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hiring ;; Two officers

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“What time did you say he would be getting here?”<br><br>

“Nine o’ clock.”<br><br>

“... It’s already ten past.”<br><br>

“ I know, Father,” Helena sighed, pressing her palms to her eyes. “He’s simply late.” He was always late, she was convinced if he came early it would mean something was wrong. Perhaps the world would end if he dared come in five minutes within check-in time, at least that was what she told herself when he inevitably showed his face. It stopped her from doing something decidedly out of character, namely maiming, though to be perfectly honest Helena would be perfectly happy nailing him to the wall and forcing him to work, but there you go. She folded her arms over her chest, sitting back in her chair and watching the door with her father.<br><br>

It had been a mistake telling him she started work at nine. Her father was punctual, meaning he would walk in the door at nine on the dot. If she had told him half-past nine, well, perhaps he wouldn’t be here thinking poorly of her sheriff. “His work started ten minutes ago and he hasn’t so much as called, some bloody captain of the police he is, eh?” he said, chuckling lowly. He pushed himself off the desk he had been resting on, craning his neck to look down at Helena. “Well, while we’re waiting, would you like some tea?”<br><br>

“That would be lovely, thank you, she said distractedly, eyes not moving from the door. The sound of clinking plates and spoons could be heard behind her as her father deciphered the intricacies of lower-class tea. “Where did you say Mum was, again?” she asked, turning her head to see over her shoulder.<br><br>

“Had to call her gran, tell her she arrived safely,” he answered, pausing to find two cups that were clean. “You should have heard her go on last night when we got back to the Inn—kept talking about how skinny you looked. I think she’s planning on fattening you up over the holidays.”<br><br>

Helena laughed lightly, twirling a strand of her between her fingers. “Planning to eat me, is she?” she asked, a wry smile curling her lips.<br><br>

“No, I think she’s just worried. You do look rather skinny.” He returned to her side, placing a cup of steaming hot tea before her. “Have you been eating?”<br><br>

“Yes. I can’t guarantee it’s the healthiest of foods, but I am eating.” A silence passed between them, before her father glanced to the door again, and frowned.<br><br>

“Really, now. It’s 9:13 and he’s still not here,” he sipped his tea, eyes darting back to the door as soon as it was back in the palm of his other hand. Helena snorted, shaking her head. If this was the Michael she knew, he would not be showing his face for another two minutes, at least.


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Why was Michael always late? Well other then the fact of staying up into ​the wee hours of the night, from watching TV to hanging out at the local bar, Michael could​​ blame it all on his wrist watch. It was a nice watch, however inexpensive, but due to wear and tear from being washed in the washing machine numerous times to being run over by a vehicle once before.. well let's just say ​it no longer works like it should. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Now most sane people have have replaced the watch by now, but no.. not Michael. Maybe it's because he enjoyed the extra fifteen minutes of sleep in the morning or perhaps the man was just too darn lazy to replace the watch.

So just like every normal day Michael was once again late today. He knew what that mean.. another morning of having to see that look on Helena's face. Michael wasn't exactly sure how to describe 'the look' but there was no doubt in his mind that he would be seeing it for the hundredth time again today. So after putting on his clothes for the day Michael finally left his apartment and started heading straight for the cafè in order to make it up to her.

Due to his little stop Michael was now even more late then normal. Twenty eight minutes late to be exact. So who knew what Helena would do now. It didn't matter though because he couldn't put off his late entrance any longer then he already had. For every passing minute was another minute for Helena to sit there and grow more angry with her partner.

Trying hard not to think about it Michael walked into the station just as casual as ever. However this morning not only was Helena there, with 'the look' as Michael had predicted, but someone else whom he did not know was there right next to her. This caused Michael to grow somewhat nervous as many different possibilities of who this man could be swarmed his brain. The only logical explanation that he could think up was that he was here to take over Rita Flarhety's place as the sheriff. If that was so then Michael was already starting off on the wrong foot by being even more late then ever.

