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Post by Rhea Stone on May 11, 2016 23:50:52 GMT
Rhea would have much preferred to send anyone else, one of the local MCD inspectors or even a rookie. But, the security footage from the bar had been leaked to the press somehow, and this poor girl had gotten famous. At least no one knew who she actually was, since the footage was too grainy for the new crews or anyone on the Internet to get a good match. The MCD had learned her identity by interviewing the owner of the bar.
So here she was, standing outside a random apartment door in Lansing Bay, having been none too ceremoniously pulled from a case in Newcroft to get this done. Rhea sighed, adjusted her jacket, and knocked on the door.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 0:07:33 GMT
"One sec!" Sarina called out from the other side of the door. It wasn't that much longer before there was a sound of fabric ripping, followed by a very irritated growl. "Oh for the love of-- That was my last good shirt!!" It was soon followed by several boxes being shuffled through. Eventually, the door opened rather slowly, as if the occupant on the other side was rather hesitant to do so.
Standing in a rather baggy white t-shirt that looks like it had seen better days, the drummer looked at the other woman. "Can I help you with somethin'?" she asked.
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 0:14:21 GMT
Rhea didn't even flinch, pulling out her badge and flashing it. "Inspector Stone, Metahuman Control Department. Can I come in?"
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 0:45:42 GMT
"Shit..." she muttered, stepping back. "Yeah, I suppose so... Come on in, just... Pardon the mess," she said to her. All around the house, it clearly looked like there could have been a fight or an altercation. Broken glass, torn shirts, bent silverware. It looked pretty bad, but it wouldn't take long for her to explain herself. "Still not used to these new powers yet... Kinda broke a lot of things."
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 0:56:56 GMT
Rhea took a quick look at the room, before turning to face Sarina. "I take it you know why I'm here, then." She looked like the type to just avoid trouble, but then again she threw a man across a bar. That man was still in the hospital. She had an MCD SWAT team waiting around the corner, just in case she needed them.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 1:03:49 GMT
"Is it about the other night? Because I can explain all of that!" she told her. "Well. Most of it. Actually, if I were being honest, only part of it because I'm still wrapping my head around the whole 'I have superpowers thing.'"
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 1:07:16 GMT
"The incident from the other night is dealt with. Mr. Martinez has been compensated for the damage to his business." Rhea pulled out a manila envelope. "Ms. Strenger, I'm here today because I'm forced to give you something of an ultimatum."
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 1:21:58 GMT
At least Julio was compensated for, that put her mind at ease just a little. However, when the ultimatum was brought up, she raised an eyebrow. "Why am I afraid that this is gonna be something like 'Come with us for extensive questioning' or something like that?"
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 1:26:53 GMT
"It's not quite so sinister." Rhea placed the envelope on the closest table to her. "Either you apply for a Special Apprehensions License, or I'm going to have to arrest you for meta-vigilantism." She thought of the SWAT team around the corner. A bullet had knocked her flat, but it hadn't done anything more than wind her. Restraining her for transport would be quite the ordeal, and Rhea didn't really want to have to deal with that.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 1:39:06 GMT
"A... what-now?" she asked. "Okay, I'll admit that I know super-criminals are a huge thing nowadays, but you're gonna have to explain to me what this License thing is. I haven't been keeping track of all the special stuff going on in the world of super-people, since I didn't know I even had powers until two nights ago." She then crossed her arms. "Doesn't this shit happen at like... sixteen or something?"
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 1:47:56 GMT
"Super powers are as wide and varied, both in function and origin, as people themselves." Rhea explained. "The Special Apprehensions License more operates as a way of letting us keep track of meta-vigilantes and properly utilize their powers. Upon getting a license, you will be entitled to a bounty for every criminal you bring in, both meta and not, although meta-criminals naturally earn higher rewards. In fact, you're already entitled to 250 euro the moment you sign up. The guy you threw skipped out on his parole after he was convicted of domestic abuse and public intoxication."
