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| LimeyBlue | Mar 31 2012, 07:27 AM Post #16 |
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At the sound of the angry hiss Louisa flinched. Oh great, she really had done it now. She just stared down at the glass on her lap, waiting- What he said next took her by surprise. So much so that she glanced up, unable to hide the disbelief on her face. Sympathy? She'd never thought she'd have put the words 'Elite' and 'sympathetic' in the same sentence, or even the same room. And while her German was terrible at best, versprechen sounded strongly like 'promise'. Louisa sighed anyway. "I-I'm sorry. I only a-ask the questions. I d-don't have any other information. You'd need to g-go to the Geraldi Corp offices for that." This was all true. And she did feel a twinge of pity for this man. The way he'd said 'for the sake of Arcadia'...or possibly for someone living in it. |
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| Oldest_Revolution | Apr 2 2012, 04:42 AM Post #17 |
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She was right about the latter. He cared for someone living here in Arcadia. That would be Margaret. A green-eyed woman who was really a girl. A person he was lucky enough to call his baby sister. He fell back into his seat, elegantly, and rubbed his temples. Going to Geraldi Corp offices to heckle sources and names of people who had sensitive matters. They'll be so willing to hand it over. He knows it. Luca should possibly bring a bottle of wine or two. For himself and for bribery. Who said he wasn't a classy man? "I see." The two words could be up for interpretation. Disapproval? Denial? Disgust? "Do you have anymore questions to ask? Need a refill of water seeing yours was knocked earlier? Or should we have a break so we both can compose ourselves." We, not you. Either he was trying to keep her comfortable or he was genuinely stressed because of this. |
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| LimeyBlue | Apr 5 2012, 02:51 PM Post #18 |
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"I h-have a couple questions still, but I-I think a break would be...nice." Louisa definetely wanted a moment of composing. And relaxing. If she could be in a different room for at least a moment, that would help get her thoughts in line. How to casually pop out though? She fumbled with the glass in her hands....and hit an idea. "I've had enough water though, th-thank you." Louisa stood, surprised by the odd numbness in her legs. Had she really been seated for so long? Holding up the glass, she asked, "Wh-Where should I put this?" While hardly much of an excuse, it would allow Louisa to leave for the kitchen, which seemed an okay spot for a calm down. |
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| Oldest_Revolution | Apr 7 2012, 11:18 PM Post #19 |
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A break would be excellent. He can compose himself and try to guess what her next questions will be and she can compose herself and not worry about him trying to harm her somehow. It'll also give him time to make an appointment for Geraldi Corp to see if he could track down those names of the sources or not. This was a big matter to Luca. If other Elites found out he he was sitting on a potential threat and looked like he wasn't doing anything... He rather not think of that. Two steps at a time, good man. "Anywhere in the kitchen is fine. Take your time to put it in. I sometimes leave that place a mess so it'll take a while to find things." That's a bald face lie and Louisa will notice it the moment she entered the clean, well-organized kitchen and saw everything was in its rightful place. At least Luca was trying to make her feel like there was somewhere she can go to. "There's food if you want it but don't touch the alcohol. Most of that stuff is able to knock a man off his esel." Whatever the last word meant, it didn't sound like children should hear but the disarming, friendly grin he flashed to her hopefully showed he meant it in a goodmannered way. |
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| LimeyBlue | Apr 9 2012, 03:23 PM Post #20 |
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Louisa couldn't stop herself from sharing Mr Ludwig's grin. She had no clue what esel meant, but it sounded funny. She headed for the kitchen, leaving the questions and her notes on the chair. As she entered the kitchen, her first thought was 'a mess my foot'. Everything was in place, and there was an air of neatness to the room, the same one a person may find in a forbidden tomb. Although here there was better lighting. Placing the glass next to the impeccable sink, Louisa glanced at the door (which she'd made sure to shut behind her) then sort of flopped against the counter. Her arms twitched madly as she let herself relax, resting her forehead against a cupboard. "I never want to be a journalist. Ever", Louisa muttered to herself, straightening to study her reflection. Its hair was matted and everywhere, and even in the dark glass she could see its skin was oddly pale. Frowning, she attempted to pat down her hair into a slightly more acceptable mess. Then she spotted something else in her reflection. Turning around, Louisa examined a photo on the opposite wall. It was Mr Ludwig and a young lady. They looked remarkably similar. Siblings, maybe? Louisa turned away and headed back to the living room. She paused at the door for a moment though, rolled her shoulders, and then re-entered the room. "Break over?", she questioned, feeling a little calmer herself. |
