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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 7:53 pm
It was a relatively quiet day for Sabina. Well, as quiet as it could possibly get with Negaverse overrunning the city. She sighed as she got to organizing her shelves. Most of the books she had were independently published. Naturally, she had a whole section for Negaverse Propaganda. One could never be too careful. Even though it wasn't no Barnes and Nobles, her bookstore had a shelf for every genre. She clenched her fists together every time an ally came in seeking help. One day she'd punch some dumb Chaos member in the face like she really wanted to. Today was not going to be that day. She was sure the day was to come soon though. Sabina was a little sad that there were no customers. Usually late afternoons saw at least one customer or someone with a cup of coffee coming in to escape into a book. She kept the store open late just in case. Well, at least she had some peace to reflect on everything that had happened. Pulling a stool up behind the register, she scooted onto it and then closed her eyes for a bit. Aeeth Feel free to just come in and disturb her! It is a bookstore and she is totally open for business.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 7:12 pm
The blonde frowned at his assignment when he looked over the details, a single eyebrow cocked in distaste for what it offered him. Rudimentary inspections of property proved mandatory these days, when the state bolstered its power over the people. As always, he was to look for any questionable propaganda, ensure that the dwelling follows all guidelines for acceptable content, and that the owner of the establishment is aware of taxations, follows draining protocol, and can adequately answer or explain any discrepancies.
He must've done a thousand of these.
Adonis sighed dramatically, allowing his shoulders to drop despite the strain placed on his missing skin. The orders stubbornly clung to his hand, despite the inclination to simply toss them into the garbage. However, personal information of those involved were scripted plainly across the page, and any garbage-plumbing senshi worshipper may see it as sign and reason to visit the address. Those cockroaches often scuttled to any home that looked remotely favorable... And the thought came to mind that he may just forge one and trash it for future ambushes.
Scratch that, he thought mildly. Save it for those who think it's fun to risk their lives. Finally the PR officer settled on wadding the paper up, shoving it into the back of his boot where it crinkled for the duration of the walk. Uncomfortable as it was, he masked all recognition of it when regarding others on his way to the bookstore.
Finally he mounted the steps to the establishment, idly counting each one before he stood at the threshold. The exterior of the shop checked out well enough - unassuming display of a forgettable name, the proper fliers mounted outside, store hours and all that s**t he never really bothered with. Great, perfect, no reason to stand around with his thumbs up his a**. Finally Adonis pushed through the double doors, a practiced smile in place to delineate his whitened teeth and theatrics trained for public speaking. "Good afternoon, Sabina." At least he remembered that much from the memo. Producing his badge, he angled the bifold downward to expose the actual seal inside, denoting him as part of the PR investigations efforts.
"I'm sure you know what this is about." The corrupt strolled toward one of the first bookshelves angled toward the door before he ran a finger across each spine faced carefully toward the edge. It caused his to itch. "I don't suppose you've got any of that pro-terrorist trash in here, do you? Be a doll and tell me how happy you were to toss it into your fireplace. Unless, of course, you kept a trifle or two to turn in for a few favors." Pausing, he shot the girl an interested glance.
If nothing else, she had pretty eyes. Cold eyes.
