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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 24, 2014 9:07:03 GMT -5

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Post by Samantha Black on Feb 24, 2014 9:07:03 GMT -5

Fleur

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"It was exactly like you said, sir - We caught her red-handed with your device."

"Good... Good."

Sam's head was spinning and her vision was blurry... On her knees she felt the damp coldness of stone and on her wrists the tight constraints of iron.

"nngh..."

"Leave us."

The cell door creaked as it closed behind the masked stranger, leaving him alone with Sam. He squatted down before her and lifted her chin up with one finger to face him, revealing the details of his mask and allowing a golden glint to reflect off his eyes. In a whimsical tone he spoke -

"Our own little Trojan Horse."

He stroked her cheek with his thumb-

"So young and lost."

Sam used what little energy she had to accumulate some saliva in her mouth and spitting it at the man... but he dodged it with utter ease before returning to his original position instantly-

"You just don't understand, do you Samantha? What you're trying to do is just plain silly; Do you really think a lone Quincy at your current level could've infiltrated to the depths of our organization alone?"

Sam retorted with a weak smirk-

"What makes you think I haven't already accomplished what I came for.."

While deeply focused on Sam's eye, as if a bright light-bulb sparked in the man's head, he suddenly hopped up and spun a full circle in a dance-like fashion before heightening both hands on either side of him and holding the position -

"Ooo! A divine intervention! Oooh... Why am I so smart?"

She was completely ignored-

"Tch."

The man squatted back to his previous position and leaned closer.

"Ahem."

His playful behavior was now accompanied by an overpowering aura of arrogance, condescension, and intelligence; the type you expect from a mastermind blackmailer.

"My little wooden horse."

Sam's eyes widened as she was caught off-guard by his fearsome gaze-

"Two thousand fourteen. This is the lunar year of the 木馬 - having taken the throne from the 水蛇."

Sam did not understand the Asian words he spoke, but his presence demanded her attention-

"It was predicted here in China that it will be a fast year full of heated clashes, with the belief that the element of wood would fuel the conflict further..."

He slowed down at the end of the sentence and averted eye contact to think-

"Like the Vatican you serve so blindly - These are all mere myths and superstitions. Although.. hmmm.. It is always amusing to see them come true.."

Sam released a puff of laughter and retorted sarcastically -

"Hmph.. That's real rich coming from you, Jolly."

"Hooh? How'd you find out?"

"Your small scar on the left side of your neck. You may fool others into thinking it's a tattoo.. but the fiber composition of the protein making up the skin gives it away."

"Very observant..."

Gaining a sense of upper ground in the previously one sided conversation, Sam advanced further in an inquisitive tone-

"So why would my target speak to me directly? What are you trying to gain?"

Jolly stood up and adjusted his tie as if ready to leave. Looking to Sam for the last time, he left with this message -

"Doubt, Sam. I want you to doubt the Vatican Church; they are not who they seem to be. <small pause> We will meet again."

His last words caught Sam's attention as it implied he did not want her dead. As Jolly exited the scene, he told a simple order to another man standing outside, who bowed respectfully as he passed -

"Do what you will."

The man kept his head down until Jolly was fully out of sight. Then he proceeded to enter the cell slowly, looking over his shoulders a couple times as he did.

"Hello horsey."

Sam was glad no one she knew was here to catch onto that. Raising her head slightly to look upwards at the relatively large man who would most likely bring the pain before letting it relax downwards causing her strawberry blonde hair to curtain her face, Sam asked with a grin-

"Is he gone?"

He looked towards where Jolly went to confirm his exit before looking back to Sam and answering-

"Yes. Now, I've got a lot of things t--"

Sam clenched her teeth-

Within a millisecond, ten flashes of blinding blue light erupted from underneath the iron gauntlets securing Sam's hands and obliterated it into a thousand pieces of metallic shards which ricocheted in countless directions away from Sam, creating numerous piercing wounds on the man and bright sparks against the stone and cell bars. In a flawless follow-through movement, using her now freed hands, Sam used one to rip her eye-patch off to toss aside, and the other to elbow the man right in the gut instantly knocking him out.

