[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color], [color=ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color], and [color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/4qm182rs7/ezgif-2-dffee309cd.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Asylum
[b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology (Iris), Acrobatics (Jaina), Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training) (Risa)[/center][hr]	
	Risa didn't bother answering the question in French, she just looked over to Iris and smiled. [color=a187be]"The circus,"[/color] she said before glancing towards Jaina and winking. As Jaina introduced her she nodded and stood up fully taking a few moments to make a grand and deep bow, very reminiscent of the Russian Circus. [color=a187be]"That is right, and we must find out what happened to your friend. We could use an artist to paint us some beautiful banners so people know the circus is coming to town. Red ones, stunning ones,"[/color] Risa said as she spun around and bent at the hips, letting her hair cascade to the ground. [color=a187be]"Think you can help me find her? Perhaps we could Bahzooli a person or two on the way?"[/color] she asked of Jaina as she smiled warmly at the girl. 

	Iris nodded. She supposed that it made sense - from what she recalled from Jaina's file, a lot of her insanity stemmed from an accident at the circus. If Risa had brought up the circus and Jaina switched languages, it likely served as some sort of trigger. She filed that information away mentally, noting that it could be potentially useful later on. 

	[color=ff99ff]"You know what would be amazing?!"[/color] Jaina squealed, her eyes wide. [color=ff99ff]"Bazhooli could help! And he'd play knives with me~!"[/color] Jaina gushed. She knew all about those called the Great Bazhooli and their prowess in knives was legendary. She wiggled her toes, about to launch into another round of the giggles when Iris gently cut her off. 

	[color=99ccff]"Can you help us, Jaina? Jaina?"[/color]

	Jaina tilted her head for a moment, her expression briefly souring at the doctor. She disliked Iris but she wasn't about to let the doctor spoil her fun! The last day had been positively amazing and it was only becoming more so. Soon enough, Jaina was certain, she'd get to go on an adventure with Risa, the Shadow of the Night, and find her BFF again! Cynthia would love the circus, that she was certain of. Maybe they could do a doubles act together? 

	[color=ff99ff]"I can show you~!"[/color] Jaina giggled. [color=ff99ff]"Cynthia and I were sooooo close~ Cross my heart, hope to die, stab a needle in my eye...But that doesn't make sense, right? You'd always get the needle stabbed in...But hey, more painting materials~!"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Yes, many more painting materials. But what you need now isn't your eyes. It's your voice. Like the great ring master. I did make you a promise,"[/color] Risa said as she pulled the phone from her pocket and held it out to Jaina. [color=a187be]"You wanted to make a call?"[/color] she asked and smiled at Jaina. [color=a187be]"[sub]1[/sub]И не волнуйтесь, у меня острые вещи. Металл - не единственный материал, который можно изготовить из."[/color]

	Jaina nodded, taking the phone with glee. She pressed in the number 202-456-1111 with glee, squirming a bit with each successive number. There weren't very many phone numbers that she could have dialed in. Cynthia didn't have one as far as Jaina was aware - which was a shame! That snapchat thing sounded like fun! And why would she rain on her own parade by calling her brother? She held the phone to her ear, holding up a finger to signal for Risa and Iris to be quiet as it rang. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Hiiiiiiiii~!"[/color] Jaina squealed. [color=ff99ff]"I'd like to make a tiiiiiiiny suggestion - we should replace the eagle with the pink panther! It'd be so cute~! And I'm sure everyone would be a lot happier. I would know - I live in an asylum. Everyone loves pink panthers!"[/color]

	[color=ff99ff]"Oh, and I hope you're really good at screaming!"[/color] Jaina giggled. [color=ff99ff]"Toodles~!"[/color]

	Iris had to resist the urge to hit her forehead with her palm. [color=99ccff]"Jaina, sweetheart, who...who did you just call?"[/color] Iris asked. It clearly wasn't Cynthia or any number that, in Iris' opinion, would have been helpful. She glanced towards Risa, really hoping that the translator knew what she was doing. 

	[color=ff99ff]"The Greenhouse~!"[/color] Jaina replied ecstatically. [color=ff99ff]"Or is it white....? Or blue! I think it should be pink with sparkles. Needs more pizzazzzzzzzz...."[/color]

	Risa found herself letting out a snort of laughter as Jaina answered the question. [color=a187be]"Probably the sanest person they've spoken to in years,"[/color] Risa said as she looked over at Iris. Slowly her eyes went back over to Jaina. [color=a187be]"Want to go see Cynthia? Could take you there if you know where she is."[/color]

	Iris felt both amused and frustrated with Jaina's choice of call. She didn't understand why Jaina had elected to call the White House - she doubted the president would want to listen to anything Jaina had to say. But then again, Iris wasn't a fan of the current administration either. [color=99ccff]"[sub]2[/sub]C'est possible,"[/color] Iris replied, smiling wearily. [color=99ccff]"We could bring some easels and canvas with us as well, if you'd like to paint with her."[/color] Positive reinforcement - right? It had become Iris' mantra when it came to dealing with Jaina rather quickly. She seemed to be receptive to it. 

