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Dialectical Hermeticist
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Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
NOVEMBER 10TH 2013
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, WASHINGTON D.C.
09:35
It's a cold morning. Colder than you've felt since moving here, fitting the cool greys and blues of the city. The air is still, though - flat, like you're trapped in tupperware; a bug under a ten-year-old's manic eye. At least the Hoover Building is a-bustle, as always. A/C turned up maybe a little too high so a few clerks are in shirt-sleeves, not so much that anyone is risking Deputy Ops' wrath over loose ties.
First day on the new assignment. It took twenty minutes to find the basement rooms that house Special Circumstances. A little dingy, a little dusty. The door is ajar.
Spender
And inside you wait. This has been your lair so long you've practically bled into the walls. Well, some of the posters have, maybe.
That much-requested help is on the way. You've got their dossiers in a drawer, and some case files on your desk.
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, WASHINGTON D.C.
09:35
It's a cold morning. Colder than you've felt since moving here, fitting the cool greys and blues of the city. The air is still, though - flat, like you're trapped in tupperware; a bug under a ten-year-old's manic eye. At least the Hoover Building is a-bustle, as always. A/C turned up maybe a little too high so a few clerks are in shirt-sleeves, not so much that anyone is risking Deputy Ops' wrath over loose ties.
First day on the new assignment. It took twenty minutes to find the basement rooms that house Special Circumstances. A little dingy, a little dusty. The door is ajar.
Spender
And inside you wait. This has been your lair so long you've practically bled into the walls. Well, some of the posters have, maybe.
That much-requested help is on the way. You've got their dossiers in a drawer, and some case files on your desk.
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
Help, the Assistant Director had said. Help, in that oddly accommodating voice as if he offered Fox some sort of benediction for a heretofore sterling record. Not just a partner, but three more agents to help with a brace of new case files. Fucking Christmas.
Cold days in Hell and all.
He hunched over the files, looking back to his maps to verify every so often. Mutilations of cattle were typical enough, though the numbers... Fox palmed the Seattle file and felt a little tingle run through his shoulders. Something about these murders spoke to him. Something familiar, but he couldn't say what.
Help, the Assistant Director had said. Help, in that oddly accommodating voice as if he offered Fox some sort of benediction for a heretofore sterling record. Not just a partner, but three more agents to help with a brace of new case files. Fucking Christmas.
Cold days in Hell and all.
He hunched over the files, looking back to his maps to verify every so often. Mutilations of cattle were typical enough, though the numbers... Fox palmed the Seattle file and felt a little tingle run through his shoulders. Something about these murders spoke to him. Something familiar, but he couldn't say what.
Moon Du-Han
Moon shifts in his suit, trying to get it to settle before opening the door to this new assignment. One on one, there is a chance to read what the "Higher Ups" have in store for you, friend of foe. Not so much when it is faceless orders upon high, not knowing where in the bureaucracy and for what intention "they" aim to achieve. It's not all bad, there are plenty of good Agents, working cases, making a difference. Even a few superiors who lead by example, knowing where to leverage for the best results for the case. The suit feels heavy this morning to Du-han, perhaps to some this assignment would equate it to straight-jacket for this office, however he dismisses the notion from his mind. No, more like a suit of chain-mail for the work ahead. Wear if with pride. Well, the badge at least. Time to walk through the ajar door ahead. With a tingle up his spine, like he was being watched, he rapped his knuckles against the door while entering the office.
“Agent Spender? Agent Du-han. I've been assigned to your office.” Scanning around the room, some flags raise in the profiling, but nothing to worry about. Clearly, someone dedicated has claimed this space. Walking forwards, he offers a hand, but takes no offense in it not being accepted. This is Spender’s personal space; be forwards and open, let him speak. “Guess I am the first to arrive. Mind if I take a seat?”