Turning around instantly to critically examine the wall behind at great speeds, Sam noticed a thin strand of light coming from between a tiny crack in the stone. Wasting no time, she activated the Quincy Cross embedded in her synthetic eye changing its iris pattern to a glowing pentacle-

<BOOM>

Slowly, the clouds of dust in the cell settled to reveal a giant hole in the wall leading to the outside. Sam was nowhere to be seen.

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<Drip... Drip... Drip...>

Wearing her eye-patch once more, blood continued to drip down from both of Sam's wrists as she maneuvered through the crowded apartment district at ground level to get as far away as she could. In the distance she heard the sirens of the local police... no doubt responding to the loud explosion she had caused ever so recently.

"Shit.."

Even though her wrists were both well-bandaged with teared clothing, the flow did not cease, and continued to soak through the fabric and leak all the way down her hands to drip subtly onto the floor below. Sam mumbled to herself -

"That guy is seriously over-prepared..."

By that she meant her mentor. Sam didn't like the notion of owing anyone anything, and that went double for her mentor Gareth. But in the end it was only thanks to his surgery of implanting miniature Gintou capsules underneath the skin around her wrists which could be detonated in an outwards direction that she was able to break free of her restraints and escape. Now she just felt stupid for refusing the operation so profoundly in the beginning.

But it obviously didn't turn out perfect, as not only is her skin totally gone in a thin ring-shape around her wrists, the internal ricochets of the iron shards as it was shattered also wounded Sam in the process, causing the current bleeding.

Hurt, tired and spiritually drained, Sam slipped into a nearby alleyway to rest and heal.

[OOC: Jolly is the illusive mastermind of an international human organization with the ultimate goal of racial purity (the eradication of all races and impurities other than living biological humans) at all costs. The lead Sam received on the location of Jolly is truly precious and is likely to never happen again.]

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 24, 2014 19:54:41 GMT -5

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Well, at least something happened. Explosion here screams there, that was life. And it was much, much more interesting than the meeting she’d had with that weird guy. Always wearing a mask, always acting all smug and superior, he really was getting on her nerves by then, especially when he had the galls to lie to her outright like that. Really? First he acted all human all-stars, then trying to hire one of hers to do his dirty work for him. And no, she did not believe that man one bit, when he said that he wouldn’t have Benjamin working in his labs. He was working with her after all, now wasn’t he?

But then again, their cooperation wasn’t exactly tight-knit. More that of loose associates, likely plotting one another’s demise all the while. They both had that understanding where they would go after the other the very moment their mutual foes were gone – or they hurt their respective clientele. Thus, nothing much happened, aside from him trying to poach her assets. Yeah, big chance she would just let that happen.

At that time, though, she lacked information as to where exactly he was, so a quick kill to get rid of someone untrustworthy was out of the question. But at least someone had decided to entertain her and made a very big, explosive fuss on her way back out. That was so very considerate, she could not help but follow. It wasn’t hard at all, actually, given that she could actually feel that person. Faint, yes, but they were bleeding, any predator could follow a trail like that. Not necessarily Jolly’s merry band of humans, who eschewed such skills. But she was not in the mood to communicate or coordinate with them, so she followed the trail all alone.

Until she finally caught up, having weaved herself through quite the mass of people. Sometimes, she truly envied shinigami and the like for their ability to be invisible and not raise a fuss. And then she remembered that one had to die first for that, which was quite the no-no. Either way, that other person was getting progressively slower and eventually came to a full stop, allowing the elder bount to arrive in the same alleyway. And the moment she was out of the public eye, she quietly recited “Zeige dich, Aria,” in order to summon up her doll from that bracelet of hers. She really hoped that would go undetected, because then she could have Aria take flight, hovering over the alley, looking for that person, while Fleur herself strolled through casually.

