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[INV ONLY] Person of Interest; Alturi / Moreland | |
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Singular_Corvid | Nov 15 2016, 08:52 PM Post #1 |
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Quite unexpectedly, a letter from Alturi would have come along and found itself on the desk of the suitable authorities within United Moreland... But the letter wasn't just from anyone. It was from Imperial Intelligence...
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Singular_Corvid | Nov 26 2016, 11:28 PM Post #11 |
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Mr. Mendax thought for a moment. "It isn't known exactly when he dropped out of contact. He was meant to send the 'in touch' message once per month. With it came his current location, as well as any information he'd deem important. We raised the alarm when he missed the deadline for the message for the first time in quite a few years. He has been known to be... Peculiar in his interpretation of regulations. But he has never properly dropped off the grid before." He continued on. "And as I am sure I mentioned before, none of his personal information was granted by us at Imperial Intelligence. Only his initial name, phone number and bank account were granted by Imperial Intelligence. However, it is likely he has changed all of them at least once since. But if you still want them, they are included in the dossier." He said, before actually standing up and brushing off his front. "In the meanwhile, I will be staying here in the city, conducting my own investigation into the matter. You can reach me here." He said, pulling out a small card from his pocket, and handing it to Grace. It held an address (to a rather classy hotel) and a phone number. "Come see me in person if you want something, Grace. I am sure any business would be much more pleasant if discussed over a bottle of wine." He said, sounding... Implicative... With those words. |
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UnitedMoreland | Nov 27 2016, 11:00 PM Post #12 |
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The pair waited for Mendax to leave, "Well what do you think" Robert asked Grace. "I think he knows more than he's probably letting on" Grace said, "and I think that means that I'll probably need to take him up on his offer" she said not being entirely comfortable with where things were going. "In the mean time I'll have his phot circulated through our law enforcement channels and border posts" she picked up the photo and put it in her briefcase. "Anything else Your Highness?" she asked standing up. "No, just keep me informed" Robert asked, "Oh and enjoy your wine" Grace rolled her eyes as she left and headed for the door. By 8pm that evening the intelligence agent had sent Mendax a message, opposite the hotel was a bizarre Morelander venue, KTV, a place where people could hire rooms for a few hours complete with a big screen and sound systems, the rooms were sound proof so as Grace walked to her selected room she was spared the whaling of people enjoying early evening karoke with friends. She thanked the host who showed her into the room, big enough for around ten people with large comfy leather seats. "Have you been here before?" the young girl asked Grace. "Several times" Grace said with a smile. "Can you bring a bottle of red, and several glasses" she asked paying the girl generously. Moments later she returned with the bottle and a tray of glasses. "If you'd like anything else you can order on the tablet and it goes striaght to the bar" the hostess explained before leaving her. Grace sat back and waited for Mendax to arrive. |
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Singular_Corvid | Nov 28 2016, 07:43 AM Post #13 |
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Mr. Mendax of course returned to his room shortly after the meeting with the prince and Grace. Even he was surprised at Grace's quick response to his offer. He would not turn her down of course, both for official reasons, as well as personal ones... Thus, he eventually arrived in the room, clad in a simple black button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. "Grace! You can imagine my surprise when I received your message. I didn't realize I made such an impression on you." He said, of course teasing her. But he was still friendly enough, all things considered. he of course closed the door behind himself. Without being bidden to, he took a seat opposite her, smiling. "You needn't have hired a room though. The one in my hotel would have worked just as well!" |
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UnitedMoreland | Nov 30 2016, 10:29 PM Post #14 |
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"What can I say" Grace said pouring and then handing him a glass of wine. "I'm a sucker for Cyndi Lauper" she said picking up the rooms tablet and selected a karoke classic. She had no intention of singing however she knew the venue monitored song use and it would seem odd if they didn't have some songs being selected. The music began playing and Grace turned the volume down until it became mere background noise. "I must admit this is a rather curious matter, it's not a situation we've had, a t least not in my time with the agency, an agent going AWOL." she said certain in herself that no Morelander would do such a thing. "So I'm assuming you have something else you want me to know, or perhaps you'd like to suggest some Justin Bieber" she said casually flipping the tablet onto the sofa next to him. |
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Singular_Corvid | Dec 2 2016, 04:53 PM Post #15 |
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At that, Mr Mendax made a small dismissive motion with his hand. "Ah, I might. But as I mentioned, I would need to make sure you were trustworthy, as well as someone that... Would not use the information unwisely, shall we say. Which means..." He said, picking up his glass and taking a sip. "...Getting to know you better. So! Tell me a bit about yourself, Grace. Aside from being a model and being all-too professional?" He suggested. Catching the tablet, he scrolled through it for a while before arriving at a rather... Implicative song[1]... He smirked at her, before setting the tablet aside and taking a sip from his glass. He didn't comment of course... It'd be ever-so-rude... [1]Click Me! |
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UnitedMoreland | Dec 6 2016, 09:51 PM Post #16 |
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Grace could have almost rolled her eyes in despair at Mendax's approach, things got even worse with the music, personally she was more a classic rock fan, something like The Who however she knew people tended to like their little games. "Well as for me I'm an ex-Army officer, kind of accidentally found my way into our line of work. I suppose like most Morelanders I wanted to serve the nation and someone thinks I'm half decent at this." She said casually sipping her wine. "Other than that I prefer being professional when serving my monarch" she added trying to keep things on track. "Away from work I guess I prefer a pizza, a DVD and hanging with my husky" she did have to admit sitting with Smudge and a giant Hawiian stuffed crust did seem more pleasant than having this noise pollution piped into her ears. |
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Singular_Corvid | Dec 19 2016, 04:21 PM Post #17 |
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Mr. Mendax watched the woman for a few moments, rather intently as well... Until finally, he relented, and sighed. "Ah... I see that my advances annoy you, Grace. You are a beautiful woman, I hope you did not take offence to my attempt." He said, kind of... Dropping a mask, now seeming a bit more serious. More casual, less try-hard. Thusly, he leaned back properly. "What did you hope to gain by coming here, Grace? It is obvious you didn't come because of my rugged looks and dashing demeanor..." |
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