Moon shifts in his suit, trying to get it to settle before opening the door to this new assignment. One on one, there is a chance to read what the "Higher Ups" have in store for you, friend of foe. Not so much when it is faceless orders upon high, not knowing where in the bureaucracy and for what intention "they" aim to achieve. It's not all bad, there are plenty of good Agents, working cases, making a difference. Even a few superiors who lead by example, knowing where to leverage for the best results for the case. The suit feels heavy this morning to Du-han, perhaps to some this assignment would equate it to straight-jacket for this office, however he dismisses the notion from his mind. No, more like a suit of chain-mail for the work ahead. Wear if with pride. Well, the badge at least. Time to walk through the ajar door ahead. With a tingle up his spine, like he was being watched, he rapped his knuckles against the door while entering the office.
“Agent Spender? Agent Du-han. I've been assigned to your office.” Scanning around the room, some flags raise in the profiling, but nothing to worry about. Clearly, someone dedicated has claimed this space. Walking forwards, he offers a hand, but takes no offense in it not being accepted. This is Spender’s personal space; be forwards and open, let him speak. “Guess I am the first to arrive. Mind if I take a seat?”
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
Spender half-rises and gratefully takes the proffered hand. Seems reasonable enough so far--most just stare at the random shit tacked on the wall.
"Sit, yeah, sit!" Sitting back down, Spender self-consciously removes the pen he'd been chewing on while reviewing the files. He regards his fellow a moment. "So, what do you think about being sent to the sideshow?"
Spender half-rises and gratefully takes the proffered hand. Seems reasonable enough so far--most just stare at the random shit tacked on the wall.
"Sit, yeah, sit!" Sitting back down, Spender self-consciously removes the pen he'd been chewing on while reviewing the files. He regards his fellow a moment. "So, what do you think about being sent to the sideshow?"
Robert A.B. Sgordon
There was a strange creaking on the floor outside that stopped and then a polite knock on the door, a little lower than expected, but it was still firm enough to belong to a reasonably fit adult. After it was acknowledge, the door would open, letting a rather neutral-faced blonde man on a wheelchair to dextrously wheel himself in.
"Apologies for my lateness, Agent Spender," he spoke out after he came in and closed the door behind him, offering the other agent in the office a quick nod in a greeting. "Agent Sgordon, I've been assigned to your office as of yesterday."
-Let's get this done, the sooner I get out of this department, the sooner I can get back to the others and that case.-
There was a strange creaking on the floor outside that stopped and then a polite knock on the door, a little lower than expected, but it was still firm enough to belong to a reasonably fit adult. After it was acknowledge, the door would open, letting a rather neutral-faced blonde man on a wheelchair to dextrously wheel himself in.
"Apologies for my lateness, Agent Spender," he spoke out after he came in and closed the door behind him, offering the other agent in the office a quick nod in a greeting. "Agent Sgordon, I've been assigned to your office as of yesterday."
-Let's get this done, the sooner I get out of this department, the sooner I can get back to the others and that case.-
Alexandra
The black-eyed cousin
Diane Cooper
Clearly Spender hadn't been joking when he said they'd hidden him away in the basement. Diane picked her way past storage shelves in the corridor, nearly missing the turn for the office. Se knocked twice before opening the door, and eyeing the three men inside.
"Hello," she offers with a polite smile, "I'm Agent Cooper."
Clearly Spender hadn't been joking when he said they'd hidden him away in the basement. Diane picked her way past storage shelves in the corridor, nearly missing the turn for the office. Se knocked twice before opening the door, and eyeing the three men inside.
"Hello," she offers with a polite smile, "I'm Agent Cooper."
Moon Du-Han
"Well, at least it appears we are all punctual." Moon cracks a smile at the arrivals. "Du-han. Pleasure to meet you all." He offers a handshake to each in turn. No ice left to break here.
"Well, at least it appears we are all punctual." Moon cracks a smile at the arrivals. "Du-han. Pleasure to meet you all." He offers a handshake to each in turn. No ice left to break here.
Robert A.B. Sgordon
His smile was brief and polite (if somewhat strained) as he quickly shock the overly friendly Agent's hand, "Sgordon, but I'm sure you heard it earlier."
To Cooper, he gives the same perfunctory, greeting nod he gave Du-Han when he first arrived.
