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Aug 18, 11 at 2:29am ^The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
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The Key, The Gate, And The Source
"Welcome to NCA."
The director was a relatively short man, with an intense look about him, and yet he sounded perfectly calm and in control. Apart from the director, seven young men and women were sitting around an oval shaped table, a senior agent standing behind each of them.
"You all have a year of training behind you, it's time for you to join our team," the man paused, letting it sink in for a second. None of them had been warned about this. They all thought they still had more training to go. "This is not a high profile agency. We don't deal in espionage or terrorism, but we do require loyalty and secrecy. I will give you all one last chance to walk out, right now, though I doubt anyone will take the option." Another pause followed, but as presumed, everyone remained seated. "Good. From here on out it'll get interesting. You will be assigned to the senior agent standing behind you. Three of you will fly out as soon as possible to go back to the university you dropped out from." That obviously effected a number of raised eyebrows, but the director did not slow down. He hit a button on a remote, and a screen behind him lit up. It showed an image of a key. A four-sided skeleton key, to be precise, one whose shaft was finely decorated with abstract patterns and a handful of pictographs. "This is the key. We know nothing about it, except that it looks like this, and that it's in our vault. That is our goal, to find out what this key is for. That is also why some of you are going back to university, because we want access to those local resources. Your new mentors will fill you in on other details."
The NCA, or Non-Contextual Agency, doesn't recruit the best of the best, but rather people they can trust for the long haul and who have, at the very least, a general interest in history. Recruits are trained in the use of firearms and in self-defense, among other general skills.
The Agency is led by a director, but other than that, there is no clear, permanent hierarchy. People are placed in charge when necessary and according to their skills and what the intended goal is. Among the more typical staff found in any company or agency, the Agency also counts two permanent Mathematicians working on the patterns that found on the Key. Many other staff members give it a shot at least once, but nothing has come of it so far.
Lilith's Tethers is a secret society dedicated to finding the Key. Because of this, they often cross paths with the NCA when investigating new leads.
This secret society hides within the ranks of fans of a band by the same name. It is a mystery how they spread their intelligence though, as not all fans are members of the society. Another mystery is why they are after the key, or how they even know of its existence. Do they know something the Agency does not?
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Aug 18, 11 at 3:00pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
What we know about the key so far...
Will be updated whenever something new is revealed about the key.
Other known facts...This will mostly contain what we have found out about Lilith's Tethers so far, to make it easier to keep everything straight in your head.
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Aug 26, 11 at 9:10pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Alexia Malbury
Appearance: Alexia has shoulder-length, brown hair that spikes out at the tips of her hair. Her eyes match her hair, being a deep, soil colour. Alexia has somewhat of a rounder shape of a head. She wears a grey t-shirt, covered by a black cardigan. On her neck she wears different shapes of Amethyst; her birthstone. Alexia wears grey pinstripe pants, reaching down to her ankles, and wears black high-heels. She is relatively tall, and more on the skinny side.
History: Alexia was born with only a mother and an older brother. For her life she has been living it normal, until sudden death to her mother came to Alexia when she was only 8 years old. Jeremy, her older brother, used to look after Alexia, always teaching her new things, and making sure she's been in the right. When she turned 19, she moved out her house, and moved not too far away from Jeremy, keeping close contact to him, until reading about the key online. From there, she wanted to find out more about it.
Conventional Equipment: She carries around a pocket knife, just to keep safe. She relies heavily on her partner for the weapons, due to her mother being killed, and disliking weapons or killing.
Preferred Modus Operandi: Alexia goes in head up most missions, but it is quite simple to bring her confidence down. She enjoys finding about the key each mission as she goes on.
Quirks: She does have a weird obsession of collecting small things, such as coins and stamps.
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Aug 26, 11 at 10:37pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Jennilyn 'Lyn' Grimm
Appearance: Lyn's appearance is nothing special for the most part. Dark brown hair, brown eyes with a hint of green at the edge of the pupil, a femine round face with pronounced lips. Nothing one hasn't seen before. She is tall, however, standing less than an inch short of six feet. She is not particularly muscular, but still surprisingly strong for her body mass.
History: Lyn was born outside of the United States, in Belgium, where she was raised for the first seven years of her life. When her father got a job in the US though, they moved. Her life was quite uneventful, until she didn't stop growing during puberty, becoming the tallest girl in her social circles. This frequently brought her problems, as a person can take only so much abuse before she fights back. She got into a few fights and was reprimanded for them. The fights stopped because the boys who picked on her had gotten the message, though, not because of the punishments she had been given.
She became interested in martial arts because of this incident, and began training the local Taekwondo-club, the only martial art available in the immediate area. Her interests bloomed from there, often inspired by people she met. From videogames to history, she found it all quite fascinating and fun. Not wanting her interests to get boring, she began to focus on maths and sciences in school. Though she wasn't terribly good at them, she still passed all subjects.
Things turned quite around at college though. The courses became much more intense, and she either had to give up her hobbies, or find something that left enough time for them. She made an attempt at that her second year, but failed miserably, which is when she was approached by the NCA. Hesitant at first, she realized she would need the money they offered sooner or later, and thus accepted the job.
