[Event Post]

[arknpcs3]

::Hey, Spirit Foundation folks! There's someone sitting at Shinoko's secretarial desk, spinning a card on the desk. It's a Magical Undertaker. They appear to be wearing a cloak and mask at the very least.

Wait, how did they get in.::

Comments

[i_like_red]

*Juudai walks through the door to the Spirit Foundation and does a double take when he sees the cloaked figure sitting at the desk.*

Who are you? And how did you get in here?

[arknpcs3]

Ah. You must be "Yuuki Juudai", and I used a key.

::Dangles it out, as if that explains everything.::

[i_like_red]

Where did you get the key?

[arknpcs3]

I'd really rather not get into something so trivial. Pressing on it will cause trouble for several people I have made promises to, and how about we get to more important things, shall we?

::Tosses the key over to you.::

See. Good faith.

[i_like_red]

*Juudai catches the key in his hand and looks down at it, before looking back up at his mysterious visitor. He's still a bit wary, but it seems like he came here for a reason.*

Very well. What is it what you want to discuss with me?

[arknpcs3]

I want to put the Numbers back in the box, so to speak.

::The fellows dusts their hands off.::

[i_like_red]

You mean, put them back where they came from?

[arknpcs3]

Yes, under one condition. It's very tiny and extremely reasonable, fits in most palms of hands.

[i_like_red]

...and what condition would that be?

[arknpcs3]

That I, Prisoner No.96, don't get put back.

[i_like_red]

*Juudai takes a step back in shock.*

You're one of the Numbers!?

*Juudai remain silent for a few moments before speaking again.*

I'm not going to make a deal like that.

[arknpcs3]

... And why not?

::They seem annoyed, picking up their card.::

[i_like_red]

Give me a good reason why you feel you deserve to kept free?

Your actions at the moment aren't really leading me to believe that you're reliable, considering that you took a key from one of my staff and let yourself in here uninvited in order to talk with me.

[arknpcs3]

You assume I took the key from someone and didn't have it on me to begin with. But that's an aside point. I haven't done anything since I got out. This is the first real action I've taken since having escaped.

Seems rather strange for a number, doesn't it?

[i_like_red]

Deciding whether you can go free is not my choice to make. I don't know anything about you and sorry... but I don't trust you either.

[arknpcs3]

A shame. I'd of hoped a peaceful arrangement could be met.

[i_like_red]

I'm all for peaceful arrangements, but I have no reason to believe you can be trustworthy right now.

[arknpcs3]

::Gets up, dusting themselves off.::

Then, may I find my way out?

[i_like_red]

*Juudai steps to one side and raises his hand towards the door, signalling that he can leave.*

[arknpcs3]

::Gets up and does so. Though you swear they're in a girl's body.::

[weavethebonds]

Susan is staring, holding a folder.

"Who are you."

[arknpcs3]

Wrong question. First question. Are you connected to this society?

[weavethebonds]

"..What."

[arknpcs3]

This organization. Society. Group. Order. Whatever you call it.

::Points to the whole building.::

Do you belong to it, girl?

[weavethebonds]

"Not really. I'm just dropping off a list of Endymion immigrants moving into the city."

[arknpcs3]

A shame then. I need to talk with someone connected to this place.

[weavethebonds]

"About what."

[arknpcs3]

::Twirls index fingers in the air and points them at you.::

The Numbers.