'Shit!'

No doubt in his mind Michael was sure he looked like a major fool at the moment, standing there with a surprised look upon his face along with holding two foam cups, one in each hand.​ "Uh.. good morning," he finally spoke after clearing his throat looking back and forth between the two. "I h​​ad no idea we were expecting company." Michael then sent Helena a look of his own which pretty much said, 'Why didn't you tell me?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​'​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He recovered quickly though and sent them both a cheery smile. "I don't mean to appear rude sir," he apologized before ​looking back down at the two cups then turning directly to Helena​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​"Um.. here!" Michael handed her one of the cups, "Some hot tea with sugar just for you."

Once Helena took the cup Michael turned back to the stranger. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he began introducing himself while extending out a hand, "I'm Michael Wright."

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William frowned at the door, brow furrowing ever so slightly. His expressions were nuanced; it had always been so difficult to read his thoughts when she was young. She could never say if he was cross with her or not, even now, after she had training in the subtleties of facial expressions, she could not tell what he was thinking. Well, not all the time. she thought, smirking over the brim of her cup. She was quite sure what was going through his mind at the moment. If Michael didn’t arrive soon, Helena might not have to lift a finger to chastise her boss. Her father might end up doing it for her.<br><br>

“I mean, really...” he sighed. “Make sure you never show up late, Helena, it reflects bad on everyone.”<br><br>

She snorted lightly. “Yes, Father.” Both of their eyes snapped to the door as it opened, and in walked Michael. His hair was poofy as ever, and two cups were pinched between his fingers. A little late to the game, and as always he brought a gift of tea as retribution for his sins. “Hullo, Michael,” she said coolly, “fancy you showing up.” Helena couldn’t help but laugh lightly, a sudden giddy mood washed over her. She sighed through her nose, a bright smile spreading over her features.<br><br>

With the Christmas Party coming up, she found it difficult to dwell on Jack. At least, not for long. “This is—” she was cut off by the soft stuttering of Melody. She looked over her shoulder, smiling politely at the young woman. Soft-spoken, meek. Not by any means an officer, but here she was. Melody was a good worker, though, so Helena could not fault her for that. “Miss Sweet, good morning. Didn’t notice you there.” It was rather hard to do otherwise, it was almost as if she made a point to be unnoticed. Standing at six feet, Helena couldn’t exactly relate.<br><br>

Her father stood, nodding to both of the officers. “William Tuddenham, pleasure to meet you both,” he paused, smiling politely, “and if you haven’t already guessed, I’m Helena’s dad. Visiting for the season.”<br><br>

Helena smiled up at him fleetingly, that strange good mood having not subsided just yet. “And how are Obsidian’s finest this morning?” she asked, looking between them. “Ready for a full day of work, I trust.”




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Something had be seriously wrong, or at least Michael thought so as Helena smiled and greeted him once he showed up. Never before in their entire life as partners, not that it had been a long partnership as of yet, had Helena ever greet him with a smile.. especially since he showed up late practically every day to work. Perhaps his kind gesture of buying her some morning tea had finally paid off. Hopefully now it would continue to have the same affect on her from here on out. How great life would be.. not that it was too terrible at the moment.

Before the strange older man was able to introduce himself Melody Sweets mysteriously showed up from somewhere. Michael found her to be a bit odd since she was so quiet, but she seemed like a gentle woman. That was one reason why Michael didn't quite agree with bumping her up to an officer. Their line of work could often be dangerous and some women just weren’t right for the job. Michael felt at least somewhat okay with it though since their other officer, a male officer, was her partner. Sure the man was crazy thinking he was some sort of Roman Warrior or whatever but he’d do his best to protect her.

“Good morning,” Michael nodded to Melody before extending his other hand out to her handing her his coffee. Sure he had taken a couple sips from it but no one would know that. It was a kind gesture no matter, right? So hopefully she’d at least take it from him which would help to make him look good in front of the unknown man. “It’s on me today,” he added with a grin and a wink before turning back to the task at hand.. Finding out who this guy was.

