The 'good' old days [Roxy]

Roxy was on her way to follow another lead, still trying to find that one person that could open her eyes to the event two years prior. After talking to the former principal of the academy, she went on the search for the parents of the children who had gone missing or who had died during that time. Well she was on her way to speak with one of the mothers, but someone caught her eye, a man with gray skin and deep purple hair. She looked at him for a second through her glasses, studying him really. Was it bad if she approached about the event based on his appearance? Maybe so, but she needed information and anything supernatural would do. She walked across the street, moving to the sidewalk in front of him. She walked in his direction as she pulled out her badge, beginning to flash it towards the man. "Excuse me sir." She had no jurisdiction here, so it wasn't like he had to answer them anyways. This was her only option right now, talk to suspicious looking people and question them on the events two years ago. "Special Agent Roxy, F.B.I.; I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." This would have been easier if she had been there when this happened.

"I'm investigating the events two years ago. I'm asking most people so don't worry, I'm not picking you out of the crowd. This is just the most efficient way to gather intel on the whole event that apparently took place in that time." That was a total lie, but her facial expression didn't change as she opened up her trench coat, pulling out her notepad and pen as she placed her badge in there. "It is necessary so thank you for cooperating, this won't take long." She opened up the pad to a fresh page, pressing the pen to the page as she looked up at him. "Do you mind if I ask your name first? Don't want to put you down without knowing who you are." She would write his name if he spoke it, underlining it and beginning to write underneath it about his appearance. After that she wouldn't look up as she wrote, assuming he was still there. "How long have you been in Azores?" She wrote down the same question she just asked, getting ready to write down his answer.

She looked up from writing after his name was on the page, the sun glaring her glasses so her eyes were hidden. "Let's just say I've been busy since recently, and I got assigned to this case when no one touched it." That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth. The man didn't need her entire story anyways, so she left the rest out. "Four years? So I'm guessing you were here two years ago?" She waited for a quick reply, looking down at her notepad. "The event was a supernatural one right? Or am I reading the situation wrong?" She almost asked why his skin color was different from a normal color, but she decided that was probably not one she should ask. "I just need to know what happened, so anything you can give me would help." She wrote a note a few more notes about him, it wasn't anything bad just observations she made.

She jotted down a few more notes before flipping the notepad shut. "If you really must know, I'm here to assess if it's going to happen again. Which is why I need to understand what happened in the first place." She placed her hand on her hip, leaning on her right let for support. "The files here are bull. They're really vague and leave out important details, which makes my job annoying and tedious. I've noted that the police force here is unreliable." She snickered a bit, looking up at the sky. "Honestly my boss decided it wasn't too late to check up on this place, but I feel like this is just a waste of time. Sure something could happen, but I should just come back if and when it does." She looked back up at the man, studying him a bit more. She couldn't help it really, she just had to ask. "Alright it's killing me. Did something during the event cause you to look like this, or is this something else of that origin?" She tried to not make that sound rude, but it was hard with her serious tone.

"It's more like taking an assessment on this place. You would be surprised though, when something of this magnitude happens, it can be easy to predict if it or something similar will happen again. But no one here has any clue how to do that apparently." Roxy laughed a bit, pushing her glasses up her face a bit. "The police here are all dimwits. I couldn't get any worthwhile information out of them. Most of them have just been pushing pencils for a few years so they're not used to actually investigating anything." He mentioned how dangerous it would be for her to get involved, which was something she had heard a few times since coming here. "I can handle myself. I wouldn't have been sent here if I couldn't deal anything of this nature. I've dealt with this enough to understand how to handle myself if the situation arises." She nodded at the comment on his appearance, trying to keep eye contact. "I was just curious. This place is on my top ten list of strangest places in the world, which is saying something cause I've seen everything." She took her hand off her hip and placed it into her trench coat pocket, surprised this man had actually pulled her into a conversation. It had been awhile since she had actually talked to someone; ever since...

"With the way you make it sound, it would be absolute hell if it happened again so here's hoping. There's only one real way to know if it's truly over though." She thought for a second before continuing. "It depends on how it ended the first time. It's like a sentence, there are periods that end the sentence and start a new one, but there are also commas that make it sound like the sentence is over when in reality it is still going to pick up." She had been told that line by her old partner when they were working; it had been some time since she had use that out loud. "There's also semicolons, that create another sentence of sorts different from the original one, inside the sentence itself. It's honestly easier to think of it like that." It really was, at least by her standards. That was usually how she evaluated these events of sorts; if it seems like the job didn't get done the first time, she knew it would happen again. "Gods? Which ones, if you don't mind me asking? I know about the two main ones that invoke the use of personas, if that's what you're referring to. Those are easy to remember compared to everything else. Honestly I thought it was always funny how they were in position each time they appear." She smirked a bit. "I used to think America was strange, but it's one of the most boring places I've lived in." She cleared her throat, maintaining eye contact. "So tell me, do you know how it ended? And maybe a general on how it began?"

"No see, the event was a full sentence." She scratched the back of her head, thinking for a second. "Ahh forget the metaphor. It's one of those things that you either understand or you don't." She didn't want to sit there all day and try to explain what she meant, at least it made sense to her. "Well there was an event in America, though it wasn't of this magnitude. But a few operatives lost their lives during that time, so it wasn't something you could easily forget if you witnessed it.." It wasn't too bad, just a Demon outbreak throughout the entire country; but it was only a few demons per state and they dealt with them fairly quick, compared to how long this event two years ago apparently took place. That was the time that her partner had died though, which is the only reason she would remember a mission like that. "Either way, if it seems like there's going to be a squeal, then there probably will be. Like if the 'final battle,' felt anti-climactic in a way." She paused for a moment, checking her phone. It had already gotten late huh? "Alright Mr. Rikei, it was nice speaking to you." She placed her phone back in her pocket, looking up at the sky. "You seem to know what you're doing. So if anything happens, I don't expect you won't be on the case in fixing it." Without another word, she'd move on to the house she was going to in the first place. The detour did help her investigation, but there was still work to be done. Maybe the two could fight side by side eventually; that is if Roxy felt like working together.

[Exit]