Neverland (IC)

[Satehi]

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Time - Unknown
??? – Underground
Rating: 34

“Ha, Ha, Haaa---!”

The sound of sharp breaths and rapid footsteps resounds through the tunnels, echoing far into the darkness.

Not there would be anyone around to listen. This was London’s deep underground, a place that deemed off limits by both the Commonwealth and the Kingdom. Anyone unfortunate enough to be found by the authorities entering or exiting such a place would be in for a night in the cells, a lengthy interrogation, and a heavy fine- if not shot on sight. Therefore, the only people who would venture in these passages were either members of organized crime who sought a shelter away from the law, deserters who desperately wanted to cross the walls to the other side of London… or perhaps the rare few whom did not fear the dangers that lurked within.

The man belonged to the foremost category. But even criminals were wary of the threats in these depths, and they stuck religiously to the scarce passageways and hideouts they were familiar with. And yet, this man found himself in completely unfamiliar territory.

His reason was easily discerned with but a glance of his situation- he was fleeing.

His heart pounded,
his chest heaved,
and his legs dashed forward.

Adrenaline powered his body, and his brain worked at full throttle to find a way out of his predicament. If sure death awaited behind him, then it was only natural to run forwards, even if into the unknowns of the underground. An exit, an obstacle to barricade the monster at his tails, or a weapon with which to fight- anything would do.

And yet, his prayers are not answered.

Before him, lies only a dead end.
Behind him, a mass of flames.
At his side, an empty pistol.

Not that any bullets would have served him any good, in this case- even cutting-edge weapons, produced at the very forefront of Engine technology, could not save him now. Perhaps, with some of latest protective gear available in London, the flames themselves might be manageable. But they were nothing more the accompaniment of the main actor, a carpet laid for its master. And there was little that would protect him from that.

And, sensing that the chase had finally come to an end-

“!”

-the flames pounce, enveloping their prey.

The monster, elated at this climax, easily finishes off the man. It is a relatively bloodless conclusion, as any such fluids are quick to evaporate. Fire that could scorch stone and warp steel washes over him, and the considerable bulk of the beast easily crushes over his frail flesh. The only resistance the man can offer at this point is a scream, echoing again in the tunnels to a silent audience. The passage fills with the smell of cooked flesh, and even the bones are reduced to ash. It doesn’t even take a minute for the entire affair to end.

A sinner hunted down and tormented by a monster- an image that would have not been out of place in a depiction of hell.
But this is no afterlife for the damned, nor was it divine punishment- this was London. Once considered the most beautiful city in the world, it has fallen far from glory, shining with forced splendor to disguise the ugliness that has taken root. Theft, murder, and even demonic events like the above- it is a place where such occurrences have now become commonplace.

And for those who live in this place, there are but two options. You can despair as you envision the bleak future ahead of you, sink into the filth of this city and join its madness… Or, you can avert your eyes, hold your covers tight at night and pretend that you see nothing…

However-
However, if neither option appeals to you-
If you do not fear the harsh, lonely path, if you intend to persevere even through a thousand battles and a thousand defeats, in search of the future that you seek-
Then struggle. You must fight off all those who would stand in your way. Believe the choices that you have made hold meaning, and crawl forth until the light of victory shines upon you- exhaust every last morsel of your strength, use up every shred of intelligence in your body, and display the fruits of your life.

Do so, and to you I will guarantee at the very least- that even if the end you desire does not come to pass, there will be none who can laugh at your story- a tragedy without dispute.

And, like the man who had just perished,

Another set of footsteps echoes through the depths, looking for their own exits.

Diantha Stuart
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:30 AM
Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy
Rating - 7

Queen’s Mayfair Academy. Having opened in 1866, it was a famous high school that boasted a history of producing many individuals who went on to take positions of great influence and power in society- only natural, given that it was an institution that catered to nobility in the first place, where many sons and daughters spent their final years before entering society. Having been rebuilt after the civil war thanks to generous donations from its alumni, it continued to operate to this day as one of the Kingdom’s most prestigious institutions. Between the large campus, extravagant decorations, and some of the finest instructors available across the world, Mayfair Academy was certainly the very image of a school for the elite.

That said, it was not immune to the times, and had recently begun to open its doors to the public. In this day and age, the elite had need for capable subordinates, and to those with the skills the academy was a place where many used the privilege of their scholarships to build connections with their future employers.

As a result, it was now not uncommon for many regular students, no particularly distinguished background nor connections to the nobility, to enroll here- a fact that would prove rather convenient for your current assignment.

Only yesterday, you had received a letter from the Royal See- orders. As usual, the contents were fairly brief, providing only necessary information on a need to know basis to prevent any leaks. Preparations had been made for you to start attending school at Queen’s Mayfair Academy. A recent string of deaths (mostly presumed to be suicides) involving individuals associated with the school had prompted one of the agents on site to investigate. The results of the investigation were as of yet incomplete, but there were signs that there was involvement by Neverland. Tomorrow, you were to head to the school, meet up with on site agent who would contact you, and receive further details regarding the mission then.

A tiny scrawl on the back of your orders, the trademark handwriting of a certain Duchess Windsor, read a quick message- “I figure you might be more at ease with something like this, right?”.

And thus, here you were. On your way to your new school, a handful of steps away from the campus gates.

However, rather than the image of a respectable institute for learning that people had come to expect from Queen’s Mayfair Academy, the current school projected the image of a cemetery. The students who were on their way to school were anything but bustling youths, eager for another day of learning and horsing around with their friends. Instead, they held their heads low, whispering to each other quietly and doing their best to avoid attention- not surprising, considering how much death they had seen in recent days.

It didn’t help that there were a number of teachers located at the gates, together with a handful of students who seemed to be monitoring the students as they passed by the doors, irregularly checking the bags of anyone who seemed suspicious. And naturally, as you try to make your way across the gates-

“Hold it.”

-one of the students at the gates calls out to you, the band on their arm apparently indicating that they were a member of the disciplinary committee.

“I don’t recognize you. Your bag, please?”

Lucilla Michaelis
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:50 AM
Commonwealth – Anne Turner’s Office
Rating - 4

Anne Turner, despite her status as a famous detective, was quite disorganized in her day to day life. Her office (which also doubled as her house on most days) was often a mess, and she often forgot to eat at regular intervals, too engrossed in her work. This was a fact that you knew well, as it was the one which had brought the two of you together. Her, a dependent who had some trouble taking care of herself, and you, a capable maid who could handle almost any task- well, that statement might have been a bit of an exaggeration. Still, it was certainly very fortunate for the detective that you have responded to her advertisement for part time work.

