockets and null-armor lining was hanging up by the door. He slipped it on, the high collar and long sleeves covering up any possible indications that he might be something not quite human. A quick check to make sure everything was buttoned up and sealed and he slipped out into the hallway.


It had been a good nap, but like all good things it could not last, and he was eager to find out if so far any of his efforts had resulted in something tangible. He was running out of time.


Any normal person might have checked the Fleet logs to see if there were visitors about, but Dr. M chose instead to make a visual search of each room. He started with the bathroom, since it was across the hall, but it was not exactly the most popular of destinations. It was predictably empty. He checked the shower stall anyway.


It suddenly occurred to M that he had made one uproariously crucial mistake, and that if Marne and Burgundia were to put those particular pieces together, he was probably toast and would be executed. Well, that was a brilliant error. M flopped down on the closed toilet seat and frowned deeply. If the mission failed because he was executed, there was probably going to be no coming back. Dr. M was less than eager to spend eternity reduced to nothingness, though he had to admit a bit of unhealthy curiosity as to what precisely it all entailed.


The thought could not disturb him for long. M stood and left the bathroom to continue his search.


Having just arrived "home" from an extended trip in what turned out to be an unpleasant climate, Ruya was eager to get out of the manor - and away from everyone who lived there. A trip to the Feien HQ had seemed in order, given that she hadn't been here since emerging from a bloom state.


And so, she floated in through the front doors to the HQ and landed lightly on the desk in the reception area. Pausing to get her bearings, she listened for any clues to possible inhabitants.


Craning her neck back and forth, Ruya thought perhaps she heard someone in the hallway - but she couldn't be sure. Walking over and stepping off the edge of the desk, she took flight and started down the hall towards the lounge.


Dr. M was oblivious to Ruya's arrival as he walked into the lounge, worrying over the thought that if he died, Mitrovica would die, too, and she would be more than a little pissed off at him, particularly since Montgomery would probably just find another bond. His only comfort as he patted down all the furniture was that there would be no afterlife for her to track him down and enact vengeance in. He snorted. Go to Hell indeed. That Burgundia...


"Ah!" he exclaimed as he found a quarter under one of the couches.


When his head came up from behind the couch, quarter in hand, he spotted Ruya and immediately smiled that creepy little grin of his. A feien. A new feien. No, an old feien. Potentially a very good feien for his purposes, though he was getting rather tired of all the effort. "Yours?" he asked her, displaying the quarter between his thumb and forefinger.


Ruya studied this person in the lounge carefully before replying politely.


"No. I have no need for human currency." She wrinkled her nose at him. "Currency is filthy. It gets touched by so many hands and ends up in all sorts of unpleasant places like under the couch cushions."


She continued on and landed on the back of the couch, not enjoying extended periods of time in the air.


"I'm Ruya," she said, glancing around the room.


"Dr. M," said the doctor, turning the quarter over in his hand. "Currency is quite dirty, but, very shiny." He slipped it into his pocket.


And then the good doctor had an idea. A perfectly innocent little idea. The exact sort of idea that usually precursored doom on a large scale. "I have a friend who's like you. Dislikes germs and dirt. He's a detective, with Investigative Services."


Ruya nodded, liking this other person already.


"A detective? I admire people who use their intelligence to figure things out. And he must be smart if he knows enough to avoid germs and dirt." She looked to Dr. M's pocket pointedly, "Even if dirty things can also be shiny."


She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at Dr. M. "Have you been friends with this person long?"


"Long enough," said Dr. M, straightening. "He's very detail-oriented, it makes him a brilliant inquisitor. So brilliant he's the section chief for IS. His name's Gunn. Inquisitor Billy Gunn." He sought a seat on the couch and stretched his arms out across the cushions.


"Are normal people allowed to see this Billy Gunn?" Ruya had an urge to meet this man who sounded so similar to the way she saw herself. At least with the dirt and the details. She certainly didn't have an important function to play in society. Yet.


"I would really appreciate an interview if it could be wrangled." Feeling rude, Ruya continued. "But I'm going on about someone who isn't even present. What do you do, Dr. M?"


"He haunts this place like a soulless wraith," a new voice said curtly. "Don't believe him; this man has no friends. Excuse me kindly."


A tall feien female - adult - alighted down on the back of one of the couches, clutching a sheaf of papers in her arms. She was pale-haired, red-eyed, and the look she gave M should have disintegrated him. "I have somethin' for you, you cheap b*****d - excuse me, ma'am; I don't recommend you talk to him. He won't give you anything for nothing, that's for sure."


Ruya raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, giving Burgundia an appraising look.


"I don't see why I would believe you over Dr. M, since you haven't even introduced yourself."


She left it at that, curious to see what she had inadvertantly stepped into the middle of.


"Ah, Burgundia," said M, and immediately ignored her, returning his attention to Ruya. He waved his hand as if at ease. "It's quite alright to be curious, I'm just one of many scientists myself. But Gunn... Unfortunately he doesn't have Gaia clearance. Inquisitors generally only go places where they have investigations to run."


It seemed like M might stop there and allow Ruya to exercise more of her curiosity, but he continued, "Actually, Investigative Services is one of the sections in the Fleet which employs feien. Gunn's partner, Geiseric du Pont, is a feien. Gunn was one of the first people to be a proponent of active duty feien in the Fleet."


Well, Dr. M was certainly willing to continue talking about someone who was not present, even if Ruya had polite reservations.


"Ruya here was just asking about Inquisitor Gunn," M said to Burgundia. "You know, he heads Investigative Services? That man could probably solve any mystery." He smiled, and all that glittered was not a pretty sight.


Glancing to the mostly ignored Burgundia, Ruya shrugged and then gave into her curiousity.


"How does one interview for that type of position?" Ruya asked. "I mean," she looked at her feet, "my bond certainly wouldn't be Fleet material, but I wouldn't mind more of a purpose. A place to emply my talents. The chance to mix with intelligent people and feien."


"If you have rocks in your head, sure, run to your goddamned death," said Burgundia, a little hotly. "If you'd rather believe this thing than one of your own kind - and of course, Doctor, any mystery at all! What would I have to do to see this man? ******** you? I apologize for bein' too goddamn short for that! Maybe I could knit you some socks and you could use my body while you're waitin'!"


Dr. M stared at Burgundia. "Simply because you're having trouble solving your own problems doesn't mean you should take it out on me," said M, sounding completely innocent. He turned back to Ruya. "Burgundia here is one a quest to find God or some sort. But as to working in the Fleet, I could certainly look into getting you a review. That's the first step in the process of becoming a Fleet member."


