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Character Name: Sven De'montifar
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Post by sven on Mar 10, 2016 1:10:35 GMT -5
Line after line purple hues through his glasses skimmed over the words and face beaming a bit red like a cherry tomato , all the while he was completely confused as to why someone would write such a ..... vividly descriptive piece of quite obvious fiction .
So if it was going to be one of those days in the headquarters of the secret police...He pondered maybe... what if the author was a self insert fanfic?... To which the antlered officer twisted his face with a passive yet disgusted stare; His fingers ran slightly through cyan hair and motioned up to adjust his specs. The Ink stains on the End of the pages made the last part illegible beyond recognition.
Sven paced around his office with the document in hand trying to figure out who would even write this about him ... and what kind of twisted mind game they were intending . His and options were few and far , but he was going to confront the first idea that popped into mind and possbly one of many writers out of possibilty to knock down suspects.
Who better to start with than none other than his own co-worker and co-star of the piece of literature . Elgen.
With brisk movement in his steps Sven had grabbed a donut to snack on the way to meet with the other however... Taking a left turn down the hallway he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape with a look of abject horror and his pacifying sweet had dropped from his lips hitting the floor..
((Rip that sprinkle donut ))
He wasn' t expecting him to be right there.
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I SWEAR ON ME MUM
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Character Name: Elgen Galbraith
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Post by Elgen on Mar 10, 2016 2:19:19 GMT -5
Elgen always wished for a bit of excitement in his day, especially on weeks like these when he was relegated to desk jockey. He couldn’t stand to sit still for so long. It drove him up the wall. Stamping approvals onto documents seemed like such a waste of his time and talent. Any old office drone in SP headquarters who was capable of reading and operating a basic hologram keyboard could do this drivel. Why was he here instead of in the field where the real criminals were, the actual important stuff?
But part of the way into his shift, as Elgen stood around waiting for his coffee to finish steaming, someone approached him with a simple piece of paper that was certainly about to bring that excitement into his life— though probably not in the way he wanted.
”What’s so funny?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. ”Spit it out.”
It was a coworker of his. He didn’t know them by name, but they sure seemed to be in a good mood to see him as they giggled through an answer to Elgen’s question. ”Have you seen… this? They’re all over HQ today and… someone found one… with you.”
”Found what?”
He read it. He read it a second time. The third time was more of a skimming as the man could no longer process just what it was that’d been printed onto the paper. It didn’t even look like Universal anymore, only a bunch of symbols that probably meant something. His coworker managed to slip away without questioning during the astonishment, chuckling like a hyena all the way down the hall as they faded from view. Elgen was off of his game to let a target disappear without a word like that. Obviously some interrogation needed to be done here. It wasn’t until his eyes inadvertently began reading again that he bolted in the opposite direction with one thing on his mind— the forensics lab.
”Where is he?!”
”He” was a vague pronoun already, but with Elgen’s footsteps echoing as a warning to all who stood in his way, not a soul stayed around to help with directions. It didn’t take long to find who “he” was. Elgen slowed to an angry stomping upon seeing the familiar antlers, waving the tattered pamphlet in his hand while adjusting his askew glasses with the other.
”What the hell is this, De’Montifar?! Is this your idea of a joke?!”
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Character Name: Sven De'montifar
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Post by sven on Mar 10, 2016 4:28:53 GMT -5
Sven stood there in a sort of confused disarray , folding his arms with the leaflet in hand. "looks as things had spread round the offices like wildfire." The outraged officer stomping towards him was a clear sign of not taking it lightly, but neither was he to a simple point .
" Do I ? ... " He raised an eyebrow with a stupid smirk at the fuming redhead before him. " Well~ Galbraith .. I could ask the same of you ? Or was this an excuse for you to come see me with other ulterior motives... i'm sure your axe is just fantastic in contrast ~ . "
He snorted, dropping a deadpan purple stare shaking his head directly at Elgen while waving the same paper in his own hand. " so... let me get this straight ... " He furrowed his brow . " If you didn't write this? ... And i Know for a solid fact that i did not write this .. so then who would dare to write this atrocity . More importantly I don't have time to be writing stories when there are too many things needing to be analyzed in the lab. "
Folding the paper into his pocket . He sighed with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. " With all due respect and absurd jokes aside this person has to be as so twisted to write something this weird about either of us ......so don't just go smacking me upside the head for this stupid shenanigan. "
Honestly he couldn't exactly blame the other for being upset about it, after all it was a very risque piece of writing that even made Sven's ears twitch out of horror to think that someone would publicly print these all over Novus . " whoever it was ... It 's a possibility that this author who so happened to spill ink on the ends of it could be another one of our own? "
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Character Name: Elgen Galbraith
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Post by Elgen on Mar 11, 2016 1:50:13 GMT -5
Elgen would’ve accepted Sven’s answer, if it hadn’t been for the smirk that’d come with it. That only made his distrust grow all the more stronger and he could feel his temper rising past the boiling point every second. ”I don’t know, do you know?! Because it sure seems like you do!”
With a huff, he threw the paper on the ground and watched as it undramatically floated to the floor despite the force put behind it. His face was an angry red, though if it was from his blinding rage or inkling of embarrassment (all this talk of “axes” described so intimately was enough to even unnerve him of all people) he didn’t want to admit.
”Don’t start shit with me, De’Montifar,” threatened the man. ”There isn’t a damn person in HQ who can stop me right now if I decide to kick your ass. You’d better not be lying or so help me...”
In all honesty, he knew from the moment he’d read that paper that it couldn’t have been Sven’s doing. Elgen just needed someone to blame and though he didn’t know the other man so well, the deer always struck him as a non-nonsense type. Unless he loved publishing his dirty fan fiction in places other than online, then Elgen couldn’t justify turning off his one ally.
He took a few deep breaths while listening to Sven, an impending headache worming its way into his thick skull. ”Okay fine, you’re right. You’re not stupid enough to do this and if you were, you wouldn’t be spreading it around anyway. But what fucking idiot would? I thought SP was supposed to be comprised of the elite but apparently not.”
That was a lie. He could name one or two people weird enough to do some strange things, the few that he suspected had paid their way into everything.
”I suppose it’d make sense for it to be someone here, if they know our names already. We’re not even in the same department or anything. Though they obviously don’t know me well. This is an atrocious butchering of my speech… As I was saying, HQ is huge. If you think it’s someone within our ranks, where would we start, hmm?”
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