And naturally, having cleaned up the place several times before, you were no stranger to the office (presently in disarray), nor to Anne, who was presently enjoying a fresh cup of tea.

The woman on one of the sofas, however, was new. You were not quite sure yet why your employer had specifically called you in so early today, but it probably had something to do with this woman, given how the two of them had been waiting in the office when you arrived.

And then, right on cue, your employer set down their cup of tea, and began to speak.

“Thanks for coming, Lucilla, I appreciate it. I suppose some introductions are in order, but first…” Flashing a mischievous smile, the lady opened up one of her drawers. Withdrawing a single coin, she deposited it onto the desk. It looked a little deformed, and many of the finer features were distorted. It was barely legible enough for you to make out a couple characters together with the numbers 1940, but it was not a language that you were familiar with. Judging by the size and color, it was probably a rather cheap foreign coin.

“What do you think of this?”

Simo “Simuna” Hayha
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 2

Judicious Birch Apartments- a rather standard apartment complex in pretty much every way, except maybe for its relative proximity to the Thames. It was established after the war, and had no particular grandeur or history to speak of- just a humble residence for those of lower class, a far cry from the lavish mansions and or hotels frequented by the nobility in this half of London.

Right now, you were making your way to your destination- one of the alleys near the building, where you would meet with your support for your current assignment. Not that you normally needed such a thing for the kind of work that you did, but this job was a little… different.

It seemed like there had recently been trouble at night in this area, and witness reports suggested that it was likely the work of a Creature. A certain Earl who was troubled by this- a man by the name Antony Copelace, had contacted you, having heard of your impressive track record in handling these sorts of problems. It would have made a fine story about a ruler concerned about his subjects, if not for the details that followed.

It seemed like the man had an illegitimate child who lived in the area- a certain Aileen Wade, and was thus concerned for their safety. Accordingly, your contact was not to exterminate the Creature, but instead simply to guard and protect his bastard until the dangers of the Creature went away. The way the request had been worded was rather off-putting, as if saying that the lives of the other people in the neighborhood that had been bothered by this menace in recent days were only of secondary concern. Not to mention that bodyguard work wasn’t exactly your thing.

But despite the rather unusual details, it was a job that would end the same way as it usually did- eliminate the Creature, and the problem would be solved. Your employer didn’t really expect you to play protect the princess- the support that he provided would handle most of that. That, and the rather generous pay he was offering, was more than enough for you to take on this request.

When you arrive at the previously agreed upon meeting spot, a large man stands there waiting to greet you- a certain Max Lawson, a mundane who had apparently served the Copelace family for quite a while. It seemed like he had arrived much earlier than the scheduled time, and was now leisurely enjoying his smoke.

Having noticed your arrival, he slowly removes his cigarette from his lips, and turns to address you. However, what leaves his lips is not the polite and friendly greeting of a well-mannered servant, but instead a sharp and overbearing warning from one soldier to another.

“Let me make this clear- the master may hold your abilities in high regard, but I’ve never really been fond of mercenaries. So, don’t think of trying any funny business.”

William Joshua Aldritch
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:05 AM
Commonwealth – Southeast Police Headquarters
Rating - 2

The local police headquarters stood ominously out on the streets of London as if it were an impregnable fortress, towering over the local populace. This was not due to an impressive display of cannons, nor unbreachable gates and walls- the building itself was rather normal, with large, plain doors and standard sturdy masonry. Instead, it was the result of the atmosphere that had permeated the streets of the city- Knowledge of the various privileges that had been granted to the local police, and how they had been used against those who threatened public order naturally made the citizens wary of anything to do with them. That had given birth to the intimidating feeling the building now gave off, which drove people off must like any fortifications would against any intruders.

And this was a fortress you had been asked to lay siege to.

It was a request that you had received the other day from a certain Mr. Aaron- a café owner with whom you were fairly well acquainted, having treated you very well many times in the past. It seemed like a couple days ago, a friend of his, a certain Ms. Catherine, had gotten into trouble with the local authorities. Thankfully, it was nothing particularly serious- it seemed like this friend of his was a bit of a charlatan, who made a living off of indulging in modern London’s penchant for the occult by offering her services as a fortune teller. Apparently, she had even given advice to the café on their menu choices.

It seems like a couple of her proclamations had stirred up people quite a bit, and had attracted ire from the local police. She was currently supposed to be reflecting on her actions with a couple nights of stay at one of the temporary cells, and it would still be a couple days before she would be let out. During your most recent visit to his store, Mr. Aaron had come to you asking if it might be possible, given your rather high esteem and status, to give a sort of amnesty or pardon, and ask her to be let out of the cells a little early.

Easily opening the doors, you find yourself on the inside of the ‘fortress’- a rather sparse lobby, with only a couple of people on standby or manning the reception desk. Most of their men, after all, are on patrol on the streets of London, and only a couple stay here to handle the rare request, or to guard the station from an unlikely assault. One of the officers lounging around notices your entry, and makes his way over.

“Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?”

Amelia Williams
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:40 AM
Commonwealth – Personal Residential Quarters
Rating - 2

Many were those who had been lured into the capital of Albion by the promises of wealth in a city where opportunities were said to be on every street. As such, the story of the Williams- a family of four who had recently moved from the New World into London- was not a particularly unusual one, and would not rouse any alarms in anyone’s head.

Which made it more than adequate as a cover.

While there were days where you and the rest of your family actually lived out the act that you tried to sell to those around you, it was immediately obviously that this morning would not be one of those days. As soon as your family, minus your sister who had ate earlier, finishes their breakfast, the somewhat strained cheery family atmosphere that had been in the room earlier dissolves. Your mother, Eleanor, clears her throat to make sure she has your attention, and begins to speak.

“To business. I believe I’ve already explained the details to you last night, but I’d like to go over things once more. Today, you’ll be infiltrating one of the Commonwealth’s airbases. We’ve received intel that in addition to its regular cargo, the Department of Investigation has arranged for the transport of an item related to Neverland and it’s ilk, the details of which we were not able to acquire. You are to investigate what this item is, and if possible, retrieve it for further study.”

She leaves a familiar photo on the desk. “Your cover for this infiltration will be this woman, Martha Carlson. She’s a scholarship student from Golden Sierra University, who is scheduled to begin her internship today at the base. Your sister should be dealing with her right now, so all you’ll have to do this time is use your skills to take her appearance, use the ID she’ll be retrieving for you right now and find an opportunity to prod the interior of the airship.”

At the mention of your other missing family member, your dad, John Williams, frowns a little, obviously a little uncomfortable at the prospect of having both of his children handling a mission while he stays on the sidelines. Eleanor, well aware of your relationship, quickly tries to smooth things over.