M tilted his head to the side and gazed ceilingward. "A shame there isn't any sort of investigation open on Gaia. I think Gunn would enjoy meeting a feien so motivated. But he would have to have a reason to be here." Then, suddenly, a completely different tact: "Did you know you're actually a Fleet citizen and entitled to Fleet services?"


"I would appreciate that," Ruya said politely, and then adding a, "sir." She had a feeling it would annoy this other feien and she had started to take a dislike to the ramblings of this agitated adult.


"Knit him some socks?" Ruya blinked, not sure how that was even tangentially related to the conversation.


And then she was back to speaking with Dr. M, who she had started to think was a rather polite and interesting man. Even if he didn't seem inclined to talk about himself.


"Do Fleet services include opening an investigation?" She asked, wondering if this was where that was going.


"You're also entitled to Fleet execution if you become their little errand girl!" Burgundia's teeth had gritted together. "I sure hope you don't have anyone you like back at home!"


"Actually," Ruya snapped, " I don't."


"Oh, bother!" said M, throwing up his hands. "Burgundia, if you can't find anyone to solve your problems, I'd appreciate it if you'd at least stop directing your anger and frustration at me. And yes, I suppose if you had something worth investigating you could file to open up an investigation."


"Good for goddamn you, then!" Burgundia snapped back. "I'm sure you and the good Doctor are gonna get on like a house on fire. For God's sake, I can't believe that y'all are startin' to make me think of Silva as a lovin' family man in comparison - go to hell, Doctor!"


"Burgundia, if you can't keep a civil tongue, I will have you escorted out of here," said M simply. "If you have something to say to me that's not a curse or a threat, kindly be done with it."


"I wish I could rip your head off and s**t down your neck, you lyin' lily-livered waste of God's own flesh!"


Silva was a name Ruya had heard Sunil mention before and she frowned. "There is a feien by the name of Silva? I wouldn't have thought Sunil knew how to tell the truth."


Shaking her head, Ruya looked back to Dr. M.


"Is there a penalty for lying when filing to open an investigation? At the moment, I'm not sure I have anything worth investigating."


She looked to Burgundia out of the corner of her eye. She seemed upset about something.


"I don't suppose you have something worth looking into," she said mildly, ready to get another bitching out.


"You don't know bullshit about what I'm lookin' into," Dee snarled, and threw down her papers on the back of the sofa. "I'm lookin' for - why the hell should I tell you? - Corvus, and frankly now I hope he chokes. Here! Have some damn names, Doctor! And if someone had told me Simon was livin' in the same goddamn house I was I woulda been a lot happier!"


"Security!" said M loudly.


There was immediately a shimmer in the air behind Burgundia. A fairly heavyset man with a country twang not unlike Burgundia's said, "Alright, little lady, why don't you just come with me now?" Only it was "nayow" instead of "now" and the question, pleasant enough, was backed up by a rather meaty hand. It was clearly not a request.


Had Sunil ever mentioned a Corvus or Simon? Ruya didn't think so, but she couldn't be certain. And it irked her to be ignorant, so she kept silent - making a mental note to look into this as soon as possible.


She raised an eyebrow as Burgundia was escorted out.


"You seem to inspire very negative emotions in that feien. I have to assume it has to do with her search." And then, thinking of herself, she asked, "Would searching for a missing feien be cause for an investigation? I assume Corvus is a Fleet citizen as well."


Burgundia, of course, did what any gentle and feminine feien adult would do when confronted with security officers: struggle. "Watch your goddamn back, Doctor! You better hope Rose never finds out about this! I hope you die and I hope I'm damn well there to see it when it happens! And if you go near the girls I'll kill you!"


M sighed as Ramsay removed the objectionable feien. "If there were feien missing, that would certainly be grounds for an investigation, but Corvus isn't missing." He waved his hand at the papers Burgundia had thrown on the couch before leaving. "What do those say? My eyesight's not so good."


Ruya thought about refusing to read someone else's papers, but her curiosity combined with an open invitation was more than she could resist. Reaching out, she picked them up - and finding them unweildy, knelt to shuffle them on the couch surface.


"Burgundia," she recalled Dr. M saying the feien's name, "certainly seemed to think he was missing."


She peered at the papers. "They appear to have names and information on them. Was Burgundia doing an investigation for you, Dr.?"


She glanced along further, reading to herself. "Someone appears to feel less than stellar about the Fleet."


"Investigation?" said M, leaning forward and squinting. "I told her yesterday Corvus wasn't missing. What kind of names?" He seemed genuinely intrigued at the mention of anti-Fleet sentiment, too.


"The first page is about an 'Indra'." Ruya said, looking up from the page. "It involves a lot of information about this feien's whereabouts - or last known whereabouts - and negative feelings about the Fleet."


Feien with negative feelings about the Fleet. Interesting. Ruya wondered why exactly. She clutched the papers and wondered whether she could leave with them.


"Are seditious comments enough to open a Fleet investigation?" She asked, wondering how the Fleet handled this sort of thing.


M had to smile, he just had to, but he refrained from going so far as to grin. "It would depend on the evidence, but that just might be the sort of investigation someone eager to catch the Fleet's attention might initiate. It's enough for an inquiry."


On some level, Ruya had a feeling this was where the conversation had been going from the very beginning - but she couldn't see how this Dr. M could have controlled Burgundia, so unless the adult had delivered an Oscar-worthy performance, she couldn't see how this would have been orchestrated.


"How does one submit a formal inquiry?" She glanced at the page again. "And what sort of punishment will this feien receive if they're found?"


Not that her conscience tugged at her, but she didn't want to play into something Sunil would approve of.


M seemed quite calm, as if this were just any average conversation and not something he had been hoping for, trying for for weeks now. "Punishment is determined by Law & Legislation. It depends greatly on the specific nature of the crime, the motive, and situation. I'm not well-versed in the specifics, but I'm fairly certain the highest penalty for sedition is banishment." Whether or not that was true was anyone's guess, but certainly Ruya had no reason to distrust the doctor's word.


"In order to submit an inquiry, you simply have to fill out the Security form. Mr. Ramsay?"


Quite out of the blue, the security man appeared again, this time in front of the couch. "Sir?"


"Fetch Ruya one of the inquiry forms from your office please."


"Certainly sir," said Ramsay, disappearing again.


"Excellent." Ruya said. "And I'll just hold onto this evidence."


Banishment wasn't a terrible sounding punishment. Especially if the feien in question didn't like the Fleet anyway. Ruya didn't think about it too much. Thinking about other people wasn't one of her strong suits.


Ramsay reappeared with a paper in hand, which he handed to Dr. M, who put it down in front of Ruya and said, "Unfortunately, it's a human-sized form. Mr. Ramsay, is Cabrizzio here?"


"No, sir," said Ramsay.


