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srwu2015-02-22 12:12 pm
in_over_his_head) wrote in srwu2015-02-22 12:12 pm
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An Inspector Arrives (No not THAT kind of Inspector, get rid of the boss music.)
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[When Calvin and the 13th Genoace Unit arrive unceremoniously with the team that went to retrieve them the exit they made from their machines was... less than graceful. Calvin steps out of his machine looking like he hadn't slept for days. His uniform was a mess and he stumbled a little as he slouched out with a heavy looking pack to which he tossed to the leader of the 13th... who reacted too slow and ended up falling over. The other Genoace pilot who just hauled himself from his machine was pale and scrawny and was currently hyperventilating before making thorough and judicious use of an inhaler. The command car that was with them? Parked with its driver asleep at the wheel.]
... Great... Sorry about that Luther.
[A grunt of exertion was his reply as he was handed back the bag. He leaned noticably. Whether the contents really were that heavy or he was just exhausted or both it was hard to say. Still, he just facepalms and lets out a somewhat despondent noise.]
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[Later after having everything from his OSI office sent to him, Calvin was now in his room - which looked like a detective's office rammed head first into a bedroom and a witch doctor/paranormal expert's hut, though admittedly a lot of the objects were repaired with duct tape due to less than careful handling by the people sending them. The Investigator himself was at his cramped desk, trying to decipher a large slab of stone inscribed with a flowing and elegant script that was nigh on indecipherable. Along with him were several books, a pot of coffee, a kettle of tea, and a hellish abomination of the two in a mug that he was drinking in order to smash his brain awake so he can focus on his work. After a good five hours he had this to say.]
I can't understand a single thing on this stone. I've looked up every ancient language on record and even looked up texts from some people I know with a fascination with the Occult. Nothing.
[He sighs and leans back on his chair, glaring at the dim lights on the ceiling and leaning back on his chair mug in hand. Then he falls over and spills everything on himself and has the stone land on him.]
Argh!
[When Calvin and the 13th Genoace Unit arrive unceremoniously with the team that went to retrieve them the exit they made from their machines was... less than graceful. Calvin steps out of his machine looking like he hadn't slept for days. His uniform was a mess and he stumbled a little as he slouched out with a heavy looking pack to which he tossed to the leader of the 13th... who reacted too slow and ended up falling over. The other Genoace pilot who just hauled himself from his machine was pale and scrawny and was currently hyperventilating before making thorough and judicious use of an inhaler. The command car that was with them? Parked with its driver asleep at the wheel.]
... Great... Sorry about that Luther.
[A grunt of exertion was his reply as he was handed back the bag. He leaned noticably. Whether the contents really were that heavy or he was just exhausted or both it was hard to say. Still, he just facepalms and lets out a somewhat despondent noise.]
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[Later after having everything from his OSI office sent to him, Calvin was now in his room - which looked like a detective's office rammed head first into a bedroom and a witch doctor/paranormal expert's hut, though admittedly a lot of the objects were repaired with duct tape due to less than careful handling by the people sending them. The Investigator himself was at his cramped desk, trying to decipher a large slab of stone inscribed with a flowing and elegant script that was nigh on indecipherable. Along with him were several books, a pot of coffee, a kettle of tea, and a hellish abomination of the two in a mug that he was drinking in order to smash his brain awake so he can focus on his work. After a good five hours he had this to say.]
I can't understand a single thing on this stone. I've looked up every ancient language on record and even looked up texts from some people I know with a fascination with the Occult. Nothing.
[He sighs and leans back on his chair, glaring at the dim lights on the ceiling and leaning back on his chair mug in hand. Then he falls over and spills everything on himself and has the stone land on him.]
Argh!
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[Setsuko can see you staring, Calvin.]
No, nevermind. People have died for this rock. It must be very important. Mr Edwards, what can you say about it?
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There wasn't anything odd happening with the rock itself so maybe its not a magical artifact.. or if it is its either dead or sealed. I'm betting whatever all these carvings are, whatever information it is - the Ebon Court... the people who razed that town. They want it.
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And they killed so many people just for that...
[Setsuko looks saddened by the fact, but strangely or not - not surprised.]
What... what is written on the stone?
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But if we are daling with an inscription so old, pre-ancient even...
What kind of people would be interested in it?
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Aside from the Ebon Court there'd be dozens of archaeological societies that would want this... not to mention anyone who thinks that whatever secrets this thing might have could be worth investing the time and effort to figure it out...
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But what I meant is - what kind of people are the Ebon Court? Are they a terrorist organisation?
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Its more likely that maybe they have something that would draw in all kinds of people. The poor would do it for money, food... a warm place to stay. People higher up would want something to give them an edge politically... favors... maybe even longevity.
The one thing that was definitely confirmed about my informant was that the same five people were always seen from the very start of when the court was recruiting. That girl who was calling the shots was one of them. So maybe that last one could be likely.
With how long they have they probably have contacts on every continent, but still don't have enough pull to keep their actions completely hidden. Why else would they have to use force to try get this?
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And maybe...
Maybe they acted like this because they had no time. You can act covertly but not when you're in a hurry.
This is just my wild guess. Please don't think of it as a plausible theory, or anything.
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There's still not enough we know about what they want.