“This time, we’ll be leaving most of the details up to you. Think of this mostly as an exercise in testing your independent decision making and leadership, and please keep in mind that the top priority in this mission is your own safety. If your chances of success are too low or you come across unforeseen complications, then make sure to retreat.”

“Any questions?”

Schneeweißchen - "Eirwen"
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:50 AM
Kingdom – Windshire Citadel
Rating - 6

As the famous castle belonging to Duchess Windsor, Windshire Citadel was full of various secret and hidden passages. Even you, one of the members of the Royal See, only knew a small fraction of the castle’s hidden tricks- the only ones who probably knew the full details of all the secret rooms, passages, and traps were probably only the duchess herself, and perhaps some of her closest personal staff. No doubt it was a security measure to ensure that the duchess herself would always have the upper hand against any engagement that took place within its walls.

And, from one of these such passages, you had entered into the castle proper and were about to enter the briefing room- a space set aside for the duchess to personally interact with the agents and explain to them the details of their latest assignments. Naturally, the room itself was soundproof to prevent any eavesdropping, but as you open the door, you hear just a snippet of a discussion that was taking place, coming from an unmistakable male voice:

“-time you told me?”

Inside, you find Mary Windsor, as you would expect given your orders to come to the castle this morning- as well a face you weren’t quite expecting to see. Charles, one of the Royal See’s most esteemed agents, a man whose loyalties were suspect, and most importantly of all, your prince. Both parties seem taken aback by your arrival, their faces shooting towards the door as they hear it open.

It would seem that whatever they had been discussing just earlier had led Mary to forget your arrival this morning, judging by her surprise. However, it would seem that your intrusion was more than welcome on her part, since she is quick to get over her flustered state and smiles at you from her desk.

“Good morning to you, Miss White. How do you do?”

Laura Reed
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:10 AM
Commonwealth – Club Coffee
Rating - 2

Drugs were a common problem on the streets of London nowadays, with many sorts of small time criminals dipping their hands in what they saw as easy money, and plenty of new innovations being made in a city that advertised the most advanced scientific learning in the world. While the Department of Investigation naturally saw their existence as a bit of a nuisance to public order, substances were rather low on the priority list compared to other problems in the city. As a result, they were often overlooked, and it was instead up to the regular police to handle the problem.

That this was not the case right now said more than enough about the latest drug that you had been ordered to investigate.

Uppers, Speed- whatever pseudonym they used on the streets at the moment- was a stimulant known for the burst of energy it gave, together with various hallucinogenic effects. This in and of itself was not particularly unusual- what had attracted the attention of the Department was its apparent relation with a variety of incidents involving damages that were not feasible by mundane means, as well as some interesting descriptions given by former users.

To investigate and verify if the substance truly had any supernatural usages, and to obtain a grasp on its distribution and creation- that was your current task. To start you off, the Department had snooped around, and found you a civilian informant. That was the person you were supposed to meet this morning, at this café.

And, as if right on cue, a person wanders around the outdoor tables, looking around the other tables as well as their numbers. For a while, they seem a little confused, but after checking again, they begin to approach you cautiously.

“Excuse me, miss. Have you seen anyone else around here…?”

It would seem that they hadn’t quite realized who they were talking with.

[Verg Avesta]

Simo “Simuna” Häyhä
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 2

You can run on for a long time...

A quiet hum, barely audible, echoed from the lips of Simuna as she made her way through the streets near Thames. Lower-class residences built after the war, inhabited by lower-class people who were building their own families now that the war was behind them. Morning frost had gathered on the windows of those same buildings and River Thames itself seemed have some fog hovering above its surface, no doubt the result of colder air washing against the warmer water... though the water in River Thames was anything but cold. Still, against the cold of an October morning, Simuna felt that her choice of attire had been perfect. A large fur jacket might've been a bit too much in central and southern Europe, but here, it worked just fine.

Run on for a long time, run on for a long time...

As she walked the relative empty streets and slipped into the alleyway near undetected, Simuna continued to hum. She was closing in on the building she was supposed to 'Guard'... a task that wasn't usually a part of her repertoire. However, money was money. Having arrived to London not too long ago, she knew that her savings were not infinite. Taking jobs like these, even ones that weren't exactly her cup of tea, was part and parcel of setting yourself up as a trusted worker anywhere. Mercenary work was no different from this. She had gained a sizable reputation on the mainland, but here... well, it'd take some time, most likely.

Sooner or later God'll cut you down...

Approaching the supposed meeting spot, the humming blonde started rummaging through the pockets of her jacket, emerging finally with a pair of woolen, thin gloves. She pulled them on before taking out something else; namely a pack of cigarettes that had the words 'Lucky Bastard' on the packaging, along with a picture of a grinning lion. She fished out a single one and brought it to her lips... yet did not light it. Instead, she continued walking and humming while her eyes darted here and there at the back alley, the building her 'protectee' resided in and everything in between. Simuna's eyes took a count of every fire-escape, ladder and other possible access points to the nearby rooftops that would give a vantage point over Judicious Birch Apartments. She tried to see if there were any such ways to the rooftop of the apartment-building itself. She took a count of possible hiding spots in the alley, their orientation and how many would serve as a cover in case of a firefight or... something else. She mapped out the route she had taken as well as other possible escape routes, retreat routes and ways to lose potential pursuers.

In short, her mind had already entered a so-called 'working phase'. Despite the song she was humming, or perhaps just because of it, Simuna had lost whatever shred of presence she had as a 'young girl' and had instead transformed into a proper soldier... or, as proper soldiers would see her, a mercenary.

Sooner or later God'll cut you down.

Which was exactly the way a certain family retainer seemed to regard her with.

“Let me make this clear- the master may hold your abilities in high regard, but I’ve never really been fond of mercenaries. So, don’t think of trying any funny business.”

Simuna's cold eyes turned to look at the much taller man, and her humming stopped. She took her time to process those words of clear distaste while her hands brought a zippo from her pocket and lit up her own cigarette with it. Mr. Lawson was one thing, but the way Simuna smoked her cigarette was not one of a refined lady. Instead there was a clear slouch to it, one often seen in heavy smokers. That was also the reason for the woolen gloves Simuna used. Staining her fingers with nicotine was the last thing she wanted to do in her job. A smell could give one away just as well as movement or sound.

In any event, Simuna's eyes traveled up and down the man standing before her, analyzing his physique and possible skill-set. As Simuna mostly worked alone, she wanted to know what her 'partner' was capable of. And judging from Mr. Lawson's arms and abs, he was at the very least physically fit enough. Clearly a former combatant that had then come into the service of a noble family in his later years.