Well it was impossible to be lucky in every single detail M supposed. "Then you can fill out the form for us."


Ramsay's mouth fell open. "Buh-uh-- I'm not a secretary! I'm a chief of security!"


"And I'm an Assistant Director of Intelligence. Anything else?" asked Dr. M.


"No, sir," said Ramsay bitterly, grabbing the paper and sitting down. He had a pen in his pocket. He proceeded to read out each section for Ruya and write down the information he was given.


"You can ask for a specific inquisitor in the Comments section," suggested Dr. M.


"Excellent," Ruya nodded, "I wish to request Inquisitor Gunn."


She was wondering why the Assistant Director of Intelligence couldn't do this himself, but perhaps some obscure rule of this bureaucracy prevented him.


"That's Gunn with two Ns," offered Dr. M.


"Dammit, I know that!" exclaimed Ramsay, indignant at being forced to write everything down. He then went white with shock when he realized he's just sworn at someone who severely outranked him. "Uh..."


"Right, well, off you go then!" said Dr. M, smiling peaceably. Ramsay took the reprieve and ran with it, quite literally darting away and disappearing two steps later. "It'll probably take a day or two to process," M informed Ruya.


"Very well. A pleasure meeting you, Dr. M." Ruya said, giving him a calculating look. "And if it isn't too much trouble, I would appreciate a review."


She looked to the door and then back.


"I am sure we'll meet again if you indeed spend as much time here as Burgundia implied."


"I hope so. And I think Inquisitor Gunn will very much enjoy meeting you." He smiled and waved his fingers at her. "Until next time."


With a look, Ruya waved her fingers back and then turned and flew out of the HQ. She had a lot to think about and something to look forward to.


M smiled at the empty room. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. He wanted to jump and dance for joy but he just sat there, still and smiling. Unbelievably, the pieces had all come together. Maybe not exactly as he had planned, but then, he was no Praetorian. For a mere mortal this was probably the best it got.


It was almost a shame Burgundia had to be a casualty in the process but better her than him. And Ruya... a more perfect piece he could not have sculpted himself. And Ramsay! Scheduling that man to be working in the HQ was perfect. Ramsay was notoriously obtuse, which was how he'd ended up with the Gaia assignment, hardly the most prestigious of appointments. Dr. M wondered if Ramsay's presence was intentional by Adomital or just a happy accident. Whatever the case, it was done. He had done it. And when the High Empress returned she would reward him. He wished dearly he could have told Wilbur or Antipov about it, but the Empress's reward would have to be enough.


M lept to his feet with a bit more exuberance than usual, shoving his hands into his coat pockets and proceeding down the hallway to the waiting area. "Initialize," he said to the open air, and a moment later he was gone.

Zayne Trouble


Zayne Trouble

PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:27 pm


Launch 1, Compiled by Em
When Edward Autry, Sergeant (j.g.), materialized in the waiting room of the Fleet's Gaian headquarters, he was already in motion. "--itch!" One foot came down on the carpeting, the sudden disorienting change causing Autry to wobble and wave his arms. Comical, if one was willing to risk laughing. No one was around to see as he righted himself and froze with his arms sticking out. Had he just bent one leg he would have been a perfect imitation of a flamingo.


After a moment spent glancing about the empty room, to assuage his pride and take stock of his surroundings, Autry straightened and tugged at his collar. In accordance with Fleet standards it was closed up to the top. Now that he was free of Central and any possible reprimand he loosened the top two fastenings. Probably they were watching him now. Without a superior officer present, there was no protocol crime.


He started towards the empty receptionist desk. Sometimes he knew Communications had a cloaked secretary there, but not today. He was a Security officer and he could see through the level-two cloaks employed by most other divisions. That was part of the reason he'd chosen Security for his primary. Security offered a level of control over others, an edge in the Fleet. Security gave him the ocular enhancements necessary to detect level-two cloaks. They were invisible to the eye, but nestled just below the outer membrane of his eyes, one in each. Unlike most enhancements offered in the Fleet, the ability to detect cloaks was not granted by nanites. The ocular implants were cyber, in the event they ever needed to be taken out.


Autry ran his fingers across the faux wood surface of the desk and up the side of the plastic bins used to sort the mail. They were empty. From the materials, Autry knew the offices were mostly a recreational cover for the personnel who used them, a way of escaping the Fleet for a few hours, hell, of escaping the multiverse controlled by the Three. The thought gave Autry a thrill of power. Since joining the Fleet, he had visited dozens of dimensions, all of them within the multiverse perpetuated by the Praetes. This was his first taste of the outside world in half a year. Here, anything could happen.


Perhaps not anything. There would be no sudden cessation of gravity, no random alien invasions, no immediate psychic destruction at the hands of a Nazi-created supersoldier. But it was outside the predictive powers of the Praetes. Things could happen that would be outside of their control.


There was a tick in the base of Autry's head, a figment of a sound in his mind. It was the nanites alerting him to imminent dimensional transfer in his vicinity. With an annoyed voice he announced, "Area secure." He turned and sat on the desk, crossing his arms. When his convoy arrived, he wanted them to see him in control of the area.


There was a faint shimmer in the air, the visual precursor of transfer, and then a man in a heavy dark blue suit tailored to the heft of his figure materialized into the room. Unlike Autry, he was not moving forward, and the few atoms of air between his shoes and the carpet were not enough to even register in his mind. For him, it was as if he had been standing still and the world had seamlessly changed around him.


He was not still, though, for Inquisitor William Gunn was almost constantly in motion. Immediately upon transfer he was reaching up to tug at his tie compulsively, adjusting it against the collar of his shirt as he cleared his throat.


He was not alone. Drifting in the air, Inquisitor Geiseric du Pont looked at least as annoyed as Autry did. His insectile wings twitched once at the change in temperature and pressure. They both noticed it, but du Pont more than Gunn. He was by his very nature a creature of the air, attenuated to such details.


"Sergeant Autry," said Gunn. He was tall, in his mid forties with short blonde hair turned silver in places and dull grey eyes. He was large but not overly so, just enough to hint that he was an immovable combination of fat and muscle, a slab of stone dressed in a fine suit. His eyes wandered around the room as he spoke.


Autry hated him, more on principle than anything else. Then again, Autry hated nearly everyone, so his hatred was hardly damning. "Captain," he said, avoiding the use of the title Inquisitor. "Lieutenant du Pont." He did the feien the courtesy of inclining his head.


Gunn stopped fiddling with his tie long enough to point towards Autry's chest. "Your jacket, it's undone at the top."


Any other situation and Autry would have given a rebellious, "So?" but he was in the Fleet now, and in Security to boot. Such insubordination was not tolerated in his division. He refastened his jacket without the need of a direct order and hated himself for it.


