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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 1, 2014 20:37:21 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above There had once been a time where Hana wasn’t even allowed to walk around unsupervised in the headquarters. Thankfully, that time had long since passed—well, a couple years ago at least. She didn’t even have to wear the ankle tracker anymore when walking around the headquarters, though it was required when she wanted to leave the headquarters at all. That, or an escort. She usually preferred the ankle tracker unless she could find someone nice enough that she wanted to escort her.
Those kinds of people were few and far between, though.
More often than not, she preferred getting out of headquarters, but today she didn’t mind walking around inside. She didn’t have to carry that large purse to hold her bunny in, though sometimes she seriously considered doing it: most people avoided her altogether if they could see her with it. And knew what it did. And who she was.
Somewhere in here, Hana thought there was a library. It maybe wasn’t full of fantasy novels, but she could usually find something to pick up and read that was at least interesting. This world of Kingdoms and monsters was strange enough to be fiction books. Had it been several years earlier she would have thought she had picked up some fiction novel from a series. But now it was just common knowledge and something she had to deal with daily.
Her life had become a fiction novel.
“This can’t be the right way,” Hana murmured quietly to herself, clutching the stuffed bunny to her chest. At least she looked young—seeing a full grown woman in her late twenties carrying around a stuffed bunny would have looked ridiculous.
Distracted by a series of hallways, thinking that maybe one of them was the right one she needed to go down, she hadn’t noticed how close to the artifact archives she had gotten—nor that someone else was in the hallway, either. With her head turned, the person was in her blind spot and she accidentally bumped into them slightly. She tried to pivot away from them and quickly bowed. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
That was just one of the perks of having a damaged eye covered with an eye patch.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jan 4, 2014 8:32:23 GMT -8
In many ways, Hana was lucky. The person that she had bumped into was not someone familiar with her story. He was not someone who would herd her back to her room, but instead someone who was a proverbial blank slate. He knew nothing of her background, and nothing of the girl herself, and when he was bumped into, his arms stacked with several plastic folders, made to hold single sheets of paper so that they wouldn't deteriorate, he was far more concerned with his cargo then anything else. He stumbled, catching himself quickly and shifting his arms to prevent any of the stack from falling, shifting them to one arm before quickly rifling through them, making sure that the four papers were all there, intact, and with no damage.
It was only once he was sure they were safe that he let his brain focus on what she'd said. He'd really only caught half of what she'd said, but it was enough to let him understand. A simple apology, and he'd have simply nodded to accept and left if he hadn't caught a look of her.
It wasn't odd to see teenagers running around the base. Everyone had to train sometimes. But the girl had an eyepatch, which was enough to make one eyebrow raise, and the fact that she was clutching a stuffed bunny was enough to bring the other one up. He stayed there for a moment, a perplexed look on his face before his eyebrows scrunched together, trying to work out the puzzle that was the girl. What was she doing there? Coming down to visit the vaults? He wasn't generally the type to pry, but she had to be lost. That was the only explanation he could come up with. She was lost, and maybe... what? He couldn't come up with anything that would explain the bunny. She was too old to be clutching it for comfort.
"Are you lost?" No need to accept the apology--that much went without saying.
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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 6, 2014 11:56:45 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above Hana was only partially concerned about being ushered back to her room—every once in a while she was, but when it happened (unless they escorted her) she would just leave as if going back but take a few extra turns and head back in the direction she had been going. Even if escorted back to her room, she would just wait ten minutes and then venture out again.
Occasionally she’d get caught an reprimanded, but she was used to it.
She noticed a little late that the person she had bumped into had his arms full. He wobbled around and Hana quickly stepped around him, extending her free hand to try to help, or at least be ready for any stray folders. Her good eye was wide, and her mouth was open just a little bit. However, it seemed this person had it all under control, and when she was sure that he wasn’t going to drop his load, she put her hand back down.