That invasive, emotionless stare having looked Max Lawson all over, Simuna took a drag off her cigarette and finally answered.

"My business is seldom amusing, let alone funny," Simuna answered, her voice emotionless to the point of being monotone. "And while I am a mercenary, I have no need for you to be fond of me. I have been hired for my skills and expertise, and thus I have no intention of wasting time... neither the client's nor that of myself. Your master paid for results. I get results."

Leaning against the wall, Simuna let the cigarette-smoke drift towards the sky, using it to watch the wind patterns generated by the maze of buildings and the nearby river - all things she would need to take into account in her job. At the same time, she tried to search for any telltale signs of this Creature that had been rumored to plague this neighborhood.

And although everything in her attitude seemed to indicate she no longer acknowledged Max Lawson anymore, she did continue talking to him.

"Well then... any developments not mentioned in the initial briefing I received?" Simuna continued, her strong accent and odd phrase or two adding to the strange way she spoke. "Even insignificant oddities may be important, so I expect being informed of them post haste. What of the VIP? Has her location been identified and secured? From what I understand, you are to handle that part."

Finishing up her initial scan of the surroundings, Simuna finally turned her ice-cold eyes back towards Max Lawson, giving him an emotionless stare.

"And I ask that you won't let your distaste of me hamper the mission," she added, as if an afterthought. "I shall listen to your grievances off-duty if that is necessary, but I'd like you to stay professional while on the job. Unless that is too much to ask."

... Did she just take a verbal jab at him for the way he had greeted her?

It was hard to tell, considering Simuna's face and tone were as impassive as ever.

[Katie]

Diantha Stuart
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:30 AM
Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy
Rating - 7

My name is Elizabeth Schwann, an exchange student from Incognia! My parents are busy airship Engineers and recently had to relocate to London for work. I was accepted into Mayfair over my scores in the mathematics and sciences, and I tend to ramble a bit. I’m looking forward to my days here, though!

…Or so the cover goes, anyway. While I appreciate Miss Windsor playing favorites and letting me off with a relatively comfortable assignment, I can’t help but take issue at the nature of my cover itself. Do I really look that young to pass myself off as a high school student? I suppose I should be flattered, but I had a doctorate from Oxford, for crying out loud! I could easily present myself as a teacher and not have to deal with the tedium of schoolwork. Heaven knows making a lesson plan would be far more stimulating. Not to mention I’m incredibly uncertain how different my high school experience was from that of this era…

Well, best to bear with it and not look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Hold it.”
“I don’t recognize you. Your bag, please?”

Her gruff appearance honestly made me think she was a delinquent at first, but now I see she’s merely a member of the disciplinary committee. No wonder the students feel unsafe. Not only there are mysterious suicides, but their own protectors look like thugs. Hardly what I’d term as an accommodating environment.

“Oh? Sure thing.”

With a dramatic flourish, I hand off my bag, meticulously sculpted to create the image of a prim and proper student, with elegantly organized notes and utilities. For everything I’d consider necessary—that’s on my person.

“I just transferred in today, you see.”

[Satehi]

Simo “Simuna” Häyhä
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 3

“…”

There is a pause.

Smoke drifts freely through the alley, rising up to the rooftops- a place you note can also be accessed by a pair of fire escapes on either building, with a seemingly obstructed view of the river- and beyond. The rest of the alley is of little note, save for a back exit into the apartment and a now silent Max.

Having just recently declared a rather antagonistic statement to the mercenary that his master had hired, it was clear from his expression that this sort of response- one which didn’t react at all to his jab at all, and instead got straight to business- was far from the one he had expected. In his opinion, mercenaries were nothing more than hired dogs, and the fact that his master had chosen to rely on one of them rather than his own personal retinue was… insulting, to say the least. That was one of the main reasons behind his earlier actions.

That said, there was no real fault he could find with the professional attitude you had shown, and instead he simply furrowed his brows for a bit in somewhat childish irritation. Lifting his cigarette back up to his mouth for one last whiff, he adds it to the rest of the litter in the alley before answering.

“Nah, that’s fine. So long as we both stay professional, there won’t be any problems.”

It would seem that together with his cigarette, the man had also let go of his unwarranted antagonism, as he began to speak business and answer your earlier queries.

“As far as details go…” Not comfortable with talking about this, Max looks around the alley again to make sure that there’s no one in earshot. “The first sightings appear to have started only around three days ago, in this area. As I’m told you are probably already aware of, the reports are generally fuzzy and not very useful. They’ve all happened at night so far, so it’s likely that if any action occurs it’ll be during tonight as well. It doesn’t seem like there have been any deaths or disappearances yet, but there have been broken windows, as well as damages to pavement and vehicles. It seems like water is involved somehow, since the vicinity is unusually wet at the scenes where it seems to be involved.”

“I’m sure you’re thinking then that the most logical move is to move the young miss away from this river, but… well, unfortunately, that’s not really an option.” He quickly moves onto another topic. Whatever the reason, it seems clear that the previous train of thought is not an option in this case. “As far as the young miss’s location, she should be in her apartment room right now. We’ll be going to meet with her right now and make sure she understands the situation.”

Withdrawing what appears to be a set of keys from his pocket and gesturing to the front of the building, he stares at you to make sure you understand the urgency of his next words.

“I’ll be the one in charge of handling most of that. You have your job, and I have mine- try not to aggravate the young miss. Anything else?”

[Verg Avesta]

Simo “Simuna” Häyhä
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 3

"..."

Simuna listened to Max's explanation with attentive eye, though no discernible expression on her face. She busied her hands with her cigarette, occasionally letting a cloud of smoke waft upwards, towards the rooftops. It was an elusive thing, much like the mercenary herself, who didn't seem to be all-quite-there as she stood stiff as a board, taking in the information given to her about the case so far, and what the witnesses had seen. The only real reaction she had was when Mr. Lawson quickly averted the reason as to why the protectee could not be moved from the location. It wasn't her job to question these things, but... it certainly did make things more difficult.

But finally, it seemed that the explanation was over.

“I’ll be the one in charge of handling most of that. You have your job, and I have mine- try not to aggravate the young miss. Anything else?”

"A moment, please."

Simuna took a few steps and eyed the view she had of the Thames, obstructed though it may be. With the index finger and thumb of her hands, she formed a square like a camera lens and aimed it at the river, looking through it as if trying to determine something. Then, nodding to herself and mumbling something about "Syvyys 18 metriä...", she did something else odd. Pointing her hand in shape of a gun towards the river, she leveled her eye at her thumb, as if looking through make-shift iron sights. Once again Simuna muttered to herself, this time saying "Kiväärillä 90 senttiä, pistoolilla 2,4 metriä...". This seemed to satisfy her, as she once again nodded to herself and took a drag off her cigarette.