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| Oldest_Revolution | Apr 15 2012, 08:26 AM Post #21 |
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Sighing in relief that the young girl left the room, Luca leaned back into his seat and rubbed his temples with more strength that was perhaps not needed. It's just this headache was probably one that wouldn't leave so easily. He began to mentally set down a list of things to do in the following up coming days, since his suddenly relaxing day off was turning into his usual work day: 1. Go to Citadel to report . Do whatever it takes to be the one who will personally investigate it so it won't fall into the wrong Elite. 2. Go to Geraldi Corp and 3. Go to the sources and determine if this was true. 4. ... He'll get to number four soon. One step at a time however. Jumping the gun never helped anyone. Or their careers. What a lovely thing work was. But. He couldn't really blame this interview for the sudden stress he felt. It was only a matter of time before the rumors of nonpowered people slipping into the city would reach the Elites' ears. Better him who didn't really care about nonpowered than an Elite who had a bias against them. That would have not ended well. Hearing her voice, he turned his head and gave a slight smile. "If you want it to be. I'm more than happy to answer any more questions." Long as they weren't such career bombs. "Is there--" --Damn it. He forgot. There was a photo of him and Margaret set on a wall in the kitchen since looking at it every morning was what made him want to go to work everyday. He had forgotten it was there. He forgot. How could he? For all the public knew, he was an only child due to the lack of records he managed to keep for himself to protect Margaret. Last thing he wanted was people knowing her and her powers. For a second an unreadable expression passed his face before he remembered where he was, smiled again and resumed speaking. "--Is there a question you'll like to ask the most? There usually is for a budding journalist like yourself." |
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| LimeyBlue | Apr 17 2012, 03:36 PM Post #22 |
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She couldn't help it. At the words 'budding journalist' Louisa smiled. A dry, emotionless smile. Picking up the questions she sat back down, scanning down through the already answered ones. Two remained. Both made her stomach crunch into practically nothing. Those few precious minutes of relaxation were starting to seem like a waste of time. With pen in hand, Louisa started the questioning again. Choking slightly on the first one though, as it startled her quite a lot. "Uuum, what d-do you think.." A gulp. Her mind was blurring frantically. "Of the terrorist group, the Messiah Complex?" Dammit Dad, what were you thinking?! |
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| Oldest_Revolution | Apr 19 2012, 11:08 AM Post #23 |
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"The Messiah Complex." Three words with so many feelings and thoughts about it. Luca tilted his head in consideration but was desperately wishing for a cigarette right now as his head pounded with a migraine. While he didn't have the same zeal certain other Elites had, he did hold That One Group with disdain and contempt that most of the Elites most hold was well. That One Group made life complicated with what all the running around and fighting and stirring and general mess making. Life being complicated meant danger. Danger due to complicated life meant Margaret possibly getting hurt. Not Good in his books. They're a bloody headache is what they are. When we catch them, there'll be hell to pay for the unneeded mess and drama they create in the City every bloody time they so much as breathe. Those were the first words that came in mind when the question was asked but he, of course, didn't say it outloud. No matter how badly he wanted. The Elite had a spotty reputation with public at best. There isn't a need to fan the fires. His other job for the Elite, essentially, was to make sure they didn't have a spotty relationship. "I believe they're just misunderstanding the Wise Men and the reasons they have when it comes to Arcadia." Short and brief. The Messiah Complex was from what he heard, to his incredulity, popular with the public despite their attempts to hide it. He didn't want to come off as a bad guy in this. "The conflicts we have with them from time to time can be resolved peacefully if we both give the other a chance. Both groups want what's only the best for Arcadia." He can't help but make one little comment however. "I personally believe the name, the Messiah Complex, is a fitting name for this group. After all, it is a name is a person's state of mind where they hold a believe that they are, or are destined to become, a savior. Usually in situations and scenarios when one isn't needed. Does that answer your question?" |
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| LimeyBlue | Apr 25 2012, 12:21 PM Post #24 |