Conventional Equipment: Lyn carries an H&K P30L on her person at all time. During her training at the NCA, she became used to the feeling of carrying it, and thus always keeps it with her. She also usually carries some kind of bag or purse, with typical supplies in them, as well as some kind of relevant book on most occasions, and tools that might come in handy on an operation.
Preferred Modus Operandi: When talking of the key in public, Lyn often pretends that she's writing a story, throwing the relevant vocabulary into the conversation. When trying to infiltrate, she prefers to knock out any guards to avoid surprises later. Of course, because this raises the alertness of guards after the infiltration, she sometimes has to avoid this when she might need to return there. She might also forgo this method if security is loose enough.
Quirks: She can get distracted easily. She also like to cuddle up to someone, even if she's not particularly close or in a relationship with said person, on the other hand, she is a bit distant in relationships.
EDIT:: Made a mistake in the consistency of her backstory and age. Fixed now.
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Aug 27, 11 at 12:13am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Zachary "Wolf" Wolfgang
Appearance: Zach gets his nickname from his intimidating appearance. He stands at 6'4" and is 320 pounds of pure muscle. His eyes are a piercing ice blue framed by a mane of chocolate brown hair that is always slicked back. His face is nothing but sharp angles, everything seeming to be chiseled in stone. His attire always tends to be formal, casual for Zach is a dress shirt, dress pants and dress shoes. His skin is a light tan that has many scars going across it.
History: Zach grew up in Ohio in downtown Cincinnati. His childhood was pretty typical until his mother died when he was five. This left him with his abusive father. Zach joined a gang when he turned thirteen. He was involved in many knifefights, shootouts, and other various activities. He was imprisoned at eighteen, however he straightened out with the help of his girlfriend he meet in school. After Zach got out of jail, he enrolled in a college to get a degree in criminal justice. He was the top of his class and a self admitted teacher's pet. That's when NCA reached out to him.
Conventional Equipment: Zach always has a Smith & Wesson 9mm semi-automatic or two concealed on his person at all times. If he can't get to his gun, he'll use a knife.
Preferred Modus Operandi: Zach will do anything to get the mission objective accomplished. However, if he had to choose, he likes to do things on site. This covers: gathering evidence, recon, going under cover, etc.
Quirks: Zach has a bit of an obsession with wolves; it's not unhealthy, just a tad weird.
Zach is extremly clausterphobic, but he doesn't mind a crowd. He also hates insects, he's not really afraid of them, he just extremly dislikes them.
Zach always puts on a facade of being a tough guy, but he's really just a teddy bear. If he's around somebody he's curently dating/ is close to he becomes goofy and acts like any other normal guy.
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Aug 27, 11 at 2:21am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Juliet Downham (nicknamed Ju or Julie)
Age: 23 and 3/4
Appearance: Juliet is noticeable for her bright ginger hair, which is shoulder length and worn in pigtails more often than not. This contrasts with her large, steel blue eyes and she is quite a memorable person. Whilst not especially pretty, Juliet has an exceedingly expressive face that can snap between moods in a matter of seconds. She is small, slim and her figure isn't too effeminate (another, more teasing nickname for her is "Doll"). Whilst she is of a healthy skin tone, Juliet has several freckles, prominently on her face. Her clothing changes from day to day, but it is usually quite childish- quirky t-shirts and shorts are a favourite of this girl, despite not being professional. Despite her size and youthful appearance, Juliet still packs quite the punch
History: First thing first- Juliet's real name is Samantha, or Sammy. She never had a permanent home, since she and her single mother were constantly hiding from debt collectors. Her mother passed away when she was ten, leaving Sammy on the streets. At first, she survived by begging and pickpocketing, but soon integrated herself into a gang and grew into one of the city's most notorious gangsters. However, when she was sixteen, a gang fight became horrendous and she was permanently scarred. Upon this, she gave herself in to the police. She was let out of jail after three years. She attempted to reform herself, but failed financially. The NCA approached her around this time, having heard of her abilities. They offered her the chance to change her identity and start afresh if she agreed to work for them.
Conventional Equipment: A handgun and a knife. These are just protocol, though- Juliet is more than happy fighting with whatever comes to hand, as well as participating in hand to hand combat. Even when she uses weapons, Juliet may not necessarily use them right- if in close combat, it is not unknown for her to club someone with her gun.
Preferred Modus Operandi: Juliet faces her operations with a devil-may-care attitude, often acting recklessly and leaving the chances of success to luck. If this fails, she will quickly come up with a solution on the spot, albeit one that is usually equally as risky as the first plan.
Quirks: She talks in third person whenever she is embarrassed or gets emotional. Juliet also has an obsession with shiny things; she hoards them, like a magpie. She can easily slip from childish, happy-go-lucky mode to psychopathic gangster. Juliet has hydrophobia, and will only ever enter a large body of water if physically forced.
"Some people are like slinkies. They have no real use, but they're fun to push down stairs."
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Aug 31, 11 at 11:32am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Matt Redfield
Appearance: Matt is a thin, pale young man, with a bishounen-like appearance. His hair is dyed lightning blue, and he has deep blue eyes. Matt often wears a black hoodie, a gray T-Shirt, black sweat pants, and black sneakers. He is very soft-spoken and sweet.