	[color=ff99ff]"[sub]3[/sub]Tam bol'shiye nozhi, malen'kiye nozhi, mednyye nozhi, stal'nyye nozhi, zheleznyye nozhi, plastikovyye nozhi, shveytsarskiye armeyskiye nozhi..."[/color] With each type of knife Jaina listed off, she flipped up a finger in order to keep track. For a moment, it seemed like she had run out of knives she could name. [color=ff99ff]"[sub]4[/sub]Kinzhaly, okhotnich'i nozhi, kukhonnyye nozhi, myasnyye nozhi, karmannyye nozhi, metatel'nyye nozhi~!"[/color]

	She clapped, before nodding sagely at Risa. [color=ff99ff]"We need to go..."[/color] she paused, twirling her finger around in the air, [color=ff99ff]"left! Left is the direction we shall go~! We're off to see Cynthia, the wonderful Cynthia of Oz..."[/color]
	
	[color=a187be]"Yes, we need to hurry. Time to click our heels,"[/color] Risa said playing along with the Wizard of Oz thing going on. Lowering her head slightly she took on a more serious look as her eyes locked with Jainas. [color=a187be]"только ты и я прав?"[/color]

Jaina giggled, looking at Risa with a bit of confusion. The madness was dancing in her eyes and although she looked back at Risa, it was clear that she wasn't entirely there. Had Risa had skills to allow her to peer into Jaina's soul, she likely would have seen it torn and fractured, held together clumsily with an insistence on constant happiness and joy. Yet there was also misunderstanding - mainly, the nature of what Risa meant when she said it would just be the two of them. [color=ff99ff]"And now to crush the Wicked Witch~! The Wicked Witch~! The Wicked Witch!"[/color] Jaina gushed, before springing upwards towards Iris, aiming to kick the doctor backwards into the wall. 

	[color=ff99ff]"DING DONG THE WITCH IS...THE WITCH IS WITCH! THE WICKED WITCH!"[/color] Jaina cheered. 

	Iris, to her credit, had been watching Jaina like a hawk. She managed to just barely get out of the way of Jaina's kick, more convinced than with the last attack that perhaps sedating Jaina would be for the best - but the best for who? It certainly wouldn't be for Cynthia. The best clue as to where Cynthia was, after the photo album she had seen earlier, was the hurting and broken woman in front of her. While she would have preferred months or even years to work with Jaina, they had to cram all of that work into just a day - into just an hour. 

	[color=99ccff]"Jaina, that's wrong. You shouldn't hurt people. If you try that again, I'll have an orderly sedate you,"[/color] Iris said sternly. She was betting that Jaina would hate orderlies more than she hated psychiatrists. 

	Risa slipped around as Jaina launched. She had seen it coming, so many years training in F.A.C.S. had made is simple. Granted it didn't seem that Jaina was trying to hide her intentions. The girl was obviously broken. Not that Risa could see into her soul or anything but the way she acted, how she reacted to things, it was obvious to anyone. [color=a187be]"Yeah, you won't be doing that doc,"[/color] Risa said as she came up behind Iris and there as a feel of something sharp poking into the womans ribs. Risa had managed to get a knife passed security. It wasn't steel, it was ceramic. [color=a187be]"Now, hand your keys over to my friend there and I won't get rough with you."[/color]

	Had someone been ready with a camera, they would have seen pure and unfiltered shock on Iris' face. She didn't suspect that the translator from the United Nations would be someone she needed to worry about - yet she supposed there had been some warning signs. Risa did seem to have a lot of familiarity when it came to dealing with mental patients. But she dreaded the outcome of this situation - that there would be another kidnapping of a patient in less than twenty four hours. She still had the FBI agent's phone number - she'd contact him, as soon as she could. 

	[color=99ccff]"[sub]6[/sub]Quel dommage,"[/color] Iris said, her voice tinged with a bit of sadness. [color=99ccff]"[sub]7[/sub]C'est une malade mental. Elle a besoin d'une psychiatre - pas d'un couteau."[/color] She then looked towards Jaina, unable to see Risa behind her. For the wellbeing of her patient, what was the best choice for her to make? Yet as she glanced down at her wrist and saw the friendship bracelet from her brother, she knew that she couldn't make this into a fight. It'd end with one of them injured at best - dead at worst. [color=99ccff]"[sub]8[/sub]Ce sont mes clés. J'espère que tu peux l'aider - elle a besoin de ça. Elle ne comprend pas la morte - retiens ça."[/color] Iris then reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys, sliding them across the floor to Jaina. 

	[color=ff99ff]"Braaaaaaavo~!"[/color] Jaina applauded, taking the keys. [color=ff99ff]"Hey Doc~! I got a riddle for you and Risa, I bet, knows the answer~! What's about to be black and blue and red all over~?!"[/color] Jaina giggled. She held the keys in her fist, with the key sticking out between her knuckles, as if she intended to use them as weapons first. 


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1 - And don't worry I have sharp things. Metal isn't the only material knives can be made from
2 - It's possible
3 - There's big knives, little knives, copper knives, steel knives, iron knives, plastic knives, swiss army knives...
4 - Daggers, hunting knives, kitchen knives, butcher knives, pocket knives, throwing knives
5 - Just you and me right?
6 = What a pity [i]note: not nearly as sarcastic as the translation makes it seem to be[/i]
7 = She's mentally ill. She needs a psychiatrist - not a knife.
8 = These are my keys. I hope that you can help her - she needs that. She doesn't understand death - remember that.
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