Logfile from M3

Seoul - United Nations Plaza

It is here that most of the world's decisions are made. The kind of power here reflects in the architecture, with the HUGE UN building that holds the General Assembly. Blue and dome shaped in design, it is the only one in the world of its kind, and workplace to the thousands that work here. The perimeter of the General Assembly building is surrounded the flags of every country that has a seat, which is nearly everyone. Outside are a number of other large office buildings, ranging from delegate bureau's, to the Headquarters of the UN Police, to a Repliforce office. Constantly patrolled and guarded by UN Police, safety is among an utmost concern after the infamous April Fools Day Massacre. Despite that, the place is a very safe environment.

Contents: Contents:

Retro Packrat [C] Dr. Nathan Xiang [C]

Gabriel [Shroud] [C] Abernathy [Working] [C]

Herald Of Xiang Kammas

Press Stand Terra Trunk's Orchard <TTR>

United Nations Vehicle Garages <UNVG>

<UN>: United Nations Building

East <E>: Seoul - Northern Commercial District

West <W>: Seoul - Tourist District

South <S>: Seoul - Historical District

North <N>: Seoul - Eastern Residential District

Ernest Fairbanks has arrived.

[OOC] Ernest Fairbanks returns from OOCness.

[Radio] Transmission detected: :transmits the sounds ... welding and ... ... into ... ... ... almost .... !"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... your'e ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... a simple click then a whirring sound. "Good afternoon Commander."

Another fine Seoul morning, another day at work for the world's finest policemen. The day is one of those rare, simply beautiful ones in a large city. A small cold front has blown in off mainland China, and cooled the city down into the lower seventies, but a high pressure cell has made the skies absolutely clear. The only interruption on that rich azure dome overhead is the shining light of the sun, which casts the long shadows of late Spring over the UN Plaza.

"Ah, what a day," Ernest Fairbanks says as he walks into the plaza. Laptop tucked under his arm, he quickly melts in with the rest of the orange and blue-uniformed members of Interpol scurrying over the plaza, along with businessmen and world elites. Some are stopped at a nearby cart that the UN has allowed into the plaza, selling snowcones.

"Snowcones, five zenny a piece!" the vendor shouts out. Ernie glances up and starts on his way over, whistling some unidentifiable and nice sounding tune. A few other Interpollers are standing around, even Commander Li, who rarely gets out, and Lance Corporal O'Cooney. Li seems slightly annoyed at the pleasant day.

Gemini Man arrives from the Seoul - Tourist District.

Gemini Man has arrived.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Spinstaff ... complete ... Doppler. No more ... ... ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Excellent ... hear. Planning on giving it ... test now?

[Radio] Transmission detected: Indeed.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Perhaps ... ... ... ... ... ... ... training room then.

[Radio] Transmission detected: And I'd recommend ... using ... deceased's ...

And into the middle of this calm and joyous scene... a cloaked figure simply appears. There is a faint shimmer as the seven foot tall person simply steps into view out of thin air. The faint stink of ozone fills the air, aftereffects of a blink system usage.

The shape raises a red gloved hand idly, the cloak opening to display a rib cage that is gaunt, almost skeletal - and from under those ribs swarm small glittering orbs. The face under the hood of the cloak is strange and eerie - human save for a rather singular lack. It has no eyes. Not even eye sockets. Instead, blazoned over the top half of his face is a sigil. Xiang's sigil.

And the tiny glittering orbs swirl into a pattern around him. Some are tiny spheres of nacre, crackling with more energy as they establish a force field. But most of the tiny things...

Flying eyeballs. All colors represented as they set up station around the person's head.

Who now speaks. "I am Xiang's Messenger. I come bearing his word, and his inquiries."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Very ... ... ...

[OOC] Dr. Nathan Xiang says, "Voice is masculine. Tenor range."

To make matters worse for poor Commander Li, a seemingly random street performer has decided to set up shop near the center of the plaza.

Said performer is tall. Blonde. Skinny. Red eyes. Anyone who saw him yesterday (ERNIE) could probably recognize him if only for the latter detail. The Fool has out his guitar, and is calmly strumming it. His wide-brimmed hat sits on the ground nearby. Yes, he takes donations. Don't be stingy, now--

Now...what's this? Feste's eyes widen briefly at this strange new person, but he does not cease playing. Meh. Must be an Interpoler.