History: Matt was born in the small town of Norton, Virginia, in the early 1990's. His biological mother died of a freak stroke just days after Matt was born, and his father married a younger Japanese woman named Sora Ogawa via a mail-order bride agency within months. The three of them grew up in a house situated in the wooded hollow aptly titled Sylvia Hollow, near the small coal mining town of Dante, located in Dickenson County, VA, a rural county located in the coal mining regions of the Appalachian Mountains. Matt and Sora were very close, despite the fact that she was not his biological mother. They often would spend time together playing video games, watching shows like The X-Files and The Simpsons, and reading books. His father, James Redfield, was a soldier in the United States Army who worked in Military Intelligence until his contract expired in August of 2001, just weeks before 9/11. Afterwards, James Redfield would travel across the Northeast as a machinist and mechanic, often repairing factory equipment in Pennsylvania, Upstate New York, New Jersey, and even Canada, having to leave Sora and Matt behind. Sora would often dye Matt's hair, which he thought was cool, and ever since he was a child, he's always dyed his hair electric blue.
However, Sora was still a mother first and a friend second, and instilled work ethic and discipline into Matt, and encouraging him to pursue his goals of becoming a history professor and foster his love of history, particularly that of the Roman Empire.
In 2007, when Matt was entering his teenage years, the family moved to Roanoke, VA, a small to mid-sized city in Western Virginia known as both a major rail hub and a center of major health care facilities for Carillion, a large corporation focused on health care and medical research. James got a job at a major hospital in Roanoke as part of the maintenance staff.
Matt lived in the well-to-do areas of Roanoke, VA, and had a hard time adjusting to life in the suburbs, having come from a rural background. However, after graduation, he began to pursue his passion for history and enrolled in a local community college in hopes of transferring to a major university through one of their transfer programs. However, fate had other plans for Redfield and he was recruited into the Agency.
Conventional Equipment: Matt carries a pocket knife with him at all times, and has been known to carry a SIG P229 Pistol.
Preferred Modus Operandi: Matt is a young man not known for combat prowess, so he prefers to keep his means of operation to be as quiet and quick as possible.
Quirks: Matt loves trains, history, and the Roman Empire. He also likes panda bears, and carries a panda plushie named Giovanni, dating back to his childhood days.
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Sep 2, 11 at 10:12pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Name: Eoin (pronounced as 'Owen') Kelly
Appearance: Roughly 6'2" in height, and of a somewhat heavy build. Used to be rather overweight, though the year of training prior to his deployment with the NCA has offset this somewhat (though he is ashamed of the stretchmarks that remained on his sides after losing his former bulk, and, as such, is still reluctant to remove his shirt in public). His body type is a cross between being mesomorphic and endomorphic, in that he builds muscle easily, but also has difficulty keeping his body fat down (which likely accounts for his nigh-indomitable strength, but relatively poor stamina).
Has dark brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and requires corrective lenses to compensate for his shockingly poor eyesight (he owns spectacles, though keeps contacts on him). His facial hair tends to grow rather quickly, necessitating a shave every few days.
His teeth have a mild yellow tint to them, having gone through a depression in his mid-teenage years when he stopped bothering to brush (though, in spite of having gotten back into the routine of brushing, he can't quite seem to completely dispel the discolouration).
His default facial expression is a sombre, serious look, with his lips curving downward as though he were more obviously saddened; when he smiles, his face takes on what looks to be a more neutral expression.
History: Born and raised in Ireland to Irish parents, though, as a result of excessive enjoyment of American and English media as a child, has only the weakest of an Irish accent at best. The eldest of four children (with one sister and two brothers), and the son of a Garda (policeman) and a bank clerk.
Frequently picked on during his school-going years for being 'the fat nerd', though never physically bullied (at least, not after he accidentally broke the collarbone of a fellow student after a prank went wrong). Though he did well in class (to the point that his siblings considered him 'the smart one'), he was too passive in nature to stand up for himself, and thus developed an inferiority complex and a mild self-hatred, which he strives to keep hidden at all times.
After passing the Leaving Certificate exams with 435 points (out of 600 max, though his father maintained he could have done better), he spent a year raising enough money to move to the US, in order to find some kind of purpose in life. He settled in New York state, getting by through hauling furniture in a warehouse (with his supervisors being rather impressed with how he could lift and transport a three-seater couch on his shoulders), until he stumbled upon knowledge of 'the key', and found his interest piqued... Could this be the purpose he desired?
Conventional Equipment: Always carries a Swiss Army knife on his person, though he prefers to use it as a tool rather than a weapon (its blades are dull from their repeated use as impromptu screwdrivers and such; once managed to fish the remains of a broken key from a lock with it).
Preferred Modus Operandi: Although he holds little regard for his own safety, he equally doesn't like to go out of his way to hurt others. As such, he generally opts to stay close to his comrades and uses his own body as a shield to defend them, or to act as a distraction so they may escape. Prefers to play the supporting role.
-Though usually introverted, he adores singing, and enjoys the stage. Also favours comedic acts, and is happy to sit in the front row of stand-up routines.