Once detected, the swirling mass of a ball would rush over to the target and try to restrain her, goo-tentacle style.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 26, 2014 4:06:56 GMT -5

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Even if she noticed it, it was no use. The goo-mass slammed down onto Sam and restrained her instantly. Lacking the energy to retaliate or activate her Ghost Veil to escape, Sam grunted with displeasure as she confirmed how much shit she was in. In her mind Jolly had played with her expectations to induce false hope, only to crush it.

Coming to the conclusion that her captor was a supernatural familiar of sorts, Sam voiced her thoughts out loud as clear as she could manage at her current status for its master to hear -

"...r-racial purity my ass, Jolly.. Using spirits to do your shit..."

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 26, 2014 6:20:13 GMT -5

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That was easy. Well, it was not exactly a big surprise, given just how much that girl had been bleeding, but still, Fleur had expected a little more of a fight. This was really quite the let-down, but then again, she was not exactly a weak Bount, either. And Miss eye patch was at least amusing her with that comment, so she might actually be valuable alive. Slightly more valuable than dead, that was.

“That man is a little too slow to be here already, but I guess he will be around soon enough,” she began, as she slowly sauntered over towards the girl, eyes fixed on the price. This close up, she could more easily discern the race and everything. It was that familiar tint of blue she felt, clearly a Quincy. Those souls were among the tastiest.

Kicking the girl down if she was not already, the elder bount would bent over towards her, and continue on with a smile. “I am only working with him at times, not working for him. So I suggest your watch your tone, young one. And since we are on it, the way I see things, you have three options. First, stay stubborn and quiet, then I will just break your legs as a favour to him and leave you here to be found. Second, you foolishly try to run, and then I will kill you as a means of natural selection. Or you come with me, escape that man and be let go after entertaining me a little. Just choose, dear, all humans have their free will, after all.”

Obviously, for this to work, she made sure Aria was not restraining the girl’s legs, although she would still latch onto the rest strongly.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 26, 2014 21:31:34 GMT -5

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"That man is a little too slow to be here already, but I guess he will be around soon enough."

A sharp pain from her wrists forced a painful expression for a split second as Sam remained down on the ground -

"Kuh.."

"I am only working with him at times, not working for him."

Same thing - an excuse to protect her ego no doubt. Sam kept quiet.

"So I suggest your watch your tone, young one. And since we are on it, the way I see things, you have three options. First, stay stubborn and quiet, then I will just break your legs as a favour to him and leave you here to be found. Second, you foolishly try to run, and then I will kill you as a means of natural selection. Or you come with me, escape that man and be let go after entertaining me a little. Just choose, dear, all humans have their free will, after all."

Sam's first impression of this woman was that she was an opportunist and a stuck-up girl in need of attention. Going through the so called-choices she gave her, the first meant a slow painful death, the second meant a quick death, and the third meant survival. It was a no-brainer. However, the details of her speech suggested a lack of loyalty towards Jolly - which Sam could use.

"Third one.. But what would you want from a prized prisoner of Jolly's..."

[OOC: Even though Sam's legs were freed for movement, due to her lack of spiritual energy and still untreated wounds, the loss of blood would prevent her from moving by herself.]

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 27, 2014 12:09:46 GMT -5

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Hmmm, no good, no good, that girl was going to pass out. Maybe she would even die. Fortunately though, she gave a response before that happened, and the one Fleur liked the most at that. “Wonderful. I will see to it that you are treated and well, then. You may pass out now, if you so desire. Don’t worry about a thing, young one~,” she happily chided, clasping her hands. Aria let go while that happened and, if the girl did not try anything stupid, would go a bit more humanoid again. She still held the girl’s arms, but less to restrain her, more to show them to Fleur.

Utilizing straps of the girl’s own clothes, the elder bount gave her a field dressing, and would then have Aria carry her, passed out or not. And then they would head to the safehouse she tended to stay at in this region, and old but sturdy and at least higher middle-class house she’d gotten a century ago. Once there, the bount-doll-team would go ahead and treat the wounds and inspect the redhead.