Gabriel changes into her Resonance armor.

The light! It blinds! The goggles! ZEY DO NOFFINK!

There was a reason Abernathy lived in San Angeles and commuted to Seoul to work. One was the time difference made things 'convenient', and the other was there was none of this nasty 'bright, clear day' nonsense in that city. It's bad enough that weather reports had pegged today as one such bright day, leading the Director to be in an ill mood as it was --

And the apperance of one of Xiang's messengers only takes the hat trick to throw things into considerable, and unhappy, disarray.

The Director /was/ leaning casually against one of the columns atop the stairs that led to the interior of the UN building, scowling at the -- ick -- sunlight beaming so cheerily down upon the Plaza -- but then this latest iteration on the Herald theme pops up. Quite literally 'pops'.

Abernathy doesn't move from his casual position, but his expression does switch to a far more sober one -- and he pulls his sunglasses off, blinking twice in rapid succession. The better to keep an eye on the creature, while waiting for it to announce its -- his? -- desires.

Resonance is sitting on the rooftops, a sniper rifle by her side just in case she gets to use it. She idly leans forward, listening in with a smile as she places her chin in her hands, watching the flying eyeballs for the most part with interest. "Ah, Xiang, what a wonderful man, eh Mister Goodday?", she looks to the Sniper Rifle named Mister Goodday and pats it lightly before looking back to Xiang's Messenger. He certainly knows how to command intention at least. And shock value, yes, but she certainly can't blame Xiang for that with some of her own stunts.

Likewise, a young, 15 year old British boy wearing a small cap slides into the UN Plaza, glancing to the Messenger for a moment, scowling briefly at the creature, and then turns to look to the performer, smiling a little as he shifts into his pockets, perhaps for some change. Xiang's Messenger. Hmph. He pulls out a few zenny, rather generous for a donation, but for now merely watches Feste play. Aside from seeing the forcefield eyeballs, the boy with the handle of Messenger himself seems to be in a good mood.

Javelin Whitetail arrives from the Seoul - Tourist District.

Javelin Whitetail has arrived.

The eyes arrange themselves in a sort of halo around the Messenger's head, stilling as they settle into place. Reaching up with both hands, the Messenger slowly lowers his hood, revealing his utterly fleshless skin. In fact... his body seems to be mostly made out of black, oil coated iron.

Now that he knows what he's looking for, Gemini Man is on a mission. ...one not related to the herald apparition in the least. There's an old technique at use here: the practice of subtly shifting around holographic disguses, one feature at a time, so as to become impossible to trace. Gemini is uncertain of what exactly do use, so, he uses a little bit of everything as he walks into the plaza area, taking hair from one person, eyes from another, then halting, at an intersection, holding tight to one particular, bland humanoid disguise, as he approaches the entrance to the UN plaza. Some very interesting people seem to be gathering here.

Ernie is interrupted in the middle of getting a snowcone by the sudden appearance of Xiang's messenger. He nearly drops the laptop as he does a double-take, and fails to grab the offered snowcone at all. He takes a step back. What is this? Fear. This is the man that had done... whatever he had done to the woman in the laboratory. Ernie's face is sheet white.

Li Xiangzhou's face, on the other hand, is perfectly calm. He slightly smirks at the flying eyeballs, and reaches a hand down to the holster on his belt. "If you would pardon me, Doctor Xiang," Li announces calmly, "but UN Protocol 7897554 states that all eyeballs must be within sockets while in the Plaza."

Of small note is the serial number on Li's sidearm: 7897554.

"Ah. Li." The voice issuing from the messenger's mouth is no longer that soft tenor. It is now the oddly resonating and distorted voice of Xiang himself. "So good to see a very distant relative make good. Great great grandaunt did well to marry into the Li family."

The voice returns to the soft tenor. "The Karmic Master wishes to know: What has been done with Christopher? What are you plans for finding him a place to grow and develop?"

The Fool smiles broadly at his patron-of-the-moment. Yay, money! Money makes Feste happy, and a happy Fool makes an exceptional fool.

"Tell me, young master, any particular song you'd like me to play?" he asks quietly, glancing from boy to Herald, Herald to boy. Curiouser and curiouser indeed. Flying eyeballs. Good grief.

Xiang's messenger doesn't move in the slightest, although a few of the eyes seem to focus on the holstered pistol.

