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Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

No suitable pictures, sorry. Also kind of rushed it a bit, because I don't have a lot of available time this week. If you want to talk about the character and where we want to go with it, I'd love to work with you. I understand that this character sub-plot might get complicated.

Pharasius Finch

Name:

Pharasius Finch

Race:

Imperial

Family Origins:

Pharasius Finch was born in to an Imperial middle class family, his father was a soldier and his mother working within the Imperial City selling mortgages and so on. After his father came home leading an assault team against key Dominion targets, he was celebrated and honored, being promoted to commander, and the family went on a final tour with him to High Rock for tactical assessments following the strike. However, the Dominion’s assassination of the family left him orphaned in his mid-teenage years and forced him to live on the streets, stranded in Glenumbra, with nowhere else to go. He did what he could to survive while starving for vengeance, however he was not particularly strong-built and he was unfit to join the Imperial armies. Finch was forced to sit on the sidelines while at odds with the law.

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"A little dirt hurt no one, come on, put your back into it. We can bathe in the river later."

Appearance:

A stringy physique doesn’t serve Finch very well to scare anybody who would see harm to him, and standing at 5’9” doesn’t do him any good either. He’s a scrawny build from the years of being a beggar and serving himself alone, barely a pinch of fat on him, and obviously hungry. He’s not totally helpless though, he does have some muscle on him from running and scavenging and working himself to the bone in nearly everything he does. He’s fast as hell, and was able to outrace law enforcement for a number of years. As an Imperial, he’s tanned and has black hair hanging to his shoulders, knotted up and dirty, contrasting with blue eyes, and thick stubble over his face. A number of nasty scars litter his body, some once infected and made the recovery process a little rocky. None of them, however, as severe as the ones you might find on a soldier. You would be hard pressed to find a patch of skin that isn’t smeared with dirt. Covered in tattered clothes and patches and rags, he pulls off the vagabond look quite well, but likely not able to contest with the Forsworn - for obvious reasons.

Age:

22

Equipment:

With Finch as he is now, he has nary a penny to his name. Raggy clothes and two leather flaps with string on them for sandals, and a blanket made from deer skin. In one of his secret caches surrounding the prison, he buried a small crossbow with a couple of bolts in it, inside of a sack. While he’s not much of a marksman, you don’t really need to be as long as you have one of those guys.

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"There's two platoons coming over the north hill. If we take the east valley, we can pass them under the cover of the cliff face."

Favored Skills:

Highly Proficient (Athletics, Sneak)

Moderately Proficient (Pickpocket, Lockpicking)

Somewhat proficient (Marksman)

Fighting Style:

Finch would be better served running toward the opposite direction or sitting high up in a tree, or hiding in a bush, with quite a few meters between his crossbow and the enemy. Otherwise, just use him for scouting.

Miscellaneous:

A very old, dulled, slightly rusty skinning knife is stashed away in the same cache, along with a number of lockpicks. Heck, he might even have at least one left on his person, hiding in... creative places.

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"They're going to pay for what they did. I don't care what it takes."

Crime Committed:

Oh, Finch has many a petty theft and trespasses under his belt, however, he was never caught for those. No, the thing he was caught for this time was the stealing of a particular piece of illegal contraband, however, Finch was able to hide it away somewhere before he was caught...

Character Background:

Born under a soldier and Imperial estate agent, in the Imperial City, Finch had access to an early education and some fair amount of money. Nothing spectacular, nothing befitting of nobles, but it was suitable. When his father came back home after a tour, he’d sometimes show the young Finch around the barracks, sometimes show him how to shoot a crossbow and help him out when he had trouble pulling back the string. He was born in the city; he was no farm boy, so strength never played into his everyday life. His primary responsibility was to learn. Thinking was what he became good at.

It appeared he was set on a steady path, but everything changed after his father left to carry out a strike against a key Dominion target, something that might cripple their hold on a strong position. It was executed, and he came back sung as a hero. The father, Cassius Finch, was promoted to commander for his bravery and ability to lead, and he invited his family to visit High Rock with him while he met with the Breton leaders for tactical assessment following the strike. When they got there, they were given lodging, and one night a seventeen year old Finch wandered and looked in awe at the sights of Daggerfall under the full moons. It was that night that a Dominion agent assassinated his father, as well as his mother to eliminate any witnesses.