Switching her attention now to the alley, Simuna glanced up towards the fire-escapes, and especially the space between the two buildings. Gesturing Max Lawson to be silent for a moment, the mercenary-girl lifted her ring hand and... snapped her fingers loudly, of all things. Then, listening to the echo of the sound between the buildings, she counted the seconds under her breath before the noise finally died down, as quickly as it had arrived.

Having assessed the situation, Simuna brought the cigarette to her lips and furrowed her brows ever-so-slighty.

"And you said water was involved? Might make things... complicated," Simuna said, though there was no actual worry in her tone. "Also loud."

The last words were accompanied by a nod towards the buildings and the alley they were in, as if that should have explained everything to Max Lawson.

It seemed that Simuna was finally done as she quickly finished her cigarette, flicking the ash so that they were hidden in the trash before stumping the but. The girl then proceeded to fish out a small, cylindrical metal container, a bit larger than a man's thumb, from her pocket. She twisted it open, revealing was filled with cotton. It was in there that she pushed the cigarette but before screwing the lid back on and slipping the whole thing in her bag. All this was done with such ease that it must've been a habit for her by now. And while it might have been an odd thing to do, the reason was clear when one thought about it.

Unlike Max Lawson, Simuna had left no trace of her ever being in this alleyway behind.

"Let's go then," Simuna spoke, taking off her gloves and putting them in the pocket of her large jacket. "I'll leave conversation to you."

Lifting up the collar of her jacket, Simuna averted her eyes from Mr. Lawson to the ground; almost like a wolf averts looking at a human in the eyes.

"... Small talk isn't in my resume."

[Sunny]

William Joshua Aldritch
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:05 AM
Commonwealth – Southeast Police Headquarters
Rating - 2

William Joshua Aldritch considered himself to be a man of the people.

No matter one's station, the course of Albion's great and illustrious history had always been, in no small part, supported by the loyalty and soundness of heart of its average men and women. William stopped a moment on his morning constitutional, taking in the shops and passersby on his way to his destination, and allowed himself the luxury of a momentary satisfied smile. A busy, industrious commonwealth, persevering, positively buzzing, even in this prolonged time of unrest. What king could ask for a better land, a better city, or a better people? Even in his current inconvenience, he felt himself to be positively blessed.

Dabbing for a moment at his eyes, lest anyone see his swelling pride, William resumed his path, with frequent stops to allow for the occasional nod or gracious greeting to those he passed. Most nodded or greeted him in turn, as they should. Others neglected to show the proper respect, but for today at least, he would forgave their lack of decorum - no doubt they were too busy, as was he, and trying times sometimes compromised even the best of manners. Though he made sure to remember and catalogue their faces. He would have firm words with them the next time they passed each other by.

Yes, this morning, he had a pressing engagement, and he would be remiss to take his men away from the field for too long while they waited anxiously for his arrival. Both they and he were equally needed on the streets. To that end, he had made his way to the police headquarters in question, his walking cane clicking against the pavement leading to the entrance. For a loyal citizen who had always made sure to leave a table open for him, no matter how busy the morning rush, the least that his king could do was grant a small pardon where - and, of course, if - one was due. He trusted Mr. Aaron's judge of character, of course, he had proven a fine man, but it was William's own judgment that was required before any amnesty could be given.

As always, he was flanked by his loyal guards, following a few steps behind him. "Hold, if you would," William raised a threadbare glove, a signal to the two to assume watchful positions outside on either side of the doors to the headquarters before he entered. A moment to shake off his coat, and to adjust his necktie, and the man stepped in to assess both the headquarters and this wayward acquaintance of Mr. Aaron. Turning a discerning gaze at the lobby, he stopped to inspect one of the seats, running a gloved finger down the armrest and making a thoughtful, critical noise as he held up the fingertip to inspect for dirt, dust, or grime.

Hm, hm, hm. He found none, other than what was on the glove already. Acceptable.

“Excuse me, sir. Can I help you?”

"Indeed you may, and good morning to you. I've arrived to conduct a small audit," William explained, giving the officer a warm, pleasant smile as he folded both hands over the top of his cane. "I trust everything is in order?"

[Satehi]

Diantha Stuart
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:30 AM
Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy
Rating - 7

Your graceful maneuver apparently goes unappreciated, as the student before you roughly snatches your bag out of your hand. It would seem that their thuglike appearance was not just for show- far from the image of an esteemed officer for a well reputed facility, the girl opens your bag without pausing, and begins shuffling through its contents.

Honestly, the vigor at which she goes through it probably can’t be doing any favors in calming the minds of the nearby students- it’s closer to a prison examination, than anything. It, together with your declaration of transferring in today, attracts a couple whispers from the students nearby.

The girl continues to go through it a second time, seemingly dissatisfied at not being able to find something she’s looking for. However, as expected, nothing suspicious ever turns up, and she eventually gives up and returns your bag to you-it’s contents no doubt in disarray from all the rummaging.

“Here. You’re all clear.” She said, with a hint of distaste in her voice, as if she were hoping to find something weird off the new transfer student. “But honestly, to be transferring in right now…”

She gives you a weird look, like she still suspects you of being up to something funny, before what seems to be a hint of realization crosses her face.

“You said you were new to this area, right? It wouldn’t be surprising if you hadn’t heard the news.” For once looking alert and the part of a proper member of the school, the girl loses her obviously antagonistic stance and stares at you. “In that case, I’d suggest just talking with your parents and the school to see if you can delay your transfer for a couple more days.”

“Right now, this school isn’t safe.”

[Kirby]

Schneeweißchen - "Eirwen"
Time – October 3rd 1939, 8:50 AM
Kingdom – Windshire Citadel
Rating - 6

It’s the Citadel again.

A castle. Stone walls and stained glass. The halls are quiet and empty, cold light filtering through windows, cracks in the walls, refracting like prisms and shimmering across the floor, the entire thing coming off quite cold and lifeless. The halls twist and turn, a labyrinthine and almost claustrophobic structure.

I suppose I never liked castles. It’s a distant memory, but it’s there— memories of lonely, quiet halls. Frost on the windowsill, breaths misting in the air. It’s familiar. Too familiar for my liking.

Of course, it’s not quite cold enough yet to be quite the same. The winter has yet to come.

The many secret passages of this place add to this boxed-up feeling, and here I find myself in a music room. Bookshelves lining one side, cases of string instruments in the other, a grand piano sitting there like a centerpiece. This was one of the first tricks to this place I learned, when I first came here. It’s still one of the only ones I know.

