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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 2, 2009 2:20:08 GMT -5
Black sits alone, pondering his old zanpakuto. Tracing a cautious hand delicately over its center pattern...
"I want to aplogize" he says, glancing at the sky line and then back to his blade. "You are a part of me, my soul. It is unfair to neglect you. From now on I will do my best to use you at least once a day, how's that sound?"
There is silence, no detectable difference in the temperment of the blade. But surely there is something. Surely his caring has not gone unnoticed.
"I always hate it when....people....forget...about....stuff...." Black slowly squints his eyes, an idea coming back to him from the depths of his mind which he had almost forgotten.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! OH HO! WOW!.....aaaahhhh, damn. I can't believe I've forgotten!" he says bolting upright. Sword in hand he leaps into the air, the wind and muscle memory carrying him through a whirling maneuver before he lands upon a pole and begins grinding down in normal fashion.
"Let's see what became of her" he says to his blade. In a swift motion he cuts out of the grind and leaps and three-sixty's onto the ledge of a nearby open window. "But first some detective work...TO THE TOWER!"
Black then jets over to the tower to see if he can take his turn using the organizations network...or at the every least asking "pretty please".
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 2, 2009 15:04:41 GMT -5
OOG: I wish you could possibly understand how true your thread title is.
A random person looks at Black with confusion for talking to his blade. As he returns to the compound, he hears them say, "Damn Samurai, talkin' to their swords..."
Black finds that he has a personal, authorized computer with access to many declassified and classified FBI, CIA, NSC, ACIS, NCIS, CHP, state and local police files (at least those that are computerized).
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 2, 2009 19:30:21 GMT -5
OOG: Then I suppose I should avoid a double cliche' by asking you what you meant by that then?
Coming to a halt, Black places his blade within its sheath (now strung to his back for convenience) and begins to rifle through this personal computer of his.
"Now let's see...who...I...shared a room with" he mutters, his fingers waltzing across the keys.
Black will now commence a search for his own hospital record, hopefully able to access information on the room he shared and by that information on the person he shared with. If that proves a problem Black will attempt to go the roundabout way and look up all records on received patients roughly within the same time frame as he was admitted.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 2, 2009 19:32:39 GMT -5
OOG: Oh, my experience just confirms that a lot of women are very weird about calling back / returning interest. Nothing more.
According to the records, Black shared a room with... an elderly man named Dave Arroyo.
That's odd, he doesn't remember that.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 2, 2009 20:34:40 GMT -5
OOG: Okie-doke then ;D
Black looks down at the information.
"Heh" he smirks "figures. Couldn't even get a pack of reeses pieces without an Espada encounter"
Black begins to drift in thoughtful circles, going through the data about this Dave Arroyo half out of curiosity, half in hopes he might pick up on some sort of clue or pattern.
Though L might be better to ask about something like that...nah. I'll wait until I've actually looked at some more data first...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 2, 2009 20:40:09 GMT -5
Dave Arroyo is a Nevada County resident, a Ridgie with a few misdemeanor drug possession charges. Nothing else stands out.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 2, 2009 22:36:52 GMT -5
Does he have any relatives of different nationalities? Perhaps matching whom I'm looking for?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2009 0:00:12 GMT -5
His relatives are primarily Indo-Caribbean, European and Latina/o. No Asian ancestry whatsoever. He's unmarried and has no children, at least according to the state. The girl in question was Asian, probably Japanese, Korean or Chinese.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 3, 2009 0:39:34 GMT -5
Yeah, that's how I remember it too.
Black will try to look up information on the people who brought him into the hospital. Some corps that had a woman who could do telekinetic (?) surgery in their midst...hoping to either root out the possibility that they had a hand in his roommate's concealment if their data is found, or picking up a new suspicion if it's not.
(Though something like that might not be too easy to find regardless)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2009 1:26:19 GMT -5
Psychic surgery. It was the BPRD, the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense. That's Hellboy's agency. BRPD records confirm that it was Arroyo, not the girl. That in and of itself is ominous: The BRPD is largely immune to having its records tampered with. It could be a BRPD coverup, but you guys know and are friends with many of the current directors and agents.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 3, 2009 3:40:21 GMT -5
"Now this is strange" Black mutters as his eyes gaze at the screen of his personal computer.
Maybe it's a co-op to hide her...maybe she doesn't want to be found? Is hiding out upon her parents request? Hurmnh
"I don't want to draw anyone to her if she's actually TRYING to hide. But I can't just ignore this now that I've remembered. I will not be one of those guys damnit!"
Black closes the computer and leaps into the air, hooking himself into a general hanging-posture.
What to do, what to do, what to do.....is it more douche to risk her safety? or saying I'd let her know how it all turned out but never follow through?
He stops, and then snickers in spite of himself.
"I can't believe this. It shouldn't matter...I go on" he says again to himself, flipping down and then taking off like a rocket towards headquarters.
"If I screw up then I just make up the difference, duh! Man I'm stupid today...let's hope it's my last goof-up!"
Rocketing off in the direction of Headquarters Black will be setting out to tactfully inform the BRPD about their data mishap. Seeing as how L might be a bit better at that sort of thing he'll ask advice on it once he gets there.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2009 4:51:45 GMT -5
Fred busily sucks a lollipop. Black notices that he has two large, almost ostentatious yellow orbs in his ear. He holds himself with an almost regal confidence that might come off to many as arrogance, indeed hubris. "What kind of guys? Stalkers?"
Is Black going to the ATF Headquarters to talk to L or to the BRPD to talk to Herr Bruttenholm?
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Post by eyolf on Mar 3, 2009 17:11:11 GMT -5
Great stuff here guys! love it
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 3, 2009 17:29:41 GMT -5
OOG: 'ey man. Been a while! And thanks.