The elf agent was caught while in his escape and was executed the following day (assumingly after interrogation), but the damage to Finch was already done. There he was on the streets, nowhere to go and with no one to take care of him, wishing for vengeance upon the Dominion. The first place he turned to were the Empire’s armies, but they would not take him, for he was unfit for the kind of hardships that soldiers were meant to endure. Nobody else wishing to take an Imperial child under their wing, Finch was forced to beg or otherwise serve himself. Putting him at odds with the law, he stole food and trespassed as he saw fit.

He still held hatred in his heart for the Dominion all this time. He would go out and sabotage their efforts if he ever could, but that was a fruitless endeavor. He never sought refuge with the Thieves Guild, since he never really took any pride in being a thief or vagabond. Neither did being a professional thief serve his longing for revenge. The Morag Tong no longer operated outside of Morrowind, and the Dark Brotherhood was ultimately destroyed, as told by the books he read in the Imperial City. He couldn’t take a sword up on his own. He wasn’t a fighter; he didn’t have the natural build for it, just as his mother was. He just kept as he did, and evacuating towns when he became too prevalent. His travels eventually brought him to Rivenspire, specifically in the town of Meir Thorvale.

While rummaging through things that did not belong to him, he came across a foot-locker, like a little jewelry box. He ended up breaking a half-dozen lockpicks just trying to open it, and when he did, all he found was a book. He nearly ripped it up out of frustration, but closer inspection revealed a darker secret. On the inside of the cover, it read “The Night Mother’s Truth”. Finch had thought all books relating to the Dark Brotherhood had been burned. He only had time to read halfway through before he heard a noise - he was discovered! Finch scrambled to his feet with the book in tow, sprinting around the city as fast as he could, leaving the ones chasing him behind and eating his dust. Word got around among the guard, and then it seemed half the force was cooperating to catch him.

Finch ran to the outskirts of the city, going to the backside of the wall just behind the barracks. There he lifted bricks out of the way to reveal a small compartment that hid bulging rucksack. He stashed the book there too and quickly set the bricks back in place and continued running. Eventually running into a platoon and becoming surrounded, he was commanded to surrender what he had stolen. Nothing save the rags on his back was on him. He was promptly escorted to the cells. In the meantime, the guard was left wondering where in the entire hold could he have hid that book, not ever suspecting it was under their nose.

Then, during the nights in his cell before his appearance in front of the count, all manner of thoughts and ideas creeped into Finch’s head - one being “where did that other person get that book”, another being the Night Mother herself, who she once was and who she might’ve been. Reportedly, she was destroyed along with the sanctuary she hid in – but from what he had read, her power was earned through a mysterious being named “Sithis”, who Finch had never heard of before. That she was made his wife through murdering her own begotten children. A thought of intrigue entered his head. What was to stop this Sithis figure from wedding another? Conceiving the reemergence of the Dark Brotherhood? What was stopping Finch from finding the right person, the right woman, not dribbling for revenge like Finch, no - something more primal, a woman who'd kill for its own sake. Such would be the seemly bride of the void?

Suddenly, the plot for finally exacting revenge against the Dominion began to form and the first pieces to an elaborate puzzle began coming together. It would be a hard earned victory should it ever come, he knew that, and the thought of the murderous path he would go down was haunting - even unsure if he would be able to carry it out, but he still saw no other options available to him. There were the daedra, and the Daedric Princes, but Finch still had his pride. He would let himself be a pawn or puppet of no demon's plot. He figured that he'd go his own way, let the Divines judge him as they might, he'd try to revive the Brotherhood on his own. Perhaps he'd let vengeance guide his hand. Perhaps he would guide a Brotherhood along routes different from the last one. Perhaps it was impossible. Even as he knelled and was chained down before the Count’s own feet, along with a number of other prisoners by his side, he thought that maybe he could at least see if he could. Surely, petty theft did not permit a death sentence... right? He still had a vendetta to carry out, Counts be damned.

Personality:

When a man’s hand is forced to beg and steal from a young age, he becomes pessimistic. Finch is something of an oddity in that regards and while there is undoubtedly lots of pessimism to go around, he keeps it contained, and tries to direct it towards his end game goal. He uses it as a sort of motivation to exact the revenge he wanted, and then tries to face the trials of everyday life with a smile, even if the smile is only a meager thing. At his core, Finch is well-meaning. Revenge and a life of begging has twisted that to absurd degrees, and the cruel reality of the world has made him distant and able to detach himself. He wants to make friends, but doesn’t, and usually paints all people with the same brush until a personal relationship is formed, and the old Finch starts coming through, the one before his family’s murder, the one before the begging and stealing.