“I’m very sorry,” she said again, brow lowering again. She kept her head down, waiting to be chided, but instead he just asked her if she was lost. Hana looked up at him a bit in confusion, he didn’t seem angry but just—confused. Probably more confused than she was. Did he not know her?
Well—maybe not. It happened occasionally, especially since she was pushed around from place to place, leader to leader, shared like an asset. Not everyone would know her. Or maybe he just didn’t care. That would be an odd one, though. Most people who knew her cared very much what she was doing and why she was doing it.
Best not to dwell, in any case. She nodded slowly and then looked around. “I thought maybe there was some sort of library around here I could, mm. . . hang out at, I guess? If not I could probably just go find a public library. . . ,” she explained, glancing about again as if she was going to suddenly find it during that very conversation. “I haven’t been here in a couple years. . . . Oh, but, did you need any help with those files? I could look for it later.”
If she could avoid leaving the place and having to go through the whole dog and pony show, then all the better. And she wouldn’t mind giving this person a hand—she had to be useful without having to drive people mad, right?
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jan 6, 2014 18:41:34 GMT -8
It was fairly safe to say that Hana had never been transferred to any of the Antarctic bases. It simply didn't make any sense. They were too isolated and unprepared for someone like her--if anything went wrong, the vast majority of the year they'd have no possible way of getting help. Adding in the fact that supplies were expensive to ship, and adding one more unnecessary person to the base simply wasn't likely, or even plausible.
So he really had no idea who she was. His brow stayed furrowed as he tried to connect the dots. The situation wasn't quite a square peg, round hole situation--no, instead it was more of a microscopic hole paired with a giant stone he had to pass through it. Every possible theory he could come up with could be thrown out within seconds. Was she someone's daughter? Of course not--why would she be anywhere near the archives if she didn't have clearance? Was she a member of the society herself? Couldn't be that either, because the rabbit was so glaringly out of place. Was she a normal girl? That would explain the rabbit, but there was no way that you could accidentally wander into the Impedio Society headquarters. It just wasn't done, which left no possible explanations he could think of.
It occurred to him that it had been almost a minute and he still hadn't responded beyond having a puzzled look. He cleared his throat, trying to make up for lost time. "There's a library back that way, and to your right." He pointed the direction she'd come, eyebrows seemingly stuck in the perplexed position. "What's your rank? You shouldn't be down near the vaults without permission." Which was a very roundabout way of trying to find out her rank, because... well, because he had to know. It was too big a mystery to just ignore.
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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 8, 2014 11:31:27 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above Though she was getting a little upset that he wasn’t answering her questions in a prompt manner, Hana kept silent as she waited. It seemed like he was thinking really hard about something—probably her, by the way he was staring at her. But it was starting to make her a little uncomfortable and she started to fidget slightly until he finally answered her question.
She turned her head in the direction she pointed and furrowed her brows. Had she really passed it? Hana pressed her lips into a thin line and made a quiet little sigh. Well at least she would know for future reference. Maybe she should have asked for directions earlier, but she was never sure who would just herd her back to her room or not.
Before she could properly thank him and be on her way, he returned her question with another one and ignored her proposal.
Her rank.
In all honestly Hana didn’t know her rank. She knew what she was used for and what her job was, but she wasn’t sure what her rank was. And if this guy really didn’t know who she was, then maybe she could get away with not telling him that she was technically a working prisoner. She didn’t want to be sent back to her room just to wait ten minutes for the hall to clear so she could go out and find the library again, but maybe she could avoid it if she answered his questions succinctly.
“I’m an interrogator,” she responded. She bowed again slightly and apologized. “I apologize for being so close to the vaults. I got lost looking for the library. I haven’t been stationed here in quite a few years so I had forgotten the layout.”
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jan 10, 2014 17:56:29 GMT -8
Mikhail was not terribly good at hiding what he thought of things. He was probably better then the average person, who lived an ordinary life and had no need for the skill, but Mikhail was constantly surrounded by people who had gotten used to hiding their entire lives from the people on the outside, who knew nothing of magic and monsters. He was better then the average person, but downright pathetic as far as the society was concerned. He'd never had a need to do so, and he felt his face twitch as she announced her rank.
