The soldiers ignored Aron's demands, pulling him along. They brought him to a room lined with six doors, each marked with a different letter; A, P, H, G, L, and U. They dragged Aron to the one labeled A, opening the door and roughly tossing him inside and slamming the door shut. A man sat inside, in a plain nondescript suit and dark glasses.
"Sit," he said, motioning to the chair on the other side of the table.
The woman paused in her writing, adjusting her glasses. She sighed, looking up and seeming to be surprised to be looking at Cicada.
"O-Oh. You are…" She flipped through her notebook, looking for something. "Cicada, right?"
Aron narrowed his eyes. "Why?" He retorted, shifting his shoulders and not sitting down. His golden hair was mussed, unruly and wild on his head.
Cicada gave a little nod to the woman. She figured that she must be high in rank if she had privy to the 'charries' name, "That I am. And you are?"
"Because I said so," the man said, any niceties dropped.
"The sooner you sit, the sooner you can leave. And the sooner I don't have to deal with a damn charie who thinks they have a say in anything."
"Agent A," The woman said. She slipped the notebook into her pocket. "I'm the one who's been assigned to you." She motioned for Cicada to stand up.
"Come with me and we'll get you all set up."
Cicada stood up and kept her staff in both hands. She wanted to test something and hopefully wouldn't have to be dragged around this time. She gave a slight nod, "Of course."
Aron growled, and sat down, glaring at the man still. "You gonna explain what the hell is going on?" He demanded, crossing his arms.
Agent A nodded, turning slightly and standing to the side, ready to catch Cicada if she fell when she stepped out.
"Let's go then," she said with a kind smile. She seemed to be nicer than most of the other people there.
"You're a character, illegally in this world. The government doesn't like it when charies show up, so it's my job to process you, assign you a cell, and monitor you." He looked down at a sheet on the table, pulling out a pen.
"So let's get this started. Name?"
"Aron Westfall." Aron finally replied, slowly. "And if you don't want me here, why can't I just go home?" He cocked an eyebrow.
The man wrote this down, pausing.
"We don't have the authority to. Only your author can, and they probably don't even realize you're here. Age?"
Soldier K rolled his eyes, a bit peeved for some reason. S chuckled.
"Com'on, we should get back to the processing room before we get in trouble…" He sighed. K, if he had been gentle before, didn't bother now as he forced Noel forward.
Syzen would follow just behind the others. He wasn’t one who was alright with chains and locks. He’d prefer walking on his own any day.
Noel, on the other hand, was fine with the locks. He was alright with it but again, would prefer to be free.
”Processing room?” both of the figures asked in unison.
Cicada stepped out and felt the bonds reappear. She immediately caught herself with the staff and proceeded to lean against the wall before making a swipe at the binding on her feet hoping to rid herself of them and onky them.
"We just need some basic information for the files," S said. As they continued down the hall, a woman came walking from the other direction. Her hands were in her pockets, and she seemed to be humming to herself. The two soldiers nodded in acknowledgment when she passed. She barely glanced over, but looked again a moment later. She stopped, the soldiers following suit.
"You're… Syzen, right?" she asked.
In a flash, a woman appeared, wearing a white dress. She held two curved blades, using them to block Cicada's staff. Agent A frowned a little.
"Now, why did you do that?" she asked. The woman knocked Cicada's staff away from the bonds, holding one of the blades up to her throat.
The man wrote this down, pausing.
"We don't have the authority to. Only your author can, and they probably don't even realize you're here. Age?"
"Oh. 22." Aron replied, shrugging slightly. He ran a hand through his hair, then dropped his bound hands back into his lap.
"I just wanted to walk on my own," Cicada calmly explained feeling the staff be knocked away yet somehow she kept it in her grasp . She could feel her heart beat spike, but she kept her voice calm, "That was all. May I do so?"
Syzen turned to the woman.
”Yep, the one and only. By the way—“ the man tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner ”—who are you? I don’t recognize you at all”
The man wrote this down, making a note on another part of the page.
"Gender and pronouns," he said.
Agent A sighed, motioning for the woman to back off.
"It would have been better for you to just ask," she said. She bent down, unlocking the bonds. They fell away into nothing, and Agent A straightened up and lightly took ahold of Cicada's arm. The other woman moved to tand behind both of them, a precaution.
"The name's Coral. I'm Akira's author." She smiled, tilting her head a little.
"Thanks for helping her out the first time you were here."
Cicada felt relief as she felt the bonds releaee from her feet. She moved whever Agent A wished her to go, "I was unsure if you would remove them for me. But thank you for doing so."
”Akira… oh, the little kid back then” the man smiled slightly.
”My pleasure…” the man said before he stopped and thought about something.
”…are you perhaps… the person who’s in a relationship with my author?” the man asked plainly.
(You thought you broke the fourth wall… but I’m going further than that—)
(Do you know how hard it is to talk about one's self in the third person? XD)
(Also, there is gonna be a lot of that in this rp)
"You're welcome. And you should have given me the chance to say yes instead of just doing it yourself." She led Cicada to the same hallway Aron had been taken to, the woman stepping up to open the door labeled A.
"Take a seat and we'll get this started," Agent A said when they stepped inside, the other woman closing the door before disappearing.
"Ah- yes, as a matter of fact I am." Coral smiled, chuckling softly. "He's a very good person." The soldiers exchanged looks, a bit surprised at this information.
"Boyfriend?" Soldier S asked.
"Oh dear," Coral mumbled to herself. "Shouldn't have said that, I should not have said that."
Cicada sat herself down in the chair. She leaned back and remained relax despite the pounding in her chest. She just needed to remain calm and everything would work itself out. Cicada understood this was probably some interrogation, so she decided to take a bit of intiative, "You already know my nane so I assume you know about me. I'm curious as to how much."
(I’m gonna make this… a bit more interesting)
Syzen sighed before smiling.
”Glad you guys are together I guess” the man said.
Not half a minute later, Coral’s phone would be ringing. Someone had called her.