After then, Finch is naturally generous and honest and he would share what little has with you without a second thought. If you have a favor, he’ll do it without asking too many questions. Perhaps it might have something to do with naivety, since normal life as he knew it stopped at age seventeen, and with any semblance of normalcy, he would fall back on what he knew. So he might come across as being younger than he is. Another reason could be that he’s just so desperate for a meaningful relationship he might just pour all the pressure weighing on his shoulders onto a listening ear. Finch has had a hard life for the past five years, and while he keeps a strong face, there is no doubt he’s suffering because of it.

Still, that is a hard point to get to. He's very suspicious and is very slow to trust, as conditioned by the last couple of years. Beggars are no community, they'd back stab if it meant getting ahead. The life is a gambit for survival, and Finch feels that he cannot hold that against them. It takes a personality more stubborn than he to get past the constant rejection and break through his pessimism before he begins to acknowledge someone's help or good intentions. He feels as though someone is always watching, making him dart around, move about, and look incredibly anxious - owing to his nickname "Twitch". In addition, he has an incredible hatred of the Dominion. While he doesn't necessarily direct this hatred upon all elves, he is particularly distrusting of them, and is even a little racist when discussing them. However, this has never led to an altercation, as he is more likely to flee than to fight.

Even a homeless beggar, Finch isn't stupid. After all, he's had an education until his late teenage years. While it is certainly nothing advanced or befitting a mage or noble, he has a keen mind and a penchant for quick learning. Indeed, what he lacks in physical aptitude, he makes up for cleverness and the ability to think outside the box. Back in school, Finch also had an interest in politics. Whether it be casting doubt in legal cases or oration, getting involved in government was an intriguing thought. However, now, a political tongue gets a beggar nowhere. Rather, being able to lie well enough to talk down the guard and assure him that, no, you didn't steal the cabbage - all the while being capable of convincing fellow beggars to cover your back and keep promises, as they hide the cabbage behind a crate until the guard leaves.

Font Colour:

Crimson, because there was no sanguine.

I promise I'm not an edgelord lmao

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

Will you intend on there being a sort of tabletop-esque style of stat-keeping to maintain a fair balance? Like the Oblivion type of stats and skills, as it also helps to illustrate what our individual characters are capable of.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

No, but it does reduce the risk of osteoporosis.

Which hurts like a mother fucker.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Reyna Baker, Arianna, Meifeng Zhao, and Cindy Keagan

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RAVEN/DOVE West Coast Joint Headquarters, White Coast

In the present...

"You know... now that we're in spitting distance, I actually feel a little nervous." Reyna uncomfortably laughed, then winced as it upset the sore bruises on her knuckles and one of her elbows. Already they were swollen and difficult to move. The past day was stress-ridden and eventful, and this morning's antics didn't help the process of putting this chapter behind her, instead only adding to the already building tension. She watched through the window the scolling of the coast as their van whizzed down the road. The cloud cover from the night previous has passed. The day was... deceptively bright. Arianna was driving. Archie had gone off, not wanting to risk a run-in with RAVENs to keep those in the Microcosm safe. The tension only seemed to build with every mile they closed in on the regulation offices.

"Oh, you just wait until you're actually in spitting distance." Arianna said, not taking her eyes off the road. "My first rodeo had my heart beating out of my chest. Figuratively, of course."

Figuratively, because Arianna did not have a heart. Or brain. Or organs in general.

"At least there's one agent that comes to mind, who I know won't be the one trying to ruin my life today." Reyna grumbled.

"I mean I can totally be him too if you want."

"I would punch him again; even inside the station. Honestly." Reyna admitted.

"That's surprisingly a turn on." Arianna commented offhandedly, holding back a laugh which only resulted in a very unfeminine snort. Arianna made no effort to apologize for it though. She wasn't acting right now anyway. Reyna was unable to cross her arms out of defiance as she usually did, instead, could only help herself to making a pouty face and look away to where she squished her face against the passenger window. However, that did little to hide the red blush that started covering her cheeks. Any effort to talk back was usually met with stuttering, and so Reyna learned to give whomever the cold shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Arianna said in a way that didn't sound very sincere at all, "are you still feeling embarassed about what happened this morning?"

"That. Never. Happened." Reyna told her. Arianna brushed it off with a playful giggle.

"I already know what you look like, love!" Ari pressed. "Right from the moment I touched ya!"

Reyna sunk into her seat even more.