"That she did," Li answers with a chuckle. Familial relationships must always come before business, after all. Even if that business is killing one of those familial relations. The Chinese man smiles, but his hand stays on that holster. His eyes dart about, taking note that some of the eyeballs are glued onto his pistol. "A pleasure to hear you, Nathan, though you've been a bit unfilial to me. Haven't stopped to see your cousin Xiangzhou, have you? I'm disappointed."

Xiang's voice issues forth once again. "My apologies, cousin. I have been busy with the stresses of work and duty. Perhaps we can meet for tea. I know of a wonderful teahouse in San Angeles' Chinatown. Very traditional." The messenger himself seems to be waiting for his question to be answered.

Retro Packrat simply walks out of the garages, a little tired looking, but nothing out of the ordinary. Walking toward a few nearby vending machines, he digs out a few zenny...before stopping and staring at the scene before him. "What in the..." Kurt's behind him too, though he seems far less surprised than his master, simply mewling at the herald.

Resonance casually lifts Mister Good-day up, kissing the sniper rifle lightly, but not pointing it at the Messenger yet. "Not really much of his farking business anymore is it.", she comments, just because she really, really wants to. She's on the roof! With a sniper rifle named Mister Good-day! She does consider Li's relations for a moment, but no, she couldn't try using an Interpoller...at least not yet.

And a young, 15-year old, pleasant British kid whose Handle happens to be Messenger as well (COINCIDENcE?) is by Feste, tossing several zenny into The Fool's wide-brimmed hat. "I would like to hear...mmmm... how about Drink With Me?", he asks pleasantly. "If you can, it is merely a song I heard of and have yet to hear, so I am looking for a new experience.", he grins slightly, glancing to Abernathy and then Li in particular, unconcerned, and with an unerring optimism that seems to just not go away.

"But of course. It would be a pleasure to do so," Li says with a curt nod. His smile then fades, and he looks to the messenger from Xiang. No familial ties here, and no reason to show the same politeness. "As for Christopher, I'm rather uncertain, messenger. Perhaps someone else can answer that."

Ernie is certainly not that someone else. He's plain frozen up and has his mouth agape.

There went all thoughts of possibly avoiding having to speak to one of Xiang's creatures for once. Or -- perhaps not. The Director frowns slightly, tucking the sunglasses into the breast pocket of his shirt -- and still keeping an eye on the Herald. Christopher might be Interpol's responsibility, and therefore Abernathy's, but it's one temporarily defered -- to Resonance's man, Togsa. Abernathy leans back against the pillar a moment -- then reaches up to tap at the angle of his jaw, activating his radio before turning and heading briefly inside. Time to find a man.

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.

Gabriel receives a radio transmission from Abernathy.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Gabriel: Resonance, where would Togsa be at this hour?

Gabriel sends a radio transmission.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Gabriel's transmission to Abernathy: San Angeles, with his family. I figured a vacation would do him good.

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.

Gabriel receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Gabriel: Is Christopher with them?

Gabriel sends a radio transmission.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Gabriel's transmission to Abernathy: Baitre's keeping an eye on them.

Gemini Man notices something among all of this...but it's not the messenger that interests him so much as the child that also goes by that name. It takes him a second to place the face, since he's seeing it at a different scale. But, then, it does occur to him that this is the same 15-year old boy from the club the other night. Does he work for the UN, or is this just a coincidence? Gemini's intrigued to find out.

Xiang's messenger nods once, slowly. The eyes orbit his head once in a slow spin, taking in the population of the square. "I should inform you that unlike some of my bretheren, I am completely unarmed. You are welcome to scan my systems to verify this, although you will need to use enough power to override the force field interference. The Karmic Master made me to be a true Messenger, not a Herald."

"As for Christopher... I am patient. I will wait."

Pey arrives from the Seoul - Tourist District.

Pey has arrived.

"Drink With Me?" Feste hmmms. "Yes, I think I know that. Excellent choice, young sir." Without further ado, Feste begins to play, his music perhaps interfering a bit with the Messenger of Xiang's sensitive business. Or maybe just providing really weird background music. You decide.

The Fool closes his eyes, quietly humming the first few bars of the tune while listening instead to his 'ears'. Interesting. Interpol must be in some sort of pickle. But who's this 'Christopher'? Mm.