I play a song—

Nine notes. A song I don’t know, but familiar for reasons I don’t understand. My hands are still quite clumsy, and I fumble some of the notes, but even so the room responds. The bookshelves shift aside, leading into a hidden corridor.

—And I hear his voice.

A discussion. An argument? The mission briefing, probably. I bat a bit of dust off my dress, and enter, and they look to me, looking more emotionally charged than I had expected them to be. I look to my prince but he seems only surprised, and remains otherwise unreadable. The woman, however, seems more happy to see me. A complicated feeling. I look to Charles again, but he isn’t smiling at all.

But I smile anyway, and bow my head and curtsy.

“Good morning. You requested my presence?”

[Kuroyuki]

Amelia Williams
Time – October 3rd 1939, 8:40 AM
Commonwealth – Personal Residential Quarters
Rating - 2

London, the capital city of Albion, was a glistening city where it was possible for a poor simple farmhand to become a rich CEO. A city where social mobility was not merely a dream or just an advertisement. As such it wasn’t uncommon for several people to London even when it was from the United States of America.

In fact, it was a pretty common story to hear. A family of four moving in search of success. The father and mother finding promising jobs with progression. Their two daughters attending a nice school nearby their nice modest house. Everything about them sounded nice and normal. Well until someone found the hidden weapon caches, heavy cleaning supplies, or disguising material. That’s when someone would realize that the Williams family was anything but normal.

So it was just another morning for Amelia Williams, field agent for the FBI. A wonderful morning that started out with Papa’s tasty breakfast. The pest had already eaten breakfast and had left. I was momentarily happy until I remember that I wasn’t alone at breakfast with Papa since Mom was here.

That means she got to eat breakfast with Papa by herself. Ugh… She probably also helped him cook this meal so that can be seen as a good girl. My breakfast was becoming bitter. So very bitter... with that knowledge. I’ll get her for this one day...

At the end of breakfast, Mom cleared her throat before getting to business.

“To business. I believe I’ve already explained the details to you last night, but I’d like to go over things once more. Today, you’ll be infiltrating one of the Commonwealth’s airbases. We’ve received intel that in addition to its regular cargo, the Department of Investigation has arranged for the transport of an item related to Neverland and it’s ilk, the details of which we were not able to acquire. You are to investigate what this item is, and if possible, retrieve it for further study.”

She slides me a photo of a woman. I wonder what it’ll be. Assassination? Interrogation? Impersonation?

“Your cover for this infiltration will be this woman, Martha Carlson. She’s a scholarship student from Golden Sierra University, who is scheduled to begin her internship today at the base. Your sister should be dealing with her right now, so all you’ll have to do this time is use your skills to take her appearance, use the ID she’ll be retrieving for you right now and find an opportunity to prod the interior of the airship.”

I merely nodded at Mom’s orders. Having Papa seemed nervous? Was it because I'm going to be out in the field while he isn't? Seeing him worried for my safety made me very happy... I'm sure if he had the option, he would've taken to the field and done all of the operations. However, he can't and I won't let him. Because he needs to be protected and I'm going to do it.

“This time, we’ll be leaving most of the details up to you. Think of this mostly as an exercise in testing your independent decision making and leadership, and please keep in mind that the top priority in this mission is your own safety. If your chances of success are too low or you come across unforeseen complications, then make sure to retreat.

Any questions?”

I took note of how Papa seemed to react to our orders favorably. Especially since it prioritized our life over our success, it was nice to see Papa happy in orders. I think the orders were almost perfect. Papa was happy. I didn't have to worry Papa. The mission seemed like a quick in and out.

“What do we know about the Martha Carlson? I don’t mind making up a personality, but I would prefer matching what people know in case I come across someone she met.”

I gave Layla’s position some thought. While I would love to place her in a fairly difficult spot, Papa was watching me and evaluating me… So I had to do my best.

“For now, I guess I would prefer Layla to… secure an escape route with a side objective of just overhearing any rumors about the objective or other interesting things about the commonwealth. The motorpool should be suitable in case I can obtain the item but can’t carry it easily.”

[Katie]

Diantha Stuart
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:30 AM
Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy
Rating - 7

Did I say I was new? Or has my acting gotten so good I can give people the impression that I desire? Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m being turned away from the job, albeit it’s all in well-founded concern. I take it back. She’s not too bad, disregarding her uncouth appearance. If she’s willing to even express a modicum of concern for others, she’s already quite better than most who live in this agonized Albion.

“I’m afraid it can’t be helped,” I say, my voice somber. “My parents won’t be here for a while—they got called up for a work-related trip soon after we arrived.”

I pause and give this girl a bittersweet smile. She shouldn’t feel as though she needs to look out for me or that something about my appearance here could be avoided. Best to try and comfort her before I get to the dirty work with my soon-to-be partner, whomever they are.

“Thanks for the warning, though. I’ll keep it in mind.”

And with that, my exuberant cheer is radically deflated, carefree skips turning into cautious steps.

[RacingeR]

Laura Reed
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:10 AM
Commonwealth – Club Coffee
Rating - 2

It was, generally speaking, not that surprising of a task.

Given Laura’s status as a contact with the other, more normal parts of the Commonwealth’s police force, plus her own personal connection to the supernatural, and her abilities to investigate it, she was a natural choice for this mission. Granted, her mere involvement already proved that the Department was starting to get concerned about this drug in particular. It may not have been on the level of taking out the big guns, but sending one of their Principals to investigating was signal enough that they were taking things seriously.

Of course, a detail that had helped her get selected frequently for this kind of mission was that Laura Reed didn’t look the part of a cop or an investigator. In fact, from the outside, she looked perfectly normal: a woman slightly taller than the average, good looking, with long clear blonde hair elaborated in a loose tail, clad in a fashionable dress and a fur coat to ward against the winter’s chill. Her mannerisms as she drank the steaming cup of tea made her seem like a middle to upper class woman partaking in her usual morning routine.

It wasn’t until one looked at her eerily cold and expressionless amber eyes that one noticed any abnormality.

Thus, the confusion of the informant that had approached her was quite understandable. Taking the chance of a question being asked of her, Laura raised her face slightly and took a good look at her. She couldn’t help but to be a bit surprised: although she matched the description she had been given, the girl definitely didn’t match the usual profile of a drug user. In fact, she seemed more like the cute and innocent type that wouldn’t be involved in these kind of murky subjects… at least, willingly.

Of course, none of that surprise appeared in Laura’s face. Instead, she showed a slight, polite smile to the girl as she answered her question. “Why, yes, I have indeed seen someone else here.” She calmly pointed at herself. “Me.”