-Hates the summer, as a result of his hayfever (though it's not nearly as bad as it used to be; as a child, he'd sometimes wake up on summer morning unable to open his eyelids for the gunk that formed).
-In spite of his heritage, he has no desire to drink or ever be drunk (out of a fear that he would be more likely to vocalise his self-hatred, and he dislikes being a bother to others). Also has an intense aversion to tobacco smoke.
-Would risk his life for pretty much anybody if given the chance, for he holds little regard for it.
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Sep 3, 11 at 12:45am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
The meeting room fell silent with the end of the Director's explanation. It was clear what everyone's next action should be, but the recruits were still getting used to this. It all seemed so matter of fact, not even a congratulations for completing the training, not even a general introduction. Lyn thought it felt dry. Weird thought. She swiveled her chair to come face to face with her 'mentor'. He looked to be over thirty, Lyn would guess thirty-five, give or take a year. His features looked rather tough and strong, but the way his facial muscles moved betrayed a surprising suppleness, as if he used them often.
He didn't seem very eager to speak, as the space between them remained quiet. Not that they were the only pair that had this problem, most hadn't begun to talk yet. "So," she said, refusing to let this turn into an awkward silence, "do you have a name?"
His face warmed up a bit as a smile formed in the corner of his mouth. He didn't let it get any further than that, though, as he replied: "Yes. I'm Edrik Henry. I'm not sure where to begin, so how about you ask me what you want to know?"
Lyn almost laughed at that. So much for her mentor giving a perfect impression. Or rather, he didn't give the impression of being fit to be a teacher. "Oh, I do have a question: how come you guys don't know anything about that key if it's this agency's only goal? Surely you must've done research before now?"
This time Edrik actually smiled. "Well, we do hire capable people. We have only had the key in our possession for a little over a year. That is actually part of why so many of you were recruited at once. Research has been done, but if there is anything to be found on where it came from or what it's for, it's not in the immediate public domain. We can't even find anything on the internet. I mean, we assumed someone found the thing curious at some point, someone who was willing to put in at least some research, but it looks like we are the only ones."
"So wait, if that is true, how did you know about this key? If there is no research to speak of, and the agency predates the acquisition of the key, how did you know it was out there, why were you looking for it?"
Edrik glanced at the Director for a second, then explained: "it's only a rumor, but I heard his grandfather had it tucked away in his attic and used to tell legends about it. I don't know how much of that is true, and given that I've never heard any of these legends, I think the director has his doubts about them as well. Can't be certain of anything though. Maybe he just wants us to be unbiased to get more objective results."
Lyn found herself nodding as she listened, because of how logical that last bit sounded. In fact, she might have done the same thing. "A more practical question: how about living arrangements? I mean, during the training we were all stowed in a barracks together, I assume that changes now?"
"Ah, you'll see at the end of the day, so don't worry about that." By now everyone was talking, and though they weren't exactly being loud, all those voices talking was becoming distracting, so Edrik suggested finding a quiter place. It was only then that Lyn noticed the director was already gone from the room, as was one of the other recruits with her mentor.
She hastened after Edrik as he made for the stairs. That was not the way she had come in earlier, not only was it not an elevator, it was on the opposite side of the building. At least, she thought that that was the other end of the building, there could always be more behind that wall. They had told her to be extra careful of assumptions in training, so she tried to keep that in mind. The first floor up was four sets of stairs, which was strange, and after that they took another two flights of stairs to get to what looked like an open office space, but with preciously few computers, lots of comfortable chairs and a lot of natural light through windows on three sides of the building. There were whiteboards scattered throughout the room as well. Two small groups of people were in the room, each sitting in a semi-circle around a whiteboard.
"This is basically our thinking room," Edrik answered to the question she hadn't yet asked. "It's not completely secure, but everything is placed in such a way that you can't see it from the street outside, and the windows are designed in such a way that they reflect more light from the outside than they let out from the inside. It's a refraction thing, but it makes it very hard to actually read anything that's written on the whiteboards."
"What about books?" Lyn asked. She hadn't come across any in the building yet, and considering the Agency was mostly about doing research, that seemed odd.
"Some of our agents have interesting books at home, but we mostly work with digital copies when we actually want to keep something. It makes archiving and crossreferencing a lot easier. I'll get you an aPad as soon as we go downstairs again."
"An aPad?" Lyn asked giggling.
"A little joke from the research department. It's basically an iPad with some soft- and hardware changes to make it more secure. It uses its own protocols so that it's not compatible with anything out there. It makes it a lot harder to crack. You'll get everything you need to make it compatible with your own stuff, though."
Lyn could just nod at the explanation, there was a lot of little stuff to go over, and it took a good while. Until lunchtime in fact, when all the new recruits and the senior agents assigned to them sat together in the thinking room, tables and chairs pulled together so everyone could eat together. Most didn't say much to one another. Edrik sat on Lyn's left, and not surprising, Matt sat on her right. He had remained rather close to her during their training, not that she didn't appreciate the friendship, but she liked her own space. Still, he was soft and cuddly, and that was always a good quality.