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 2:17:16 GMT
Sarina listened intently to Inspector Stone's explanation at the Special Apprehensions License, taking it all in. At the mention of bounties, she perked up just a little, even moreso when she brought up how she was already entitled to some money for the guy she took out. "And that's on top of the attempted kidnapping charge? I'm sure Quinn talked about that...." she muttered. "But what's the catch to all this? Surely you can't just pay me for bringing criminals in. There's gotta be something else to it."
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 2:32:12 GMT
"You might occasionally be called in to testify." Rhea noted. "And we will be needed a way to contact you in case of a meta-criminal attack. Of course, you can request to not be contacted to fight, in which case we will simply leave you be. We'll also need notification of any false identity you plan to take on and either a photo or drawing of any costume you plan on wearing."
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 4:50:51 GMT
"Of course, I gotta testify in court for this sorta thing. Do I need to come in for this case?" she asked her. After hearing the rest of the information from her, she decided to just explain all of it in one go. "All right. If you're gonna call me, it's gotta work around our tour schedule, because we're not always in Lansing Bay. If a performance is going on, I ain't gonna drop it to fight a guy unless it poses a threat to everyone in the venue. As far as false identities and costumes? Too much work, so I'm not gonna bother with it."
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 4:58:47 GMT
"Not for this case. He violated his parole, so he's going right back to jail." Rhea noted, before listening to Sarina's speech and nodding every now and then.
"You will need to provide an accurate tour schedule then. Choosing not to adopt a secret identity is fine, but the department is legally required to mention that you will be at risk of meta-criminal retaliation on your personal life or place of business. Which in this case I suppose would be your band studio or wherever you happen to be performing." Rhea explained. The SWAT team had probably moved on by now: she'd given them orders to wait a few minutes after confirmation of entry. If there was no deployment order given, they would go home.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 5:11:39 GMT
"Well, why don't you guys follow us on our social media accounts and website?" she asked with a teasing smirk. "We keep all our info up to date as quickly as possible, so you won't miss out on any info at all." When she brought up the risk of the secret identity thing causing some issues, she grinned. "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for any trouble at all. But I have too much stuff to be doing to craft a secret identity or a costume for myself. Besides, some of our bigger fans have been talking about it non-stop for the past couple of days. Trust me, they'll know it's me."
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 5:17:11 GMT
Rhea's face remained a statue. "Alright then. Just fill out the paperwork, sign it, omit the section regarding your secret identity and make sure to postmark it within a week, or else I'm going to have to come back and actually arrest you. We'll email you a temporary license upon receiving the form, you should get a more permanent one in the mail. You're going to need to present the license whenever you make an arrest." Rhea hated doing this. She really wished that she could be out in the field doing actual good, solving cases. Not standing here, making sure random janes who suddenly happened to have superpowers had all the correct forms filled out and filed in triplicate.
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 6:05:41 GMT
Sarina looked up and raised an eyebrow as she began filing out the papers... and promptly tore through the paper with her pen strokes. "Oh god dammit..." she muttered as pulled the pen away before looking up at Rhea. "You know, Inspector... If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you really, really don't want to be here right now. Something on your mind?" she asked. "I may not look it, but I'd like to say that I'm an okay therapist. Even if I'm not licensed or anything."
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Post by Rhea Stone on May 12, 2016 6:26:58 GMT
Rhea didn't respond, simply taking a seat and waiting. She was on duty; she didn't need to wrap up this random girl in her personal problems with the bureaucracy. In her head, she started mulling over a case, a recent one. Someone was taking out gangsters. The doctors identified their wounds as being consistent with electrical burns, which meant an electrical meta...
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Post by Sarina Strenger on May 12, 2016 17:57:15 GMT
"Silent treatment? Okay then. You got another form I can fill out?" she asked her. "I don't think the paper being torn through will be considered legally binding, all things considered. And I'm still not exactly used to these powers yet."
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