[17:05:19] <~Charm> The Library, Front Office || October 18, 2054 || 1623 hours GMT+1
[17:07:03] <~Charm> "…I know you're standing there, Miss Carolle, so do come in - I'm not in the mood for games." Julie stretches as she takes a break from the reams of paperwork on her desk. Seems that filling out forms is an equal-opportunity annoyance.
[17:09:05] <Noire> A deep, heaving breath turns into a gasp and the person behind the door chokes a couple times before calming down and walking in. "Ahaha… surprise!" And when she walks in, the obvious changes are still there— everybody else at the office has had a chance to roll their eyes at the fact that there's a 13-year-old working with them now, but Lecia wasn't a huge deal so this shouldn't be either. But, on Noire's eyes are a massive pair of shades that barely fit her, and barely look cool at all… though they match her outfit. "Er… sorry," she squeaks. "I just wanted to, uh… apologize for something. Should I come back later?"
[17:10:26] <~Charm> "It might not hurt but we both know you won't. So please, speak."
[17:12:50] <Noire> "Bu-" … But she so totally would! Still, this attitude is really scary. Coming in was a bad idea. But, she also knew from the beginning that refusing anything from her boss was a bad idea, especially when what happened was bad enough— in the sense of boss-defying, that is. "Well…" With a much smaller sigh, the door closes and the little girl floats in. "I… kind of got in trouble again, I should probably say sorry for that because it's kinda annoying seeing me like this, I bet," a spin or two. Clearly she's not as annoyed at seeing herself like this, thanks to the ENERGY OF YOUTH and all that. "But that doesn't hurt my worth ethic or anything, it's totally fine! Actually, what I wanted to share was…"
[17:13:14] <Noire> The shades creak a bit, but ultimately this is wait-for-response time and gauge the anger level.
[17:14:38] <~Charm> "I trust your personality issues have sorted themselves out?" she doesn't remark about her new look, since that much was included in Shalin's report.
[17:16:15] <Noire> "… Er… that's one way to put it." A sigh, still squeaking all this along. She even makes a few comical attempts to deepen her voice to sound less annoyingly during this, and it doesn't go well. "I mean, that's the thing! It's… well…" With a small sigh, the creaking finishes and she slowly folds the shades up after removing them, eyes closed. And once they're safely in a case or pocket or somesuch, both eyes open to a display of two completely clashing colors without a silly outfit. "It… kinda happened."
[17:17:36] <~Charm> She seems non-plussed, actually. "Yeah. Figured something would make itself work in time. Usually does. But you have something else you have to discuss, don't you?" it wasn't much of a question, despite her voice.
[17:20:21] <Noire> A tiny "huh?" rings out, with maximum innocence-feigning. Is it feigning? With that childish disposition of hers, it's hard to tell. "Well… oh! That's what you mean! Right, I guess just looking at it doesn't say much, huh? I kinda… asked for too much, and now I'm like this!" Referring to the heterochromia, not the other thing. "So I don't have any problems transforming anymore… but it's harder and harder to try not to go out of control now, too." Yet another sigh, before a thumbs up. "But I got it for now!"
[17:22:02] <~Charm> "I thought I said this wasn't the time for games."
[17:24:23] <Noire> A bit of a tremble. "S-Sorry… that's all I had to say, I was worried about the others for a little while but I'm PRETTY sure it's okay now." Of all things, what she gives is a little bow, in super-nervousness. In her head Julie's crankiness is due to having been sleep-deprived and overworked, so the only effective strategy is escape. "My… my bad! I don't want to take up all of your break-time, and I still need to find that fog-user too, so I'll just get out of your…" A hand reaches for the door.
[17:24:54] <~Charm> "No."
[17:25:02] <Noire> "Eek!" The hand freezes on the door.
[17:25:24] <Noire> … Don't have a pink slip don't have a pink slip don't have a pink slip.
[17:26:32] <~Charm> "You need to exercise more control over your impulses. Or at the very least try to cover your tracks more. I can't save you from the law, you know."
[17:27:18] <Noire> A big nervous twitch. "Um… w-what do you mean? I-I know my eyes look funny, but nobody ever says anything, and I usually keep those shades on…"
[17:28:33] <~Charm> "I mean the idea of a serial killer. Interpol is looking for you, and while you've evaded detection so far, there's no assurance that you'll be able to forever."
