Soldier K closed the door, locking it. After a few minutes, a figure appeared in the middle of the training door; a woman, with long black hair and a white dress.
"Let's get this going, shall we?" A chipper voice sounded through the intercom in the room.
Wonderful. Well, not you're duty is rot in this cell. A fit of laughter could be heard from the other side of the wall. It seems whoever was talking to Noel was a prisoner as well.
(Should I wait for the others or should I keep going?)
(You can keep going!)
(Also also, this is to everyone: @ShadeStar, @Icefire, and @Altrince_is_in_the_Umaru-chan_cult are the only ones who are going to be continuing from here on. ShadeStar and Icefire, I do have something for you to do now!)
Words appeared in Cicada's notebook, though they came hesitantly.
Hello? What is this?
Eventually, for Aron, the door to his cell was opened again. A figure stood outside it, a shorter man.
"I've been asked to fetch you," he said gruffly.
Cicada saw the words on the notebook and pulled out a pen to return. Her handwriting was mixture of flourishes and chicken scratch, Magic notebook connecting to other notebooks. The question is who not what.
Oh! Who are you? The handwriting appearing in Cicada's notebook was neat, easily reabable. It could have easily belonged to the popular girl in school.
Cicada, She wrote back. The handwriting looked of some store clerk, but it was much to neat for that. Probably someone more high ranking, Who are you?
My name's the writing stopped for a moment, hanging there for a minute before starting up again. Crow. Crow Arrings.
Aron narrowed his eyes, standing and watching the man. "To take me where?" He asked slowly.
"Doesn't matter," the man said. He stepped into the room, making sure there was no way Aron could dart past him. Obviously, word of his escape-attempt had spread quickly.
Pleasure to meet ya Crow, Cicada responded. She shuddered slightly remembering the dark birds and how often she had mistaken them for the demon-like creatures that inhabited her world.
Crow's handwriting changed a little, the words more slanted and… off.
Which Agent did you get? They asked.
Agent A, I'm guessing you got the same? Cicada saw the change and thought it slightly strange, but she wasn't going to say anything.
No. I don't have an Agent. There was hesitation between the "I" and the "don't," as Crow was thinking.
Really? Cicada responded back lying on the bed now, Then how'd you get this notebook?
My Author works here. He doesn't pay much attention to me, though, so I'm usually stuck in this cell or- The writting stopped, and "or" was crossed out.
Got it, Cicada responded to the writing. She took note of the crossed off or, So do have your magic? Or did you have any in the first place?
Yes, I have my magic. Author's who work for the government here are allowed to do that. The words were getting squished closer and closer together. The person was either in a rush, or they had used their best hand-writing before and this was their normal.
Aron backed up, staring at the man with his eyes narrowed. "Back off." He snarled.
Ain't that nice, Cicada wrote before tapping the pen slightly. It was, different but she had figured it out quicky, So do you get accesses to records and stuff?
"Watch your tongue," the man snapped. "You're in enough trouble as it is." He grabbed on to Aron's arm, intending to drag him out.
Lord no. Even if my Author works here, I can't get into anything like that. Quiet laughter could be heard in the hall outside of Cicada's room; someone must be out there.
Cicada heard the laughter and stood up from where she was. She made her way over to the door, Ahhh alright. Can you roam the halls freely?
No, I can't. I either have to be in my room or with my Author. Suddenly, halfway through the sentence, the handwriting went back to the way it had been before, prime and proper. Why would you think I could roam the halls?
I met a guy… Cicada wrote back looking outside of the door. She asked out to the hall, "Hello? Anyone out there?" I guess it makes sense.
What was his name? Crow asked. The laughter had died out, but a person walked up to Cicada's door.
"I am," they said. "I'm Crow's Author." They sounded like a soldier, and dressed like one too.