Lunch was rather uneventful. Most recruits had gotten a lot of information and used lunch to process it. Lyn wanted to assume everyone had heard basically the same things, but it made no sense to split them all up for that. Or perhaps it was just that the details could differ a bit for each of them. Afterall, some of them were flying out to go back to university tonight. Lyn didn't actually know which ones and asked.
She spent the rest of the day mostly reading dry reports and drinking coffee. Despite knowing next to nothing about the Key, there was a surprising amount to read about. Lots of it boring math stuff about trying to decipher the symbols, which all came down to: it's not written in any modern language and thus we have no reference for translation. Also, no common mathematical constants or patterns. Still, even with the rather boring reading material, time flew by, and Edrik nudged her to tell her the other recruits had already left. It was already past six-thirty pm.
The room was totally empty now, though it was still well illuminated, the advantage of summer at higher latitudes. Lyn blinked for a moment and then blushed. "Sorry."
Edrik actually chuckled. "If it wasn't your first day I would've let you work. We firmly believe in working according to your own schedule whenever possible. No need to interrupt when you're actually working well. Unless something important comes up, of course."
"Oh. I think I like that attitude," Lyn replied, a bit more sheepishly than she had wanted to.
"Most people do. Come on, time to get you settled in your new place."
She had almost forgotten about that with everything she had put in her head that day. She followed Edrik down the stairs back to the basement, where they went through an almost invisible door in the wall opposite the entrance. The one where she had corrected herself about it being the other end of the building. There was indeed still more building behind it. Well, if you considered the garage to be a building. There were three subsequent doors, each with a different mechanism from the last. All three were automated and thick. Probably meant to keep both intruders out and noise in. They walked up to her car. The one she had inherited from her dad when she went off to college. It was quite old then, and even older now, though it hadn't done too many miles yet.
"You should choose a new car as soon as possible. The Agency wants you to have an armoured one for security reasons, and preferably a bigger one for presence reasons. You'll often have to pose as a collector, you can't do that when you appear poor."
"Poor?" Lyn asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, the rich man's poor, obviously," Edrik replied with a tone that implied a rolling of the eyes. At first thought that tone was upsetting, but Edrik only expected her to rise above her own worldview and recognize that of someone else. She couldn't be upset at that, since it might be important later.
Exiting the garage was simple, there was only one guard overlooking the exit and practically no security measures to slow them. Just a single boom barrier that the guard opened when Edrik waved at him. Not even ten minutes later, Edrik told her to pull up to an apartment building in the city. Very new, very modern. The inside was similarly modern, and the apartment that belonged to her, which was on the fourth floor, looked even better than the outside.
A lot of the apartment was still empty, but the important things, like a bed, a desk and computer, were all there. While Lyn looked around, Edrik explained the changes they had made to her apartment. "The door is reinforced," he told her, "it should stand up to most bullets now. Your rooms are also protected against bugs. It keeps all wireless traffic within these walls, which would normally mean that your cellphone doesn't work in here, but that's already fixed through your modem. Never turn it off, or you can't be reached on your cellphone in here," with that, he actually gave her a cellphone. "It's still your number. Oh, the internet connection is secure as well, it goes through our network and security to reach the internet, no-one can see you. If you need anything, feel free to call, my number is in your cell." Without saying anything else, he made for the door. Only when he was practically outside, did he turn around to say: "See you tomorrow." And with that, Lyn was left alone for the evening.
Not even an invitation to eat from her mentor. Lyn sighed. She grabbed her coat, which raised an alarm in her head. She hadn't worn a coat all day, yet here it was, hanging close to her door. She turned around and headed back into the bedroom. There was a closet right there, which she had failed to notice because it took up the whole wall. It was probably filled with her clothes. Less for her to worry about. And with that thought, she left, looking for a place to eat.
OoC: This ended up longer than I expected. A few things...
One, I need at least two people to go back to university to do research. You may be there a for a short or longer while, depending on what you want for character development though. At least a few days rummaging through the university's library for any clues about the Key.
Two. You can live practically anywhere you want, except in the same building as me. Agents are spread out as much as possible.
Three. Feel free to interact with Lyn throughout that first day. I just wanted to add in that last bit in the apartment to give you more to work with.
Four. Time jumps will be frequent. I won't spend many posts on one day, unless there's an extensive operation, or there's a lot of interaction between agents.
Five. I feel like killing my ISP. My post was done over two hours ago, but my internet wouldn't work until now -.-'
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Sep 3, 11 at 2:23am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
Well, that meeting ended, interestingly enough.
The meeting was adjourned, ending as quickly as it had began. I had expected there to be more, but the abrupt ending left me feeling a tad cold. That's to be expected I suppose, but it still bugged me how these people acted sometimes.
No matter, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Who else outside of this organization got to work with the key? The thing was enigmatic, nobody knew what it was or what it did. A child would say a key opens something, but what? What does it go to and what is unlocked? I remained stoic on the surface, but I was excited beneath the steel facade.
Everybody began to leave the board room. My gaze meet a young woman, Lyn I think, for a fleeting moment. I blushed for a moment, but regained my composure by clearing my throat. Weird how your hormones make you think about somebody you barely know. I've been having intrusive thoughts about a lot of women ever since my break up with Jessica.
