Dr. Gregory Matthew "Doc" Xanatos
Freelancer (Uxie)
Psychiatric Correction Facility outside Anville, Unova
ARPers: Sabi

Doc is quite pleased with the fact that the girl was catching on relatively quickly. Her speech carries acknowledgement of his position, somehow. His (regular, normal, human) intuition twigs him to that fact, but there is something, something that he is missing in that message. Another meaning, hidden among the several.

Eleven. Time. A clock?

Doc positions a clock in his head, and places the girl at its center. He covertly sweep his gaze across the room, making sure to include the entirety of the vector starting from the girl and continuing in the 11 o'clock direction.
He makes sure not to be seen actually staring in that direction, but he calls on his memory of the sight, examining it carefully. There's almost no discrepancy in the vision–in fact, none that Doc would have noticed if he wasn't carefully paying attention to his memory. However, Doc is paying attention, and so he notices a nearly seemless glamour, concealing an illusionist, probably one of the Zorua line.

Doc gives a barely perceptible nod as the warden smiles nastily,"Well then, who am I to separate you from your charms? Enjoy yourself Dr..."

"Hemmingway." Doc lies smoothly.

"Dr. Hemmingway." She smiles thinly at the patient,"I think I'm going to enjoy it greatly the next time I see you. Everyone else appears to be processed. Let's go."

At that, everyone, clearly having no desire to anger the warden, follows her into the building, leaving the doctor and the patient alone.

Doc then turns to the woman as though to whisper unsanitary things into her ear, using her hair to obscure his mouth. But instead of whispering said unsanitary things, Doc barely breathes out,"Do tell our good friend to cast a glamour over us. I don't wish to seen, nor overheard.


Deep Blue the Metagross
Freelancer Pokemon
Northern Victory Road
ARPers: None

As Deep approaches the destination, he notices that the landscape is changing. Instead of the caverns that Deep is used to, there are ruins of a broken building. The building is breathtaking, even so subjected to the ravages of time. But as Deep Blue walks to the back, he sees something.

In the middle of a burnt and broken garden, there is naught but a single stone, an island of gray in an ocean of burnt black. It stands proudly, completely contrasting the surroundings. On it is a single glyph.

Deep notices a woman stepping out of the shadows (strangely, this woman managed to completely sidestep Deep's considerable psychic abilities, to his chagrin). She's tall–easily Doc's match in height. She is lithe and leonine, and while her face is kind, it also has a great number of battle scars, and her posture is extremely dangerous. She has blond hair currently worn to her waist, but the various ways it is bent suggest that it was usually worn more out of the way, at least in recent times. Her face speaks of grief for a fallen ally–not someone close, but definitely someone respected. She kneels, whispers something in a language that seems vaguely familiar but not understandable to Deep, crosses a red rose with a blue one on top of the grave, gets up, and walks towards Deep.

And then Cynthia, former Champion of Sinnoh and most infamous mythographer in the world, gives Deep Blue a warm smile and says,"Greetings, young Metagross. It would appear we would have a lot to talk about."