We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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At the judge's first commented, Sam stared at him with a blank expression, behind the faceplate. He half wondered if there was alcohol in the sandwhich, and if the judge was drunk. [color=edc393]"Right. Thanks for the info."[/color] He stated after lightly shaking his head, looking in the direction the judge had indicated. With that said, Sam turned around and walked away.
Back at the building Elm was parked on, Sam looked up while bending his knees, then jumped back up onto the roof. [color=edc393]"Did you get all that?"[/color] He asked Elm with a slightly lowered voice, approaching the jet-bike.
"I did." Elm confirmed, opening the rider's compartment to Sam.
[color=edc393]"Off we go, then."[/color]
Once Sam climbed into the jet-bike, Elm closed the glass dome, and took off, heading towards the direction the judge indicated.
Back at the building Elm was parked on, Sam looked up while bending his knees, then jumped back up onto the roof. [color=edc393]"Did you get all that?"[/color] He asked Elm with a slightly lowered voice, approaching the jet-bike.
"I did." Elm confirmed, opening the rider's compartment to Sam.
[color=edc393]"Off we go, then."[/color]
Once Sam climbed into the jet-bike, Elm closed the glass dome, and took off, heading towards the direction the judge indicated.
"If I must remain in this world until I can find a way back to Drangleic, I will definitely need to consume souls, or risk becoming hollow. Maybe... maybe I could travel with you? If I must prey on humans to survive, then at least I can avoid preying on innocent ones."
For the first time, Joanna's smile of relief seemed completely genuine.
"I... thank you. I did not expect that you would stand for the company of an undead, particularly given what I must do to survive. If I can travel with you, then maybe I can survive a little longer without hurting good people."
"I... thank you. I did not expect that you would stand for the company of an undead, particularly given what I must do to survive. If I can travel with you, then maybe I can survive a little longer without hurting good people."
After a brief while of flying, Elm and Sam neared Lake Geneva, spotting the UN office in the park to the left of it, Sam identifying it by the numerous flagpoles outside. [color=edc393]"There it is. Building with the flags, ten 'o clock."[/color] Sam anounded, somewhat suprised the directions the judge gave were accurate.
Followig Sam's instructions, Elm descended while moving towards the building. "The same instructions apply as they did for the bounty store. You be our representative, while I tell you whatto say, when I think it's necessary. I'll stay outside with the vehicle."
[color=edc393]"Gotcha."[/color] Sam briefly wondered if he should leave his sword with Elm, but decided to keep it with him for now, and cross the bridge of weapons policies when he got there.
When Elm reached the plaza infront of the office, Sam hopped out of the jet-bike, and approached the front door of the building, arms behind his side. While Sam approached the door, Elm moved the jet-bike further up.
Followig Sam's instructions, Elm descended while moving towards the building. "The same instructions apply as they did for the bounty store. You be our representative, while I tell you whatto say, when I think it's necessary. I'll stay outside with the vehicle."
[color=edc393]"Gotcha."[/color] Sam briefly wondered if he should leave his sword with Elm, but decided to keep it with him for now, and cross the bridge of weapons policies when he got there.
When Elm reached the plaza infront of the office, Sam hopped out of the jet-bike, and approached the front door of the building, arms behind his side. While Sam approached the door, Elm moved the jet-bike further up.
The large and impressive building complex, with a row of pillars lining the front, seemed quite empty from the outside. Inside however, the lobby was a swirl of activity. This facility is the second most important of the entire UN, and many UN organs claim this as their headquarters.
As Sam entered the lobby, most of the people inside took a quick glance before continuing on their way. However, one woman in the reception quickly picked up a phone and called someone, keeping her eyes on Sam as if describing his appearance. In the general buzz however, it was next to impossible to pick out what she was saying. Discreetly placed along the edges of the room were four guards wearing a blue cap with the UN emblem. Security was seemingly not a major issue here.
As Sam entered the lobby, most of the people inside took a quick glance before continuing on their way. However, one woman in the reception quickly picked up a phone and called someone, keeping her eyes on Sam as if describing his appearance. In the general buzz however, it was next to impossible to pick out what she was saying. Discreetly placed along the edges of the room were four guards wearing a blue cap with the UN emblem. Security was seemingly not a major issue here.
Once inside the reception lobby, Sam glanced around the place, keeping his head, and as usual, the rest of his body still. Spotting the reception desk, Sam approach it with a leisurely pace, weaving through the other people present in the lobby, if they didn't move out of the way first. As he moved, he picked up on three of the four guards, the forth hidden behind other people. Seeing them, Sam was surprised at the minimal security, expecting more.
Although it was habbit for him to assume the posture, Sam was of mind to keep his hand away from his sword.
Reaching the reception desk, Sam placed the palms of his hands on it, and turned his head towards the woman on the phone, waiting to be addressed. He figured he wouldn't have to keep waiting for very long, having noted her casting a glance at him, and subsequently pick up the phone.