She clearly was a quincy, which begged the question as to what she was doing there anyway. A prized prisoner of Jolly was good enough for Fleur, yes, but she was still somewhat intrigued. There had to be more to it than meets the eye. Figuring that said prisoner would be quite hungry, once she woke up, the light haired woman sought out the kitchen in order to prepare a meal, leaving Aria in charge of the prisoner. The doll assumed a slightly elastic form and wrapped herself around the girl’s arms – above the damaged parts of course, sort of like a connected fashion accessory. It would not hurt per se, unless a certain prisoner tried to do something, well, stupid. Then it would become a means of restraining her again.

Otherwise, though, she would find herself alone in a spacious bedroom, while Fleur cooked in a different room altogether.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 28, 2014 8:12:17 GMT -5

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No longer able to resist the ever increasing temptation to pass out, Sam looked towards and blinked slowly at the woman's words... before doing as she said.

Fade to black.

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Sam's eyelids calmly opened to a wooden and patterned ceiling. Her sight wandered for a second around the room before noticing the female seated beside her bed-

"!!.."

That alone was enough for Sam to remember who the woman was and all the things that had recently happened. Her once widened eye relaxed momentarily after as Sam sensed no hostile intent from the woman. A side-glance from Sam to notice that woman had provided a medical drip stand with current ongoing blood-infusion, and another to see the plate of steamy delicious food she had prepared for her.

Sam was emotionally conflicted, and it showed in her expression as she looked at the woman, uncertain as to what to say.

"hey.."

Deep down she had always wanted to trust others, but according to her mentor Gareth, it was a weakness she must not show - especially to potential enemies. For without trust and attachment, there can be no betrayal. His lessons of self-preservation were always in direct alignment with the path of survival... but Sam was not entirely sure it was worth it.

Looking to the steamy bowl of wholemeal porridge in instinct from hunger before looking to the woman again, Sam forced herself to say something-

"erm... Thanks. <small pause> For saving my life."

It was a humble and genuine show of appreciation, something that went against everything Gareth taught her. There was definitely something more to this woman than Sam initially judged, otherwise there would be no need for all this extravagance. But of course, Sam did not discard the possibility that she was only doing all this to gain her favor, which ultimately as Sam saw it, was unnecessary as she clearly established the hierarchy in power when she captured her, hence coming to the conclusion that the woman may not be such a bad person after all. Smiling softly and releasing a small puff of muted laughter, Sam would avert her gaze to look forward at nowhere in particular before asking jokingly-

"Do you do this with everyone you capture?"

The growls of her starving stomach followed, and Sam flushed awkwardly.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Feb 28, 2014 8:52:18 GMT -5

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Was this what they called a Tsundere in popular fiction? Fleur was not exactly sure. She had tried to get into these Japanese animations and such, but so far failed to see the appeal to it. Maybe she was really getting too old to follow those newest trends anymore. What a shame. But either way, this girl did exhibit some of the traits she had grasped there – at first she had been somewhat snarky and hostile, now she was all polite and kind of awkward.

Yet, that did not mean Fleur knew how to deal with this. She did smile in response, yes, but the old lady did not do much at first, besides being a little perplexed and instead just decided to offer the meal, to advertise it some more.

“You must be hungry. I always find conversations held on a filled stomach to be much more fruitful that those motivated by hunger. And don’t worry; I am quite confident in my cooking skills.” And no, she did not stress the fact of no poison being inside the dish. That always sounded incredibly stupid to her. Who in their right mind would capture someone, patch them up, and then cook for them only to have them die by poison. Maybe with some kind of antidote scheme, yes, that would make sense. But otherwise, no, this seemed rather pointless.

Clasping her hands, she would simply sit and watch while the girl wolfed down her meal, once more taking account of what she saw. Sure, she’d seen enough of this one on a pure looks-oriented level, but it was always different to see someone awake, not asleep. Extensive experience with humans enabled her to perceive just a few things about this girl, like, for example, her apparent insecurity and the way she kept herself in control. Other people, in her situation, would have simply tried to run away or something. But this one could handle herself, even in captivity, so she had to be a well-trained operative.

