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Adeptus Animus
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Join Date: Jan 2007
Age: 36
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Originally Posted by ghazghkull
Hey, that's half the fun in OC. You can let your creativity run wild. And as far as I'm concerned, my RF6 will not conform to S4 when it comes outs. Any subsequent stories I make here will most likely conform to S4.
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Oh, I let my creativity run wild, but I enjoy making stories fit into canon. That's where half the fun in character creation lies for me. Making a story and having the fit into the story without taking over the entire story is a challenge, and one I like to take on. It's not jus Nanoha either, there are Keroko's in Shana, Mai Otome, Slayers, Negima, heck even pokemon (dog-type trainer main pokemon are Flareon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, Espeon, Umbreon and Arcanine).
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Originally Posted by ghazghkull
Home alone eh? Have fun, and make sure them burglars don't try to steal anything  |
Bah, I live in a village where the worst form of crime as far as I can remember was when someone set fire on a wooden playground house several years ago, and nothing like that has happened since. As long as I take medium precautions (close doors and curtains at night) I should be fine.
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Originally Posted by Tk3997
Speak for yourself me I’ve been sleeping like 12+ hours a day and accomplishing absolutely nothing with the rest of it well besides writing crack that has nothing to do with my fic (VF >>> Gadgets…) and polishing off a 3,000 word in character essay about Electronic Warfare mages. (Before you ask yes I have no life.)
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Cool, cool. Now which part of that is 'not making good use of your vacation'?
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
*sneaks in*
*drops package*
Spoiler for Confinement:
MC0074, December 15th
Arcea County Sheriff’s Office
Prison Blocks
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The grey walls, the grey ceilings, and the slightly darker shade of grey for the cement floor that was chipping away piece by piece with very step. Somehow I felt that had if I paced long enough I’d wear down the floor enough to give me an exit out this place; not that it was actually the reason I was pacing around as of current. It was better than just lying in that admittedly comfy bed counting all the cracks, holes and bumps on the ceiling. Shame the kids need to go through complete system diagnostics right now, now when I really needed someone to talk to. There were the other inmates on the cells besides mine, but unfortunately they’ve proved to be… less than amiable, either due to indifference, disinterest or just plain stupidity. Not that I expected any better…
To tell the truth, it wouldn’t be difficult for me to get out of here, through those flimsy metal bars with its easily-picked automatic lock and through these thick concrete walls. There was no anti-magilink field present, judging from the brightness of the glowing searcher sphere I kept floating in my right hand like a toy. I wouldn’t even need Galatea to break out of here.
But I’m in no hurry to leave. The food was (slightly) better than anything I’ve had in months, and I do get my own clean bed and toilet to use. Would’ve liked a better outside view where I can see the stars at night, but no choice in that matter now don’t we? And whether due to their generosity, or their idiocy – or both – they let me keep Khaydarin; with the fantastic World.net access in here, I can do all my online research from here and not look suspicious doing it.
Don’t know how long they plan on keeping me locked up here, but spending the last week in here wasn’t too bad if I say so myself. Most people think that jail cells are bad… I don’t know about them, but if it wasn’t for the fact that archaeology is a field profession I actually won’t mind staying here. Free tax-payer funded clean food and shelter guaranteed for the duration of my stay... where else can I get that? If only they had room service to go along with it…
I was just about to ponder whether I should look up the Crystallized Energy Ruins on Duraxyll or the slightly more interesting news regarding even more Relic-related attacks when I heard the loud buzzing that told us the security guard-in-charge opening the door to the prison block section, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps coming in. I snuffed the searcher away and checked the time.
12:59 hours.
Right… Enforcer Fate did say they’d send someone at this hour… wait, I’m supposed to be the inmate…
“Good Afternoon Ms. Kaylin Mathis.”
The man in front of me on the other side of the bars was somewhere around 6 feet tall, with spiky flared yet orderly black hair, not too bad looking I must say... unfortunately wearing the standard Bureau Ground Forces Air Corp barrier jacket, which brought down his respectability points several thousand notches by default. He didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about his current assignment, and his posture was uncannily proper and conservative… which resulted in him looking like a stiff robot.
“You must be the guy Enforcer Fate sent here… you got a name?”
The iron bars separating me from me slid out of the way as I finished, and he slowly moved aside and motioned with his hand for me to move out.
“This way.”
“Uhm… thanks?”
I followed him down the corridor, taking small pleasure in seeing my former inmates look at me with jealousy at the guy-who-must’ve-forgotten-to-introduce-himself continued. I suppose a mere guard leading me out wouldn’t need to…
“Ms. Mathis, having heard the testimonies from our witnesses, it’s been decided that there is sufficient reason to clear you of any involvement with the Arcean Mafia, and along with various mitigating circumstances, the conditions with which the original charges were created have been rendered invalid, thus you’re hereby released from lockup effective immediately.”
