Tora Ramiel<br/><br/>Miguel moved as quickly as he could once he saw the camera to close the curtains of the broken window to protect Tora from its judging stare. The wind fought back to prevent the closing of the curtains, whipping them around as the man struggled to close them until he finally gave up with them semi closed. He moves with haste to grab his client and pull her out of that room into one outside of the view of the unflinching camera and the traitorous windows.<br/><br/>Once they were safely out of sight, he let go of his client to pace quickly around the room with his brow deeply furrowed. A hand of his helped to make the grooves deeper as he rubbed and pinched his forehead in agitation. â€œDo you have any idea how difficult that little outburst is going to make things?â€ He muttered to the fighter as he attempted to keep from earning some of her ire. â€œI can only do so much I can do, Ms. Ramiel.â€<br/><br/>He sighs heavily as he finds a seat and runs his hands over his suit and through his hair trying to smooth everything out... before pulling out a flask from his inner coat and taking a swig. â€œInadvertently destroying gym equipment is one thing, throwing gym equipment through a window where it could possibly hit bystanders is quite another...â€ He says frankly as he buries his face in his hand again as tries to think of a way out of this situation... either for the both of them or just him. â€œYou know the cops are going to get involved now after that little stunt...â€<br/><br/>He takes a couple calming breathes before finally pulling his face from his hand to look at her directly. â€œYou have to cooperate with the law when they get here Ms.Ramiel,â€ He tells her and interrupts any chance for her to talk back, â€œYou have no other options at this point! You have to miss this competition and take the punishment.â€ He gets back to his feet, both to show how sure he is... and to give him a chance to run just in case as he continues, â€œThe drug accusations will fall through like they always do and once the criminal charges are finished we can work on rebuilding your reputation.â€<br/><br/>Miguel hoped and prayed she listened to reason because, frankly, he doubted he could make it to the door before she put him in a full body cast.<br/><br/><br/>************************************************<br/><br/><br/>Corentin Makaki<br/><br/><br/>The ever increasing chaos of the less than necessary check points and high driver stress results in clogged streets just waiting to explode in riots. All ready the city was seeing an increase in traffic accidents and fights between drivers... To put it simply: getting to work was neither pleasant nor quick.<br/><br/>Once you got to the station it was not much better though. The increased security needs of the Paladins resulting in a overwhelming number of arrests and paper work, which meant a lot of overtired officers. To say the station was anything but quiet and calm would be an understatement with all the conversations and shouting going on. The station was filled with people being arrested, making complaints, or any number of other things and coffee fueled officers trying to deal with them.<br/><br/>Fortunately (or unfortunately), the chief catches you shortly after entering the station. â€œGrab a few extra officers and head over to the Crown Apartments. Someone just threw a treadmill through a window. There are some injuries and EMTs are on their way there. Just get the situation under control and deal with who ever is responsible! Get moving!â€  The chief did not give him much room to argue or debate as he quickly went back into the fray of the station's chaos to try and put of other fires as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>******************************************************<br/><br/>Fiona Tolmach and Vasryna Kilmtor<br/><br/><br/>Despite Vasryna's assurances that everything was normal, the situation was anything but. Luckily for her and her amorous/mourning pet, they were no longer the center of attention. The rain of thick glass had injured a few other walkers of the sidewalk prompting a moment of shock followed by panic and various people trying to help strangers with their wounds.<br/><br/>â€œBad luck seems to cling to both of you today,â€ A calm voice directed at both Fiona and Vasryna said. If the two ladies looked to the source they would see what could only be a beggar sitting against the building wall, shuffling an odd set of cards. His clothes were little more than a rough patchwork robe with a hood he had completely pulled up to obscure his face from view. Though mostly covered up, you both could note his hands were unusually pale, possibly sickly or even deathly in their coloration, and the hands of teenager.<br/><br/>It is hard to say if you remember him being there before but then again the homeless generally have that knock for just blending into the background. With all the chaos and commotion going on, it is also not really a surprise that nobody is taking notice of his presence. After all both of you would probably have missed him if he had not spoken to you. A surprising note about the scene though is the press show up before the police or ambulance... almost as if they had just been waiting for something like this to happen.<br/><br/>â€œPerhaps I can provide either or both of you a small lift in your day?â€ The oddly robed beggar says as he pays no attention to the scene unfolding. â€œOne free reading for each of you.â€ He shuffles his deck of cards one last time before flipping over a single card, a vivid picture of diverging paths leading off into a thick fog with the word â€œDESTINYâ€ writing on the bottom. He turns his head towards Vasryna, face stilled obscured by his hood. â€œYou should at least bandage that shoulder... it's not your time yet after all,â€ an odd, knowing, and creepy smile can be felt in his words when he address her before turning back to the ground in front of him.<br/><br/>He scoops up the card he had played and starts shuffling his card again in silence for several seconds before lifting his head up slightly. â€œEither of you interested in that free reading? One card each to tell you of the forgotten past, the obscured present, or the twisting future... What will it be?â€<br/><br/><br/>*******************************************<br/><br/>Niels Kronborg<br/><br/><br/>â€œWhatever you say kid,â€ one of your escorts say with a perceivable eye roll in his words. With those few words your imagined grand adventure comes crashing down. You find yourself not in a well equipped, high tech, secret base; but rather a warehouse that had been hastily modified into a makeshift hangar. Equipment is scattered about with no real organization, a fair amount of dust covers the crates and boxes that have not yet been moved out of the warehouse though they have been pushed sloppily to the far sides resulting in a couple being cracked or broken open. In looking around you do not see any Paladins beyond the rank of Squire... Mostly the bronze/copper markings of low Acolytes seem to be the guarding force.<br/><br/>The ship that everything set up around is by far the most impressive piece of this dusty warehouse, its sleek curves and elegant flowing runes across its surface suggests it possibly was/is a Paladin ship. The design is unfamiliar to you and you can see various workers diligently removing dirt and stone from the hull as if it had been embedded in the ground for some time. If you try and approach the relatively small ship, the guards will stop you and turn you away... especially if you try and go inside the downed vessel. From brief glimpses you can get of beyond the entrances and windows of the ship, you see the interior is in remarkably good condition... possibly even brand new in looks.<br/><br/>As you look over everything, you overhear two other experts talking quietly as to avoid drawing the attention of the guards.<br/><br/>â€œIt's not possible for anything to be intact after how long it has been buried.â€<br/><br/>â€œYou can believe what you want but that computer operates perfectly and most of the data is intact.â€<br/><br/>â€œSo you keep telling me.â€<br/><br/>â€œThe weird thing is most of the records, even the ones on the black box, are gone... I'm not talking data degradation but someone actually went in and erased everything... well almost everything.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhat do you mean by 'almost'?â€<br/><br/>â€œThere were two files I was sure that could be recovered but once I informed Squire Murphy about it, he had everyone locked out of the ship... I swear something is up.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhatever it is, I would rather stay out of it than be arrested by the Paladins so please stop talking.â€<br/><br/>The words to be quiet seemed to turn out to be wise as a Paladin came over to check up on their work. As for you... it seems either that they were not informed of your arrival yet, don't know who you are, or just don't care as nobody is making an effort to brief you on what you are suppose to do... So much for that hero of the alien invasion or bomb theory.