Du Pont was silent, contemplating the room. He pinched his lower lip between his teeth. When Gunn turned to him he was focused elsewhere.


"See anything unusual?"


Du Pont looked down at his partner. The only unusual thing might have been a bit of steady eye contact in return. Instead Gunn was already looking down at the floor, the chairs, the one-way window, anywhere but Geiseric's face. "The only thing unusual is how usual this place is," said du Pont. "Manufactured."


"Yes, it's-- totally devoid of human touch. Sterile." Gunn's head jerked in approval.


"Kind of like the Fleet," derided Autry.


"No, this isn't like that," replied Gunn quickly. "This is predictable."


Autry just rolled his eyes and banged his foot against the side of the desk. Somehow he had the idea that these intellectual goons from Investigative Services could sit here and analyze this room's design and layout for hours. Autry had completed his assessment in less than a minute: no hostile activity. No evidence of any crime. Boring decoration. In all honesty he did agree that the tastelessness of the room was unusual for the Fleet, but he would never deign to admit such a thing and risk agreeing with a superior.


Gunn's hands moved with apparent nervousness. First they went behind his back, then he moved them frontwards and began fiddling with his shirt cuff. He wore expensive cufflinks. Rounded gold squares with dark blue ribbed stone. They matched the dark blue color of his tie and the gold of his tie clip. Somehow Autry got the idea Gunn probably laid all of his clothes out in advance the week before and debated the cufflinks for an hour.


"So," Autry said, impatient, "are we just going to stand here or was there a reason for this trip?"


Gunn reached into his coat and tugged out a carefully folded sheet of paper. Autry might have imagined Gunn spending hours getting those creases just right but he recognized Fleet autofold when he saw it. The paper had a sort of shimmery metallic quality to it thanks to the nanofilaments in the pulp. If that wasn't a blatant misuse of nanotech, Autry didn't know what would be. Miniature machines programmed solely to fold up a sheet of paper?


When Gunn tugged on the corner of the sheet it unfurled to reveal the Security insignia. "These are your new orders."


Autry reached out and snatched the paper from Gunn. Words formed on the page in response to his ident nanos. He let out a nasal sigh. "You're ******** joking."


The epithet drew both inquisitors' attentions. "Watch your--" du Pont started.


"There's something I have to tell you," said Gunn, and when a superior spoke, everyone else quieted. It was not immediately obvious who Gunn was addressing. He turned towards du Pont slightly. The feien frowned dubiously. Gunn cleared his throat. "Effective after the end of this investigation, I'll be leaving."


Du Pont's brow furrowed questioningly, a demand for explanation he would never voice against his commander.


Gunn answered without prompting. "It's... the same as before. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I'm leaving you in charge of IS and Autry will be your partner." Gunn's aversion to eye contact looked guilty.


Though they had only been partnered a few short months, Geiseric du Pont understood how his partner worked. He looked disdainfully at Autry. "I won't pretend I'm surprised."


"Adomital?" Gunn said, voice practically a squeak.


"You left your coat on the chair when you went for coffee."


At that, Gunn relaxed. "That's good. Very good."


"I learned from the best," smirked du Pont.


Autry's annoyed voice interrupted. The black-clad Security officer was crumpling his orders into a wad of paper with little success, the nanofilaments unfurling and trying to straighten the paper back out. "If you two are done with your mating ritual?"


"Quite. And yourself and Manchester?" quipped du Pont. <******** you," came the growled reply as Autry finally gave up on crumpling and attempted to rend the paper in two.


"Alright, give that here," said Gunn, stretching his hand out. Autry relinquished the sheet with great reluctance. In Gunn's hands it flattened back into its original shape, barely creased, and promptly refolded. Satisfied, Gunn pocketed the paper. "I may not be the active inquisitor for this case but I'll be overseeing it. So until this case is over the two of you are still under my command." Clearly, he aimed that at Autry.


"Yes, sir," said Autry sullenly, bouncing his foot against the desk. "Where do you want to start?"


At the noise of a door opening in the hall, Autry's head turned. "I believe I can be of service," came a voice. Dr. M appeared in the hallway. "Inquisitors, I've been expecting you."


"Doctor," said Gunn, quickly crossing over and extended a hand. "Good to see you again. You know my partner, Geiseric."


"Good day, doctor," said du Pont, inclining his head.


"Good to see you again as well," grinned M, shaking Gunn's hand. He spectacled face turned towards the receptionist desk. "And Mr. Autry."


"Sergeant Autry," came the growled correction. M ignored it. He brought his other hand out from behind his back and revealed a stack of papers.


"This is the data on the missing feien. You'll note most of it dates from just before our operation began. Unfortunately our nanocoverage was only minimal then. There's a great deal missing. I'm afraid I can't be of more help. I've configured devices to track the locations of currently active feien in our network. Your best bet is to try and interrogate them."


"Interview," said Gunn softly, taking the papers and rifling through them.


"Yes, well, we each have our own methods." Dr. M's grin was more than a little unsettling to all three visitors.


"The devices?" said du Pont.


Dr. M bobbed his head and reached into his pocket. "Certainly." He withdrew what looked like a set of three keychains looped together. Two were the size of car alarm controllers, the third was the same design but scaled down considerably. Dr. M held one of the devices up and pressed a button on the side. A holographic display appeared in the air. "These will locate and identify tracked feien in your area. They can also be configured to home in on the signal of an individual." He pressed a button and the display changed, indicating direction and distance. "Security is standard; they're operable only by coded personnel. Breaking physical contact deactivates the device. I've taken the liberty of coding all three to work for any of you. You can also add codes if necessary."


"Who else can use them?" demanded Autry.


"Myself, of course, and Pavel. But he won't need yours, he has his own."


Gunn took the devices in his other hand and examined them. "Thank you, doctor. That was very generous." He handed one of the larger chains to Autry and then the smaller to du Pont. Autry immediately powered his.


All three of them were present on the display as dots with letters attached. Dr. M was not.


"I thought it would be useful if you could track each other," explained M.


"But not you," pointed out Autry.


Dr. M rocked on his heels. "Of course not. Why would you need to track me?"


Whatever line of reasoning Autry was intending to follow, he was immediately distracted by the appearance of new dots. "Incoming."


"Yes," said Dr. M. "The local feien are frequent guests. Inquisitor Gunn, if I may speak with you in private?"


> > > > Gunn nodded. "Greet the guests," he said to du Pont and followed M down the hall and into his office.


"Freaks," muttered Autry, keeping his eyes on the display.


"Your superiors," said du Pont threateningly. "Even if they're not present."


With a sniff, Autry ignored the threat and broke contact with the device. The display vanished. "Let's get this party started." He clipped the device to his wristwatch and let it fall hidden into his jacket cuff. In the air nearby, du Pont silently studied the entrance and wondered what to expect.


