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11/6/2016 8:44:57 AM
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[i]"I don't know..."[/i] [b]She responded in tangent, almost devoid of emotion... Nothing new, but it was eerie when combined with her words.[/b] [i]"I was never told..."[/i]
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  • [i] Lance groaned, running his hands over his face. He had no idea what to do here. It was like a massive jigsaw puzzle that was almost complete, but there were one or two pieces that he didn't have. But maybe someone he knew did.. Lance stood up, tapping some buttons on a screen that lit up on his gauntlet.[/i] "Vanille, just sit right here for a minute. I've got a call to make." [i] Lance stepped outside the door and called Damien, using the frequency he'd gathered from the numerous meetings of theirs. After all, it was always nice to be able to give someone a call. And Damien was the only other one who seemed to know anything about Belle, and he was positive he'd know if she'd had a daughter..[/i] "Lordan."

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  • [b]There was static in the end for a minute before a crackling noise and eventually a loud grumble came through.[/b] [i]"Who is this...? It's like... Two in the fūckin' morning..."[/i] [b]A very groggy yet, just angry enough to function Damien picked up on the other end, obviously woken from his sleep. He waited for a response before talking again.[/b]

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  • "Suck it up Lordan." [i] Lance said, irritated. He didn't seem to have much sympathy for people's sleep schedules..then again, he didn't really have one.[/i] "I've got some Intel on Belle that you're probably gonna wanna hear."

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  • [i]"Uh-huh..."[/i] [b]Damien mumbled, half-asleep on the other end. A barely functioning Lordan was not a smart Lordan... But, he had his attention, and it probably wouldn't get better than that.[/b] [i]"This better really, really good fūcking intel..."[/i]

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  • "How about an eight year old girl named Vanille who claims to be Belle's daughter and saw her a few hour ago, after I rescued her from assassins? And is practically a younger clone of Belle?" [i] Lance accompanies his words with a digital message sent to Damien's HUD, a picture of Vanille after he'd cleaned her up. It was true, she was like a little clone.[/i]

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  • [b]Damien sighed in the other end, clearly unamused.[/b] [i]"Lance... You are either on drugs or dreaming because Belle can't physically have children... She's sterile like every other person under Mourne company procedures..."[/i] [b]Damien observed the picture quietly, almost impressed by it. But... It was so identical it seemed almost to be like... A childhood photo or something.[/b]

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  • Edited by Will: 11/7/2016 2:36:16 AM
    "Yeah, I kinda figured that was the case. But this girl had a serial number on her with a tracker, and assassin's after her." [i] He says, sighing and leaning his head against the wall. He sent Damien a picture of the people after Vanille, his mask always taking pictures of things of note. Especially killers.[/i] "She said "they came from the bad place on the opposite end," and that Belle was "in a cold place with a lot of old buildings and snow, and she hangs around the tall men." "If you can make heads or tails of any of that.."

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  • Edited by Chesh I Guess: 11/7/2016 3:15:05 AM
    [i]"Looks like Creed's tech... But we do have a lock on his possible location... It matched the description. It's an old Russian abandoned nuclear facility with snow and military buildings... Could be a match."[/i] [b]He reported, yawning afterwards as the sound of shuffling and static came through. Damien was up now, might as well get some pants on and grab a smoke.[/b]

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  • "Good." [i] Lance says quietly. He didn't know much about Creed except from what Ian had told him a while back, but he didn't seem like an easy guy to deal with. At this point..Lance didn't care if they were Jesus Incarnate. He was getting Belle back.[/i] "I assume Mourne and Salem are there too?"

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  • [i]"Don't know... What about the girl? If she is definitely not in your head, you'll need to do something about her."[/i] [b]Damien was right. She was now something to prioritize, at least until someone could make out why Creed wanted her.[/b] [i]"Hell... Bring her my way and I can run some tests..."[/i]

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  • "Hopefully you can put on a smile and not mention tests as soon as she's there. Seems like there was a lot of that going on and she's still shaken up."

