forum Author's World Reboot- Closed

Started December 18, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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”Noel Y’bneth—“ the Viscount started, he sighed a bit before continuing ”—age 24, male, heterosexual” he acted as if he knew what the next questions were going to be.

Agent U moved down the list, pursing her lips tightly when he said his sexual orientation.
"Not according to this," she said, looking up to give him a cold stare, clearly ticked off.

Noel sighed before saying;
”Bisexual… fine” the man was clearly annoyed at the fact that the agent had to call him out on his lie. It was one fact he didn’t want to accept, that was all.

"Okay, but why can I not seek out my author?" Cicada asked curiously. She didn't understand why they wouldn't want them to if the consequences were the way they were.

The agent continued to scowl as she continued asking for information.
"Nationality?" she said tersely, eyes going back to the paper. The sooner this was over, the sooner she didn't have to deal with any more charies.

"You're presence in this world is not natural. To keep the disruption to a minimum, your magical abilities were sealed away. The only one who can break the seal is your author, and we can't allow that." Agent A sighed, tapping her pen to the table.

"I see," Cicada said with a slight muse. That explained why she couldn't summon her flames, "Anything else I should know?"

”When alive, half French, half British” Noel answered plainly. He was quite uncomfortable right now.

Syzen stood outside, tapping his foot.
”How long does the interrogation usually take?” he asked soldier S.

"Officially? No. But off the record-" Agent A paused before leaning foreward slightly.
"It'd be best for you to stay away from most of the other Agents and Soldiers. Not many are very kind."

The Agent skimmed through several sections of the paper, glancing up occasionally to verify his appearance.
"Power Set?" She said once she had gone through the sections before. She didn't really care about his personality.

"Ten minutes, depending on how well the character cooperates. It should be over soon."

The man wrote this down, making a note on another part of the page.
"Gender and pronouns," he said.

"Male, he/him." Aron replied slowly. He tipped his head to one side, then the other.

"Sexuality and Nationality," The man said, glancing up once.

"Pan, Kevran." Aron replied, linking his hands together and looking around the room calmly. He wanted this to be over.

The man wrote this down, then jotted a few notes down in spots marked Physical Appearance, Attire, and Other Identifying Marks before he looked up again.
"Powers?" He asked.

Aron frowned. "I…am not sure I can explain them." he replied after a moment. "Not in this language."

The man sighed, noting this down.
"Uncooperative piece of shit," he mumbled under his breath.
"Strengths?" He asked louder.

Aron narrowed his eyes at the insult. "Why should I tell you that?" he replied. He disliked the idea of these people knowing everything about him.

"So I can check and see if you're lying or not." The man held up the paper, revealing a neatly printed page of information on Aron. The man was just making notes on the sides. On the powers, he had written unwilling to divulge further information.

"Fine. I'm An excellent fighter, intelligent, and quick." Aron replied after a moment. His eyes flashed to the papers, and he shook his head a little bit.

"Officially? No. But off the record-" Agent A paused before leaning foreward slightly.
"It'd be best for you to stay away from most of the other Agents and Soldiers. Not many are very kind."

Cicada snorted a little as she grinned, "I've seen. I'm glad I got put with you though."

"Ah, so you can read. How charming." The man put the paper back down, sighing.
"Weaknesses? Fears?" The man smirked a bit. "How can I keep you in line."

Agent A smiled a little.
"Thank you. Not everyone here is bad, though. You'll be able to make a few allies if you're careful about it."

"I'm pretty sure two people already dislike me," Cicada let out a little laugh, "Then again they weren't very kind to begin with."

Agent A stood, holding a hand out to help Cicada up.
"That's how most are here. Just keep your head low and you'll be fine."

Aron narrowed his eyes. "No." He replied simply. "I don't think I'm going to tell you that." He linked his fingers together, looking at the soldier levelly.

"Oh? And what makes you think you have a choice?" The man smirked evilly, waving the paper around again.
"I already know a few. I just need to see how willing you are to obey orders."

"No." Aron replied again. I give orders, I don't take them. And certainly not from the likes of you. He clenched his jaw.

"I see," The man said. He glanced at the paper once, then stood.
"Well then, it seems I have no further need to be speaking with you. I'll be taking you to your cell now. Your cold, damp, tiny cell." He smirked, grabbing Aron's arm.