Outrealm [IC]

[Silent Assassin]

Daggart nearly stumbled over his own feet when Berthe insisted she was nothing special. It was expected, when one thought about it. Berthe didn't seem to be aware of Outrealm prior to this moment, even if this wasn't her first visit. Those who can enter Outrealm aren't too numerous, and Prodigies were less than 1% of all Asuras. The innocence game Berthe was playing seemingly twisted into reality -- she really didn't know which way was up in Outrealm. Exactly how much innocence though? That was the question. Her innocence convinced the Karma Society. Even Daggart buys it. Hell, he expected it. Perhaps he knows that she's hiding a bit more than you'd think subconsciously, but his subconscious wouldn't allow him to risk scaring or alienating a potential Prodigy.

"Nothing special? Why you? My dear, you have such low self-esteem for an Asura. My dear Asura, you are something special indeed." Daggart's tone remained calm and smooth. Almost buttery. The two reached a pair of white metal doors which opened horizontally after a green light scanned Daggart. He guided Berthe in by her hands, not letting go since he grasped them. "Come along, Asura."

The room was very large, to the point where the doors deceived one of its size. Rows of desks sat in the middle of the room, with various items scattered about on them: books, papers, miscellaneous devices. A smaller joined room could be seen to the west through a viewing glass. It looked like an interrogation room that police would use. It was white, just like the room and the rest of the building. In it was a white table with a matching chair. As fate would have it, Daggart would put her to sit in it, but not before running another scan. This one was a bit more invasive, and Berthe was likely to take issue with it because . . .

"Alright, Asura. Remove every article of clothing and step into this bio-pod." Daggart readied a clipboard and motioned towards a massive, cylindrical machine. Its door was opened. Nothing was inside, at all. On top of it all, Daggart seemed not even the least bit hesitant of asking -- more like ordering -- Berthe to remove her clothes. It was as if the concept of nakedness was lost to him, though everyone in Outrealm seemed to wear clothing. "Come on, dearest. Time is a gift, not a guarantee." He was getting a bit impatient, but his tone remained reassuring.