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Day 28; Bus 3
There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.
It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.
She didn't care if she looked pretty.
Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....
At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....
It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.
She didn't care if she looked pretty.
Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....
At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....
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"Would you mind telling me about your 'world?'" Rinali asked politely. "I probably won't understand everything, but I'd be interested to hear."
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"Midchilda?" It wasn't really hers, per se. And she hoped Rinali liked hearing about the military, because that was what Signum knew best. "It's the capital world of the Spacetime Administration Bureau, and is preeminent among the dimensional-spacefaring worlds. It's been that way for the last 73 years. Almost the entire technological base was shifted over to magical systems in the fifty years preceding. The reforms and political power have made it prosperous and compared to most worlds it is considered utopian. The Spacetime Administration Bureau draws most of its recruits, does most of its research, and contracts most of its manufacturing in Midchilda, so they're considered synonymous by many, but many elements of the TSA, especially the newer generations of the Dimensional Navy admirality, are more impartial and have created rifts between the Bureau apparatus and the Midchildan central government."
And break for leading questions. Signum was sure the girl had some preferences in what she heard about.
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"What's the TSA?" she asked, trying her best to keep all of the details straight in her brain to report back to Komui. "I'm guessing that's a government..."
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The frown disappeared and was replaced by a smirk as she related this. GFHQ was going to be pretty unhappy when they found out a few TSA personnel and kids fresh out of basic masquerading as an advanced training unit had been doing their jobs for them, but they deserved to get shown up. Holing up in a big shielded tower and building a few anti-orbital weapon emplacements and thinking their jobs were done... as a Knight, she had plenty of disdain for that kind of lazy attitude towards war.
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But no, it was silly to think of those things. Silly and selfish. She shook off the notion. "That sounds like an interesting organization." She commented.
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"So what did you do?" The institute mostly seemed to collect outstanding types, so she figured the girl would probably have a few good stories. Maybe she'd had her hands in this Innocence business.
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That was a decent enough explanation. She wasn't sure what Signum knew about Akuma, Exorcists, or the Earl of the Millennium, but she anticipated Signum would ask if she had any questions.
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"Earl of the Millenium?" She decided to focus on the big name. Improbable substances aside, weapons were weapons. It was the people who wielded them that made things interesting.
Okay, that was a lie, she found the mechanics of the weapons and the implications for combat tactics fairly interesting too. She might be a one-trick Knight, but it still paid to know what else was on the battlefield. But best to get the big picture and work her way in.
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She paused briefly. Undoubtedly there were further questions in her explanations about all of this.
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