Focus! You're not 18 anymore, this is no time to get hormonal.
Banishing my hormone driven thoughts, I turned to face my mentor. He was an Eurasian man standing at an impressive seven feet and was nothing but pure muscle. For the first time in my life, I felt positively minuscule. However, his voice somehow made you just start to relax, it was deep voice with an Irish accent, from around the Dublin area.
"Come on," he said in his bass voice, "I'll explain things in the car."
His name was Domovoi, which I had to restrain a chuckle. He did resemble Butler from Artemis Fowl in many ways. He explained that he had already got me a new car, he said that I would like it. I didn't really care as long as it could run. He then began to explain that my things had been moved to a new apartment, and certain quarks about said apartment. There was still one question unanswered.
"So where am I going to be at," I asked flatly, "Am I going back to University or what?"
"I can't tell you that yet," Domovoi sincerely said, "It's the director's decision. Seeing you records, I would think not, but don't be surprised. The Director can be fickle at times. Don't think you're staying here because you have an apartment at the moment, that can change at any time."
"Come on," Domovoi interjected, "Let's get some lunch and I'll take you around the facilities."
Lunch was at a quaint Italin restaurant. I would have to remember the restaurant for any future dates in this town. Afterwords we returned to HQ and he showed me the facilities. I saw the training room, thinking room, and the research facilities. Domovoi gave me a cell phone and told me to contact him if I needed anything else that day.
So with nothing better to do, I headed toward my apartment. It was in a worn building downtown, but the inside shocked me the most. It was a modern black and white color scheme that was so clean and sterile compared to the environment outside. I quickly took a shower and flopped into bed. I didn't know if I wanted to go out on the town, or just stay in my apartment. I just sighed and wondered what the other agents were up to.
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Sep 4, 11 at 8:28pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
OOC: Just to point out that it's spelled 'Eoin', not 'Oein'.
'Hmm. Not a whole lot to go on, but, I suppose, if there was, I likely wouldn't be needed...'
Nervously glancing around the brightly-lit room, Eoin noted that his five peers had already begun to disperse, in tow with their new mentors. He managed to hold back a sneeze, internally cursing the summer season, and his own immune system for seeing grass pollen as a threat that must be exterminated. Sniffling, he pulled down his glasses and pawed at his itching left eye, and nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard a sharp voice behind him:
"Are you crying, boy?"
Eoin slowly turned his head, to find a stockily-built (though not fat) grey-suited African-American woman standing behind him. She couldn't have been too far into her thirties at worst, and she stood roughly a foot shorter than Eoin. Her back hair was cut very short, and her face carried an expression that looked like a cross between exasperation and impatience. She stepped forward a little, her hands on her hips, clearly expecting a quicker response.
"Oh, u-um, no... I just- I just have allergies..." Eoin meekly stammered, pausing again to scratch his upper lip and sniffle. He shakily got out of his chair, and, mindful of the fact that he had sneezed into his right hand at several points during the presentation, extended his left hand, and introducing himself:
'Maybe she's having a bad day, or something... I shouldn't make judgements.'
The woman sighed, and shifted her weight onto one of her legs while crossing her arms. Eoin withdrew his hand upon seeing that she wasn't going to reciprocate the greeting.
"Darshelle Ackerman. Well, Oh-Owen, let's go, then. I don't have all day."
She was clearly a woman of few, curt words, and certainly not one who would be likely to take any crap. So, what else could Eoin do, but hurriedly follow her out as she turned and walked out of the room?
'Looks like I'm in for a tough time. But perhaps that's exactly what I need...?'
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Sep 16, 11 at 11:02am ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
I apologise for not getting this in earlier, I've been so busy with the usual homework, and also just general life, but without further adu, here it is. ^^;
I looked around the room. So many agents were ready to look more into that special key, whatever it unlocked. I stood up, and searched for what seemed to be my mentor. My eyes glanced to my left, and then I saw my mentor, wearing a card around his neck, with his name; Nick Lucilo.
He had short blonde hair, with ocean blue eyes. I would say he would be in his late 20s, but who knows? He wore a grey button-down shirt, with ripped jeans. 'Mmm. Hi," I greeted him. He nodded to me to acknowledge my presence.
'Hello, you must be Alexia?' he asked. He smiled at me. When he approached me, I noted that he was quite tall. He towered above me.
"You can call me Alex if you want." I replied. His smile turned into a grin, and I smiled back at him. He nodded, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Now, before we start our tour, do we have any questions?" he asked. I shocked my head.
"I don't believe I do, Mr Lucilo,” I told him. I didn't want to tell him this, but I was eavesdropping on other groups, and overheard most of what my questions were. He just nodded again, and he walked towards the elevator. I followed him, and walked into the elevator. He pressed the 'G' button, and the elevator swiftly went down towards the Ground Floor. The two of us reached it, and we quickly hopped out. We climbed up a few stairs, only to be in what seemed to be a room lined with whiteboards, and pictures, diagrams and equations that I couldn't quite understand. Two men were running frantically around, looking down at what looked like an iPad, and then writing things in a different language. I turned to Nick, looking for an explanation, but he was gazing at the different symbols on the board. He snapped out of it, and faced me.