"Are you?" Li asks the messenger, in reference to the statement about being unarmed. He then lets out a dry chuckle. "How kind. I'll have to see if I can contact someone who has knowledge of just what has been done with Christopher." He raises a finger, and picks up a radio. Li turns around and speaks quietly into it--if this thing has enhanced senses, it will do no good, but he would rather get his cousin's messenger out quickly.

<<Sergeant Resonance? Commander Li,>> he says into the radio. <<Can you inform me what's been done with the child found at Xiang's laboratory?>>

Retro Packrat simply stares up at the Messenger of Xiang, at a loss for words. His mouth babbles on, but nothing comes out of it. He's apparently been struck by the sheer WEIRDNESS of Xiang's stead. Kurt, however, is undaunted, mewling up at the Herald and Ernie, wondering what's going on and whether he'll get some food from either of them.

Her usual guitar strangely absent today, Zen Eeh enters the United Nations Plaza. She's not really looking for trouble; as a matter of fact she is now sporting a very large hikers backpack for some reason. Approaching a bench she sets it down and pushes her hands deep within it... If she were somebody looking fairly rough or off the wall, such an action would attract a wee bit of attention as to what they would pull out. However as it's a sweet blond haired chick few pay notice. Besides, it appears she has some sandwiches. As she bites into the first one, her attention is someplace else. She's scanning the room carefully.

Resonance scans over Xiang's messenger and confirms it. She sends a message to Commander Li first, <Yup, he's unarmed.>, she comments briefly though she does position the sniper rifle on the eyeless figure, noting Gemini's presence, though knowing she can't do much about that at the moment. <He's under -good care- of Private Togsa, sir, at the moment.>, she replies, and though she keeps it in check, she's a little irritable she had to send this information out twice. Yes, it's procedure, but the more she gives this out, the more trouble she might be pegging the poor bastard for.

-Messenger-, not to be confused with -Xiang's Messenger-, smiles and nods to Feste, "You must be used to this strange bloody business, eh sir?", he says with a cheery smile, "I'm not exactly used to -this- kind, but I have seen some strange things. You're a rightly good player.", he adds thoughtfully. He doesn't appear to notice Gemini Man, but that's because he's a sneak.

Li Xiangzhou would usually take at least a bit of notice at the entry of the blond-haired girl, but the current situation rightfully has his full attention. <<Thank you, Sergeant,>> he answers over the radio. <<Keep an eye out, too.>>

He turns back to the messenger of Xiang. "Christopher has been placed under good care for the time being," the Commander says. There is no need for any further information. "We shall see to it that he is cared for and looked after."

Ernie, in the meantime, has began to slip off. Best to get inside the UN Building itself and alert someone about what is happening in the plaza, he figures, and he has to do the rest of the research for the case he has been put on. He quickly slips inside, his laptop still under his arm.

He is not running away... right?

Xiang's Messenger regards Li Xiangzhou for a long moment, and then gives the man a graceful bow. "Very well. He has been placed with a caretaker for the moment. That is well. I bid you good day. The Karmic Master shall contact you about tea. Perhaps invite the Director along as well."

The Messenger raises it's hand again, and the eyes break apart in a swarm, swooping down to slip into the Messenger's rib cage again. The nacre orbs, however, remain in place. There's a low humm, and a crackle of ozone... and then the Messenger is gone, a faint ripple in space the aftereffect of his blink system.

And then the nacre orbs fall down to the ground, shattering on the pavement with a musical tinkle.

Gemini Man is not hard to notice if you do have enhanced senses .... since he's in full armor under his cloak, slight rush of energy blossoming across his brow and chest to keep the disguise in place. But not knowing he's detected, he approaches, eyeballing the child Messenger and the strange figure seated next to him. Is this -other person- the one he was looking for? If so...remarkable coincidence, but there's no way to tell.

"Drink with me to days gone by, sing with me the songs we knew!" sings Feste, nodding to the Messenger's compliment. Not really, no, but hey. Whatever. It's a strange sort of apathy.

"Here's to pretty girls, who went to our heads; here's to witty girls, who went to our beds -- here's to them, and here's to you!"

The Fool. Ever /uninvolved/, ever the observer. Isn't it grand? Gemini goes unnoticed, because Feste does not have eyes in the back of his head.