There was no need to contemplate about it much longer because he soon introduced himself as Helena’s father. Michael was shocked at first and just stood there looking back and forth between the two. It was so obvious now that he knew because as he took a closer look the two of them definitely looked like they were related somehow. Why didn’t Helena tell Michael that her father was coming to Obsidian for a visit?

“It’s a real pleasure meeting you sir,” Michael finally spoke firmly shaking the man’s hand then almost went on saying how he enjoyed working with Helena because of how smart she was. He had even thought about telling the man how pretty Helena was but decided against it as well. For one because it would have embarrassed Helena and Michael wasn’t sure how her father would take such a compliment from her work partner about his one and only daughter. Michael had no intentions of getting together with Helena in that way of course.. It would make things awkward between the two of them and Michael would have a hard time concentrating at work. Now if she was the last woman on earth then hell yes he’d bed down with her, even if there were a few other women on earth because it would be up to him to save man kind, so he‘d do his duty of course being an officer to protect the people and all.. but now he was thinking off subject.

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What a motley crew this station had, Helena thought with a glance around at its inhabitants. There was Michael, a competent police officer, but a womaniser and a bit of a dumbass, frankly. Melody, a soft-spoken woman who probably couldn’t use a gun when it came down to it. And Justinius... oh, if only there were words to describe Justinius. She still had issues with someone of clear mental instability being an active and participating member of the force, but as of yet no one had died. Like it or not, he did his job and he did it well, which was enough for Helena. At least being around all these strange characters made her feel more normal.<br><br>

She quirked a brow at Michael’s almost puzzled expression as he looked between her father and her. It wasn’t that difficult to grasp, was it? Helena glanced at her father. They didn’t look too similar, she supposed. His features were a lot sharper and masculine than hers, of course, but she felt that they shared the same smile. Not to mention their height. She stood at an already tall six foot, one inch, and he was a few inches taller than her, at least. He was taller than Michael, even, who was taller than her. Which was, admittedly, rare. It felt like most men were at her eye level or just below it. Frankly, she wouldn’t be so bothered by it if she didn’t have this feeling that everyone else was a little put-off her by it.<br><br>

Melody always seemed a little frightened of her. She wasn’t sure if it was the air she gave off or her height or [i]what[i], but then again the woman seemed to be frightened of her own shadow. “Pleasure meeting you as well,” William said, an almost devilish smile quirked his lips as he went on today, “I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to show up, to be honest. Glad to see you made it eventually, eh?” There was an edge to his tone that showed it wasn’t just a good-natured ribbing, but as always her father managed to be both somewhat biting and pleasant both at once. “How long have you two been police officers?” he asked, looking between them.<br><br>

She glanced over her shoulder at Melody, arm reaching back to pull a sheet of paper of the top of the pile to see today’s itinerary. It was mostly paperwork. When she had first aspired to join the force it had been because she wanted to protect the people, not because she wanted a desk job. “Come to think of it, how long have you been an officer, Helena?” she heard her father ask. She looked up at him, blinking. It was difficult remembering that her father had no knowledge of what she had spent the past eight years of her life doing.<br><br>

“Going on seven years now,” she said, sighing a bit. Had it really been that long? Christ, time was good at getting away from you.





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Michael was ever so glad to have Melody go along with his little plan and take the foam coffee cup from him. It definitely made him look like a real good guy, well not that it mattered now since he knew the man wasn’t their new sheriff. So Michael definitely felt a bit more relaxed and didn’t need to worry too much about what the man thought anymore. It’s not like he could go and get Michael fired or nothing, but.. if the man wasn’t too pleased he could always make Helena quit her job.. And Michael definitely didn’t want that to happen. Even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud at the moment, Helena has been by far the best partner he had ever had and he didn’t want to lose that. So it was back to caring about what the man thought.