"Nice piercings, by the--"

"God, please, don't!"

"Wooah, woah, nelly. Alright, okay. Sheesh." Arianna scratched a little spot that was right next to her nose as Reyna sat where she was fuming. "I just don't get the whole modesty thing people have."

"Apparently that's not the only thing you get." Reyna griped.

"Tell me about it!" Arianna agreed. She took glances between the road and at Reyna, before asking her a question that's been on her mind for a while. "So tell me, love. What's the whole quarrel with RAVEN agents anywho?"

Reyna briefly blushed again at the sound of word and scratched the top of her head as she scrambled looking for words. "Uh, I uh, well... no good history."

"Obviously! Why is that?"

Reyna sighed. "I have a cousin who lived down in Mendel that got caught in some conflict between the local gangs there and... I think they were RAVENs. NEST might already have fallen by then, but I don't remember. But if you ask me, they're pretty much the same thing in different clothes. Mia lost one of her eyes."

Arianna didn't say anything, instead choosing to visualize the scene herself.

"And my little sister, the one we talked about... Merry. She got her fair share of harassment, too. I know for a fact that they were RAVENs. She came home crying one day, she was afraid they were going to hurt her..."

The sound of contempt in Reyna's voice grew as she went on.

"Dont kick mama's pups?" Arianna commented. Reyna responded with a dry look and Arianna went back to staring at the road. She continued, "Okay, less depressing topic! I've been trying to get a read on your power, but I just can't seem to..."

"I don't know either." Reyna answered quickly, apparently as eager to get off the topic. "I just know that I'm not much stronger or faster than anyone else unless I keep fighting, and then it just keeps going. I don't ever seem to get tired. In fact, I usually end up with more energy than I had before, and..."

Reyna just shrugged. "I get hotter as I go. I mean, literally hotter. I've burned family by accident, just by touching them; and God, don't I sweat like a fucking pig when I do. It's a little gross."

Arianna nodded as the Joint headquarters came around the corner. The plan was to drop Reyna off and hightail it out of here until next time. Part of her was sad to see her go. Even with all temprament and attempts on her life, she's grown on her. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but... if Ari had to pick one thing that stood out to her, it had to be the girl's heart. She had faith that Reyna would be able to get through RAVEN's questioning without a hitch.

"Well, love, this is your stop." Arianna said as she slowed down to a stop. Reyna threw her head back and groaned.

"Could you... please not say that?" The redhead pleaded.

"That's not what you said when you were drunk."

"Alright, I'm gone."

"You have nice underwear!" Ari teased even further.

"Go away!"

"Bye! Text me!" Ari yelled as Reyna shut the door. As the van started rolling away, Reyna stared at the back of it as a slight smile sneaked up on her face.

"Bye."

Reyna turned around and gave the RAVEN/DOVE headquarters a nice, long look before sighing heavily as she began her approach. Her heart was racing, felt as though it was jumping up into her throat. Energy was surging through her, but she tried her best to contain it and keep the pace she had, resulting in a strange, restless looking stroll toward the building. Even the adrenaline pumping through her, however, couldn't numb the pain she was feeling in her hands and in her elbow. They still felt as though they were on fire.

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"Uuuuuugh," Meifeng groaned as she sat before a mountain of paper work. Why the hell does she have to write a fucking essay every time she so much as breathes? Shoot a guy with a taser dart! She has to explain what the hell happened in written form. Meifeng grumbled as she filled out everything with a pen as quickly as she could. Right now, she just wanted to get off her ass, and go get some real work done.

"... Meifeng!" Cindy said as she opened up the door, and faced her. "We found our mystery brawler from the ceremony."

"Shit," Meifeng started off, honestly surprised. "That fast? I thought she'd skip town."

"... She walked up to the building." Cindy answered dryly.

"Eh, same thing - we found her!" Meifeng said, she got up from her chair. She was just happy that she can get off her ass and do something actually productive. "Let's make sure that she doesn't get away this time - you DOVES have a horrible track record when it comes to this kind of stuff." Meifeng playfully poked.

"... It was RAVEN who lost he- Know what? Just go out there and arrest her, throw water at her, something." Cindy pointed out the door.

"Yeah, yeah, so you can do your DOVE thing." Meifeng quickly stepped around Cindy, and then went out the room. She ran fast as she could through the halls of the Headquarters, up until she made it to the main lobby.

All while Cindy casually walked there.