An interrogator? She looked more like a highschooler. Was she really one? Was she messing with him, lying to get out of trouble? It was entirely possible though. Some of the society could be a bit odd. Perhaps she was from an old family, and had been trained from a young age? That wouldn't really explain the toy though...
He found himself relaxing even if the issue wasn't entirely worked out. He felt more at ease, knowing that she wasn't some kind of random lost student who had accidentally stumbled onto the world's greatest conspiracy. She was involved with the society one way or another. "It's fine." He commented offhand. "The base can be confusing. Where were you stationed before this?" Not Antarctica, certainly. He'd have recognized her. The base was small enough that you learned everyone's faces, even if not their names, and her eyepatch and toy were too obvious for him to have missed her somehow.
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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 13, 2014 10:15:38 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above He didn’t look like he believed her but that wasn’t her problem. She understood how she looked and why he was probably confused, but she hadn’t lied to Hana was certain she wasn’t going to get into trouble. If he asked some of the higher-ups about her, though, she might get reprimanded for roaming around unattended. That would be a little annoying, but it happened so often it was practically just another daily thing that happened.
Though if it came down to it she could say she was technically accompanied by this man.
It would never fly but she would at least try it.
Hana, however, was glad that he didn’t chide her further on being around in this part of the complex. He seemed to finally accept—even if just partially—her story and had moved on, at least. She let herself relax just a little bit, though she still expected someone to come around the corner at any second and start yelling at her if she dilly dallied any longer. If she was found just wandering the halls that might be a problem, but if she was just sitting in the library and being a good little prisoner then they really wouldn’t be able to complain too much.
She had to think about his question for a second. Where had she been? When you didn’t leave the headquarters very often one got a little mixed up on their location. Instead she tried to think of who she had been with, but she often forgot her previous handler as well unless they really treated her well. “I think it was Germany. Or one of the neighbor countries,” she said at last.
It was her best guess. When she wasn’t in America she tended not to leave because all she knew was English and conversational Japanese.
Those were always interesting interrogations. She always had to be careful not to get her translator stuck in one of her illusions, or else she was get into huge trouble. It didn’t always come down to that, though—she usually interrogated more than one person at a time. Once one of them started screaming the other one would usually talk instantly. Hana wasn’t needed that often anyway.
"Did you need help with those files?" she asked again.
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jan 17, 2014 16:49:06 GMT -8
Germany? He had never been, and he made a faint 'hmm'. sound. It wasn't hard to guess that she was the sort of member who moved around a lot. They were common within the society, and that was the only real explanation for why she was unable to even say where she'd been. Anyone else would remember, but for those who moved around every month, it was understandable that the locations would blur together.
"Ich spreche kein Deutsch." Mikhail muttered, using the entirety of his German knowledge in four simple words. That was the only phrase he'd ever needed to know, having never been anywhere near Germany, and he knew the equivalent phrase in a whole lot of languages. "What languages do you speak?" Which was a bit of a tangent, but Mikhail liked languages, and someone who moved around a lot probably had more use of them then he would.
Her mention of his files was enough to make him glance down at them briefly, shaking his head. "No, it's just fine. There aren't many." An armload, but not enough to weigh him down. Plus, even if she was a society member, there was no way of knowing if she had the proper clearance to deal with the artifacts in question.
The glance was enough to catch his interest. When he'd picked up the stack of papers, the majority had been blank. A few had small light sketches on them, mostly of other artifacts (whether reclaimed by the society or not), but nothing with writing. Now that he looked though, at least one did have writing--he could see the black ink on it, written in neat cursive, and he found himself squinting in confusion at it. That had not been there before.
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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 20, 2014 11:31:25 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above His response was saying something in German—a pretty simple phrase, but that was about the limit of what she would know. She could probably say the same phrase in French and Spanish, but not in any other language. Then, he followed in by asking what languages she did speak. She thought about it for a moment before answering.