"Uh... Sorry 'bout that. Something I was looking at. So anyway, this is the Thinking Room. This is where most of our work goes on in terms of research. It's nice to report here to see what's happening." Nick explained. I looked around, and the two men were still frantically writing on spots where there wasn't writing. They haven't even noticed our presence. Nick looked around the spot. "Hmm. That's about it. Let's go, Alex," Nick called out, walking to the door. I followed him, and we then went down the stairs. He opened the door, and I entered into a large room, with wonderful aromas coming everywhere. "This," Nick started, "is the Lunch Area."
I followed him inside, and sat across a few agents, and their mentors. They talked quietly to each other while they ate lunch. I sat quietly, while Nick went to get us both lunch. He came back with two sandwiches, and a can of soda each. He passed one plate to me, also handing me a can. “Dig in!” He told me, picking up a piece of his sandwich. I held half of my sandwich in one hand, while the other one was rested on my face. The day was a big one, and the only thing I wanted know was to rest my legs, and just have a bite. “Any questions so far?” Nick asked with a mouthful of food. Now thinking about it, I did have a question that came to my head during the day, and kept nagging my in the back of the head. I nodded to him, and kept on munching on my food, just to show more politeness when I was to speak.
“Yes, I do,” I started. “I would like to know if I’m going to university, or if I’m going to stay here, training.” He thought about it, and then replied to my question.
“I’m not to decide that, however, if I were to choose, I would let you stay here.” He told me. “You seem like you can easily take on any mission with the focus that you have on the key.” I giggled at my own little obsession as he continued on. “What would you rather be? University, or staying here?” I thought about it intently, wondering where I’d rather be.
“Here.” I replied. He nodded, munching on his sandwich again.
After lunch, I went down to the library, just to research more about the key, and it’s main appearance of it. The large room was very old fashioned, lined with wooden bookshelves, and lined with dusty books that needed to be used more often. The room had a fireplace, with comfy chairs to comfily sit, and curl up to read a book in front of the fire. The room also had an old musky smell to it, which was very fitting for the setting. I curled up in a seat, reading a book titled “The Key: What A Mystery!” which was giving me a lot of information about it, when Nick came in, and said it was time to see our rooms, which I was ecstatic about. When we went outside, I was surprised to see it so dark. I must’ve been in there for a while. We jumped into the car, and drove off to what may be my newest home. We stopped after what felt like 10 minutes, and got out of the car, there stood a building that was rather tall, but had an old feeling to it. Entering it was no difference. I felt like was in he 1900s with the style of the room, however, Nick just went on casually, without taking one little note of the different theme. He just simply talked to the lady at the desk, and what loos like charming her, which made her go into a fit of giggles. Nick signalled to me to follow him upstairs. I could hear whispers down below me, probably coming from the young lady.
We finally came to my apartment. He handed me a mobile phone, which look pretty modern to me, not just a regular phone you would find with a stranger. He reassured me with bulletproof doors, and telling me something about keeping the modem on at all times. With that, he said his farewells, seeing how exhausted I was. He also pointed out that my clothes and other belongings were already packed. I mumbled a thank you, and asked if I would see him tomorrow. He said it would depend where I will go. I was confused at first, but then I realised he was talking about whether I will go to the University or if I stay here. I said my farewells to him, and he left. It must’ve been around 9:00pm, where I started to get drowsier, and went to bed, falling to sleep…
I suddenly woke upright, hearing an unusual noise. I remembered that I had a cell phone, and looked at it. I had two messages, one from Nick, and opened it. He was only texting to see if the phone worked. I didn’t reply back, because he might’ve been sleeping by now. I looked at the other message, and saw that it was from The Director, where I quickly opened the message. I glanced at it, and instantly fell back down onto my bed in frustration.
It said, “Back your bags, you’re going to University.”
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Sep 16, 11 at 9:34pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
The University Library was a paradise for me. The shelves of books, neatly lined up and stacked with untold knowledge, the antique-style walls and decorations, and the overall atmosphere were comforting to me. And who couldn't love a large comfy chair to read in.
The large, spacious library did have one problem...
Silence. Cold, empty, and overbearing silence. It was almost empty, save for the librarian and myself, and nobody I knew from the organization seemed to be anywhere in sight.
Considering my contact ordered me to arrive here, it sounded urgent. The lack of anything going on seemed dangerously suspicious. There was one benefit to this, though.
I knew I had to find information about the mysterious Key, but first, a detour was in order.
This was a massive university library, with hundreds, if not thousands of books on anything one could hope to find, whether it be fiction or a good historical book.
I always loved the subject of history, as it really was a great story. However, it actually happened.
After what seemed to be an hour of searching, I found a book of interest.
The Glory Days of Victorian England by Michiru Ogawa, with forward by Samuel Elric, PhD.
I wasn't sure if it was a historical text, or just period fiction, as the title could indicate either, but it seemed interesting enough, and Dr. Samuel Elric was someone I looked up to. His historical books and dissertations were intriguing, and he was a decent fiction writer. I had no idea who Michiru Ogawa was, but she reminded me of a simpler time, an innocent time. My childhood.