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"Yes...I..I think it does." Well, it also cleared up a couple things Louisa had been curious about. The name had been one, but she felt a tinge of pride since she'd placed it close to the same idea of a 'god complex'. Most of all she felt relief. At the fact Mr Ludwig hadn't bitten her head off for asking about the MC. Louisa scribbled down the answers, including that extra comment. She let a small smile alight at the fact she was on the final question. But then again, the last one was always hardest. She stared at the question. Tilted her head. Frowned. "This last question...you said not to ask about your work, and th-this one seems heavily involved. If you wish, y-you don't have to answer it." "Any news on the whereab-bouts of th-the notorious Aidric Carter?" |
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| Oldest_Revolution | Apr 28 2012, 11:41 PM Post #25 |
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If it helps Louisa's nerves in anyway, Luca's first response was to laugh a bit. A warm, well-meaning laugh as if he didn't expect it. Whether it was just an attempt to keep her from panicking earlier or he was actually amused by the comment was up to debate. "Luckily for me, and possibly sadly for you, that's not under my jurisdiction for the time being." Technically, all the Elite were on the lookout for the Messiah Complex. He just didn't have specific orders to do so. Most times he just looked up reports or that dealt with Normals due to his lack of opinion on them. It made 'accidents' less likely to happen to them and a scandal to happen. "I can give you names of who do have the mission to look for him, however, to make up for the lack of answer. Will that help?" |
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| LimeyBlue | May 1 2012, 10:55 AM Post #26 |
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Louisa opened her mouth to say 'Yes' when a small thought wormed it's way in. What if this was a test? If she said yes, then he'd be handing over what could be important information. Then it could mean that there was someone else she was working for.....However, curiousity beat the thought to her mind. "Y-Yes please", Louisa said, hoping that her pause for thought had gone unnoticed. Butterflies in her stomach quietly worried away at the leap of risk she'd taken, but Louisa kept a half-way serious face, holding onto some amusement from Ludwig's earlier laugh. |
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| Oldest_Revolution | May 5 2012, 07:02 AM Post #27 |
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A few seconds he doesn't speak as if considering something before he reaches out and he takes a notebook and a pen that was resting on the coffee table that sits beside him. If Louisa peers closely enough, she might note that there are scribbles like '6:12 AM -- Investigated claims of X-2...' and '3:50 PM -- X-5 moved from Acheron's Run's run to...' before he flips to a new page and begins writing down a few names. He then rips it off and folds it up, handing it over to her to take. The page was far, far away from the earlier pages that had words on it so there won't be any indentations to look for if she tried to see what those were all about. "I'm sure the Elite listed here will be more than happy to give any interview or questions if you have them." The list wouldn't be of much help in reality. Just some random Elites who wouldn't have any actual information about their attempts to hunt down the infamous Messiah Complex leader. Luca felt bad he was playing Louisa, she was only doing her job, but better to appear cooperative now and find out being a phony later. He wouldn't have to deal with the initial fallout of his ruse being discovered. "I hope this interview was of any help to you. If not, please don't be a stranger! Come back if you have the time or any follow up questions. And before you go -- Did you notice anything in the kitchen while you were there?" Like a photo, perhaps? |
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| LimeyBlue | May 10 2012, 04:01 PM Post #28 |
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When Mr Ludwig flipped through his notebook, Louisa did spot a couple notes. She hit down 'X-5' and 'AR' on the back of her hand whilst he was writing down the names. Hopefully he wouldn't notice the ink scrawl later on. Even so, she decided to favour the other hand when she took the list of names with a small smile and a "Thank you very much." Louisa had no intention of seeking out those on the list for interviews, seeing one Elite had been enough. It was be more likely that she'd pass the list onto a proper journalist on her dad’s team. She stood, preparing to leave and nodding absent-mindedly as Mr Ludwig gave his invitation for her to return (highly unlikely). His last question caught Louisa by surprise. "...The kitchen?", she said with a frown. Could it be...that he was referring to the photo? Oh. Very curious. Very, very curious. "N-Nothing much. Only that it was very tidy", Louisa replied calmly. "Thank you again, for your patience and hospitality." With a respectful smile, she left. It would be a good few hours before she would realise she'd left her father's business card at Ludwig's apartment. |
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