Reyna's mind was racing as her pace finally brought her to the front door. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she pushed open the door with her shoulder and found herself in the lobby - along with two other agents. Both of them Reyna recognized. The scarred up Asian girl that broke up the fight with the water, and the other... well, she only saw her face near the scene. Reyna met their gaze with a sliver of disdain, and was cradeling her arm. She didn't know what exactly she should be saying at this moment. After all, a typical greeting didn't really fit, and everyone here knew what she had done. Perhaps there was no need for it. At a loss of what to do, she only stood there and gave them a curt nod.

"Hey." Meifeng casually greeted her - which made Cindy facepalm. She put her hands on her hips, before she asked, "Here to turn yourself in?"

"What? No." Reyna sighed, containing her aggravation. There was a brief pause as she seemed to be trying to figure out what to say next. "Look, I'll own up to kicking his ass, but I'm not gonna be pushed around by you guys."

"That sounds like you-" Meifeng was about to continue playing around, until Cindy interrupted her.

"Alright, ma'am, you're going have to put this on." Cindy said, as she reached to her belt, and pulled out a power suppressant collar. It was standard procedure for an arrest. Reyna looked at her bruised and swollen hands, then rolled her eyes and stood there stiffly in waiting for Cindy to apply the collar. As soon as she did, she stole a glance at Cindy, and looked back at Meifeng.

"Okay, come with me." Cindy nodded as she lead the girl, and Meifeng (who was taking point, just in case Reyna tried something) through the halls of the Headquarters, and ultimately lead her to the interrogation room. It was a stone, concrete, room with a big mirror on one side of the room. Reyna was instructed to sit down on one chair, while Cindy took a step on the opposite side. Meifeng herself leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Hello," Cindy greeted her. "Let's get the formal introductions out the way; I am Agent Cindy Keagan, Agent of DOVE."

Meifeng politefully waved at Reyna. "And I'm Meifeng Zhao."

Reyna raised an eyebrow. The Hero of Prague?

"Now, do you understand the charges that are being leveled at you?" Cindy asked.

"One of your boys came at me and I defended myself." Reyna replied. She shrugged and gave them a "hell if I know" look and continued, "If I had to take a guess, it would be resisting a rapist or something. I didn't know the bar was set so low."

"Assaulting a government official, evading arrest, avoiding registration, trespassing...." Cindy counted the offenses. "I asked plenty of people at that event of what happened, and they said that you got into an argument with the RAVEN in question before fists started flying."

Cindy folded her hands on the table.

"Wait, evading arrest?" Reyna repeated. She didn't understand. Didn't Arianna say that she was supposed to be taking care of what happened afterword? "I didn't evade shit! I didn't know what was going to happen, just that I was supposed to be coming straight here."

Both Cindy and Meifeng looked confused for a moment.

"... You disappeared into thin air right as we brought you in. Then you decided to turn yourself in anyway." Cindy explained. "I think that counts as evading arrest." She said, nearly sarcastically.

Meifeng thought about it for a moment. "Hey, wait, something doesn't seem right..." She muttered under her breath.

"Where do you get these people..." Reyna grumbled to herself as she shook her head. She looked back at Cindy, so far unimpressed with what she has seen. "Look, you RAVEN-DOVE bird brains were played for fools by this goopy shape changing chick named Arianna. She felt bad about using me for some scheme of hers and tried to break me out as a way to return the favor or something."

Meifeng raised a finger in the air, almost like validation of her gut feeling.

"Okay... I don't know what is going on here...." Cind started off. "But, tell us everything that happened."

Reyna was just about to spill the beans on everything, until she remember the one favor she was asked. The Micro-whatever, the thing that the Archie dude had inside his face or something. Apparently a lot of innocent people lived there. Or troubled people. Whatever it was, Reyna sort of understood. Tearing him down would take all those people with him. She hesitated for a second. She couldn't lie, though. If there was one thing she was terrible at...

"Look," Reyna said, sounding very short tempered, "that girl fed your boy some very wrong information, he barked up the wrong tree, said some really rapey shit, and then your boy started a fight that never should have happened. He got his ass kicked, I was hand-cuffed, Arianna broke me out, I wanted to handle the arrest like a big girl, and she ended up abducting me."

She leaned back into her chair.

"So I've had a pretty fucked up day yesterday. We ended up parked in front of a bar, I drank a lot. I don't remember some bits after that, but I guess I convinced her to bring me back."

Now a lot of things started to make sense to both of the agents. They still thought this girl to be an idiot for fighting back, but it sounds like a bigger problem took advantage of that to string her along for some scheme. Neither of them could honestly punish her severely for that, but....