"WHEEE!!" Tahki squealed loudly, flying about in the group of flowers on the ground. She hadn't expected things to have changed this much, and it seemed more fun to her.


Ares could only look on in disbelief, wondering where the feien shop could have possibly gone. They'd been gone for over a year, and now that they decided it would be a good time to visit, it had completely vanished? Where were the other feien? Had everyone else disappeared as well? What of all the friends they'd made in the past...?


"This... can't be right," she sighed, her red eyes searching the area for any indication that maybe they had come to the wrong place. "It can't be just... gone."


Tahki attempted to land on one of the flowers she'd been circling around, her large wings stretched out to help herself ease down. However, she underestimated her weight as she stopped her flight spell and sent the makeshift seat crumbling to the ground, crushed underneath her small body.


"Oof!" The bi-colored feien sat up quickly and shook her head a little bit, blinking a couple of times as she looked around for a bigger flower. She WOULD be a butterfly!


Ares lifted a hand to her forehead, resting a finger gently against her temple as she could already feel a headache forming. That girl... She was more of a child than Raylan was.


She turned, prepared to leave at any moment, but stopped as she felt a bit of a familiar presence. It wasn't strong like most beings she felt nearby, a faint source of magic coming from a distance. Could that be another feien? Her three eyes proceeded to search the area, looking for any indication of a small creature like herself. At first, she couldn't see anything, but after taking another look around, she noticed something small and colorful by a window across the street.


"Tahki, I think we're in the wrong place," she said, looking over her shoulder a little bit before facing forward again. She began to fly across the street, wanting to inspect the window. "Come with me."


Tahki stopped flying for a moment, wondering where Ares was going. She didn't pick up all of what the older feien had said, just something about leaving. She was having so much fun, though! Why did they have to go across the street?


"Hm?" Her eyes caught sight of something colorful by a window on the building the time feien was heading toward. "Heeey... what's that?!"


The cold feien grinned as she flew very quickly across the street and right up to the window in question, noticing first the multi-colored cloth before the feien who was wearing it.


"Pretty!!" she giggled, lifting a hand, wanting to touch the red part of the material.


Content that he had attracted their attention, du Pont ducked back inside to rejoin Autry. They watched in mutual tight-lipped silence as the unfamiliar feien drew near.


Tahki frowned as the cloth disappeared through the window, her large bi-colored wings sagging down a little bit. It ran away! Did she scare it someho--


Her long ears twitched slightly as her thoughts were interrupted by a small voice, her yellow eyes looking down at the child that had approached her. The girl's hair and coloring reminded her a little bit of Merri and Ares...


Again, Ruya was alone and out of the confines of the Manor. There were endless possibilities out in the world, but she preferred comfort over excitement. There was something to be said for the known and the routine. And so it was that she rounded a corner just in time to see two feien winging their way over to the Feien HQ.


From a distance they didn't appear to be anyone she had yet encountered, but that wasn't surprising. She didn't know many feien at all. After her encounter with Burgundia, she was a bit wary about approaching them - but did anyway.


She glided along until she got close to the one by the window and then cleared her throat before saying, "Hello."


"Oh!" Tahki remembered this little one, but was a little confused as to why she was still little. "Ruya!"


The excited feien wrapped her arms tightly around the other, giggling happily. "Wow! I haven't seen you in a long time! Ares will be so happy to see you! Too bad Merri didn't come, I'm sure he misses you too. How have you been? Where have you been? Oh my gosh it's been so long since I've seen you I can't believe you haven't grown up yet or did something happen? It's been a long time! How have you been? Did you miss me? Do you remember who I am? Ares is going to be so happy to see you this is so great!!"


"Tahki, I can hear you from a mile away," the much calmer feien sighed, finally reaching the window. Ares landed on the ledge, wondering what had gotten into her to go off like that.


She was quiet as she realized who it was, hoping Tahki hadn't scared the poor dear. Ruya? Why was she so small...?


A little stiff, Ruya colored with embarrassment. When she could finally get a word in edgewise, she explained herself apologetically.


"I'm sorry, I didn't realize we knew each other. I, well, I was a bloom again and I don't remember anything that happened previously."


She looked over at Ares nervously. Somehow meeting people she knew was even more upsetting than meeting people who were mean to her.


Ares closed her eyes for a moment, not sure what to say upon hearing that information. Ruya was reborn somehow... Of course she wouldn't remember anything. At least it wasn't... because they had been gone for so long. Opening her three eyes again, she smiled slightly.


"My name is Ares, and her name is Tahki," she said softly, allowing her wings to drop down over her shoulders, much like a cape. "What's your name?"


"My name is Ruya and it's a pleasure to meet you. Again, I suppose." She smiled at Ares, as Tahki released her and seemed to be drawn away by something interesting inside the HQ. "I apologize for not knowing you both. It is a bit odd to feel like the feien I meet could already know me - without my knowledge. But I imagine it is also odd to greet a friend and find them without any memory for you."


"It's all right," she said, lying a little bit. "There will be differences on both ends. However, if they were really your friends in the past, then they'll learn to accept you again, even if you don't know who they are."


Her tail flicked a little bit as she took a few steps into the building, looking back to Ruya after a moment. "Do you come here a lot? It's been a very long time since I've been to headquarters, and things seem to have changed a bit."


Ruya followed Ares into the HQ, thinking how very wise and calm this feien seemed. Two qualities she admired greatly.


"I don't," she said, looking up at the human inside with mild surprise. "I've really only been here once that I know of and recently. I live with a feien, Sunil, who says that things have changed quite a bit in her lifetime. It is difficult to know when she is being serious, however."


Ares' brow furrowed slightly at the mention of her old friend, but only for a moment. Of course, how could she forget... Ruya had had a little trouble with Sunil when she was still young, and she was a little worried about the fact that her daughter had to live with the only feien she almost considered to be an enemy.


"Sunil..." she whispered, her wings adjusting themselves on her shoulders. "How is she? I hope she isn't giving you trouble."


"Sunil is fine, to the best of my knowledge. She is irritating, but not really trouble. She does seem to find it amusing to try and tell me stories about my previous life, but I generally just ignore her and she goes away."


Ruya pushed some hair behind her ear and then crossed her arms as they continued on.


"She is a juvenile again," she noted, thinking that might be of interest to Ares. "I don't believe she suffers from memory loss, but it would be difficult to tell. We don't spend much time together. You seem to have known us both, did we ever get along?" Ruya doubted such a thing, but they were bonded to the same person and had apparently been so previously as well.


Ares couldn't help but laugh quietly, though it was short lived as she heard the question.