[17:29:15] <Noire> Another twitch. There's no way, there's no way. Keep that poker face on, keep that poker face on…
[17:29:37] <&Noire> 2d6+5 pokerface?
[17:29:39] <DiceMaid-9001> Noire, pokerface?: 17 [2d6=6,6]
[17:30:44] <Noire> … And it does, with a small breath. Time to stop the nervous act and… morph it into a concerned one! "For… me? Serial kil… w-wait, hold on, time out! What's happening here?"
[17:31:46] <Noire> The purple eye winces once. "You don't mean there's… someone pretending to be me or something, do you? That's crazy, I don't even exist anymore!"
[17:35:12] <~Charm> "And who could think of a better cover? Your prints aren't in the system, no weapon is left at the scene of the crimes…and the targets are more or less random. It would be almost impossible to solve."
[17:35:18] <~Charm> "…Almost."
[17:36:34] <~Charm> "Can you think of anyone or anything that's done something to you?"
[17:36:39] <Noire> Pokerface keeps on. "So I'm the only magic-user who could do something like that? Really? That's why you think I did it?" A head-tilt.
[17:37:38] <Noire> "Done something… erm… well, whoever made that fog made me like this, for starters. There's only one other person I can think of, and that's…" Flashbacks to a couple months ago go off in her head. To somebody she's really thankful for.
[17:38:41] <~Charm> "The fog, you say? Well, the perpetrator certainly would be worth doing in…"
[17:39:23] <~Charm> "So if you have to let those urges out, try to go after targets that have a feasible chance of being responsible, okay?"
[17:39:23] <Noire> A pout. "Oh, you bet that's exactly what I do when I find 'em!" Then a nervous jolt at the glare on her boss' face. "… withpermissionofcourse."
[17:41:02] <~Charm> "I certainly wouldn't hold anything back against someone who cursed me like that."
[17:41:27] <Noire> Now would be a good time to just suck it up and accept getting caught, right? … Wrong. "But…" Cough, cough. "Why do you think I did this? It's not because you're… mad at me for letting this," a point to her eyes, with two separate fingers, "happen, is it? If there's something so serious going on, then you should ask us to stop whoever's doing it!" Nod, nod.
[17:41:29] <~Charm> "But no going after fathers and mothers because they're there, okay?"
[17:41:48] <~Charm> "Well, did you?"
[17:42:23] <Noire> "Did I?" Yes. But, fortunately, that's not a spoken word. Her eyes blink once.
[17:42:55] <Noire> A nose-breath, even. "No way!"
[17:43:41] <~Charm> "…" Julie just sits there, her hands tented. "I believe you did, but I can't prove it. you've been acting awfully defensive…"
[17:44:45] <~Charm> "In any case, given the nature of the…desire…I can only ask you pick your targets with a little more care. Focus on those who deserve it, or at least won't be missed."
[17:45:39] <Noire> Another deep breath results in a smile being formed. "Well, that means some magic user's out wrecking hell on people and they're trying to threaten us by making it look like one of us do it! We can't let that happen, right?" The smile has trouble staying still, but it barely, barely manages, until that last part of the sentence, which results in a whisper. "Won't be missed…"
[17:46:43] <Noire> Then, it turns into one of those scenes where she looks at her tiny hands again, a bit less energetic. "Oh yeah… there's one more thing I wanted to ask. Didn't expect to spend so much time in here, though… sorry 'bout that."
[17:47:12] <~Charm> "You might as well ask it, then."
[17:48:30] <Noire> A nod. "Er… I kinda reminded myself on accident. Her name was… Marian, right? How is she?" Eyes of curiosity… and weird colors.
[17:50:12] <~Charm> "Marian? Oh yes, her…She's doing as well as can be expected. The San Diego branch is the primary combat squadron for the northern hemisphere - so there's a lot of combat."
[17:51:54] <~Charm> "Did you want me to pass on a message to her?"
[17:52:44] <Noire> "Hehehe. So THAT'S the kind of thing she did, huh? I would've guessed she'd be pretty…" A pause, to think of the right word. "… Sheltered. But, it just hit me, and I was wondering if any of us'd be able to meet again? And… I wanna make sure there's no way for us to get back, is all." Because at least one of them doesn't want to go back. And because everybody in this office is a psychic, there's a little bonus about how she's going to make SURE it's impossible if there is a way, too.