I never knew my biological mother. She passed away when I was barely a newborn. Dad married a younger Japanese woman through a mail-order bride agency, and her maiden name was Ogawa. She was sweet and caring, and helped me get through many rough times in my life. Even though she didn't give birth to me, she is my mom, and will always be.
I remember her soft and soothing voice. She could speak English fluently, but her accent was noticeable. Mom was beautiful, both inside and outside. She had a strong, patient, and caring heart, and an attractive appearance(or as attractive as a mom can be in the eyes of her son without being perverted and creepy).
I remember when I was nine, when Dad would have to travel far away for weeks, sometimes months, doing construction and mechanical work up north, Mom and I would just sit on the porch of our small white house, staring out into the wooded hollow, looking down on the lengthy gravel driveway that led into the streets of Dante, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees, and the soothing rush of the waters in a nearby creek. We would often drink iced tea or some Sprite and talk about many things, from the latest episode of The Simpsons to my day at school, to more emotional subjects.
As I sat down, remeniscing about old times, I totally forgot I even had a book in front of me.
And then I heard the library door open....
OOC: Anyone who is heading to the University can come to the library and meet my character over there.
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Sep 23, 11 at 7:24pm ^re: The Key, The Gate, And The Source [M] [PM]
At seven in the morning the roads were pretty quiet, so Jennilyn could get used to her new car without having to worry too much about traffic. The car was pretty sweet deal, it didn't have too many options, but it was a new Mercedes-Benz, so she could hardly complain about the lack of options. Plus, it was a whole lot more relaxing to drive in than the old third hand Ford Fiesta she had driven the last four years.
Though it was still early, the Agency had flexible hours, and Edrik had confirmed again the day before that she could come in and leave at any time she thought appropriate. She didn't mind the early hours, she had been up, and rather than waste time surfing the web, she decided to get to work at the Agency. It was something more interesting to do in any case.
She hit the clutch as she approached a crossroads, shifted back to second, and turned. Before she could shift back into third however, she was cut off by a van coming from nowhere. She had to kick her brakes down as the van in front of her screeched to a halt. Two armed people jumped out, decked out in almost cliché CIA outfits, including bullet-proof vests that spelled CIA on the front and back. Still, it was a strangely worrying sight. She did what she was trained to do, she hit the 'trouble'-button on her cellphone that would automatically send a notification to her mentor, Edrik, and then she switched it off to deny anyone else access.
One of the CIA agents had taken up position near the rear of the car, the other next to her door. Spread out and each with a clear shot, it didn't look like they were fucking around with her. Worrysome indeed.
"Get out of the car miss Grimm, hands away from your weapon."
Well, at least they didn't get the wrong person, Lyn thought to herself, but she complied. Little else you could do when two people were pointing guns at you. When she was out of the car, the agent closest to her held out his hand for her weapon. She sighed audibly, removed the clip from the weapon and handed the man both the gun and the clip.
"Please show some id," the agent said, while holstering his own weapon. The other one only lowered his though, still reading to make a move should it be necessary.
"Why? You clearly already know who I am." Jennilyn wondered if their balls were protected, because if not, she could easily turn this situation around on them. It would be better if she didn't, it was the CIA, after all. Still, they seemed to take her response as proof enough that it really was her.
"Please come with us, ma'am."
"No," Lyn replied confidently. The CIA had no rights over her whatsoever, and she had to hold her position for Edrik to find her easily. It would be almost impossible for him to stroll into a CIA building.
"What do you mean, no?" The other agent asked, his gun suddenly held a bit higher.
"No, as in you have no right to hold me, so go fuck yourselves, no," Lyn explained, a bit more coarsely than she normally did, but it felt appropriate at this point. It didn't look like the two agents were quite prepared for this situation. "What? Did you think you could just impress a junior agent out of her wits? Surely you know we train our agents better than that?"
A smirk appeared on the closest agent's face. "Wellwell, looks like plan A won't work on you. We still have guns though, so you'll be coming with us anyway."
Lyn's confidence dropped a little at that, but before she could do or say anything, a car coming from the opposite direction screeched to a halt. The driver's side door open and Edrik stepped out of the car. Even in plain clothes, the man had presence. "I think this meeting is over," he said simply, and then got back in his car, as if that was simply the end of it. He had spoken and that was that, no need to enforce his command. Lyn didn't really care, she just grabbed her gun and clip from the CIA agent's hand and got back in her car. She just threw the gun down on the seat next to her and restarted the engine, she wanted to be out of there as fast as possible.
Since the van had not moved yet, she simply put her car in reverse and backed up, almost hitting the agent at the car's rear. When she finally had the room to move forward, she almost hit the other one. She could see him curse in her rear view mirror, though they soon became too small to make anything out anymore. She let go of the gas pedal to lose some speed. Strangely, there was no sign of Edrik's car. Had he taken another road? She had expected him to follow her, or having to follow him. It wasn't that important though, she would see him at work.
OoC:: I wanted to write about the consequences of this situation as well, at first, but I'll keep that for my next post.
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