Not soon after they all knew each other by name her father brought up Michael‘s tardiness in his own little way of fancy words. Michael laughed silently in his head before speaking up. “It’s just one of those days you know.” If it would have been anyone else Michael might have made up some lame excuse but this was Helena’s father. Someone who she most likely cared about a lot so Michael wasn’t about to embarrass, if it even would that is.

Surely William wasn’t going to stay all day with them, or at least Michael hoped not. Otherwise he’d probably just slow the two of them down, but it wasn’t like they had a lot to do except a whole lot of paperwork. Surely Mr. Tuddenham wouldn’t want to stick around for all the excitement they were bound to have.

Before Michael was given the chance to walk away the man asked them a question, one that he couldn’t really ignore or pretend like he didn‘t hear it. Then he went on to ask Helena the exact same question, which puzzled Michael a bit. Shouldn’t her father already know how long she had been in the work force? Be that it may though it didn’t matter much.

“Twelve years for me,” Michael soon answered before walking towards his desk, “I started back in Chicago after getting out of college.”

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<i>Have their magical clocks lied to them again?</i> Justinius thought, bewildered as he ducked into an office, where he could gather the police reports filed over the past few days. He wasn't totally certain how to read their "magical" clocks that were powered by batteries or electricity. Though some of them were close in appearance to a sundial, others showed only the numbers.<br><br>

To add insult to injury, very few of the sundial-type and <i>none</i> of the number-only type used proper Roman numerals. They used those undignified <i>European</i> numerals! Truly a travesty! He could read both types of numerals (though he wasn't sure <i>how</i>), but the Roman numerals made much more sense.
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Come to think of it, he could also fluently read and speak their European language. However, his own knowledge of Latin, which should have been his mother tongue, was a bit...lacking? This made no sense, either. But he wouldn't worry about it too much. There were absolutely no Latin speakers on the island.
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Since he appeared to be late, he had better make the best of his time. This was no time for socialising! He grabbed the topmost stack of reports from the desk. The stack was quite thin; not much happened in this sleepy town. "Loitering," he read aloud, then flipped to the next page, "Loitering. Loitering. ...Calling for help with an aggressive squirrel? Great Zeus! What kind of ninnies live here!?"
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William raised his brow, smirking somewhat as he observed Michael. “Hm, I guess so,” he said incredulously. He settled back upon the desk, one hand going to the edge of the desk so his fingers curled around it. “Happens to the best of us.” Helena slid back in her seat, taking a pen in hand and about to begin her work. She had a feeling that her father would be leaving soon, he had a good sense for when he was being a burden. At least, he had, and he wasn’t the sort to change. It was funny to think that Michael had been in the force so much longer than she had. Even if he was technically her boss, something about the way she operated made it hard for her to accept that.<br><br>

Call it a problem for authority, if you must, though that brought the image of a punk kid with a Mohawk to mind. Perhaps it was her privileged birth or exceptional talents, but Helena couldn’t think of Michael as her better. Equal, yes, even she had to admit he was a good police officer. When he shows up on time, she thought. That was unlikely to ever happen, and if it did there would probably be some sort of nuclear apocalypse. “Twelve years?” her father said, a touch of respect to his tone. “Helena told me you served in Chicago before coming here. Here must seem quiet in comparison.”<br><br>

He glanced to Helena, smiling briefly. Sometimes it seemed like he knew more about Helena’s friends than his daughter, but getting her to talk about herself was next to impossible. William straightened. “I should probably get go—” The rest of his sentence was lost to the eternity when another man burst in, dressed in full-body Roman armour. It stole the words right from the older man’s mouth, as he could only stare in confusion.<br><br>

His daughter, however, took the intrusion smoothly. She rolled back in her chair, peering over the stack of paper, nose crinkled. “The kind who don’t commit real crimes,” she remarked, balancing a pen between two fingers. Helena had long grown used to Justinius and his quirks, or at least learned not to question them. He wore a sundial, and thus he was always late thanks to the horrors of daylights savings, and try as she might he would not wear a blasted watch. That being said, she still wasn’t sure why Rita had hired him, or why Michael kept him around.<br><br>

“Father, this is Justinius... Servius.” God, she couldn’t believe she had just sadi that with a straight face.<br><br>

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Michael sat down at his desk positioning himself to where his back wasn’t fully facing towards the small crowd. He didn’t want to appear rude, especially to Helena’s father for her sake really, but at the moment he just didn’t feel like standing. Michael was then surprised at first as he heard William announce that he knew a little bit about his police work back in Chicago. Michael would have never thought Helena would have brought himself up to anyone, especially to her family, unless it was leading to or had some major importance tied in somewhere.