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  • [i]"Lance... Have you seen my mouth? When I smile I look like a Jack'O'Lantern with an underbite..."[/i] [b]Well, sounded like he was waking up at least... But there wasn't a whole lot that Damien could do to appear 'friendly'. He was not very normal or professional in any aspect... Besides killing and being rude.[/b] [i]"But... I can try my best..."[/i]

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  • "Just don't give her nightmares and we'll be okay. Where are you at?" [i] Lance questions. While Damien was an..enigma, he was a overall nice guy when it came to those who warranted it. She'd be in good hands with him..probably.[/i]

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  • [i]"Desert... The outskirts... A military camp."[/i] [b]He said, giving the dry details of the camp he had set up with the rest of Omicron.[/b]

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  • "Alright. See you in a minute." [i] Lance walks back into the room, running a hand through his hair and sighing.[/i] "Vanille, I'm going to take you to a friend of mine who can look out for you better than I can."

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  • [b]She looked up at Lance with a passive expression, willing to do whatever needed to happen... Not like she could protest. So far he had been mostly kind... But it was difficult to really tell. Vanille had met men with kind facades, and sinister intent...[/b]

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  • "He's a nice guy, truly. If not a bit odd." [i] Lance says with a chuckle, extending a hand towards Vanille.[/i]

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  • [b]She looked at his hand uncomfortably, before slowly extending her own. It was a small and frail kind of hand, with fingers that looked like they were better at drawing pictures than anything else... But as her hand touched his, a shiver went down her spine, her innate fear of touch kicking into overdrive as her eyes dilated to large black pools... Yet one more thing she had in common with Belle.[/b]

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  • [i] He grasped her hand gently in his, before they were pulled through time and space. They reappeared in the desert, in the midst of the military camp Damien had described moments earlier.[/i] "You really should get better security Lordan. Someone like me could do something like that." [i] He says with a chuckle, talking into space but knowing Damien was most likely listening..he was weird like that. [/i]

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  • [i]"Who's gonna attack us, May? The sand?"[/i] [b]Damien scoffed, sitting at a swivel chair, the night sky clear overhead. The rain hadn't carried this far.[/b] [b]Damien himself was wearing simple black shorts, shirtless. It showed off a lot of the metal grafted into his skin and his cloth wrapped right arm... He looked impressive outside his gear. Not because of his combat potential, but because of his innate will to live despite the whole 'machine' body situation.[/b] [b]The Judge didn't bother to look up, focused on wiping clean a silver flask.[/b] [i]"So, details...?"[/i]

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  • "What kind of details?" [i] Lance said, still holding Vanille's hand in a hope that it was a comforting gesture, considering Damien wasn't the most enticing person to look at in terms of welcoming capability. Frankly, he was intimidating with all the metal.[/i]

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  • [b]Vanille said nothing, merely stating with wonderful eyes at the being in front of her... In many ways... He was like the men of her home.[/b] [i]"Don't be coy with me, May... I'm not in the mood..."[/i] [b]Damien curled up a fist in intense anger, extremely unhappy to have be woken up. His dry humor was replaced with straight up rude remarks... A woken Damien, was a bitter Damien.[/b] [i]"Stuff like, who, where, when, why, how... The first grade stuff that you should know."[/i]

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  • "She was being chased by five guys. Trained, big time as a kill team. Shot her in the leg where she dragged herself into a cafe, where they killed everyone there to get to her. They planned to capture her when I ruined the party." [i] Lance explained. He'd followed that kill team all the way through the streets until they'd led him to Vanille.[/i] "She has some kind of serial number on her arm, and a tracker in her skin that I cut out. They were sending helos after her until I put the tracker on the other side of the planet. As for why.." [i] Lance trails off, showing he had no clue why. The only person who did was Vanille.[/i]

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  • [b]Damien rubbed the three dots above his right temple, the sensor that kept his brain from imploding.[/b] [i]"Alright... Let me see then..."[/i] [b]He motioned to Vanille who was shivering in her small shoes, not because of the cold, but because of her hand. The phobia of touch was a strange thing... But she had Damien's attention... And therefore she had a good explanation incoming...[/b] [b]He motioned her to show her arm as she quickly slipped her hand from Lance's practically relieved... Slowly rolling up her sleeve to show the bandage...[/b] [i]"Welp... That looks mighty... Numbery."[/i] [b]Damien turned to Lance, leaning back in his swivel chair, his eyes widening to large pools of black that reflected the open sky.[/b] [i]"Trained men you say? After one girl... Deja Vu..."[/i]

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  • "Yeah..that's the thing." [i] Lance says, running both of his hands through his hair and then over his face.[/i] "I got a glimpse of one before I incinerated them..they didn't have faces. Or hair. Chalk white with a humanoid head..that was it."

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