[17:54:37] <~Charm> "By "getting back"…you mean?" Julie's sleep deprevation seems to still be taking its toll. Noire'll have to spell it out
[17:55:06] <Noire> "Y'know… existing. Doing what we were doing again." There's a small shiver in there too.
[17:56:54] <~Charm> "…Ah. Well, technically…no. There's no true way to return to the life you had. But you could try to re-enter society with a different identity. It wouldn't be easy, but it wouldn't be impossible."
[17:59:26] <Noire> Headshake, headshake. "No! I mean… are you positive there's not some sort of loophole or magic way to reverse the non-existing that nobody thought of yet?" Yet another cough. "… I was just, er, curious, is all."
[18:00:25] <@Charm> Roll one more bluff check.
[18:00:32] <&Noire> 2d6+5 k~
[18:00:33] <DiceMaid-9001> Noire, k~: 7 [2d6=1,1]
[18:01:42] <~Charm> "Right. Well if no one has thought of it, I certainly wouldn't be able to tell you. I know you have something in mind…but it isn't my place."
[18:03:49] <~Charm> "Are you quite finished?"
[18:09:49] <Noire> Another nervous jolt— the perfect way to cover up the sigh of relief she'd started without realizing. "Oh! Y-Yes ma'am!" … Nope, nevermind, that's just even more nervousness. "Sorry I bothered you and everything… eheh… I guess I'll get back to work too." A small nod is given before reaching for the doorknob again, expecting to be stopped all of a sudden… again.
[18:10:56] <~Charm> Well, sort of. "Miss Carolle, if you try to use my sleep deprivation as a chance to blow smoke up my ass again, I'll bench you for a week. Understood?"
[18:11:43] <Noire> The terror, she knows. But still gotta pokerface it out. "Gotcha." No need to try to defend that anymore, lest it get worse. THEN the door opens.
[18:13:08] <~Charm> And she's free. For the moment. The clouds hang gloomily outside. It's really not a good day to do much of anything.
[18:14:12] <Noire> It's a good day to search some more. Enough favors were called in to at least use SOME of the Library's resources to check this fog-mage, so what's another patrol going to hurt? … You know, provided there isn't more paperwork to do.
[18:15:11] <~Charm> There isn't. There is, however, a distraction behind her and to the right.
[18:15:34] <Noire> Twirlin' around! That's bad, because she was floating without realizing it. What if it's a mug- I mean, a non-magical person?
[18:16:20] <~Charm> It is. Although he probably wasn't looking at that second. Lucky her.
[18:17:19] <Noire> Still a whispered "oops." Though, she'd been floating in place staring up at the sky, too. With a landing the kid steps aside. "Sorry, was I in your way?" Gotta keep the act up outside of work.
[18:17:58] <~Charm> "Nah…business is slow, so I just sit here and daydream. Just don't tell Miss Rodderick, okay?"
[18:18:26] <~Charm> It occurs to you exactly who this is, and what this means for Noire
[18:18:45] <Noire> THEN it's time to observe who exactly it is— the shades are certainly on.
[18:19:16] <~Charm> It's her favorite counter-leaning cashier dude.
[18:19:25] <Noire> Still, at least one tremble. Two trembles. "Er… eheh… yeah. Lips're sealed." Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no, getoutoftheregetoutoftheregetoutofthere.
[18:21:17] <Noire> But she only gulps, knowing there's no escape. And the Library's is the perfect wall to lean on… getting on the box isn't something that can happen when someone's around either. She's totally cornered, despite being in an open parking lot outside.
[18:21:55] <~Charm> Too late. Noire's magic has already flared up, pain attacking her senses every time she opens her eyes
[18:22:42] <Noire> Ow ow ow ow. Good thing the shades are still on, to keep it from showing through all too much. But the fact that an apparent 13-year-old seems to be barely holding back a panic attack probably doesn't look very good to the public, either.
[18:58:59] <~Charm> "…Are you okay?" oh god, why does he have to aggravate it! She needs to do something, right?