"Hm... From my understanding, the two of you could barely tolerate each other, and it simply amazed me that neither of you tried to kill the other," she explained, thinking back to the few conversations she'd had with Ruya. "I think you tried to get along with her, but she just wouldn't have it. I'm afraid I don't know completely what happened, as I wasn't able to see you very often..."


Tahki blinked a few times, setting Ruya down finally as she tried to figure out why Ares didn't seem more upset by this. She was her daughter, and she forgot about everybody! ...If Ares could accept it, then so could she.


Maybe.


Her attention turned back to the window as she finally stepped into the room, looking around for the cloth again.


Of course, what Tahki found was not so much the cloth-collared feien as his comparatively large human companion, who was standing directly in front of the feien entrance with arms crossed and a frown. He let out a small harrumph.


Aha, there the cloth was, hovering in the air above the shoulder of the human, hands behind his back and a frown to match his partner's.


The cloth spoke first. "I am Inquisitor du Pont, this is Sergeant Autry. Your designation?"


Tahki blinked a few times at the man, a little put off by his apparent bad attitude. He and Merri would probably get along well as grumpy twins. Oh! The cloth spoke!! Wait... it was attached to someone, that's why it kept moving. Lifting herself into the air again, she flew up to the feien by the grumpy man's shoulder.


"Inqu-huh? Designation?" she said with a frown, not really understanding. "I'm not going anywhere. What's an... Inq... Inky.... Iiiiinnnnquuu.... What is a do Pond? Artery? Is he a VEIN??? I don't see any blood, though. Where did you get that pretty cloth? Ooo, your hair kinda looks like Ares'! Almost the same color and all wavy! Your eyes are pretty! Where did you come from? I've never seen you before. Are you bonded to someone? Do you come here a lot? Where is here? Is this the new feien headquarters? Does everyone meet here now instead of over there?"


Du Pont's eyes widened and he instinctively darted back in the air. One thing could be said for him: he was a fast feien. "I'm Inquisitor du Pont!" he said, quite clearly and a little bit too loudly.


Beside him, Autry raised an eyebrow in both amusement and derision. A good part of the amusement was from seeing du Pont caught off-guard.


Autry raised a hand into the air between du Pont and Tahki. "What say you start by identifying yourself," he said, the faintest hint of an Australian drawl creeping into his voice.


Tahki frowned again, crossing her arms across her chest and hunching over a little bit. He ran away! What a meanie. She wasn't going to hurt him.


"You talk too proper," she said with a pout, realizing they spoke in a similar fashion that Xiao usually did. "I'm Tahki! What's your names?"


Autry rolled his eyes and looked at du Pont. "Up to you, inquisitor. If you think you're going to get anything out of this one, go right ahead."


Du Pont frowned deeply and drifted back towards Autry's shoulder, still keeping a wary eye on Tahki. "We may yet need to speak with you later," he said ominously. Inwardly, he hoped not. Sincerely.


Why would they need to speak with her later? Hm, they were boring. And mean. Boring and mean weren't a good combination. Floating back down to the window, she once again landed on the ledge, plopping down into a sit and crossing her legs. The room felt like some sort of office... What was there to do?


Autry turned on his heel to face the entrance again and looked down at the new arrivals. "Doc wasn't lying. And you lot are?"


She decided to stop there as she finally looked up toward the man standing nearby, taking notice that he seemed to ask them a question.


"My name is Ares," the time feien stated simply, her wings twitching a little bit on her shoulders. "What... exactly do you intend on trying to get out of us? And please explain to me what an inquisitor is. I'm afraid I don't know a lot about military things, and given the uniform you're wearing, I'd say that's where you're from."


"Who said we were trying anything out on you?" asked Autry, immediately suspicious. He eyed the feien warily. "I'm the security guard, he's the inquisitor." Autry jabbed his thumb at du Pont, knowing the feien's location without even having to look.


"We're investigating several disappearances," said du Point levelly, looking to Ruya. "You are?"


That seemed to jive with what Ruya already knew, so she didn't think too much about it. Instead she concentrated on the man asking them for information.


"I believe he is probably from the Fleet," Ruya said, mostly to Ares. "They seem to have some sort of authority over most of the feien on Gaia."


She saw no reason not to identify herself to this individual, although she didn't recognize him.


"I'm Ruya. I believe you may be here in response to a request I made."


"Ah, Ruya, it's good to meet you," said du Pont, not sounding joyous in the slightest. "I'm Inquisitor Geiseric du Pont, this is Sergeant Autry. We're the representatives from Investigative Services. My partner is with us as well." Du Pont hesitated just a moment, realizing that his statement was no longer correct since Gunn was now his former partner, but there was no need for these feien to understand that.


"Yeah, we're lookin' for some missing feien," said Autry. "Any of you have any information?"


"I do," Ruya said, but looking regretful, "I'm afraid I didn't bring the files with me. They didn't seem like the kind of thing I should carry around with me."


"I surely can't imagine what ya'll do to them if they don't," said a new voice from from the doorway; it was a feien that Ruya had met before - white-haired Burgundia, voice bitter and cool, landing on the reception desk and pulling her red shawl around her shoulders as she eyeballed Geiseric and Autry. "More standover tactics, like the good Doctor? She won't be able to tell him anythin' I can't, y'know. They're mostly gone, and mostly because they hate the Fleet."


"And the original source of the information is, as she just said, Ms. Burgundia." Ruya said, voice cool. She wasn't sure what to expect from the bitter sounding feien this time around. "She makes me rather superfluous."


"Gone?" echoed du Pont. "Gone where exactly? If you could favor us with any locations or addresses..."


"Can't say I blame them," muttered Autry, loudly enough that every feien could hear.


...This was rather confusing. Missing feien? The Fleet? Now there was an authority over the feien?


"Perhaps... I've been gone a bit too long. Can someone explain to me what's happened?" she asked, looking between Ruya, du Pont, and Autry.


"Bunch of you little flying--" In a rare show of diplomacy, Autry stopped himself short of calling the feien "little flying faggots," which was how he usually addressed them back in the Fleet. "--people have gone missing. We're aiming to locate where they went. This isn't a Fleet dim, though, so I can't see why they'd skip town."


Burgundia made an elegant curtsey to Ares, though it seemed wholly perfunctory; her eyes were mainly on Ruya and Autry. They were possibly the most unlikely detective team in all the land. "This is a Western-inspired democracy, sir. Some who were born'n raised here shy away from a military organisation; we ain't all Fleet-bred, for one thing. " They simply disappeared? Or were the feien just hiding?


"Maybe they were afraid of changes that might have been made," she said calmly, peering toward the feien that had appeared on the desk, bowing her head for a moment in response to her gesture. "I don't know anything about the Fleet, however, so I can't imagine why feien would just... 'skip town', as you say."