“It’s a big change from the big city, yes. Sometimes I enjoy the quietness of the village but at the same time I wish there was a bit more action here and there.” To be honest Michael wasn’t too sure if he’d make the same decision and move to Obsidian if given the chance to go back in time. He enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city and being able to get out of the stuffy police building every single day had been nice, but then again he would have never met the few friends he had here now so perhaps he would have made the same choice.

Not soon enough one of their other officers, Justinius Servius, showed up to work and late above all things. At least now Michael didn’t look so bad since he too had shown up late, which was great. Now Michael wasn’t exactly too sure what to think of the guy ever since he began working at the station. Maybe it was because he hadn’t really had any one on one time to get to know the guy but he was a good officer even though his weapon of choice was a wooden sword.

As soon as he appeared Michael looked towards Helena’s father with a smirk. Most people’s first reaction towards Justinius was shock, unless it was Halloween which today it wasn’t. Michael had felt the same way the first time he had seen the man and it seemed William Tuddenham did too as he just stood there staring. Michael couldn’t help but smirk as he watched the two of them exchange hand shakes. If only he could read what was going through the older man’s head.

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"Hmm, yes, I suppose we ought to be grateful that we are lacking any <i>real</i> criminals here," Justinius mused thoughtfully, putting the papers back in order and laying them back on the desk for now. "However, it is my <i>earnest</i> desire that people refrain from wasting our time with such trivial reports. Why, it reminds me of the time the mad emperor Caligula brought the entire army to the shore of tha--to the shore of the channel," he corrected himself. "And proceeded to make the entire army pick up <i>seashells.</i> Not even for food, either! Just for souvenirs to take home. That, I believe, must be one of the biggest wastes of manpower in the history of the world."
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He'd caught himself just in time. He had nearly referred to the British Isles as "that barbaric island," which, he was sure, would not have endeared him to Captain Tuddenham. She was British, after all. And Britain apparently made some pretty tough women.
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Justinius now noticed that there appeared to be a visitor. And since Captain Tuddenman addressed this man as "Father," then he must be "Mr. Tuddenham." "Why, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tuddenham," he said, shaking the older(?) man's hand as he spoke. He then quickly glanced behind him to see what Mr. Tuddenham was looking at. <i>Why is it that people appear to see something shocking whenever they see me?</i> he wondered. <i>Is someone playing some sort of prank on me?!</i>
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He nodded a greeting to Michael--the only other male who worked at the police station--and turned back to Mr. Tuddenham. "You must be the captain's father, correct? You have done a wondrous job of raising her to be a strong young woman."
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....<i>Despite the fact that you're British,</i> he added internally. No matter how much he respected Captain Tuddenham, he couldn't get over the fact that she was British. Honestly. It was just...extremely unexpected that <i>anything</i> good could come from that God-forsaken place. Or maybe he had been severely misinformed about the island and its peoples? Perhaps he would have to make a trip there himself someday.
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Her father was more than likely under the impression that this whole island had been turned upon its head. Officers meeker than the gentlest of princesses, Roman[i] generals for a co-workers, for Christ’s sake. It was a wonder he didn’t drag her off right at this moment, set her on the ferry and send her off back to England. She gave him a look from over the paper, brow raised. [i]It gets better, Father, I promise, she thought, lips quirking in a small smile. The rest of her friends were much more... sane than Justinius, though she was pleased to report that Michael was making a good impression. Roseayle she was sure her parents would love, her ethnicity no doubt endearing her to them immediately. Ronan she couldn’t say, but at least he wasn’t under the impression he was from the Roman Empire, as far as she was aware.<br><br>