Zen Eeh munches on her sandwich curiously, her eyes locked on Gemini Man. It's not hard for her to see that it is Gemini Man, as he's not exactly going out of his way to hide it. Checking the contents of her bag once again she moves her left hand to her earlobe in anticipation for a radio transmission or two. However for those not in the know, she most likely appears to be enjoying a piece of music with some fancy new discreet earplugs.

Dr. Nathan Xiang goes home.

Dr. Nathan Xiang has left.

Kaph is locked up in the basement somewhere, curled up in a twitching ball in the corner of her cell, where she's been for some time.

Li Xiangzhou watches the messenger of Xiang leave, as well as the collapse of the orb. He frowns just slightly, but then turns around and glances around the plaza. It seems to be returning to business as usual, which he finds slightly unsettling and disappointing. A shame, really. He enjoys those uncertain, chaotic moments.

It is then that the music of the street performer catches his ear. He glances over and frowns a bit. The song is to his distaste.

Pey sends a radio transmission to Gemini Man.

Gemini Man receives a radio transmission from Pey.

You intercept Pey's transmission to Gemini Man: Herro Gemini! Not really going to great expenses to hide yourself are you? Got something I can like, help ya with?

Of course, player has many meanings. Messenger reaches into his jacket (almost like an old schoolboy's uniform) and adds a couple more zenny (and a small, torn piece of paper, carefully hidden amongst the bills) as well to the hat as he listens, looking up slightly to set his gaze on the disguised Gemini Man. There doesn't appear to be any recognition. "Enjoying the performance?", he asks politely to the fellow behind Feste.

Resonance replies, <No Problem>, to Li, even as she watches Xiang's Messenger vanish, smirking. <Rather uncultured performance, eh sir?>, she replies thoughtfully, though with Xiang's grunt gone, she can go keep an eye on her own business. <I believe something else may be up, sir, so lets keep things tight.>

Gemini Man IS going out of his way to hide it. Just apparently his way has gotten obsolete. ... A fix is on the backburner, but it had to be put there thanks to other things, such as repairing computer systems, taking priority.

He's actually a bit surprised to GET a radio transmission, since the voice doesn't immediately ring a bell. But noting he's detected by SOMEONE causes him to reevaluate his current position. He stops moving toward the teenager and the street performer, and hangs back to respond.

Gemini Man sends a radio transmission to Pey.

Pey receives a radio transmission from Gemini Man.

You intercept Gemini Man's transmission to Pey: Hm? ... We were in theory. And you are?

Pey sends a radio transmission to Gemini Man.

Gemini Man receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Pey's transmission to Gemini Man: ...I'm Pey. Jeez, I'm beggining to think no Robot Masters know who I am! I lived in the Haven for a while, you remember?

If Feste notices Li's discontent, he gives no sign. A transmission that happens to reach his ears almost makes him lose his groove, but he catches himself beforehand. Hmm...

As if in response to Li's discomfort, Pey's transmission, and the addition of more bills to his 'donation hat', Feste sings even *louder*.

"Drink with me to the days gone by! to the life that used to be; at the shrine of friendship, never say die! Let the wine of friendship never run dry!"

<<Roger that, Sergeant,>> Li answers. He slightly smirks at the uncultured remark. He glances at the boy and the street performer, studying them for a moment. Nothing really of concern, so he issues them a small curt nod, and then speaks in his low tone, with his light Chinese accent. A strange answer to the boy's question, for certain. "Amusing."

In a STARTLING turn of events Pey FINISHES her sammich and has nothing more to do. Err... How about she, uhh, sings? Currently and quite flawlessly she begins to sing 'Angel's Eye' by Aerosmith for some reason or another, almost in direct competition with the other artist.

Gemini Man turns his head and looks over his shoulder. It takes him that time to notice the Yakuza Cohort, in her disguise, as she's familiar but not more than an acquaintance. He winces at how forward she's being... sidling up to her with a sort of tense walk.

Gemini Man sends a radio transmission.

Pey receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Gemini Man's transmission to Pey: Not discreet, are you?

Pey sends a radio transmission.

Gemini Man receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Pey's transmission to Gemini Man: Mmmno. Not really.

"Here's to you -- and here's to me!" sings Feste, even louder as Li glances his way. The Fool gives the commander a very slight bob of his head, a 'come here' sort of gesture. Come here, I have something to tell you...

