<span style="font-size: 12px">Dia frowned at the term Guardian. She couldn’t understand why anyone at the Directorate would have chosen <i>that</i> word to describe what they did, what she did. If anything, their most recent assignments had been assassinations, for which she had been Acting Analyst ,while Lani was away. No. Guardian was not the proper term to describe their work. Nor was protector, or savior or any of the other terms created by the humans to fulfill their innate need to label and place her kind into neat little boxes. Sometimes, they could have been guardians and other times they were killers. It merely depending on the day of the week. <br/>
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Sighing, her lips parted to respond but her dark eyebrows drew in at the mention of her lost memory. She sucked in a quick breath. This woman was a part of the Conclave and very high up—who would go out of their way to wipe her memory? Dia was only assuming, of course, that her memory had been wiped. She didn’t understand much about the Conclave or their practices. But from what she knew or had been told, it was pretty difficult to pull one over on them. She licked her lips, deep in thought. <br/>
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<b>“I prefer the term Detective, but yes.” </b>She stepped closer to the woman, eyes trained on the ground for any type of clue that might have provided more information to this story. She surveyed the moist ground for a moment before recognizing a sharp line of demarcation in the land traveling between the woman and herself. She couldn’t see where it had ended, but it was rather large and circular. <i>A barrier? </i>Perhaps one enchanted to clear memories or to render its constituents mentally disoriented. She peered down at her own feet, careful not to step any closer. In fact, the hybrid retreated, using her hand to beckon towards the woman. <br/>
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<b>“Yea, you should probably come this way.” </b>There wasn’t any telling what else the area had been hexed with. <b>“I’d like to take you down to the headquarters. Get a statement and proceed with an interview, if you don’t mind.” </b>The other woman’s guard appeared to have dropped at the mention of her working for NOLADOR. Dia supposed that that was one perk of the job. As soon as she mentioned who she was, supernaturals were sometimes less likely to try to kill her. <i>Sometimes</i>. She turned, facing the direction from which she came. Her eyes and ears were still alert.  <b>“I’m on a case, but you might just be my first clue. Perhaps we can figure out what happened here, what happened to you.” </b>This confused woman was the closest thing that Dia had to a lead on her brother and she needed her to comply. </span>