Although it was habbit for him to assume the posture, Sam was of mind to keep his hand away from his sword.
Reaching the reception desk, Sam placed the palms of his hands on it, and turned his head towards the woman on the phone, waiting to be addressed. He figured he wouldn't have to keep waiting for very long, having noted her casting a glance at him, and subsequently pick up the phone.
The receptionist finished talking on the phone before Sam reached the desk and when he reached it, she looked up at him and spoke, with a French accent. "Good afternoon, how may I help you?"
If Sam was very preceptive, he might notice a slow influx of people wearing dark grey suits and black sunglasses. These men and women all had a slight bulge by their chest, and they discreetly took up strategic positions around the room. Hardly any of them looked directly at Sam, but where they look behind their sunglasses is hard to tell.
OoC: Actually have no idea how strict security at UN headquarters are, but hey, extraordinary times and all that.
If Sam was very preceptive, he might notice a slow influx of people wearing dark grey suits and black sunglasses. These men and women all had a slight bulge by their chest, and they discreetly took up strategic positions around the room. Hardly any of them looked directly at Sam, but where they look behind their sunglasses is hard to tell.
OoC: Actually have no idea how strict security at UN headquarters are, but hey, extraordinary times and all that.
"Wow..."was all Seras could think to say at first. "I'm surprised you've decided to stay in the military. I mean, in my world, when someone loses a limb in the service, they tend to move on to something else." she said, not wanting to bring up that most times soldiers were forced out of service if they got injured like Vicky.
While waiting at the reception desk, Sam occasionally idly glanced around the room, at the various various people going about their buisiness, and at new ones ariving. He was a perseptive one, and noticed the arival of the several people clad in grey. [color=edc393]There's the cavalry, I guess.[/color] Once the woman spoke, Sam looked back to her, although the fact that he looked away to begin with wasn't noticeable behind the faceplate.
"Get straight to the point. Ask about XCOM." Elm instructed over the radio, after dropping the radio wave filter of the cloaking field. Elm's voice was faintly audible through the speaker in Sam's helmet, although was unlikely to be picked up over the hustle ad bustle in the lobby.
[color=edc393]"Yes. I was told this bureau has ties to an agency devoted to dealing with otherworldly things, called XCOM. As an out-worlder representing a greater whole, I'd like to have a meeting arranged with this agency."[/color] Sam explained to the woman.
"Get straight to the point. Ask about XCOM." Elm instructed over the radio, after dropping the radio wave filter of the cloaking field. Elm's voice was faintly audible through the speaker in Sam's helmet, although was unlikely to be picked up over the hustle ad bustle in the lobby.
[color=edc393]"Yes. I was told this bureau has ties to an agency devoted to dealing with otherworldly things, called XCOM. As an out-worlder representing a greater whole, I'd like to have a meeting arranged with this agency."[/color] Sam explained to the woman.
Sam was quiet for a moment, expecting Elm to give him further instructions. Which, sure enough, soon came. "Someone has to be in charge of extra-dimensional affairs. Mention the trial, and asked who presided over that matter." Elm instructed.
[color=edc393]"Look."[/color] Sam began, choosing his words, a little awkwardly. [color=edc393]"You might not know about this bureau, but someone around here should. For instance; A bunch of people from other dimensions was put on trial by this agency. I don't know when, exactly, but it couldn't have been more then twenty-four hours ago. Whoever set up this trial had connections with this XCOM. And that's not to mention all the ED activities happening in other places across the globe."[/color] He stated, then paused.
[color=edc393]"So. If you could direct me whatever part of this agency dealt with and is dealing with all of that, that would be great."[/color]
[color=edc393]"Look."[/color] Sam began, choosing his words, a little awkwardly. [color=edc393]"You might not know about this bureau, but someone around here should. For instance; A bunch of people from other dimensions was put on trial by this agency. I don't know when, exactly, but it couldn't have been more then twenty-four hours ago. Whoever set up this trial had connections with this XCOM. And that's not to mention all the ED activities happening in other places across the globe."[/color] He stated, then paused.
[color=edc393]"So. If you could direct me whatever part of this agency dealt with and is dealing with all of that, that would be great."[/color]
I overheard the dame in the skintight suit talking... With a soul eater. Damn undead! Never accept their own goddamn deaths! Then they mooch off the living! I had marched up to the soul eater with anger in my stride. I barely contained myself. Almost picked her up by the collar and shook her.
"What do you mean you have to consume souls!"
"What do you mean you have to consume souls!"
Since Sophia and Sara had left, Matilda went back to drawing shapes in the sand with the end of her cane.
Sophia waited patiently as Sara did her work, trying to watch what she was doing with the thread and needle while also trying not to bother Sara either.