"To the life that used to be! At the shrine of friendship, never say die! Let the wine of friendship never run dry! Here's to you...and /here's to me/!"

Pey's counter-singing goes ignored; that must be the 'Pey' referred to. Feste inwardly shrugs. Yeah, sure. We'll see.

Resonance finally brings the sniple rifle to bear on Gemini M....but he's not there anymore. She frowns as she studies her latest scans, noting the movement....It's bringing Gemmy out of range... So Resonance hops off one of the buildings, lightly floating over to a better spot.

Messenger looks to Li with a smile, "I never heard it before so I like it.", he says with unbearing optimism, even as he looks back to Feste, lightly whistling to the tune himself, guessing the next note incorrectly at times, but moving on nontheless.

Pey stops *dead* as Gemini arrives. Curling both her lips inward to muffle anything she may do, she simply turns both her eyes towards him. The fact she's also meeping a little in tune with the lyrics of the song she just stopped, and her actions actually come across as very light fear to those who see her but it's not.

Gemini Man looks out of the corner of his eye...and notices a security camera coming to bear on him. Starting to go down everywhere.

With Ering down, he was screwed if he stood around too long. "You need to watch that," he says tensely, narrowing his eyes at Pey.

"I see," Li answers as he approaches closer. He keeps an ear on his radio, however. What he can do with the situation is uncertain, but he trusts Sergeant Resonance to handle this problem. The Commander pays a quick glance in the direction of the singing of the Aerosmith song. Something is happening, but as a mere human without an array of advanced sensory measures, he cannot tell what. He glances back at the Fool, and merely observes.

Pey raises one eye curiously at the camera, "Hm, they work fast. I took out that camera amongst other ones a week ago." slipping her hands into her back again she fumbles, trying to find something. She begins to tap something solid and metallic. "And give me a minute and a wee bit of cover and I can short 'em out again."

Not discreet at ALL. .... Gemini Man sighs. "We won't be a part of this," he mutters. He walks past Pey with that same, stiff clip, and turns and mutters over his shoulder. "Good luck, but if we were you, we'd move out of that spot while we still could."

He sighs, and manuevers out of the area, quickly.

Gemini Man has disconnected.

Feste repeats the chorus one more time, looking pointedly at Li. C'mon, man take a hint. Hm, well... alright then.

Feste gathers what radio knowledge he has to fire at tightbeam at the Commander. << "Centurion, I suggest you investigate the lady in blue..." >>

Vague as ever. Feste is quickly reaching the first stage of his normal apathy, though. If the man cannot take a hint, then fine. It's not worth Feste's time...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... ... /dire/ ... senators. "How has the situation in the plaza fallen ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... the Plaza?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... dryly: ... Again."

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: Speaking of him, how is your search going, private?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... freak of ... ... leave ... ... alone ...

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Edward Hampton's transmission to Abernathy: Making progress. There's only so many 'Xiang's in China, after all. I should have a full report for you soon.

Li's eyes slightly narrow at the tightbeam transmission, but he remains otherwise entirely calm. He slightly nods at the man. "I enjoy your singing," he states rather bluntly. There is just a slight gleam in his eye as he looks at the Fool. "Perhaps you have more in your repetoire?"

At the same time, his hands slide into his belt--and press a button on the side of his radio communicator at the same time. Across the plaza, Lance Corporal O'Cooney looks up, as do a few other men. The big, burly Irishman spots the woman in the yellow dress as Li whispers her description into his radio, and then begins to walk across the plaza towards her.

Pey

A tall young woman is before you, a little below six foot to be precise. Very well figured and with an appearance that pretty much screams 'I'm fun and silly' as soon as you look at her. A very pretty face reveals dewey chocolate brown eyes and rather strangely sophisticated buisness glasses are complimented by lots of large locks of golden-blond hair which reaches below her sholders and is not in any tyes or keeping devices at all, so it's a little stunning and wild. She's wearing a rather restricting tight navy buisness skirt with with a sea blue band at the bottom. Above her simmilar tight navy blue shirt it a leather jacket, finishing Zen Eeh. (Fully pronounced 'Zenny')

Carrying:

Pey's Guitar

Pey takes Gemini's advice, and whilst slinging her bag over her shoulder begins to leave to a different location, with the occasional duck and weave. But is that to avoid anything, or simply because she's got that dang song in her head?!

