[Closed] The Daughter I Never Had

Monica is summoned to a career opportunity, should she choose to take it.

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A large forest in Central Anaxas, the once-thriving mostly human town of Dorhaven is recovering from a bombing in 2719 at its edge.

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Mon Nov 25, 2019 2:43 am

Roalis 65th, 2719
VIENDA | EVENING
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“Constable Delacore! My office! And close the door behind you!” Captain D’Arthe snapped her name the minute Monica took a step into the Seventen head quarters that evening, as if the dark haired Bastian had been waiting for her with baited breath. He spoke sharply, poking his head out of his office briefly to see if it was her before disappearing again.
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​​Damen was on edge.
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​​It had been a whole season and a bit since Azmus had implored him to find the mole in their ranks. To find out who exactly had leaked the location of his offspring. His daughter. The Bastian had been shocked when the Overseer had said it, he’d had an inkling of something hidden in Old Rose, given the resources the High Judge pulled from him. But a daughter? He had so many questions about her. Why was she hidden? Who was she? How old was she?
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​​Was she a galdor?
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​​Damn daughters, were they all trouble? He took a deep breath. At least Charity was a viable asset after Mathias’ disgrace—or rather she had been before that filthy farm boy had reappeared. That boy…
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​​Damen stood by his desk, one hand tapping the wood as his piercing blue eyes stared out of his office window into the humid Viendan night, putting Rhys Valentin out of his mind. A whole season and a bit and they had found nothing regarding the kidnapping. They’d interviewed almost the entire Seventen unit under his care and come up trumps. It was getting tense. He would have to start on Hanz’ other officers, and he had no clocking idea how to even start. Morde was not entirely privy to the entire operation of the Oculus, so trying to explain why Damen D’Arthe was taking his staff without reason for questioning would be….delicate. He needed someone new, someone…in between.
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​​ “I hope you are quite sure of this, Damen.” A soft, yet firm voice spoke from the armchair on the other side of the desk, hinting at the barest of Hoxian accents. The Captain’s eye twitched, though he didn't turn around to face its owner.
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​​ “I wouldn’t invite her if I wasn't Diaxio. Monica is unlike her peers. She’s got drive, and a willingness to do whatever it takes.” The jade eyed galdor crossed her legs, smoothing her beige skirt.
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​​ “Sounds like someone else you know. How is Mister Valentin going, by the way?” Damen glanced back at her then, his lip curling into a slight sneer and brow drawing.
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​​ “I told you, he is my mess. I will deal with Rhys.” Diaxio raised a lazy eyebrow.
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​​ “And I remind you, that whilst you’re technically my Order senior, you are not my superior. The Overseer’s patience runs thin, sir.” She said in a dangerously quite tone, keeping her hard gaze on Damen till he turned away again.
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​​Bloody clocking Hoxian tumble.
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Mon Nov 25, 2019 12:13 pm

ROALIS 65, 2719
VIENDA in the EVENING
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Monica Delacore was always one to arrive on time, if not a few minutes in advance, and the same was always true for her attendance at work. She had never understood how one could arrive anywhere late in good conscience, though she knew more than a few of her fellow officers made it quite a habit to leave their desks early and return to them late, or to dawdle about the office when they were meant to be leaving for a patrol - it was nonsensical at best, and terribly negligent otherwise.

When she stepped into the Seventen headquarters that evening, she had not been expecting for her name to be shouted across the room, drawing her attention immediately to the door of Captain D'Arthe's office. That did not mean, however, that the constable was ill-prepared for such a meeting, and admittedly she had thought it only a matter of time before she, too, was called in for questioning. Many of her peers had been submitted to such things as of late, for matters she wasn't fully aware of but could only assume were related to the Resistance. Monica herself had been perhaps overly suspicious of anything out of the ordinary since the bombing of Dorhaven only a month before, and she couldn't blame her superiors for being wary.

"Yes sir," called the constable, and she went quickly to her desk, setting her things down and smoothing her hands down her green jacket, straightening out the lines and making absolutely sure that everything was in order. Making quick work of crossing the room, Monica found her way to the Captain's door, her field a steady, indectal space around her. She took care to mind her posture - not that the blonde had ever been accused of having bad posture, but in the presence of authorities she thought it more important than ever not to appear weak or otherwise unreliable.

After closing the door behind her, Monica turned to face the room's inhabitants, her blue gaze neutral but slightly inquisitive as it swept over Captain D'Arthe and a Hoxian woman she didn't fully recognize. Something was... familiar, about her, and she wondered if perhaps she had seen her during her years in Brunnhold, but voiced no questions on that matter.

"Good evening, Captain D'Arthe, sir," greeted the blonde with a polite nod of her head, her hands locked behind her back, and offered a nod in turn to the woman in the armchair closest to her, but kept her full attention on the Captain, "you wanted to speak with me, sir?"