[18:59:28] <@Charm> Feel free to roll magic to dull the agony
[18:59:47] <&Noire> 2d6+10 gotcha- oh shit, where did that charm go
[18:59:48] <DiceMaid-9001> Noire, gotcha- oh shit, where did that charm go: 14 [2d6=1,3]
[19:01:07] <Noire> Oh, 'something' probably isn't what you'd expect… or what anyone would. "J-Just fine!" Well, the hand gripping at her chest like she's having a heart attack says otherwise, but it stops and quickly whips around behind her back with a smile behind the shades. "It's just… it's just a really boring day, is all! Ahaha!" There we go.
[19:03:42] <Noire> Well, the agony's calmed down, but something else hasn't. A gulp comes out as the little girl struggles to stop trembling— the fingers on one of her hands twitch as well, as if reaching for something, but stop themselves with extreme effort.
[19:05:09] <@Charm> "oh…okay."
[19:08:38] <~Charm> "…you remind me of someone though…" he muses. It's kind of adorable
[19:08:43] <Noire> "Eh… heh…" Is there an escape? … There isn't. The only answer is to wait his break or whatever out before taking off, which wouldn't be too long. That shouldn't be too hard, right? Dashing off will look weird… hey wait a second, he doesn't even know who you are, that's an opportunity! Monologue, monologue, monologue. It doesn't stop. So, all she can do is clear her throat. "So… um… even on a day like this…"
[19:09:41] <~Charm> "Hm?"
[19:09:42] <Noire> And then, all of a sudden, she cuts herself off and starts scrambling. "Aaah! Uh, that's because… well…" Think of something, think of something… oh, right! "… Maybe you met my big sister?"
[19:12:30] <~Charm> "huh…maybe. That might be in. Anyway…did you need something?" yeah, he retreats to his counter.
[19:13:17] <Noire> With a few more finger-twitches, a lightbulb pops up. If her hand's up there doing something, it can't be reaching for anything dangerous. That's benevolent! Still, a child in shades looks super-weird, so the only way she can emphasize that is by ACTING weird. A tiny hand reaches up and extends itself, with a small twitch again. "Lucia Carolle! I just… uh, thought I'd say hi because my big sis always goes on and on about this place… and the people there… and stuff." Escape route, escape route…
[19:15:00] <Noire> Oh, and a little more twitching because of the lovely thing her hand hopes to be doing in a second— maybe not as lovely as the OTHER thing it could be doing, but she tries to keep that thought out for a while. It's also pretty terrible crushing on somebody without knowing what their name is, maybe that can go somewhere.
[19:16:57] <Noire> With a few more finger-twitches, a lightbulb pops up. If her hand's up there doing something, it can't be reaching for anything dangerous. That's benevolent! Still, a child in shades looks super-weird, so the only way she can emphasize that is by ACTING weird. A tiny hand reaches up and extends itself, with a small twitch again. "Lucia Carolle! I just… uh, thought I'd say hi because my big sis always goes on and on about this place… and the people there… and stuff." Escape route, escape route…
[19:16:59] <Noire> Oh, and a little more twitching because of the lovely thing her hand hopes to be doing in a second— maybe not as lovely as the OTHER thing it could be doing, but she tries to keep that thought out for a while. It's also pretty terrible crushing on somebody without knowing what their name is, maybe that can go somewhere.
[19:18:10] <~Charm> If only he had a nametag. Alas, no luck. There's nothing else here unless she wants to make a bigger idiot of herself
[19:19:32] <Noire> She does, what kind of a question is that? Clearly if he's this bored a little more talking to and he'd fall asleep, which is the perfect escape scenario. After all, only one person is crazy enough to actually be around and paying attention on a day like this, so for a few more seconds the adorable tiny psychopath's hand stays stretched out. Still, swoon~
[19:22:57] <~Charm> Too bad he's too thick to even shake her hand. But maybe that's for the better. After all, if he falls for Lucia, what happens when Noire approaches him?
[19:23:12] <Noire> Then she'll know he's a pedophile and stay away from that shit.
[19:23:44] <~Charm> That too.
[19:24:23] <Noire> .. So, not a pedophile, mental note taken. After a very awkward display of apologizing and walking out, THEN it's time to whip out the box and filter that urge. Oops! I mean… search for that mage, right, that's it.
[19:26:36] <~Charm> Well…cloudy skies, a cutie who barely knows she exists, a magical fog that reaps chaos wherever it goes…and the near-insatiable urge to slaughter somebody.
[19:26:50] <~Charm> So many chores, so little time…what's a girl to do?