His smile was brief and polite (if somewhat strained) as he quickly shock the overly friendly Agent's hand, "Sgordon, but I'm sure you heard it earlier."
To Cooper, he gives the same perfunctory, greeting nod he gave Du-Han when he first arrived.
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
"Coffee, Cooper? Can only offer it black--we don't rate for sugar. Gentlemen?" Spender shuffled his way past the new desks toward the percolator. "I may have the disdain of half the Bureau, but I make damn good coffee." Swirling his drink cool, he regarded his new subordinates, co-workers really. "I understand what you've most likely heard about this place. The graffiti on the door says enough. But here's a rundown, if you're behind: I'm a kook, I go after weirdness no self-respecting agent or department would touch, I shit conspiracy theory when Pillsbury-poked, and I will butt heads with the Assistant Director in ways that section chiefs only dream."
He gulps down some Kona and smiles
"I take exception to the fact about conspiracies: I'll bring that crap up if I'm bored and we've got a long drive ahead. You don't want to be here? Too bad. AD gave you to me, so there's a reason you're here, even if a little while." He shrugs. "Them's the breaks. Show of hands who likes cattle mutilations? Unsolved, barely-connected serial killings?"
"Coffee, Cooper? Can only offer it black--we don't rate for sugar. Gentlemen?" Spender shuffled his way past the new desks toward the percolator. "I may have the disdain of half the Bureau, but I make damn good coffee." Swirling his drink cool, he regarded his new subordinates, co-workers really. "I understand what you've most likely heard about this place. The graffiti on the door says enough. But here's a rundown, if you're behind: I'm a kook, I go after weirdness no self-respecting agent or department would touch, I shit conspiracy theory when Pillsbury-poked, and I will butt heads with the Assistant Director in ways that section chiefs only dream."
He gulps down some Kona and smiles
"I take exception to the fact about conspiracies: I'll bring that crap up if I'm bored and we've got a long drive ahead. You don't want to be here? Too bad. AD gave you to me, so there's a reason you're here, even if a little while." He shrugs. "Them's the breaks. Show of hands who likes cattle mutilations? Unsolved, barely-connected serial killings?"
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Moon Du-Han
Taking in Spenders willingness to accept the labels that have been applied to him, Du-han speaks. "So be it. Well, I'd expect my background leads itself moreso towards the serial cases, however, what do you think? Had a chance to briefly go over the personnel files?" Certainly seems to enjoy himself openly, for someone supposedly ostracised. Unless he likes it that way, himself... "Oh, and straight black, thank you."
Taking in Spenders willingness to accept the labels that have been applied to him, Du-han speaks. "So be it. Well, I'd expect my background leads itself moreso towards the serial cases, however, what do you think? Had a chance to briefly go over the personnel files?" Certainly seems to enjoy himself openly, for someone supposedly ostracised. Unless he likes it that way, himself... "Oh, and straight black, thank you."
Alexandra
The black-eyed cousin
Diane Cooper
"I'm good for coffee at the moment, thanks. Need to stop drinking so much of the stuff."
She pauses to consider the two cases before continuing, turning Spender's description of himself over in her head.
"Well, "like" would be a strong term, but I prefer to deal with dead people over animals."
"I'm good for coffee at the moment, thanks. Need to stop drinking so much of the stuff."
She pauses to consider the two cases before continuing, turning Spender's description of himself over in her head.
"Well, "like" would be a strong term, but I prefer to deal with dead people over animals."
Robert A.B. Sgordon
"Ah, no thank you, can't do stimulants at the moment I'm afraid, doctor's orders."
While truthful, the words flowed out of his mouth to cover up his momentary pause at his sheer shock at his new Section Chief.
He was sent to this....this fiasco?! Just when did the A.D. freaking loose their minds? Was it the wheelchair? Or the fact that someone who was supposed to be a simple outsourced replacement in a slap-dash team out performed a lot of veteran teams on a serial murderer case?
Still, the serial cases was...well, hopefully they will make his time in this department worth it until he had enough clout to transfer back to his old department.