Abernathy sends a radio transmission to Edward Hampton.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: Good. It might be of interest to you that one of our own security personnel is a distant relation of his. Commander Li Xiangzhou.

Second verse, same as the first! Wait, no...Resonance frowns as she lands on the next building, Gemini Man appears to be leaving, well that's nice and good...ooh, someone was standing with him? She points the sniper rifle at her this time, just in case. <Things may be calming down, sir. The fellow I was suspecting is moving out, but he was close in position with another. She's moving again now.>, she transmits.

Messenger merely taps his foot, listening to the songs clashing, sighing slightly, but still holding his good mood regardless. "That lady is being rather impolite, ah well..."

[Radio] Transmission detected: @Resonance says ... for ... delay Xiang's Cute ... left. We ... ... that ... was ... good ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ; except ... actually ... ... ... "He seemed satisfied ... ... For ... time ...

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Edward Hampton's transmission to Abernathy: Iiiiiinteresting. I don't suppose there's any information to be gained there?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... enough. -- Ahh Commander Li. Good ... hear your voice. ... ... ... ... discuss ... you ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... it's ... really Li chuckles dryly. ... Director? ... shall ... ... do ... ... then."

"Indeed she is, young master," says Feste quietly, having now ceased his singing. Song over; go home.

He looks up at Li, smiling. "I am a man of many talents, sir. Would you like her name?" The Fool's eyes glitter. Finally.

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: Possibly. I want to ask him myself.

Gabriel (Moero) pages: Oh, and if you do look at the torn piece of paper, it appears to be a handwritten rendition of Jacques' All the World's a Stage speech :)

Gabriel (Moero) pages: And there's a small outline of fire on the back in the same ink :)

"Certainly," Li answers with a smile. He regards the Fool with a warmer look for a moment--not friendship, certainly, but with respect. For Li, that is greater than a friendly feeling. Respect is everything to this man. "I have my suspicions, of course, but cannot be exact nor certain."

O'Cooney, in the meantime, is content to follow Pey at a distance. He seems a bit reserved--after all, who is to say just what she is? Appearance means nothing, and the Irishman is strong. Strength alone, however, could not handle a combat-model robot.

Feste smiles wider, and gestures briefly at his donation hat. Yes. He is serious.

A thin-lipped smirk crosses the Chinese officer's face. He obligingly digs his hand into his pockets, and pulls out a handful of zenny. A rather generous handful of zenny, at that. The officer throws the coins into the hat, and then gives another curt nod.

Victoly!

The Fool smiles even more broadly. "This fool's best guess is that her name is Pey, my good Centurion." Finally people have started seeing things his way. That's so considerate of them.

Abernathy sends a radio transmission to Edward Hampton.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: <pause> How delicate is your situation at present?

Messenger looks up, regards Li for a few moments. Perhaps he could merely pass the message on to him. His lady prefers them to be personal, but it was a rather vague one, and getting to the Director legally isn't something easy to do. He shifts into his pocket, withdrawing a second piece of paper, hrming softly.

Resonance is being shafted by her NPC. Damn him.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission from Edward Hampton.

You intercept Edward Hampton's transmission to Abernathy: Not at all... I'm having a bite at a restaurant right now, and nobody knows I'm looking for Xiang yet.

Abernathy sends a radio transmission to Edward Hampton.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: Mm. Interesting. If you wish to discuss the matter with Commander Li yourself, the offer of a recall is open.

The Shadow Hunter hears her name, and begins to get a little skittish. Promptly heading towards the exit of the complex she reaches the exit and makes sure not to face any cameras at all. Then, as she leaves the immediate part of the UN building she quickly darts to the left, in a shadowy skip alley and hastily shoves a black wig on her head, contacts etc. Pushing her hands again deep into her bag and wrapping herself around it also conceals her clothes as the bag is BIG, but she may get a question about why she's down there, even if Ernest can't find Zen. But then again, why would he see this '`new`' girl in the first place?

Abernathy receives a radio transmission from Edward Hampton.

You intercept Edward Hampton's transmission to Abernathy: Mmm... A possibility. I have a contact here working on some stuff for me too, but he won't be done for a while yet. I'm willing to stop by for a chat. With teleporters, it's not like it'll take me much time to redeploy.