“I see.”
There really wasn’t anything new to what he said, having known the details of my case beforehand from hacking through their files. At least it didn’t sound rehearsed despite the attempt at legalese. With nothing of interest, I continued perusing through the newspages displayed on my visor about the compression states of interdimensional energy, which also wasn’t anything interesting…
“… However, under one condition.”
… That however, was new to me.
“While the charges against you in relation to the Arcean Mafia have been dropped, you were still found in possession of and utilizing the offending Jewel Seed, and further investigations have reveal your long history with potentially dangerous incidents regarding numerous other Lost Logia in the past. And as I understand it you still have several in your possession.”
Shi-
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The quick attempt at the obvious lie was the only thing I managed to get out under the circumstances.
“While we have no reason to hold you here, we would still like to ensure that such incidents aren’t repeated in the future. “
And what the hell does that mean?
I think I may have said that out loud…
“It means we’ll be putting you under constant personal surveillance effective until such time that it has been determined that you no longer pose a potential threat...”
Okay…
“...And also all the Lost Logia found in your possession at the time of the incident have been confiscated…”
… I should’ve expected that, though at least there was still-
“… as well as those kept in storage in your subdimensional storage pocket.”
-my subdimensional storage pocket of which only I have access to-
Waitaminute…
What did he just say?!
He did not SAY what I think he did…
No way…
“Did you just say… my storage pocket?”
This is not happening…
“Yes. I personally gained access to the storage pocket in your possession, and all relevant items deemed classified as Lost Logia have been impounded. In total I retrieved 78 out of 80 items, with the exceptions made due to their low perceived threat levels.”
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All those treasures I’ve collected. All the years of sweat, dealings, double-crossings, haggling, digging, and searching… 78 of the finest and rarest treasures I’ve ever had the pleasure of recovering and restoring to their former glories…
All of my efforts…
GONE
And taken from my private sanctum in subdimensional space, which I thought impossible to access except by me…
The muted joy I would’ve had at being let free from prison was slowly being replaced by this most insidious feeling of nightmarish dread… and an overwhelmingly insatiable urge to strangle this… stiff person right here and snuff the living daylights outta him with his blood and guts and brains spilling out of every goddamn orifice in his body…
Screw it.
“GIVE THEM BACK RIGHT NOW YOU-“
No sooner had those words come out did I find myself pinned to the floor face first planted on cold hard concrete, my hands tied behind my back and a heavy knee pressing hard at my neck, making further resistance impossible. At the corner of my eye the Prison Block security guard by the door shrugged, then went back to reading his paper.
Just me and this stiff guy then huh?
“Ms. Mathis, please behave yourself.”
“Damnit…”
His removed his knee from my neck, and helped me up to my feet, still restraining my arms with only his right hand on my wrists with almost crushing force. Is this guy a monster or something?!
“Violation of private property, harassment, use of excessive force… what can you not do Mr. Stiff?”
He finally removed his iron grip on my wrists, feeling the blood return to my numb hands.
“I’ll do what I need to do Ms. Mathis. And I will bring you down in similar fashion as often as necessary to keep you in line in the foreseeable future, as per my assignment with you.”
Wait-
“What?”
“As I mentioned before, you will be put under constant personal surveillance accompanied by a liaison as specified in your sentence to better observe and if necessary intervene in your actions should they prove to be a potential threat to Bureau interests, and said surveillance will only be lifted should it be determined that your actions and motives no longer constitute a danger to the greater populace."
For the first time in the moments I saw him, I thought I saw him smirk... or was that just my imagination...
"In other words, I’ll be accompanying you from now on, and watching you very closely.”
Just unbelievable. I get out of the confines of a prison… only to be put on a leash, and with this guy as my freaking handler. If this is your idea of a “humane” sentence Enforcer Testarossa Harlaown, please put me back in my jail cell…
“This ain’t happening…”
“Believe it Ms. Mathis.”
At least he didn’t say something in legalese this time.
“By the way, regarding your first question, it’s 2nd Lieutenant Glock Heckler, 79th Army Battalion.”
“Right.”
At this point I don’t care anymore. And no I’m not gonna take that handshake of yours either…
“It’s a pleasure to be working with you Ms. Mathis. It’s nice meeting you.”
Speak for yourself Stiff. I’ll get rid of you someday…
*RUNS*
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.... Wow, that certainly is an interesting way for them to meet. I had this hunch while reading, something along the lines of 'Oh, you have got to be kidding me' with a grin on my face. When Glock introduced himself, I laughed.
Love at first sight? Me thinks not.
And yes, isolation can do wonders for the imagination. 
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