“Sit down.” She continued. “And order something. We have topics to talk about, I trust?” She said as she returned to her tea without any change to her expression, fully assuming that the girl would follow her words.

[Satehi]

Simo “Simuna” Häyhä
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 3

“The Copelace family will handle any coverups, so long as it’s within reason. It’s not anything to be worried about.”

With that said, Max gestured for Simuna to follow him, as he left the shadows of the alley and circled around to the front of the apartments. His stride was quick and brisk- fast enough to spend as little time in public view as possible, while not so much as to arouse undue attention. Thankfully, at this time of day, the people on the streets at the moment had better things to do than to pay attention to a stranger.

Ascending the steps of the front door, he quickly picked out the appropriate key before opening the door in a single smooth motion. Only a minimal amount of noise came from his actions- it was obviously something he’d done many times before. Barely waiting for you to follow, he hurries onward quietly with his keys to a lot numbered 103.

Unlike his last entrance however, he only gives a couple of hard taps on the door.

A muffled sound appears from within the room, which leads him to put away the keys at hand. After an unlocking sound, the door opens a crack, still sealed shut by a chain. You catch but a glimpse of a person behind the door, before the door once again slams shut.

“Go away.”

Max, looking like he had predicted this result, sighs in exasperation. He takes a look at you and an idea seems to pop in his head as he decides on his response.

“Miss, the Master ordered me to escort a guest from a faraway country all this way.” He spoke in a rather exasperated but jovial tone, like he was used to dealing with difficult charges, and knew that appealing this way would have a good effect. “Surely you can at least open your doors and treat us to a cup of tea, right?”

After a moment’s contemplation, the door opened again and the occupant of the room turned their attention towards you. Not one to miss a chance to speak, Max quickly began to speak-

“We’ve come here today to-”
“Not you. I want to hear it from her.”

And just as quickly stopped. It would seem that the young miss had plenty of authority over the bodyguard, and had no reservations in dealing with any of his antics. For whatever reason, it seemed like she was more interested in hearing your side of the story over his. Max, for his part, only glances at you nervously, trying to see if you feel up to the task of answering or if he should try to proceed anyways.



William Joshua Aldritch
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:05 AM
Commonwealth – Southeast Police Headquarters
Rating – 2

“Audit…?”

The officer in front of you looks confused for a moment, as he turns around at the rest of the room to see if they had been aware of any such events. Most of them seem unconcerned, carrying on with their previous duties or only stare back blankly-in a couple however, a pang of recognition flashes through their eyes as they stare at you, and it quickly spreads to the rest of the room. The officer himself soon figures it out as well, as he takes a closer look at you.

The buzz in the lobby dulls for a moment, as they recognize the presence of the man who has graced their doors today- a figure that had become quite prominent throughout the Commonwealth.

“Good morning to you as well, sir. It is a pleasure to have someone of your status grace our department.” Although still speaking in a rather colloquial tone of voice, he gives you a polite salute, as is only proper for a man of your esteemed station. Several other members in the station follow suit, before resuming their activities. “I believe you will find its current state more than satisfactory. However, an audit…”

A look of contemplation appears on his face, as the man tries to comprehend what exactly you were asking, and if it was really an appropriate request. After all, there were plenty of things that were… somewhat sensitive in this city, given its current situation. Not to mention he was obviously curious as to why someone of your stature felt the need to inspect their activities today.

“May I ask for what reason?” Realizing a bit of the rudeness in his request, he is quick to amend his statement. “Not to say that is not possible. But an audit on such short notice is rather troubling for the department- it will be hard to get everything in order right away. As well, if you would forgive a bit of rudeness, I am a little curious what has brought us to your attention…”

[Verg Avesta]

Simo “Simuna” Häyhä
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 8:20 AM
Kingdom – Judicious Birch Apartments, Back alley
Rating - 3

A slight twitch of eyebrows and a glare that seemed to tell Max Lawson that "This was not what we agreed to." informed the man that Simuna was not a fan of the sudden development. She had been content in letting herself stay in the background while the two of them went over whatever details they needed to ensure the heir's safety. But no. Instead, Simuna had been pushed to the limelight by the servant just to get a verbal foot in the door. And now, instead of having any time to prepare for being accosted by what looked like an heiress much younger than her, she was expected to come up with something on the spot.

Yes. Simuna was not fan of this development.

"Well... Uh..." she started, fixing the ushanka on her head. "Yes. I come from far away and I am visiting London. Mr. Lawson is guiding me around."

All pretenses of not having an accent were gone now. Instead, Simuna had lapsed into something that would be in later years be unofficially known as "Rally English" - a type of speech infamous around Europe. In any event, it seemed that there were things that even the unflappable mercenary were bad with. For example, right now.

After all, while Simuna had no problem with subterfuge, she absolutely loathed social subterfuge.

"As for why I'm here, well..."

Yes, she hated it enough to throw all the caution in the wind even at a moment like this. Lying had never been in her nature, thanks to her upbringing, so Simuna just went with her gut and told truth to the girl behind the door, plain and simple.

"You're in trouble," Simuna cut to the chase. "I solve trouble."

These pressing words were accompanied by slight furrowing of brows over the ice-blue eyes.

[Sunny]

William Joshua Aldritch
Time – October 3^rd 1939, 9:05 AM
Commonwealth – Southeast Police Headquarters
Rating – 2

Still holding his pose with hands folded atop his walking stick, William gave a small nod to the officer's salute, watching calmly as the younger man exchanged looks with his peers. Ah, no doubt the department had been most anxious for his arrival and to confirm that they remained in his good graces. An understandable concern.

“Good morning to you as well, sir. It is a pleasure to have someone of your status grace our department. I believe you will find its current state more than satisfactory."

"Of that, rest assured, I have no doubt," William assured him magnanimously, tapping the walking stick once against the floor. "Still, it is sometimes necessary to the honor of the Albion name that the bits and pieces of its great machinery be examined and confirmed in working order, no matter how well-maintained."

“May I ask for what reason? Not to say that is not possible. But an audit on such short notice is rather troubling for the department- it will be hard to get everything in order right away. As well, if you would forgive a bit of rudeness, I am a little curious what has brought us to your attention…”

William paused, tugging thoughtfully at the edge of his mustache, eyes closed. "You are quite forgiven. I have always maintained healthy curiosity and a keen mind are fine qualities in a servant of the crown and indeed, I encourage it in all of London's citizens," he responded, nodding to himself before opening his eyes once again. "Ah, but I have no wish to disrupt your fine work more than necessary, so a brief tour of the station and its holding area would suffice - I will forgo the typical pomp and ceremony this once."