“It cost me nothing but a little time. And it is not like I did this just because I am a nice person, for I thought you might be useful to me. Or at least entertaining enough to warrant the effort. But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce. My name is Fleur Orland, leader of all those of my people that have not yet been captured and enthralled by humanity. And yes, I am well aware of how that might sound, given who I am working with.”

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 3, 2014 2:59:58 GMT -5

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“You must be hungry. I always find conversations held on a filled stomach to be much more fruitful that those motivated by hunger. And don’t worry; I am quite confident in my cooking skills.”

"If you'd excuse me then-"

Sam devoured that sucker, leaving a sparkly clean bowl.

"Fuu~"

A hearty exhale to show the meal was enjoyed.

“It cost me nothing but a little time. And it is not like I did this just because I am a nice person, for I thought you might be useful to me. Or at least entertaining enough to warrant the effort. But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce. My name is Fleur Orland, leader of all those of my people that have not yet been captured and enthralled by humanity. And yes, I am well aware of how that might sound, given who I am working with.”

While Fleur was speaking, Sam noticed an unknown accessory on her arms, and remembered the fact that she was still a prisoner - this led to her darkening her tone slightly.

"Right.. I'm Sam. A Quincy."

Putting one arm onto the side of her head to fiddle with a few strands of hair , Sam averted eye-contact and gazed forward in contemplation-

"I'll save you the trouble of asking- Jolly's been after my ass for months ever since the beginning of my mission. I've managed to elude him multiple times but yeah, eventually, like any normal person, I got careless, and screwed up."

Sam released a puff of laughter filled with distaste, and returned her gaze to Fleur, staring her right in the eye-

"There is something not right about the guy. He's too... perfect.. <short pause> For a human of his age, it's unrealistic. It's impossible. <short pause> Judging by your supernatural origins and lack of loyalty towards him, you might pride yourself in believing that you will be the one to come out on top after your unstable relationship with him ends, but-"

Sam had a look of absolute certainty-

"That's not going to happen."

Furrowing her brows and switching to become incredibly concentrated at trying to figure something out, Sam turned away and raised one hand in instinct to fidget away at her lips as she searched for her answer.

"Not until I find out his secret."

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 3, 2014 5:52:42 GMT -5

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Observation 34: This girl did not really have any kind of table manners. Not that Fleur had expected such a thing, of course. Agirl like that, well, eye patch, fiery red hair, ragged clothes, all that did not exactly scream ‘elegant lady’ at her. But hey, it was not like she minded it much, that actually reminded her of her older brother, who had always gone after his own food with the same kind of ferocity. There was no comment about this, though, she simply let her do that, only smiling at the girl some, then taking the dishes away, when all was over.

She rather commented on other things.

“Ah, a Quincy. So I was right after all. I am sorry for the precautions I had to take, but the last few Quincies I met tried to kill me by default, so I prefer to be safe. Besides, even if not hostile, I would not want you to just try to run away. I could recapture you easily, but it’s always a hassle, you know,” the bount replied, as she tidied things up a little. Then she made Aria move once more, shifting from being a weird construct like that to a single armband on Sam’s left arm. It changed little about the whole prisoner thing, but should be a bit more normal, a sign of good will.

“Once I know I can trust you enough to go without it, I will have Aria leave your body completely,” she stated furthermore, then listened to what she had to say. About herself, about Jolly, and her suspicions regarding him. That made her laugh as well, albeit more heartily, lighter.

“Perfect? I wouldn’t call him that, to be honest, but I get what you mean. He is none of my people, and even up close, I could not tell if he is anything but a normal human. But from what I saw of him so far, I also suspect him to not be a normal person. I would really like to devour his soul, actually.” She did not react to the parts pertaining her perceived false confidence. After all, if the only one she could rely on to come out on top here was a girl captured twice in one day this easily, she, well, was kind of lost anyway. And she much preferred making her own luck, anyway.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 7, 2014 7:39:48 GMT -5

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“Perfect? I wouldn’t call him that, to be honest, but I get what you mean. He is none of my people, and even up close, I could not tell if he is anything but a normal human. But from what I saw of him so far, I also suspect him to not be a normal person. I would really like to devour his soul, actually.”