He rather liked the cold.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:26 pm
Sabina peeked an eye open at the creaking of the old door. No one could ever sneak into her shop because that thing was so noisy that she could probably hear it while listening to music. As it was, her store was quiet except for the corrupt senshi now talking to her. She blinked both eyes at him, a smile easily finding it's place on her face. Her eyes touched on the badge briefly before going back to Adonis. She made a slight show of adjusting her dress, as if she needed to tidy up for his presence. Which to be fair, her dress was slightly smashed in the back from her sitting down. Before stepping out from behind the register, she pulled her braid over her shoulder so it wouldn't accidentally hit him while she walked. She shook her head, expression completely pleasant even though she felt interrupted. It was expected. By now, she had gotten used to them coming into her store. At least he wasn't here just to harass her. "I have never had any pro-terrorist books or publications in my store. It is strictly for reading pleasure. There is a section that highlights the Negaverse though. Also, any recent newspaper publications can be found. I fear that I don't check those for any bad articles, though I'm sure you have it under control." The way she spoke was very matter of fact and there was a note of sweetness at the end. As if to hint that she needed protecting from any terrorist propaganda. The heels of her boots clicked on the hardwood floor as she showed him the various sections. Deep inside her, there was anger directed at him, even if it didn't show. Here she was, being nice to him when he and his kind were ruining pretty much the whole world. Then again, he was a senshi. Though she had little doubt that he would want to purify. Just the way he looked at her, it seemed fake almost. Instead of punching him, "Would you like some lemonade? I made some in case any customers came in but it's been quiet today. Was something going on outside that I missed?" She held up the pitcher that had been sitting on one of the tables in the front. Everything she did and said seemed pleasant and genuinely friendly. Her ability to be happy under all circumstances is what helped her through every single inspection and questioning she ever had to endure.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 11:50 am
"As long as you don't stock articles from those underground rags, it shouldn't be a problem. Destiny City Tribune has been under control for..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully, gaze drifting to the vaulted ceiling in thought. "Four years, now? It didn't take long, not with Tag's rising stardom and every journalist worth his salt wanting to ride those coattails to fame." Adonis suspected that the store owner harbored some other method of spreading word about the terrorists - whether self-published satire or underground meetings or even donating a portion of the profits to some obscure and benign-sounding charity fund. She simply acted far too compliant with his requests as compared to those he shadowed of relative worth.
He considered skinning her as a means of interrogation, but knew that wasn't his place. Submitting her to the investigations bureau required more than just a hunch for supporting evidence, too. Sighing thoughtfully, his fingers traced the mahogany edge of the shelving.
"No, thank you." Adonis made it a point to refuse all food and drink offered by those he investigated, as too often the indulgence proved harmful - whether captured by the resistance for questioning, or otherwise killed for a too trustworthy nature. Even with the Negaverse bearing down on the city, and its majority supporting their cause, the streets often harbored their own dangers too often dismissed by the Dark Kingdom's rule.
And youma, unfortunately, were not his friends.
"Oh, there was something of a scene earlier," he replied as he plucked a copy of Night from the shelves and thumbed through its pages. His gaze focused on it dully, as if an inane task. "A couple malcontents started antagonizing some of the youma that patrol these parts. Since they're not always under direct supervision by captains, a few 'slipped their leash' so to speak and devoured the troublemakers. Since then, I assume most people ducked indoors to wait for the youma to calm. It's a shame, really, that these things happen - it only hurts the public when these vigilantes make a stand to prove their own points. They can't just... let everything go the way it's supposed to." He returned the Elie Wiesel novel to the shelf and continued shadowing her, pausing only when the pair passed her counter.
"Mind if I inspect your most recent shipment?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 12:10 pm
Sabina shrugged her shoulders. "I don't like to keep anything underground. Though I do support independently published authors." It was disgusting to have to deal with him but it was routine. They had to inspect per their superiors order. Sometimes she could almost feel sorry for them. How many had actually chosen this? How many had become corrupted with no idea what was happening and by the time they knew, it was too late? She was a little lost in thought, so his words took awhile to sink in. Youma, she was sure there wasn't much people that liked those things including the agents of chaos. "I can't imagine why anyone would bother a youma. I mean, I wouldn't." That was the honest truth. No matter how her powers helped her, youma were nasty creatures. "Oh, no problem. Go ahead." She pulled the box out. It wasn't much. "Mostly just poetry and children's books. Those go the fastest. Although recently, I've seen sales go up in the self-help section." Aeeth OMG! I didn't even get a notice to say there was a response. Good thing I decided to check it. >.<
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