Du Pont considered that. "Whatever the case is, as per the inquiry request, we're seeking information on any of them. As they are all Fleet citizens regardless of their objections, we have a right to confirm their whereabouts."


"Would it be possible to observe your methods?" Ruya asked. "As you go about gathering information, I mean."


She had no doubt they'd say no, but it couldn't hurt to ask.


"In my review that Ms. Ruya prob'ly so kindly collated for me, you'll see the information that was collected and my endin' recommendations," said Dee blandly, keeping a straight face at Ares' suggestion. "I'm surely glad that Fleet's now takin' an interest in its citizens, I really am. I'd love to observe your methods, too," she said, after a pause. "I'm deeply interested."


Du Pont looked to Autry. "I don't see why not."


Autry shrugged in reply. "I don't care. So long as they're not official guard duty. You understand that? If you want to come with us, I'm not responsible for your protection and safety." He had a slight sneer on his face as he made this announcement.


Ruya flushed, but resisted the urge to shoot Burgundia a dirty look. She had no doubt she would only end up looking ridiculous if she reacted to the other feien.


Her annoyance at Burgundia leaked into her voice as she snapped at Autry. "I certainly don't need your protection."


"You really don't," Burgundia agreed calmly with Ruya. "We'll be responsible for whatever happens to our own selves."


> > > > In the hallway, Inquisitor Gunn briefly appeared, exiting Dr. M's office and entering the bathroom opposite. Both doors clicked shut behind him, the bathroom audibly locking.


Du Pont looked over at Gunn's hasty room switch, wondering what precisely his boss was up to and frowning at the man's absence. This was a valuable chance to gather information, and Gunn had all the papers.


Ares stayed quiet as she watched Burgundia and Ruya, wondering about the tension between the two of them. She turned to see what Tahki was up to, but noticed she'd long since moved from the window and had gone back to playing with the flowers outside. Well, so long as she was happy...


"If it's all right, I would like to join them. I've been gone for a long time, and I'm interested in finding out what happened to the feien I used to know," she said, looking toward Autry and du Pont.


"Huh, yeah," said du Pont, thoroughly distracted as he stared expectantly at the hallway, waiting for Gunn to resurface.


Autry scratched at his neck, tugging at the collar of his jacket. "So long as you ladies all understand that if we get into any trouble, I don't care if you're ladies and I don't care if you're small and need protecting. I won't do it." Chivalry was not only dead, it was hacked into small pieces and incinerated.


"It's not like we normally wander through life relying on the kindness of perfect strangers to keep us alive," Ruya said, feeling like this man was going on a bit much about their safety. "Or are you expecting some sort of specific difficulty? If so, it might assist all of us if you were to let us in on it."


"Excuse me," Dee said coolly. "I am a damn well full grown woman; I don't need any big man to protect me, thank you kindly for not offerin'. Three adult feien are more than enough to take care of their damn selves, whatever we encounter."


Finally Gunn emerged out into the hallway, fully composed and ready for action. The feien papers were in his hand. He quickly assessed the group of feien. "I see you've got a gathering going. If you could all join me in here? All of you, please." He crossed the hallway to Hamada's office and opened the door, waving them inside.


Du Pont looked at Gunn, trying it guess the man's motives, but nothing came to mind. Gunn was always a strange customer. Du Pont dubiously glanced at the Gaian feien.


"Inside," repeated Gunn, waving the papers back and forth with some impatience.


Though suspicious as ever since her encounter with M, Burgundia daintily tied her shawl around her waist and followed where Gunn beckoned. In for a penny, in for a pound.


Autry gave a shrug and walked over to the office, supposing this was an order and not about to be the one who failed to follow it.


Ruya followed the others into the office, feeling a bit like a sheep being herded into a pen.


Fixing Gunn with a loaded glare, du Pont trailed the other feien into the office where Autry was beelining for one of the human-size chairs.


Ares followed behind everyone, a bit wary of what was happening.


Gunn closed the door behind the whole group and moved towards Hamada's desk where he took up a seat on one corner. "Alright. I'm Inquisitor Gunn, I'll need all of your names if you please." He laid the papers on his knee and removed a pen from his coat pocket.


"We've already given our names to these two," Ruya pointed to Autry and Du Pont. "But I'm Ruya."


"Ruya, you made the inquiry," said Gunn, noting something down. His scrawl was illegible to anyone else.


> > > >? Autry suddenly sat straight up in his chair, hearing the faint buzz of incoming extradimensional traffic. He started to stand, but Gunn jabbed a hand at him to sit back down. "That would be Lily. She'll be joining us in a minute." Gunn shifted his gaze to Ares and Burgundia. Curiously, he was looking in their direction but not actually at them, avoiding at all costs making eye contact with anyone.


"Burgundia Lukas-Hein," Dee said mildly. "I made my first inquiries to Dr. M."


Ares waited for her turn to speak before stating calmly, "Ares."


"Ares?" repeated Gunn, lifting his chin suddenly.


"What?" said du Pont instantly, recognizing Gunn's behavior as indicating he had found a clue.


Gunn looked down at the papers and thumbed through them, pulling one out. "You live with three other feien? Their names are... Tahki, Raylan, and Merrimack?" He managed to mispronounce both Tahki and Raylan.


"My goodness," Burgundia said, not sounding too surprised in any way whatsoever. "I investigated you, and now you're here. How odd."


Ares was a bit surprised that the man knew of herself and her bondmates. She looked to Burgundia for a moment, not quite understanding.


"Yes... yes, I live with them. Merri is one of my children, and Raylan is one of Tahki's," she explained, looking back to Gunn. "Why was I being investigated? Were we reported missing?"


Gunn ignored Burgundia's interruption, possibly because it added nothing to his investigation, and similarly ignored Ares' question. He pulled four papers out of the stack and passed them over to Autry. "They're all in good status and health?" Gunn asked Ares.


From over Autry's shoulder, du Pont read the names on the papers: Ares, Tahki, Merrimack, Raylan. He exchanged a look with Autry.


"Well, yes... of course," she said a bit reluctantly, not liking being in the dark. "We're all perfectly fine."


"That still leaves another dozen or so feien unaccounted for," Gunn informed the room.


The office door opened and anyone who had previously met Emperial and actually remembered would have recognized the girl that entered as having the same face and eyes and similar glasses: a perfect double. "Lily," said Gunn, not looking up. "Did you take care of the filing?"


The girl, clad in brown vest and skirt and ridiculously frilly off-white shirt, nodded her head. "Yes. I'm, ah, g-gonna check in now. With, um, the-the office here."


"You do that," said Gunn, and held up the first of the remaining papers. Lily slipped back outside, leaving the door ajar behind her. "Does anyone here have any information on a feien called Skylark?"