"I don't think it'd be all that fair to punish ya' for everything that happened," Meifeng said as she walked over to the table. "Say, Cindy... I recall looking at some of the files of some of our old villain friends, and I saw that some of them had some legitimate grivances against NEST."

Cindy automatically realized where Meifeng was going with this. She was referring to the Changelings.

"Isn't DOVE's objective to make sure that doesn't happen, and no one else turns out like them?" Meifeng asked, subtly winking at Reyna, who, not part of the circle or a hundred percent in the know of how or why DOVE was initially conceived, only looked at her strangely. Reyna was just holding her tongue and hoped they wouldn't decide on a prison sentence just yet. That would look too much like RAVEN setting her up.

A sigh escaped the older woman's lips. Cindy realized. "You have a point - I don't want to really arrest you, Ms. Baker," Cindy started off. "But, we aren't going to let you off just yet... we still need this shapeshifter you speak of, because we suspect her of a few things that went missing at that party."

Reyna groaned as she threw her head back. Okay, fine, whatever. "Can you at least tell me what's going to happen to mister Dicky Styles?"

That was his name, right?

Meifeng laughed, prompting a look from Reyna.

"... He's been suspended for a while." Cindy stated. "Without pay. Orders came straight from Maximilian."

"That's it?" Reyna asked. "Hotshot with combat training - shit, a literal hothot, can shoot fire from his ass, he goes around harassing people and starting fights and all you can do is take away his allowance?"

"Well," Meifeng stated off. "I plan on kicking his ass some more later." She playfully said.

Cindy rolled her eyes up into her head. Reyna had a point - but Cindy didn't care to argue it. "While I do think his punishment should be more... severe, this is technically his first offense."

"First?" Meifeng questioned. "Well... I know you can get suspended for being a massive douchebag."

"You're a cop." Reyna dryly said. "You know the drill. Catch someone doing something wrong, it's not the first time they did it."

Reyna sat up again. "I quote, 'you girls always change your mind, you don't know what you're missing.' I wonder what he thinks of you two."

Cindy was silent for a moment.

"... We'll look into that." Cindy looked up at Meifeng. "Either way, what happens to Agent Eddy Styles is no longer your concern. He won't he bothering you any further." Cindy sternly said, since there was one more thing that she had to discuss.

"Now, there is one last thing we have to go over, it's my business as a DOVE." Cindy nodded her head. She knew that Reyna was not going to like this.

"Hopefuly medical care?" Reyna pressed as the corner of her mouth turned to smile. Mostly it was fake, and was hoping they'd catch the memo.

"If you need some ice..." Meifeng trailed off as she drew some water out of her pocket dimension, and created a block of ice.

"I punched a guy wearing chainmail and won, love." Reyna said sarcastically, imitating Arianna's accent at the word love. "I'm sure I have fractures."

"Hey, I punched worse, and just put a little ice on i-" Meifeng was cut off.

"We'll get you medical attention, but you're currently unregistered in the DOVE databanks." Cindy sighed as she sternly said. "I know you probably won't like this, but we have to put your DNA in the grand registry - but, you also get access to the many perks of the DOVE organization. We'll help you."

Reyna sighed. One of the last things she wanted was to be put on a list like she was living in World War II Germany, but she knew this was going to happen the minute she knocked Styles down. It just felt different now that she was finally facing it. There was a brief pause of silence on her end as she mulled everything over.

"Well..." Reyna began, mumbling. She still didn't like this. "Let's get it over with. S'pose I could at least understand whatever weird ass power this is."

"Well, look at the bright side." Cindy said. "DOVE is not like NEST in the past - it's a socialized program that will do all in it's power to make sure that you're fine."

"Look on the bright side," Reyna imitated, obviously not any more comforted by Cindy's reassurement, "we're not as bad as we used to be... that's some selling point."

"But, can-" Cindy, for once, was cut off.

"Yeah, let's just stop the chit-chat, and get this over with." Meifeng realized that there wasn't really anything they could say to reassure her. However, they can certainly show her otherwise.

"Uh, yeah, would you come with me?" Cindy asked Reyna as she got up off the chair, and walked over to the door. Reyna did as she was asked, grateful that the Asian RAVEN chick was as eager to move things along as she was. What was her name again? Meifeng?

Meifeng waited for them to walk by, and let out a sigh as she walked out the door after them.

'Sometimes I wonder if I'm on the right side here...'

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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