"Serial killings I can do, it's why I'm a Federal Agent," the words kept flowing from his mouth, covering his shock and dismay. "Cattle mutilations...not so much I'm afraid."
- What the hell's going on here? How is this department even here? -
"Ah, no thank you, can't do stimulants at the moment I'm afraid, doctor's orders."
While truthful, the words flowed out of his mouth to cover up his momentary pause at his sheer shock at his new Section Chief.
He was sent to this....this fiasco?! Just when did the A.D. freaking loose their minds? Was it the wheelchair? Or the fact that someone who was supposed to be a simple outsourced replacement in a slap-dash team out performed a lot of veteran teams on a serial murderer case?
Still, the serial cases was...well, hopefully they will make his time in this department worth it until he had enough clout to transfer back to his old department.
"Serial killings I can do, it's why I'm a Federal Agent," the words kept flowing from his mouth, covering his shock and dismay. "Cattle mutilations...not so much I'm afraid."
- What the hell's going on here? How is this department even here? -
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
"Good, good. And yeah, I'd been reviewing files when you all rolled in." Fox downs the last of the coffee with an appreciative sigh. "I can't reasonably send you all to investigate the serial killings--AD would just love that. No, one of you will be coming with me to the great peach pit of the planet, Georgia."
He falls silent and looks over the agents before him. "Sgordon, I'd like you on the murders, yeah." Fox slides the case file forward. "Cooper, Du Han, well, honestly, you're both master classes like Sgordon when it comes to profiling. Therefore, whomever I take with me to Georgia will have to grin and bear it while I postulate over dead cows." Placating palms rise to meet any disagreement. "I didn't even pick this one. Cattle mutilation's heyday was in the '60s, '70s, and '80s. Someone thought it'd be cute to send over and watch me squander budget.
"So, who'd like to fall on a sword? Making me decide will introduce you to my thrilling theories on number stations and their resonance with certain manned missions in '60s." An eyebrow curves up in question. He could bullshit theory on the fly.
"Good, good. And yeah, I'd been reviewing files when you all rolled in." Fox downs the last of the coffee with an appreciative sigh. "I can't reasonably send you all to investigate the serial killings--AD would just love that. No, one of you will be coming with me to the great peach pit of the planet, Georgia."
He falls silent and looks over the agents before him. "Sgordon, I'd like you on the murders, yeah." Fox slides the case file forward. "Cooper, Du Han, well, honestly, you're both master classes like Sgordon when it comes to profiling. Therefore, whomever I take with me to Georgia will have to grin and bear it while I postulate over dead cows." Placating palms rise to meet any disagreement. "I didn't even pick this one. Cattle mutilation's heyday was in the '60s, '70s, and '80s. Someone thought it'd be cute to send over and watch me squander budget.
"So, who'd like to fall on a sword? Making me decide will introduce you to my thrilling theories on number stations and their resonance with certain manned missions in '60s." An eyebrow curves up in question. He could bullshit theory on the fly.
Moon Du-Han
"젠장." Du-han mutters to himself. "I'll go to Georgia. Never been to that part of the country, might as well see if it's as charming as I expect." He continues in an almost sardonic, monotone. "I take it you've got some reading material for the road trip?" Why in any god's name am I inflicting this on myself. Off to some sticking hot hicksville, where there is an equally warm reception for short, gay koreans. Jenjang, well... "A cases is a case." Finishing his thoughts aloud. "And I'll have to do some extra reading for it." A case is a case and I expect myself to treat it as such, regardless of subject.
"젠장." Du-han mutters to himself. "I'll go to Georgia. Never been to that part of the country, might as well see if it's as charming as I expect." He continues in an almost sardonic, monotone. "I take it you've got some reading material for the road trip?" Why in any god's name am I inflicting this on myself. Off to some sticking hot hicksville, where there is an equally warm reception for short, gay koreans. Jenjang, well... "A cases is a case." Finishing his thoughts aloud. "And I'll have to do some extra reading for it." A case is a case and I expect myself to treat it as such, regardless of subject.
Robert A.B. Sgordon
Another nod as he very awkwardly wheels himself a little closer to the table to pick up the case file. The rest of the room fading into the background for a moment.