He stepped past the officer, each step alternating between the metallic click of his walking stick and the battered squeak of his shoes. Glancing over his shoulder, his gaze was sharper, his voice more regal and stern, his demeanor professional and composed.

"As for your question, I endeavor to check upon all of the institutions in this Commonwealth, in due time, both to ensure they are in working order and to determine where additional attention and resources will be necessary. But the reason for my audit of this station in particular...

It has been brought to my attention that a particular citizen of the Commonwealth has been causing a bit of unrest of late. I understand that in the service of the crown, she's been detained here." He held the officer's gaze, imperious and calm. "Given this department's fine work keeping the peace, I would be remiss not to have words with those in need of the highest judgment and guidance to see to it that it remains at peace. Don't you agree?"

[Satehi]

Schneeweißchen - "Eirwen"
Time – October 3rd 1939, Morning
Kingdom – Windshire Citadel
Rating - 6

“Yes.” Mary responds cheerfully, before turning to address the other occupant in the room. Her tone of voice, although kind, makes it clear that there is no room for dispute in this manner. “Charles, I’m sorry- but we’ll have to leave this topic for another time.”

For his part, Charles only glances around the room once more, before letting out a sigh. Only the slightest trace of disappointment can be found on his face, before it returns to its usual impasse.

“I understand. Another time, then.”

With that said, he turns his attention over to you and gives a slight nod as he addresses you in a typical, curt greeting.

“My apologies, Eirwen, for intruding upon your meeting. I’ll take my leave, now.”

Understanding without words that your briefing would not begin until he had left the room- after all, secrecy was one of the greatest virtues in this trade- he makes his way for the front entrance in a brisk walk. Mary waits for him to make his exit, opening and peruses a folder located on her desk- your next assignment, no doubt. However, just as he begins to open the doors-

- he pauses, as a thought appears to enter his mind.

“Eirwen. Your memories of before are still hazy, I recall. This London- how do you feel about it? Does this world trigger any particular thoughts?”

[Satehi]

Amelia Williams
Time – October 3^rd 1939, Morning
Commonwealth – Personal Residential Quarters
Rating - 2

Your father seems fine with your proposal, but your mother on the other hand…

“It’s not a bad plan, but… Layla can be a handful sometimes.” Eleanor sighed and stared off into the distance, as if recalling some unpleasant incidents in the past. “I’m not too sure if she’d be content with a role like that.”

She paused in thought before continuing. “That said, you’ll be in command here. So she’ll be obligated to follow your orders, and it’ll also be your responsibility to make sure she keeps in line, or to report anything of the sort to us.”

“I still think it might be a little early to do something like this.” John interjected. “As far as the success of the mission goes, wouldn’t it be better if I went?”

“Can’t.” Eleanor seemed rather dejected as well, as she responded. “Orders are pretty clear- I imagine they want to try more operations where that isn’t an option in the future, so it’s best to start now.”

John frowned as well, obviously not pleased with this turn of events.

“Anyways, about Martha.” She continued, leaving the previous less than pleasant topic behind. “As far as we can tell, she doesn’t have any personal connections to any of the staff located at the base. She moved to London from Wales, described as cheerful, friendly, hardworking- typical stuff for a sociable top student at Golden Sierra who lands an opportunity like this. You shouldn’t have a problem as long as you act friendly enough- it’s also her first time doing any work like this, so some nervousness on the job should be expected.”

“Intelligence suggests carrying the item won’t be a significant issue.” She placed a set of keys on the table. “A car will be prepared nearby, but it won’t be of any help while you’re in the docks thanks to the security. You'll have to figure out getting the item out of the area yourself- or destroying it, if that can't be managed.”

“If there’s nothing else, then you should start getting prepared. Layla should be here soon, and then the two of you will be on your way.”

[Satehi]

Diantha Stuart
Time – October 3rd 1939, Morning
Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy
Rating - 6

Not entirely satisfied with your response, the girl frowns. It would seem like she still has something else to say to you, but before anything else can happen-

“Hey!”

Your conversation just now has done more to attract whispers from the students around you, as one of the nearby teachers makes their way over in a rush.

“Maria, watch what you say- especially statements like ‘this school isn’t safe’.” She adjusts her glasses and gives a quick, well-rehearsed lecture- although in this case, considering the situation was anything but how she described it, it was more like an unconvincing sterile mantra. Repeat it enough, and it becomes true. “You should know better as a member of the disciplinary committee- All you’ll do by feeding rumors like that is get the students worried. The police have investigated the scene, and they’ve found nothing of the sort- it’s just a series of unfortunate accidents.”

The disciplinary committee member- Maria, only shrugs at scolding. “Sure, if that’s what you want to tell people. But everyone knows that these aren’t just some ‘accidents’.”

“Haa… like I just said, that kind of talk is exactly the kind of thing that’ll get students to misunderstand and overreact…”

Another small buzz of whispers amongst the incoming students occurs as a result of Maria’ statement, much to the teacher’s chagrin. Having given up on getting Maria in line, she instead turns to address you.

“Anyways. Umm… Miss Schwann, correct? I’m Ella Farley, a teacher here at Queen’s Mayfair Academy. I’ve been informed of your circumstances, and…” Ella looks around the premises before she continues, obviously somewhat uncomfortable. “Like you may have been informed, there are some things that will need to be explained to you before class starts today. If now is a good time, then I’d like to top by the faculty office.”

She gestures for you to follow her into the school, and begins to move quickly, not wanting to arouse any more attention out in the open. As the two of you leave gates and enter into one of the grandiose buildings that form up, you manage to hear a glimpse of grumblings by Maria about stupid teachers.

Kingdom - Queen’s Mayfair Academy - Inside
Rating - 6

Making your way through the building, Ella proceeds to lead you through a number of rather desolate and empty corridors and staircases. As the two of you make appropriate distance from the majority of the student body, she looks around rather blatantly to make sure that no one is else is here to listen in on them, her head desperately waving back and forth- it couldn’t be more obvious that she was trying to make sure that two of you had your privacy for whatever she was going to discuss.

Having verified with her amateur ability that there was no one nearby, she began to speak- this time much more politely than her somewhat friendly manner she had done so at the gates.

“I apologize for Maria’s rudeness earlier at the gates. Please don’t think too badly of her- times have been somewhat troubling for her ever since the incidents began…”

As the two of you continue to walk towards your unknown destination, she continues to speak.

“As I believe you are probably aware of by now, I was told by the Royal See to try and help you here with your mission- although I don’t really understand the specifics. You’d probably be better off asking your… colleague. I can clarify any basic questions you have about the situation here at school, if you want.”