In response, her father sighed and returned the smile wearily. Oh, she could see it in his eyes, she was going to get a word or two about this. Possibly a whole book, a quiet man by nature, her father somehow managed to spew whole novels when there was, in fact, something on his mind. His eyes swept back to Justinius, who proceeded to go on about seashells and Caligula. The name struck a familiar chord in Helena’s mind, though she couldn’t place it. Her father, of course, didn’t miss a beat. “He was quite the character, Caligula,” he said, chuckling, albeit nervously, “Never a dull moment with him, is there?”<br><br>

William’s smile widened as he took the man’s hand, “William Tuddenham, at your service.” He nodded. “And thank you, she’s a credit to the Tuddenham name.” Her father met her eye with another sidelong glance, smiling to her. In response she positively beamed, trying to pretend her heart didn’t grow five sizes when he said that. No matter how old she grew, she would never get tired of hearing her father was proud of her.<br><br>

“Now, if you would excuse me, I should be going now. Got some Christmas shopping to do.” Straightening completely, he released the Roman general’s hand and looked to Helena. “Ah, I believe your mum wanted to take you shopping today. Think you can get off?”<br><br>

Helena blinked, glancing to Michael. “Em...” she nodded slowly, though the thought of spending the day with her mother terrified her a tad. “Of course.” She stood, smiling to her co-workers as she made for the door. “Ah, I will see you all around six, on the dot.” The Englishwoman said, with a quick wave before the ducked out the door.



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Since Mr. Tuddenham seemed occupied enough with Justinius Michael turned around towards his desk. There smack in the middle of his desk was a huge stack of papers, no surprise really, which were awaiting his approval and/or signature or whatever it was they needed. Besides the stack of papers there was a whole lot of clutter as well consisting of used post-it notes, pens and pencils, different kinds of candy wrappers, a bottle of pain killers, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter along with whatever else was hiding beneath it all.

Michael couldn’t help but let out a sigh as he looked at the mess. Sure he wasn’t the cleanest person there was but after a while even Michael grew tired of looking at such a disaster. Perhaps later he’d sort through it all and maybe even tackle his desk drawers. What a job that would be but the end result would surely be nice and he’d probably even send Helena into coma. It could be apart of his Christmas present to her since she was always complaining about how unorganized he was.

Before picking up a pen and getting started on his daily work Michael heard William say it was about time for him to leave. He even went on to say that Helena’s mother was hoping to take her shopping today. It sounded like a good idea to Michael. Helena really needed a day off. She deserved it more then anyone especially with the holidays coming up. Michael was sure she was going to turn him down though so turning around in his chair Michael stood up and opened his mouth getting ready to order her to take the day off. However, she surprised him by turning and looking his way with some sort of look Michael could read as she agreed to go shopping.

The shock was apparent on Michael’s face as he stood there with his mouth hanging open. Was he hearing things correctly? Was Helena really going to take the day off to go shopping with her mother. Well of course she was! Her parents were visiting for only a short time so why not? “Have a good time Helena,” Michael said after regaining his composure and sending a friendly wink her way. He then turned towards Mr. Tuddenham and nodded. “Enjoy shopping here in town. It’s a wonderful village if you haven’t already seen it all and I hope to see you at the Christmas party.” With that said Michael sat back down at his desk and started scribbling away after the door closed behind them both.