"Understood," he replied, his voice already sounding somewhat distant as he picked up the file slightly shaky hands and opened it.
This was the first case he had since returning from his forced leave, the first case since that clown decided to toy with him.
Another nod as he very awkwardly wheels himself a little closer to the table to pick up the case file. The rest of the room fading into the background for a moment.
"Understood," he replied, his voice already sounding somewhat distant as he picked up the file slightly shaky hands and opened it.
This was the first case he had since returning from his forced leave, the first case since that clown decided to toy with him.
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Alexandra
The black-eyed cousin
Diane Cooper
"Damn. And I would've loved that number stations lecture."
Whether or not this was sarcasm remains up in the air.
"Have you got a second file there?" she asks Sgordon, moving a little closer.
"Damn. And I would've loved that number stations lecture."
Whether or not this was sarcasm remains up in the air.
"Have you got a second file there?" she asks Sgordon, moving a little closer.
Robert A.B. Sgordon
-Three dead kids...why was this se-
Cooper's question broke him out his revere and he cleared his throat before he spoke relatively quickly, "Err-yes, yes, our case file...I suppose we better get started." Looking up at his new section chief (and symbol of his new hell) he continued even as he oh so awkwardly reversed from the table after handing the file to Cooper, more like thrust out to her to cover up his , "If that is all sir..."
Now, since everyone was gathered around the main table, and Agent Cooper was especially close, Robert had to be a little more careful with his manoeuvring, no crush toes on his watch! Unfortunately, he had paid as much attention to the office layout as he should have and so as he reversed, he backed right into the small table behind him, with an audible thud.
Right into its corner.
With a pained grimace, he shrugged at the others, and turned to Spender, "Do you think you can use my disability status to get some nicer...more rounded tables? Seriously, I will help."
-Seriously you fucking clown, I will fucking find you and end you...or just shoot you in the back twice. Yeah, let's see how you'd like that.-
-Three dead kids...why was this se-
Cooper's question broke him out his revere and he cleared his throat before he spoke relatively quickly, "Err-yes, yes, our case file...I suppose we better get started." Looking up at his new section chief (and symbol of his new hell) he continued even as he oh so awkwardly reversed from the table after handing the file to Cooper, more like thrust out to her to cover up his , "If that is all sir..."
Now, since everyone was gathered around the main table, and Agent Cooper was especially close, Robert had to be a little more careful with his manoeuvring, no crush toes on his watch! Unfortunately, he had paid as much attention to the office layout as he should have and so as he reversed, he backed right into the small table behind him, with an audible thud.
Right into its corner.
With a pained grimace, he shrugged at the others, and turned to Spender, "Do you think you can use my disability status to get some nicer...more rounded tables? Seriously, I will help."
-Seriously you fucking clown, I will fucking find you and end you...or just shoot you in the back twice. Yeah, let's see how you'd like that.-
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
"Not a problem, I doubt they'd balk at that kind of change in here. I'll call Maintenance in a few."
Fox eyes the man, his demeanor. Game time. "Three dead. All young, all unconnected, supposedly. Autopsies for first two are in there. It's in my wheelhouse--our wheelhouse--by someone's reckoning. Maybe Criminal Behavior just wanted to pass it off. Regardless, we're giving it a shake. I think you'll both do swimmingly here. Stop that 'sir' shit, too. Name's Spender. Agent, if you're disagreeable to that."
"You, my friend," he turns to Du Han, "may find this amusing. We're going to a crappier part of Georgia, which is largely everything outside Atlanta and Savannah. Twenty head of cattle, all neatly bisected. Numbers and methodology, that's what I'm guessing flagged it for me. Even the AD doesn't like to humor other departments when this sort of thing rolls in, so it's special in some way."
"Not a problem, I doubt they'd balk at that kind of change in here. I'll call Maintenance in a few."