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Wed Dec 11, 2019 5:05 pm

Roalis 65th, 2719
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Damen turned further as Monica entered the room, clasping his hands behind his back and inhaling deeply as she closed the door, his lined face drawn into a frown.
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​​ “Indeed Constable, I did.” Gesturing to the seat beside Diaxio, the Co-Captain waited a moment before he began.
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​​ “I’m not sure if you’ve met before. Diaxio Shiuni. She is assisting the department as an independent consultant.” The jade eyed Hoxian inclined her head slightly at the other woman, though she said nothing. Her field was dotered, drawn close and giving nothing away of her mood nor her emotions. Damen moved to sit down, lacing his hands together and resting them on the desk, piercing gaze on Monica.
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​​ “Constable, it’s no secret we’ve been interviewing our people for a while now, and perhaps there are rumours flying around about the what and why of it all, but I like to think you’ve a level head. Not taken to rumours and hearsay.” He paused, the weight of his own field heavy with the fringes of frustration and strain. The man, for a moment, would look his age. Weary and wrinkled, old and obsolete. But then he gathered himself and pressed on.
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​​ “Monica, how long have I known you now? Feels like forever. One of the brightest and the best of my Cadets. Always ready to do the hard slog when your peers were more interested in socialising and ‘fairness’.” Damen let a small smile grace the corner of his mouth, glancing at Diaxio and sitting back in his chair.
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​​ “This one doesn’t get her head lost in the clouds. She’s a model officer. Doesn’t get caught in the gossip ring.” His slight smile seemed to turn threatening, as though he wasn't smiling at all, eyes back on the blonde.
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​​ “Isn’t that right, Constable?” He would give her a chance to reply, before standing again and turning to look out of the window.
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​​ “Constable Delacore, we have a situation on our hands that threatens the safety of all Anaxas. One that, I'm afraid, goes deep within the ranks of the Seventen.” Turning, he looked at her again.
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​​ “There is the possibility that we have a mole for the Resistance among our peers.” The Bastian said quietly, watching her face carefully. Beside the officer, Diaxio stood elegantly, wandering across the room to look over the books that Damen had collected with a perpetually bored expression.
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​​After a moment, Captain D’Arthe sat down and faced the Constable again, hands reaching for paperwork that had been nearly stacked to one side.
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​​ “We have a job for you, Monica. A very delicate job that requires someone who is willing to do whatever it takes, to get the job done. Are you willing, Constable, to do whatever it takes? For your Country?” From the bookshelf, the Hoxian piped up, her voice as cool as the stone of her kingdom.

“For your race, and your Country actually.” She all but purred, not bothering to look back at the woman as she spoke. Damen gave her a cold look, before glancing back to Monica.

“I should let you know, Constable, that if you accept this task you can never go back to what you are today. The information you will be privy too is sensitive and cannot be trusted to anyone not part of this assignment.”
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Mon Jan 20, 2020 2:09 pm

ROALIS 65, 2719
VIENDA in the EVENING
The officer walked around the chair when it was gestured to, moving to sit and cross her legs, head held high in attention and delicate hands clasped over her knee. Blue eyes flicked to the side when the Hoxian was introduced, and Monica nodded her head in greeting, although didn't interrupt her superior's words. She was curious about why a consultant was needed, seeing as there were surely other members of the Seventen capable of doing whatever needed done - but didn't voice her questions, confident in her assumption that the Captain would explain all that she needed to know before the end of their meeting.

Monica's gaze was drawn back to the man as he sat at his desk; the hints of red at the edges of his field didn't go unnoticed, but they remained unmentioned by the officer, as did his momentary looks of frustration and strain. She listened to him as he began to explain the purpose of their meeting - as she had suspected, it had to do with the fact that they had been questioning her peers - and the corner of her mouth curved slightly upward at the complimentary words, though she didn't miss the fact that they seemed more directed at the Hoxian woman nearby her.

Whatever the Captain was trying to prove - she would assist in doing it.

"Of course, sir, thank you," replied Monica easily, her tone appreciative but clearly not trying to dwell on the subject of her own accomplishments. As much as she appreciated being talked up, especially by the Captain, she preferred to stick to the matter at hand.

Her eyes followed him as he rose from his chair, continuing on with a revelation that silenced the woman anyhow. The steady confidence in her field didn't falter, although the woman's face did shift, remnants of a smile set into a concerned frown. A mole within the ranks of the Seventen - she wished that she could claim to be truly surprised, but it made sense to the constable. She had to question why the news was being shared with her, but dismissed that curiosity - Damen had made it clear that they trusted her, and she was certain that she couldn't possibly be suspected.

No, her loyalty was undivided and unwavering, and had only grown stronger with time.

Monica's head turned to look at Diaxio for a moment when the woman added more, finding her tone more than a little curious, but her gaze was back on Damen soon after, and the blonde nodded firmly.

"Yes, sir. Whatever you need me to do, I can do it," she assured, uncrossing her legs and straightening up a bit more in her seat, "if you need something done, sir, I will do anything in my power to make it happen. Whatever it takes."
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