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The wind swept Helena along the road to the police station, so strong that she barely had to move muscle to move down the street. She barely dared to open her eyes. Rain hammered down upon the sidewalk, already it collected in pools that threatened to flood. Jesus knows why she bothered with an umbrella, any attempt to open it and it would be swept away by a gust of wind. She was left wet and curled up in a green raincoat, the zip wound up to her chin and the hood nearly swallowed her whole head, but the small frame inside it was bone dry. That was what counted. Through the storm she spotted the station, a beacon of warmth and comfort, her pace quickened until she was at the door. One lock later and she was inside.<br><br>

Helena fell back against the door, releasing a huge sigh. It seemed she was alone for now, but she hadn’t expected anyone to show up for work, exactly. Frankly, if it were up to her she would be in the Manor with Rosalina and Nathan, but if the police couldn’t be counted on in a time of crisis, who could people count on?<br><br>

The air conditioning kicked to life and it wasn’t long until a chill shot through her. She threw off the raincoat, her legs carrying her towards the coffee maker in a desperate bid for something warm running through her. As the water boiled, Helena was left to the sound of the rain breaking against the storm shutters she had installed not a week ago. Her thoughts drifted to the foreboding thread of flood. This was an old building, but it was sturdily built. Hopefully with a bit of good engineering and God’s will, it wouldn’t collapse on her.<br><br>

And we have the nerve to call England rainy, she thought, leaning against the counter with a small frown. Never in her life could she recall fearing a building would collapse around her in England, everything was old brick that could weather nothing less than a nuclear bomb. The buildings here… she glanced at the wooden roof. Well, she wasn’t sure if she could say the same.<br><br>

A clap of thunder broke the sound of rainfall. Helena’s heart jumped to her throat, she settled back onto the counter with a wary look at the outside. The storm wasn’t even set on the island yet, she hadn’t seen a single bolt of lightning. Nothing but rain and wind. That means it’s going to get worse. She groaned, pouring her coffee into a mug.<br><br>

Storms had never been her favourite thing in the world, not when she was alone. Back when she was little, she would often crawl between her parents, and it would take a softly spoken story from her father before she would at last sleep. Nowadays she didn’t exactly have that luxury, and perched on a wooden chair in an empty building, Helena couldn’t help but feel that loneliness.<br><br>

She set the coffee aside, determined to find something to make the hours pass easier, and rummaged through her desk. Numerous papers, sorted and unsorted, passed beneath her fingers before she chanced upon a copy of Stardust. Wiping the dust from the pages, Helena cracked open the novel as another crack of thunder shook the building.



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Date: Spring 16, 12<br>
Time: 6:30 PM<br>
Tag: Nasir, Redell, Vincent<p>

Well, Nasir had been here for nearly half an hour now and well, one can only imagine how productive that's been. But really, Sora didn't have anything that she really needed to ask him. She was just pissed with him and wanted a little revenge... That and she did need one answer: was this really Nasir?<p>

Only one person could answer that question, though, and it was the very person Nasir vowed to hurt... Though that was the problem. He never actually said he was going to. Had he done so, she probably could have arrested him under attempted battery charges, but well... she never actually caught him doing anything.<p>

And so she brought him in for questioning. The handcuffs were never necessary, but she'd been dying to use them, and who better than a whiny asshole of a "mystic" who can't just leave her and her friends the hell alone? And so, here they were, Sora on one side of a table and Nasir on the other, as Sora continued to stall until Redell and Vincent were finally able to arrive.<p>

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Spring 16th, Year 12<br>
6:35 PM<br>
Tag: Sora, Redell, Nasir<br>
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Well Sora called him down to the station to say Nasir was in custody, Vincent couldn't get out off the island fast enough. He made sure Calyn was sleeping before doing so, and hoped she would at least sleep the rest of the night since he wouldn't be there a while to take care of her. That, and her "friend" was the one in cuffs…Well no need to worry her any more than she already was about him.
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But ohhh, how delicious this was. That slimy little twerp was finally getting what he deserved. Vincent could barely contain his excitement. Just…finally. At last, about time, this was it. Vincent could care less if the man had been a helping hand around the farm, Vincent still hated him with a passion. And he had always thought Calyn was absolutely ridiculous for blindly trusting him. Right from the start, from claiming to be Redell's long lost lover, to attacking them with his legion of death birds, he was nothing but trouble.
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So about time he was finally getting what he deserved. Vincent strolled in to the OPD, not seeing anyone at first but then aha, there was the Sparrow~
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"Soraaaa, have no fear, the Fox has arrived. What do you need help with? Interrogations? I can definitely help with that~