Fox eyes the man, his demeanor. Game time. "Three dead. All young, all unconnected, supposedly. Autopsies for first two are in there. It's in my wheelhouse--our wheelhouse--by someone's reckoning. Maybe Criminal Behavior just wanted to pass it off. Regardless, we're giving it a shake. I think you'll both do swimmingly here. Stop that 'sir' shit, too. Name's Spender. Agent, if you're disagreeable to that."
"You, my friend," he turns to Du Han, "may find this amusing. We're going to a crappier part of Georgia, which is largely everything outside Atlanta and Savannah. Twenty head of cattle, all neatly bisected. Numbers and methodology, that's what I'm guessing flagged it for me. Even the AD doesn't like to humor other departments when this sort of thing rolls in, so it's special in some way."
Robert A.B. Sgordon
Spender's game face was a minor relief to Robert, that his new head was able to take things seriously, that relief was killed as he listened to Spender's cliff notes of his case.
"We'll get right on it," he nods once and looks back at Cooper. "Looking forward to working with you."
Spender's game face was a minor relief to Robert, that his new head was able to take things seriously, that relief was killed as he listened to Spender's cliff notes of his case.
"We'll get right on it," he nods once and looks back at Cooper. "Looking forward to working with you."
Alexandra
The black-eyed cousin
Diane Cooper
.....19....22...17....undetermined...
Diane is unresponsive for a moment as she tries to puzzle out the information in front of her, brow furrowing a little.
Then she nods, looking at her new partner.
"Absolutely," she agrees, waving the case file a little, "So what do you make of this so far?"
.....19....22...17....undetermined...
Diane is unresponsive for a moment as she tries to puzzle out the information in front of her, brow furrowing a little.
Then she nods, looking at her new partner.
"Absolutely," she agrees, waving the case file a little, "So what do you make of this so far?"
Moon Du-Han
After an initial feeling of being peeved at being chosen for the Georgia assignment, considering his skillset, he chastises himself for not immediately recognising why they were picked. Damn, here I was about about to be pissed at being overlooked. Idiot. Of course there's plenty of wheelchair ramps in the middle of Georgia...
Taking in the exchanges around him, Du-Han considers his new work colleagues. Well, I guess the Xanathos files will be getting bigger, looking at this lot. "Any other prep material for before we get to Georgia? Most of my knowledge on general anatomy stopped back in high school. Is this supposed to be linked to those mutilation cases back in the 90's?"
After an initial feeling of being peeved at being chosen for the Georgia assignment, considering his skillset, he chastises himself for not immediately recognising why they were picked. Damn, here I was about about to be pissed at being overlooked. Idiot. Of course there's plenty of wheelchair ramps in the middle of Georgia...
Taking in the exchanges around him, Du-Han considers his new work colleagues. Well, I guess the Xanathos files will be getting bigger, looking at this lot. "Any other prep material for before we get to Georgia? Most of my knowledge on general anatomy stopped back in high school. Is this supposed to be linked to those mutilation cases back in the 90's?"
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
"That's the theory being bandied about by the Sheriff, so I figure we'll play that angle until we catch the thread." Spender nodded, liking the federation taking place even in these first few moments. "The number is what concerns me. Nothing like this has cropped up in years. Linked or not, at the very least we have a supremely disturbed individual with an industrial saw and a bone to pick with cattle farmers."
"That's the theory being bandied about by the Sheriff, so I figure we'll play that angle until we catch the thread." Spender nodded, liking the federation taking place even in these first few moments. "The number is what concerns me. Nothing like this has cropped up in years. Linked or not, at the very least we have a supremely disturbed individual with an industrial saw and a bone to pick with cattle farmers."
Moon Du-Han
"Hmmm..." Du-Han muses for moment, considering the gory information. "That is likely true, even if it part of some campaign against the locals for some other reason. A means to an end... the means are sounding incredible brutal."
"Hmmm..." Du-Han muses for moment, considering the gory information. "That is likely true, even if it part of some campaign against the locals for some other reason. A means to an end... the means are sounding incredible brutal."
Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Spender
"Take your time reviewing the file. I'm ready to roll in under an hour, if need be. Just say the word."
"Take your time reviewing the file. I'm ready to roll in under an hour, if need be. Just say the word."