"Pey?" Li taps his chin. The name is a part of the Hebrew alphabet, so he can guess her affiliation: Yakuza. This makes him frown a little bit. He has a distaste for their kind, but decides to dismiss it for now. "Thank you very much," he says to the Fool. "I am in your debt. What's your name, if I may ask?"

Abernathy sends a radio transmission to Edward Hampton.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Edward Hampton: Good.

"I am Feste, sir, Feste the Fool," Feste replies, still smiling, idly strumming a chord or two on his guitar. "Tell Abernathy I said good morrow?" A conspiratorial glint in his eye. Hm!

It's innocent, though; Feste believes he has found a possible employer. Playing the informant to these delightful Interpol folks will be sure to earn him some brownie points.

He looks to the Messenger for a moment, strumming a different chord. "Good Centurion, I believe our young master is waiting for the privilege of your attention..."

The Commander nods his head, and smiles. "The pleasure is mine, then, Feste the Fool. I hope we meet again. Perhaps we could share some tea when we do?"

At the same time, Li lifts up his radio once more. A quick report from O'Cooney reports that the infiltrator--Pey, of the Shadow Hunters--has gotten away. Disconcerting, but if she is wise, she will not be staying around the plaza. Still, precautions are best. He hits the two way channel.

Messenger frowns, well, he was to give a message to that fellow, so that means he must trust his ability to discern whether he can give another to this fellow. He does look to Feste, considering him for a few moments. This message was to go to the Director too, how ironic. He looks back to Li, "Ah, yes, I believe that is what I was holding for, my apologies sir. Ah, I wished to give this item to you to pass on to the Director when you have time.", he holds out a small piece of paper for Li, carefully folded and bound by a small, but effective seal, and with enough thickness to ensure it isn't looked through, "I would hand it to himself personally, but he appears to be busy today, and the one who sent me requested I give this message as personally as possible.", Feste the Fool, Messenger thinks with a wry grin, he understands why that particular message was chosen then. Lovely fellows.

Ernest Fairbanks sends a radio transmission to Abernathy.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission.

You intercept Ernest Fairbanks's transmission to Abernathy: @Li Xiangzhou transmits, "Director. We've had a possible attempt by the Shadow Hunters to infiltrate. I suggest we move Kaph to the Repliforce Headquarters in Australia, as a result. Higher security and less of a public area will be needed now, I believe."

Abernathy sends a radio transmission.

Ernest Fairbanks receives a radio transmission from Abernathy.

You intercept Abernathy's transmission to Ernest Fairbanks: <muttered> Ah, that does step things up slightly. <louder> Understood, Commander Li. I'll speak to the General to make the necessary arrangements.

Li takes the message and regards it for a moment, and then regards the Messenger. A strange boy, this one. But if there is anything the Commander has learned, it is that questioning the personal decisions of Abernathy tends to be most... unwise. He nods his head. "Very well, then. I shall do so."

Ernest Fairbanks sends a radio transmission to Abernathy.

Abernathy receives a radio transmission from Ernest Fairbanks.

You intercept Ernest Fairbanks's transmission to Abernathy: (From Li, of course)But of course, Director. A pleasure as always.

The Fool merely smiles at the boy. Of course, he has yet to find his own little slip of paper from the Messenger's mistress, but... "Thank you, good Commander. I would enjoy that."

"Then, I bid you both adieu. I shall see the message to the Director, of course," Li says. He gives a slight bow to both of them, and then starts off on his way into the UN Building. There is, of course, much to be done. For Commander Li, there is always much to be done.

[OOC] Feste slips Li his business card, "Give this to him too." *wink*

[OOC] Gabriel says, "<Li> It's a blank card. <Feste> *sigh* yes."

Messenger bobs his head, "Thank you.", he tips his cap to Li and then to The Fool politely, giving him a wink and a smile before saying, "Well I must be off as well then with my duty completed. Good day, sir, Feste."

[OOC] Ernest Fairbanks returns to OOCness.

Ernest Fairbanks has left.

Feste nods curtly to Commander Li, and then to the Messenger. "And to you as well, young master..."

As everyone goes their separate ways, the Fool quietly gathers the contents of the donation-hat and shoves it into a pocket, replacing the hat upon his head. Glee! He'll count it later. He slowly rises to his feet, returning the guitar to its resting place on his back. Mm. Nothing like a hot meal after a hard day's work, yes. There's got to be a handy restaurant around here somewhere...