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Time: A few hours after Episode Eleven
Characters: Nevan, Drillhammer
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After the mission at the Araquu History Museum, Nevan decides to check in with Captain Drillhammer...
Nevan is going to head to the library or at least plan to, he is going to be seeking permission first to go to some of the more forbidden texts on Soul Magic, in a chance of helping out in his own way of doing research.
Where would Nevan go first? Well most likely to Captain Drillhammer of course. He knocks on the door, "Hello sir? May I come in?" Nevan asks.
"Give me a moment, Nevan. I'm in the midst of a meeting," Drillhammer responds through the door.
"Okay sir." And Nevan will wait, while he does he pulls out a small magipad to read some basic magic on binding an opponent to add to his abilities for subduing an opponent.
After about ten minutes, the door opens. A man that invokes a vague sense of familiarity in Nevan - like, an "I've seen someone who looks and/or dresses like this but not this specific person" feeling, but the man leaves the office too quickly for Nevan to ask any questions or get anything else off of him.
"All right, come in," Drillhammer calls to Nevan.
Nevan became distracted by this person for a second and Drillhammer snapped him out of it before he came into Drillhammer's office, "Hello Sir. Who was that if you don't mind my asking, sir?"
"You don't need to concern yourself with him, though you may have some new work soon. You wanted to see me?"
"If you say so sir. I have a request to do some research on Soul Magic in the Grand Library. Can I have a voucher to be allowed to do this sir?" Nevan asks he does sound a bit rigid almost militant about this.
Drillhammer, who was idly looking through papers while talking to Nevan, lowers the papers and stares at him. "I'm sorry. You want to research HIGHLY ILLEGAL magic?
"Yes sir, this is related to a case we are ending up getting involved in, and I would like to understand how to combat someone with these kinds of abilities. Thus it would stand to reason I would need to understand these abilities in the process." Granted the someone is a mystical magical mask and but hey he's not wrong.
He stares silently at Nevan, shaking his head. "Those new recruits are getting to you, I see," he says. "You never kept things from me before." He lifts a hand to preemptively keep Nevan from piping up. "I won't hold it against you. The fact that you're coming to me to get permission means a lot. But regardless of whether or not I want to give you permission, I don't have the clearance for that." Drillhammer stands up, walking over to the office window and looking out at the city below. "There's something happening in my city, and at my current position I don't have the authority to do anything about it- and that frustrates me. So I can understand where you're coming from." He takes a deep breath, then looks over at Nevan. "But if we don't do what we've been assigned to do - and what this unit was created to do - then it gets disbanded and that reflects badly on our records, Navine is arrested or possibly worse because of what she is, and depending on what happens afterwards the others could be arrested as well."
"Yes sir, I understand. And I have been compiling this report I wasn't sure when to give you this, as I have been informed to keep this out of the public eye for reasons you will understand when you see this." He pulls out a nicely packed vanilla folder from his jacket, "This will detail all the events that have transpired with the team up until this point, sir," he states handing the folder to Drillhammer while with his other hand pushing his glasses back up.
Drillhammer takes the report from Nevan, flipping through it. As he does, a scowl forms on his features and he grimaces, muttering under his breath. Nevan would catch bits of 'that explains that' and 'no wonder he' and 'well son of a fuck' as he goes through it, slapping it shut and slamming it onto his desk. He takes a deep breath, and then looks Nevan dead in the eyes.
"This is... appreciated, but next time a more secure method of transferring information would be better," he groans.
"This information is under constant protection by me, it isn't on the cloud or the magic cloud space, I didn't type it I used magic to create write my report using a diversion spell that I had to use to make sure no one cheats from my tests." He sighs, "Honestly I don't know how much more secure I could have made this while still giving you the information. and if it comes down to it I have ways to shred, burn or destroy this document to your liking sir."
"...very well," Drillhammer accepts this explanation and sets the report to the side. "And if I ask to send people to the locations you were told then this starts getting bigger, worst case is that whoever's behind this feels threatened and attacks now, innocent people get caught in the crossfire and-" he lets out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his forehead. "Great." Another deep breath. "Although that explains why Councilman Fucking O'Hara stopped by to ask after you lot."
"C-Councilman O'Hara? H-he was here?" he pauses, then looks up in realization, "Was that the person you were speaking with earlier?" he looks a bit shocked by this realization.
"That was him, yes," Drillhammer nods. "Don't blame you for not recognizing him. They don't really go out in public much, and he spends most of his time in libraries..." He shakes his head, then gathers a few papers and passes them over to Nevan. "Regardless. There's something he wants looked into, and he came asking after our unit - specifically, your team. It's probably not related to your little investigation, but... Councilman O'Hara himself is the one who takes care of library permissions and the like. If you do this for him, you should be able to research whatever the heck you want to."
Nevan looks at the papers to see what the assignment would be.
The assignment seems simple enough - odd whispers at the Lakeshore Library with no apparent source, offering those who visit knowledge and power untold. O'Hara himself is unable to properly investigate, because the thing can apparently sense him or knows what he looks like - (he's not sure, but he suspects the former) - so it never shows when he goes to take a look around. He knows about this because the librarian has expressed concern to him personally.
Nevan's eyes light up a bit, A case at the Library and a mystery at that he is super excited about this now, "Don't worry sir, you can count on..." as he said these words he thought of Maska, Cecily, Eiriol, Monster Hunter, and Navi when it comes to the matter of the library and he doubts any of them would be interested in joining in on this escapade, "...me" he finishes.
Drillhammer nods. "Unless you have something else to report, you're dismissed. I have things I need to think about now," he explains.
"Yes sir." Nevan salutes and heads off to the Library.