Sam searched for something in Fleur's eyes and realized this woman was not prepared. She lacked too much information and from her carefree attitude, didn't truly grasp the incredible power and influence of this man. Sam took a moment to think before taking a gulp and speaking in a serious tone-

"Before I tell you anything, I need to know the full extent of your business with him.. and your word for it."

Over the course of this long mission, Sam had learnt of a crucial clue in revealing the identity of Jolly. But before she could say anything to Fleur, a woman she'd just met, Sam needed not her trust, but the truth of her alignment. Should Fleur be determined to bring the man down, the enemy of Sam's enemy will become her friend.

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 17, 2014 18:45:38 GMT -5

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“My, my, look who’s gotten cheeky,” the elder bount teased, not at all ready to just reveal her hand right of the bat. This girl was potentially intriguing, yes, but not enough to really give her a free pass on everything. While she had been quite nice until now, Fleur was considering to go a little harder, just so she could make the differences in position a little clearer.
“This is not how we play this game, lovely. You tell me what you know, and if you can convince me that you actually can back up those mannerisms of yours, I will fully cooperate with you. However, so far your track record is having gotten caught twice. In one day most likely. Keeping you a prisoner and deciding on your fate when I feel like it might be the faster and, dare I say, more humane way to go about it.”

There was no show of force. She was not going to do anything to harm the girl, or take away what little leniency and freedom she had given back to her. That was not necessary, and would only detract from the kind atmosphere she was trying to establish here. Heck, the bount even smiled when she said that, and not in an evil way. This was just her settling the terms of their talks, nothing less, nothing more.

“You already know, what I am, right? This is the moment where you choose to compromise your mission just a little, just so you can continue with it and get away with your life and soul on top of that. I know you won’t ever like my terms, but I can reassure you, my word will be good.”

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 17, 2014 22:16:31 GMT -5

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“This is not how we play this game, lovely."

This was not a game to Sam.

"You tell me what you know, and if you can convince me that you actually can back up those mannerisms of yours, I will fully cooperate with you. However, so far your track record is having gotten caught twice. In one day most likely."

Unbeknownst to Fleur, Sam was actually captured two days before her escape. Knocked unconscious and spiritually drained, she was starved in her cell until she finally regained consciousness as Jolly made his appearance. But still, being captured twice in such a short time span still ached Sam a little, even if the second time was out of sheer bad luck.

"Keeping you a prisoner and deciding on your fate when I feel like it might be the faster and, dare I say, more humane way to go about it.”

Sam didn't understand how that would help either of them achieve anything but continued listening anyways-

“You already know, what I am, right? This is the moment where you choose to compromise your mission just a little, just so you can continue with it and get away with your life and soul on top of that. I know you won’t ever like my terms, but I can reassure you, my word will be good.”

A Bount, but the Paladin Inquisitors are not like normal Quincies - They are there only to fulfill their mission, and anything beside it is ignored, including the natural purging of humanity's supernatural enemies.

"Good enough for me."

This lady sure had a way with saying the same thing in a different way that made it seem better for herself.. but Sam wasn't one to be personally affected by such bravado.

"One sec."

Sam used one hand to reach into her mouth to pull out an object from behind her upper third molar. With her other hand, Sam assured Fleur with a gesture that it was nothing to be worried about. Opening her palm in front of Fleur to reveal a small device stuck onto a data-chip at the center of her palm covered by some saliva, Sam wiped the thing clean and picked both up using two fingers. Bringing them up to look at up close, Sam explained-

"A high quality microphone sound-recorder, and a data-chip of his that I was not supposed to have. You got a computer? I'll need to decrypt its contents first."

It was almost certain that Fleur will have no idea what's going on, and Sam don't blame her. More often than not, those who engross themselves in their own spiritual powers are often the ones who neglect the marvels of modern technology. One fact to note however, was that Sam was only person outside Jolly's organization who was capable of decrypting the information.