“Some Japanese. I was born in Hawaii, though. Raised here in California. So it’s just English and some Japanese,” she responded. The longer she stood there talking to him, the more ansty she got: if someone else walked in, she’d be sent away.
She glanced around nervously, but carried the conversation anyway. Hana had to be polite, after all. He didn’t want help with the files, though, so she really had no more reason to stand around here. But, she didn’t want to be rude and just walk away, at least not without giving her her name, first. Though—that made her nervous, too. If she told him her name, he might recognize it and send her away again. She clutched the rabbit unconsciously to her chest.
Hana responded, “Well, if your certain then.” She paused, then decided that maybe her name wouldn’t be that condemning. “I’m Hana Saito, by the way. Thank you for telling me how to get to the library.”
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Post by MIKHAIL USENKO on Jan 20, 2014 18:00:00 GMT -8
She was a returning local? At another time that would have piqued Mikhail's interest, and he probably would have inquired further. As it was, he was extremely distracted. Even her giving her name mostly flew over his head, and he would barely remember it when they met again. He gave a small grunt, reaching down to slide the paper out, pulling it to the top of the stack so he could read it.
He barely registered he should be giving his own name in turn, up until the point where he read that she didn't want to be rude without giving her name. His brow furrowed in confusion and he glanced up briefly. "Mikhail. I'm Mikhail." He blurted out, eyes flicking right back down to the page. It was impossible not to notice how terribly distracted he was. He was more or less flat out ignoring her, skimming the page as he tried to understand.
Then it clicked. It was so obvious it was nearly audible when he realized what the hell he was reading. His hand immediately went down, dragging a piece of paper over the one with writing on it. Good god someone was going to get fired. He couldn't be absolutely sure that it was doing what he thought it was, but he was fairly confident that it was--it was reading her mind. Reading her mind and telling him what she was doing and thinking and it was so wrong it made his skin crawl.
He had more or less forgotten Hana was there, and when he noticed her he jumped. His behavior was bizarre, but he'd have to deal with the consequences of that later. "Sorry, I need to go." And just like that, without even a bit of further explanation, he was off.
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Post by HANA SAITO on Jan 20, 2014 18:25:17 GMT -8
| the price of evil Can't wake up in sweat Cause it ain't over yet Still dancing with your demons Victim of your own creation Beyond the will to fight Where all that's wrong is right Where hate don't need a reason Loathing self-assassination) You've been lied to Just to rape you of your sight And now they have the nerve To tell you how to feel So sedated as they Medicate your brain And while you slowly Go insane they tell ya "Given with the best intentions Help you with your complications" And I know you hear their voices Calling from above Hana stared at him, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was reading something on a piece of paper and just barely managed to sneak in his own introduction. Mikhail. The way he said it made it sound foreign, somehow. His expression got stranger and stranger to read the longer he read the paper, and Hana wasn’t sure what to think.
Then, however, he excused himself in a hurry.
Panic set in for a brief second. Had he figured out who she was? That she wasn’t supposed to be wandering around willy-nilly? Well, technically she could but people generally frowned at her for it if she did it too frequently. Her eye widened slightly and she took a step toward him, lifting her hand as if to grab him even though she was way far out of reach. “Wait—I can explain,” she called, her voice half-hearted.
But it seemed as though he was in a hurry and was gone. Hana let her hand drop and she looked around. Was he running off to go get someone? To go tell on her? She was almost thirty, why was she so worried about someone running off to go tell on her? Somehow, she was.
Unsure of what to do, Hana paced in her spot for a second, turning about, before she decided that she was completely overacting. He had been reading a piece of paper and barely paying attention to her. Perhaps he had just read something and had a breakthrough and had to run off to do some weird experiment. Hana clutched her little stuffed bunny to her chest, then half-jogged in the direction Mikhail and pointed to the library.
Hopefully no one would show up to send her away.
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