1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]
Jul. 12th, 2012 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
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Date: 2012-07-15 03:11 pm (UTC)[And the threat was neutralized--he made certain of that. No one but his closest friends know what really happened that day, and that was fine by him. He was no hero.]
That's right. The ICPO is an international police organization, and the only one of its kind in my world. It's also called Interpol, and the only organization that's larger is the UN-- the United Nations. It's not a bad outfit, but it has problems like every other large-scale organization that you can think of.
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Date: 2012-07-16 11:41 am (UTC)By that logic, you must be somewhere between a criminal of some sort and a buddy to the cops. [Have a slightly unreadable stare, Arsene--if you want to guess, she's trying to decide if she looks accusing or curious. :|]
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Date: 2012-07-16 02:55 pm (UTC)I'm a prankster on an international level, but I have helped the Inspector take down worse criminals from time to time.
It's not a bad life, really. It's just not one that can be kept up here.
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Date: 2012-07-16 03:52 pm (UTC)[First Jack, then Grunt, now this goof. Don't mind if she cradles her head for a bit. :|]
Just so I know I can put up with you, what're the odds that you'll play some screwball trick on me behind my back?
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Date: 2012-07-16 03:58 pm (UTC)...That depends entirely on how we get to know each other. If I do anything, it won't be 'bad'--that much I can promise you.
You're used to pranksters?
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Date: 2012-07-16 04:05 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2012-07-16 04:16 pm (UTC)Oh, I think you'll be able to handle anything I dish out just fine then.
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Date: 2012-07-17 01:13 am (UTC)Pleasant. Guess that means we'll be getting along just as well, too. [Hello, caustic tone. :|']