[OOC: Sam will require a computer to proceed]

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 20, 2014 18:13:10 GMT -5

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Post by Fleur Orland on Mar 20, 2014 18:13:10 GMT -5

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“Ewww. That’s one icky hiding space. Effective, yes, but icky. Then again, I hope you don’t mind me inspecting you for further hidden secrets, don’t you? Of course not.” Saying that caused Aria to quickly get on with the action, growing a few more silvery appendages, first going upwards and, if need be, forcing their way into the woman’s mouth. Just to look for more stuff, of course. Obviously, that would keep her from talking, but if she did not resist, it would not be too painful.

“So those are electronic devices, huh? I have to admit, I may be a bit too old to really get into that kind of stuff. There is one in the room next door, but you’d better not inform any of your colleagues. I would hate to have to search for a new residence in this town, after all,” she explained, as she simply began walking over, motioning the girl to follow.

Aria would, in the meantime, continue her search of every possible hiding space the doll could think of, in silent agreement that it would get to shower afterwards. Dolls did not really need it, but damn, it was still necessary.

Once outside, she would present the quincy a slightly old pc, one that had been there for at least a few years. Personally, she preferred those tablet things, those were way more intuitive. But those didn’t really go well with other devices, so she often needed the pc to put things onto tablets and the like. But no high-end machines, of course. Not because she could not afford it, that just did not cross her mind all that much.

“I hope that one suffices. Haven’t really used it much, and no clue about doodads like that. Either way, why don’t you tell me something interesting while you decrypt stuff? According to the movies, that usually takes a while, after all.”

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Year of the Horse ➲ Fleur Mar 27, 2014 23:03:40 GMT -5

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“Ewww. That’s one icky hiding space. Effective, yes, but icky. Then again, I hope you don’t mind me inspecting you for further hidden secrets, don’t you? Of course not.”

"Ugh.."

Sam didn't really resist the thing's probing, but some of the places areas it went to search were... mm.. Apart from cringing every now and again either due to being ticklish or awkwardly stimulated, Sam didn't react much to it.

“So those are electronic devices, huh? I have to admit, I may be a bit too old to really get into that kind of stuff. There is one in the room next door, but you’d better not inform any of your colleagues. I would hate to have to search for a new residence in this town, after all,”

Getting more used to the thing touching her here and there inappropriately, Sam stood up, slyly grinned secretly at Fleur's concern, and followed her out of the room-

“I hope that one suffices. Haven’t really used it much, and no clue about doodads like that."

"Er.. I'll manage."

A seriously old model... sigh. This is probably going to take a while.. Sam connected the power supply onto the machine and sat down cross-legged onto the floor in front of it. She then pressed the power button on the computer and waited for it boot up.

"Either way, why don’t you tell me something interesting while you decrypt stuff? According to the movies, that usually takes a while, after all.”

"Actually it's pretty easy once you know the trick, which I do in this case - But I'll need to write up the decryption software from scratch on this outdated potato, so yeah it's going to take awhile."

The computer finished booting, and immediately, with a few lightning-fast scrolls and clicks on the keyboard, Sam gained access to its core. Sticking the data chip in and connecting the sound recorder to one of its ports, Sam began to indifferently crunch out a continuous stream of code. Fleur would notice the subtle flashing of the recorder's small red LED light as the computer processed its contents, but she would be oblivious to the fact that Sam was also at the same time uploading all her contents onto her cloud-system back home as well as sending an electronic message to Gareth informing him of her current location in case things went wrong using several hacked local wireless networks. In an indifferent tone as she was still focusing on her work, Sam obliged Fleur's request-

"Did you know that a month ago, neurosurgeons managed to successfully implant a 3D-printed skull into a woman who suffered from chronic bone disorder? I mean, with that technology, how long could it be before we are able to replace entire skeletons? Then maybe majority of our organs as well. Where does the concept of our physical vessels end and our souls begin? At what stage of all this would you lose what makes you you?"

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