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"Lovely to see you as well, Vincent." Nasir drawled as the Fox walked in. He shifted a bit, handcuffs clinking. He hadn't taken his eyes off Sora once since she'd sat across from him but now he finally looked up, gaze turning to the other male. "And I'm so happy to see how concerned you are for me." Vincent concerned for him. Haha, yeah right. Nasir did nothing but torment and taunt the man whenever Calyn wasn't around. When she was he behaved, but only because he considered the woman a friend. What an odd thing to have, something he didn't believe he'd have again...
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Now they were just waiting on one more... Nasir turned his gaze to the door as crows cawed outside. Ah, there he was.
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Redell paused at the door to the station and took a slow, deep breath. Sora had called him and told him she had the one that claimed to be Nasir in custody. Finally he would see the imposter face to face, maybe find out why he was doing this. Why he was stalking him. He needed to be sure he had himself under control so he didn't just run the rat through. How dare he pretend to be Nasir? But oh, killing him would not go over well with the captain, not at all. So he had to remain calm...
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"CAW, CAW, RAW!"
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The man blinked and looked up at the large black feathered birds sitting on the roof and staring down at him. They were cawing at him. At him. Unnerved, Redell stepped inside. He nodded to Sora and Vincent as he spotted them. And then he froze.
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"Ah, my lovely crow~ It's been such a looong tiiime since we've been able to speak~" Nasir purred. The shock on Redell's face caused him to smirk. The man was obviously rather shaken. Aw, his poor baby...
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Redell felt ever muscle in his body stiffen as he stared at the man sitting across from Sora. No... That couldn't be him. It just couldn't He SAW him die!
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"Wh-who are you?" he demanded, voice shaking. He was not prepared for this, not at all. Nasir chuckled.
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"Why, it's me! Your lovely Nasir~ Don't you recognize me?" He paused, eyes narrowing and smirk widening into an amused smile. "Oh, that's just the problem, isn't it? You do recognize me..."

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"You're more here for support, actually," Sora replied. Because as much as she was sure Fox would love to take a whack at Nasir... that was just it. As hard as it would be for her, she was sure it would be hard for him too to keep calm and just get what she needed. Really, she wanted to make sure that she has someone else there to affirm that this was actually happening. Of course, the tape recorder being used to document the conversation would be enough, but she wanted to actually have someone there.<p>

As Redell entered, Sora turned to look at him and gave him a nod. But something was wrong. He seemed... tense. Not like his normal calm and collected self at all. Sora looked from Redell to Nasir and back again. As much as she hated to admit that Nasir could possibly be right about anything, he had to be. Why else would Redell be freaking out? He never acted like this about anything.<p>

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Spring 16th, Year 12<br>
6:35 PM<br>
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Oh this was just too wonderful. The troublemaker in handcuffs. "Oh, my only concern is to see you rot away behind bars for the rest of your pitiful life" Vincent replied in a silky tone, a look of absolute delight across his face. A cell tough, that seemed to tame for the man of mischief before him. If this was Tau'il though, if this was down in the dungeons of Darragon castle....Things would be much, much different.
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"Support? Dear Sparrow, you know I can help in so many more ways. You seem to forget I am the master of interrogation" he pouted at Sora, his look of delight turning to disappointment and annoyance. If this wasn't Nasir, he wouldn't have come. Oh wait, he actually would have because Sora of all people called him. And that reason alone was enough to get him into motion.
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The Crow entered, and Vincent's pout disappeared. His dear friend looked on edge, tense. The shake in his voice...it was concerning. His usually calm and collected friend...Well, Nasir Laufeyson was in serious trouble now. The urge to swipe that look off the handcuffed man's face was all too tempting, but then Sora and Redell, the actual cops, would hesitate to chain him up as well.
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