Black will be consulting L first at the ATF Headquarters, something tells me that just flat out telling the BRPD about their information mishap might not be as easy as it sounds.
(Also, is Fred talking to me? or are those orange orbs supposed to be some kind of comm device? I don't remember talking to him yet.)
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2009 19:57:13 GMT -5
Fred is talking to you. You were mumbling so he made a comment. Fairly standard.
Upon receiving the request, L says, "Upon seeing the lack of information in your search, I had already begun my own search for this person. I have searched every database: Missing persons, birth and death certificates... According to all private and public databases, the woman you roomed with did not exist. I took your descriptions and created sketches. Still, no luck."
He puts his thumb in his mouth and leans forward slightly in frustration. "This leads me to say something I wish I did not have to. I believe that this person's past has been erased by our foes, the Arcana."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 3, 2009 20:10:07 GMT -5
"Oh, just some guys from last season. The writers are debating giving them a couple cameos this season" Black will reply to Fred.
Upon hearing L's words Black's expression will cloud with obvious concern.
"But why would they do that?" he asks.
Don't tell me I've screwed up already!...but what on earth could have made her stand out more than any of my other friends and family?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2009 21:18:44 GMT -5
"Black, you understand that not only am I a master of hypnosis, mental probing and deduction, but I'm also not an idiot? I overheard what you were saying."
L says, "I can deduce only one reason: She is one of them. Indeed, probably a Major Arcana."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 4, 2009 0:50:08 GMT -5
"Hey, not like I can't pretend to fool you" Black calls back to Fred.
As L delivers opinion Black goes stone cold, a look of confused comprehension upon his face. The words register, the idea registers, but simultaneously strikes him as incomprehensible.
"Are...you...wait...what makes you think that exactly?" Black asks. Managing to string his words together after a few moments.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 4, 2009 0:59:02 GMT -5
"I see. Let us all put on our dresses and take out our cupcakes made by an easy bake oven for pretend time in made-up land." L says, "It is a simple deduction. They only go to this much work with Major Arcana members. The Minor Arcana tend to be less high-priority Kin, but at the time she was being watched by the BRPD. They must use secret agents, moles, and experienced burglars. Given her personality as indicated by you, whom we have encountered so far, and the data given to us by Cory, Feickert and Ray, I would have to guess... the Fool." L draws a card from a deck.  |
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Post by eyolf on Mar 4, 2009 2:36:41 GMT -5
OOG Black if you want some help feel free to ask.
peace be with you.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 4, 2009 3:11:30 GMT -5
Well, the obvious help would be to try to use your position inside the Arcana to talk to or track the Fool.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 4, 2009 3:21:38 GMT -5
OOG: Thanks for the offer man. I just might, though I'm not sure how much I'd know about your ability and willingness to help in character.
"Hold on, hold on!..I haven't told you hardly anything about her! And somehow a brief conversation and some 'inside information' suddenly allows you to pin down some exact proof she's arcana?" Black says back, obviously more than a little miffed.
Are you gonna tell me you've got the only course of action picked out for me too?! I know this is what you're here for but GEEZ!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 4, 2009 4:59:29 GMT -5
L says, "It's simple. I have access to BRPD records about your descriptions at the time, access to Fred's records and notes, and so forth. From those, I have compiled a profile. Of course, this all assumes that you were not hallucinating. Given your past history with desiring to save damsels in distress, this is not entirely implausible." L turns his dark eyes at Black, and Black gets a feeling for why Light was on occasion so terrified of this man: His ability to consider and say dark, rude, disturbing truths without batting an eye.
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 4, 2009 13:16:32 GMT -5
And a little more than hellbent on killing him....
"I...see" Black says, witholding comment on the hallucination comment. Instead he does his best to merely move on.
"So, is there any way to try and send them a message?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 4, 2009 17:26:15 GMT -5
"Whom? The BRPD, or the Arcana?"
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 4, 2009 19:32:13 GMT -5
Arcana.
"Well...both really. Part of what I wanted to ask you was if there was any specific ritual one goes through alerting an organization it's been breeched, not wanting to make any Faux Paux.
But I'm also curious about the possibility of sending Arcana a message"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 4, 2009 19:35:25 GMT -5
L says, "No. We cannot contact the Arcana. We cannot make them aware that we know of their existence. At the moment, the only thing preventing them from declaring all-out war upon us is that we are aware of their existence and they are not aware of the existence of the Arcana Task Force. I also cannot inform the BRPD of the breach, for the same reasons."
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 8, 2009 14:09:49 GMT -5
A gap forms, slowly filled by silence. Black being unsure of what to say. What really can be said. Other than:
"Well...alright then."
With a quick "Thanks for the information" tacked on at the end Black drift skates back out of the room.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2009 16:37:23 GMT -5
So, what's Black's next move?
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Post by blacktothefuture on Mar 9, 2009 20:33:20 GMT -5
Black continues to sail backwards, his hop out of the nearest open window seeming almost unconscious. He then does several flips for positioning purposes and skates off across the city-scape, deep in thought.
Wow! I suck.
He adjusts his weight distribution, crossing from building to telephone wire.
Not only did I forget about the fact that I told her I'd let her know "how it all went" but I forgot about my friends! About what's really happening in the world!
The wire ends abruptly. Almost by subconscious command Black shifts from wire to metal.
I've been fighting right alongside them trying to help defeat Arcana and I hardly even know what it's all about! Man Black skids to a halt I really...
"Need to get serious" he corrects himself.
Black pulls out whatever communication device he has on him at the time and dials Mario's number.
"Dude, I need your help"
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