"Nothing whatsoever," said Burgundia, investigating her nails: if she had been Casca, she would have recognized the other woman immediately.


Gunn began to rattle off names. "Ursa, Hari, Aric... Ryuusei" (which he mispronounced, of course), "Gekisho, Yasha, Luca, Tosten, Calico... No? Yes? Any of them?"


Ruya shuffled a foot absently. She was pretty much completely useless, having no idea whether she had previously met any of these feien.


Du Pont sat back in the air with rolled eyes and a frown. If these girls expected any sort of daring shootouts or witness interrogations, they were probably going to be very disappointed by Gunn's low-key method of investigation, which when there was no crime scene involved mostly asking questions and listening for answers that did not fit. Du Pont suspected they would not find many aberrant responses from these Gaian feien.


Below him, Autry drummed his fingers against the papers he held in boredom. No one was going to be more disappointed by the simple nature of this investigation than him, since he basically lived for shootouts and threatening interrogations. If only he had been around when Burgundia spoke to Dr. M. His mind wandered back to the Fleet. He wondered what Manchester was doing, and if he was going to come home to a tank of dead fish.


Ares' heart sank with every name she heard listed off.


"I... I knew some of them," she said quietly, looking toward the floor. Gekisho, Yasha, Luca, Tosten, and Calico."


"Can you tell me when and where you last saw them?" asked Gunn, extracting the applicable papers and brandishing his pen.


"I haven't seen or heard from anyone since well over a year ago," she admitted. "The last one of them I saw was Tosten in 2004."


Gunn mouthed the year and furrowed his brow. This was not going to be a fun investigation, not by any means. The trail was too old. Why had these feien waited so long to report this? "Do you remember where? Did he mention that he was going somewhere? Any details may be important."


Ares was quiet for a long moment, remembering going back to visit Tosten only to find Nekota's home completely empty. Not even a feather could be found.


"He didn't tell me anything. I had no idea he'd left until I tried to go and see him," she said, sighing lightly. "Forgive me, I don't seem to be of much help."


"Wait. I do recall Ursa." Burgundia's brow had furrowed in an effort to remember. "I surely did never meet her; but my brother told me stories about her. He knew her well enough. She was, ... she was an Ancient, wasn't she?"


"We'll have to speak to your brother, then," said Gunn with mild interest. He truly seemed to have no interest whatsoever in answering anyone's questions.


"He died a while back," Burgundia said tonelessly. "You had better speak to Cousin Silva about Ursa, in my understandin'."


"Unfortunate," came Gunn's response. He flipped past a page and directed his attention back to Ares. "You may remember something later after you've had time to sleep on it."


Suddenly, Gunn's brow furrowed further and he lurched forward and grabbed the papers on Ares and her bondmates back from Autry. "How about these four? Arturo, Div, Gaius, Nero?" He looked far enough in Ares' direction that he could make out her response without staring at her directly.


Ares' three eyes widened slightly. She hadn't even thought about checking their house to see if anybody would be home when she returned. She'd simply assumed everyone would be there.


"They're... missing too?" she said a bit sadly. Things were just getting worse. "I haven't seen them since around the time I saw Tosten."


Ruya felt bad for Ares, coming back only to find many of the people she knew were gone. She was starting to wonder if having no memory really wasn't so bad.


Autry was starting to wonder if he should just try and skip this whole assignment and complain about being transferred to Investigative Services, a section he had no business being placed with in his opinion. This was boring, and why anyone cared what happened to these annoying little winged people was a complete mystery to him. He would rather be stuck on corridor patrol.


And as soon as that thought occurred to him, Autry retracted it. No, this was better than patrol duty. Better than having his memory wiped every time there was a minor security hiccup or a visitor he wasn't supposed to know about in case he was captured. Still. He sank back in the chair and stared at the white plaster ceiling.


Gunn's nose and eyes scrunched up, another signal du Pont was familiar with. "Did you go somewhere, Miss Ares?" he queried.


"Yes," she started, furrowing her brow a little bit. She didn't like how Gunn's face scrunched up the way it did. "We moved away for about a year, living with another form of my guardian's. We finally came back about a month ago. Many of the feien you're asking about have been gone long before I left, however."


Gunn nodded and made more notes. "If you remember anything, any detail at all about the habits and behavior, or friends, or lifestyle of the feien in question that might connect to their whereabouts -- even quirks you think have no connection -- I want you to tell me."


"Actually," said du Pont, "Misses Ares and Ruya and Burgundia asked to accompany us on our investigation. I said they could."


Gunn flinched. "All of them?" he said in a small voice.


"All of them," groaned Autry, "but I made it clear I'm not guarding any of them and they're not getting any Fleet protection for any reason."


There were the beginnings of objections to that since it had been made variously clear that the girls did not feel they required any protection, but it was cut short by Gunn.


"All right, inquisitor," Gunn said to du Pont, "it's your investigation. Do you have a next move?"


Du Pont considered. "We should go find the feien Burgundia mentioned, Silva. It's our only lead at the moment. Ares can brief us on any of the habits and associates of the feien she has previously had contact with on the way. Burgundia, I assume you can take us to this Silva?"


Burgundia smiled rather mirthlessly. "I can. I can't guarantee that he'll co-operate, but cordiality will go a long way in gettin' Cousin Silva to answer any questions you might have for him. I'd suggest meeting somewhere neutral, though."


"What would a neutral location be?" asked Geiseric, curiosity piqued.


"Anywhere that isn't feien HQ or his house, I imagine." Burgundia raised a mildly disdainful eyebrow at Geiseric. "Obviously."


Geiseric squinted at that, unconsciously having picked up some of his mentor's habits. "Autry, you accompany Burgundia and obtain a location for this meeting, then inform Inquisitor Gunn and I as to the place. We will meet you there."


"Hold up," said Autry, leaning forward in his chair. "I'm supposed to be accompanying you. Security detail."


Du Pont shook his head. "No, now you're an investigator. Gunn and I will need to review Ares' statements and you will report to us as to whatever situation Silva presents. Ruya, you are welcome to accompany myself, Inquisitor Gunn, and Ares."


Ruya nodded, moving closer to Ares. That was fine with her.


Du Pont floated expectantly in the air a moment. "You have your orders. Move."


Autry made a face as if he might spit, but he was indoors and refrained. "Come on," he said to Burgundia, rising from his chair. "Take me to this Silva guy."


"As you wish," said Dee, privately noting that there was no chance in hell she would ever lead any Fleet operative directly to Silva's house - and to Ruby. "Let's be off."


Gunn tapped the papers he held against the table to straighten them. "Let's go over the feien one by one," he said to Ares.
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