[img]https://i.imgur.com/kqCeKN6.png[/img] [hr] After the all the rounds of questioning were all wrapped up, Radvi was excused from the security station to carry on with his midday patrol. Before beginning his loop around however, he’d decided something to eat was in order. Cup of coffee’s nice, but it’s not a whole day’s worth. Griffin had excused himself from accompanying Radvi to do… [i]something[/i] else, he wasn’t really sure. But that was fine. There was a nice little place he frequented called the High Rise. A pleasant, nothing-fancy, generous-with-its-open-hours breakfast spot, operated by a supposedly [i]ex[/i]-parahuman woman named Noelle. Both of her arms were gone and replaced with advanced prosthetics. How that all happened, Radvi didn’t know. He never pressed her about it. All he ordered was a small hot chocolate and a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry filling. He often didn’t eat much for most meals. He found a seat at an empty table - of which there were quite a few - and sat down to enjoy his meal, in relatively short order. He decided to check his phone for the morning news. [indent][i]HEADLINE: Criminal figure ‘Freaky-D’ apprehended by Promise security, escorted off-station and back to Earth[/i][/indent] And a little bit below that... [indent][i]Well liked instructor Arthur Coleman elects to further parahuman education on Earth[/i][/indent] It would make sense that Gennedy would want the removal of that roller skating fool to greatly overshadow any mention of Coleman’s sudden disappearance. Fog up the real goings on with some boasting about getting rid of someone who, yes, kicked a student’s face and set off a very unpleasant event, but in the end did nothing of note afterwards, save run around leaving his graffiti all over the station. Radvi didn’t want him sticking around anymore than the next guy, but spacing him? He still felt a knot in his gut over it, but the feeling was soon interrupted. [b]“Agent Radvi.”[/b] Radvi raised his head upward, his attention turned to a pair of monochromatic figures who’d just… showed up out of nowhere, when he wasn’t looking. Two colorless, faceless men, dressed in opposing suits and counter-opposing ties. They stood before the table with their hands behind their backs, in what could very well have been perfect symmetry. “Haven’t seen you two in a while.” Radvi said, in some sense of disbelief. Mister Black and Mister White were rarely seen outside of their office… wherever the hell their office was in the first place. They were probably two of the most secretive people on the whole station, only ever talking to a scant few random people, like a handful of staff or a scant few students, the latter of which weren’t always signed up for their counseling sessions. Honestly, it barely seemed like they worked on the Promise at all. [b]“We have been preoccupied.”[/b] White said. [color=gray][b]“Apologies for our absence.”[/b][/color] Black added. “It’s fine but, I mean-” Radvi began, “H-how does student counseling keep you [i]that[/i] busy?” The duo simply looked at each other without a word. Radvi sat there, waiting for an answer, but didn’t receive one. After a moment of silence had passed, he decided to just push ahead and say to them, “Forget it, do you need something?” [b]“Not at all. We are simply here to ‘check in’, as it were.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“We were present for your questioning those five students this morning.”[/b][/color] [b]“Not perceived by any parties present at the time, however.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“You’ll have to forgive us for that.”[/b][/color] “Y-...” Radvi stammered, “Yeah, sure, fine. What exactly do you know about all this, as it stands?” [b]“It would seem that the most noteworthy events taking place on the Promise as of recent, have consistently involved the same collection of five students.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“Last week’s ruckus, last night’s scare, all very unexpected and, dare we say, [i]concerning[/i] for the station at large.”[/b][/color] [b]“And all of this, with some unknown party operating in the shadows, if what Miss Nelson stated is to be believed.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“Very exciting.”[/b][/color] [b]“Very dangerous.”[/b] “Okay, okay-” Radvi said, raising his hands in a halting gesture. “But [i]what[/i] is your interest in all this?” [b]“Concern.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“Curiosity.”[/b][/color] [b]“The Promise’s continued stability.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“The wellbeing of its inhabitants, parahuman and otherwise.”[/b][/color] [b]“Our interests as counselors, and yours as an agent of the law, always end up being quite similar.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“Wouldn’t you agree?”[/b][/color] “...Right.” Radvi replied, after a moment’s hesitation, “And yet you two will continue to be, just… non-participating bystanders?” [b]“For the most part, yes.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“We’re not what you would call ‘men of action’.”[/b][/color] “Sure.” Radvi said, nodding. At that moment, the High Rise’s clerk, Noelle, came around towards the table the trio were all situated at. “All good here?” She asked, looking at Radvi, to which he nodded in affirmation, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. Noelle then turned her head towards Black and White then, saying to them, “And how are you two doing?” [b]“We’re just fine. Thank you, Miss Cambry.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“How are the arms?”[/b][/color] “They’re doing just fine too.” Noelle replied, moving away from the table and back to the counter. As she did, Radvi returned his attention to the monochromatic duo. “Will that be all, then?” He asked, “I gotta get on patrol here in a bit.” [b]“Of course. Take care, Agent Radvi.”[/b] [color=gray][b]“We’ll be seeing you again soon, we suspect.”[/b][/color] “Right.” Radvi replied with a nod, taking a bite out of his bagel as Black and White seemed to simply vanish, into thin air. And Radvi was left, just about alone, to his own devices, inside the High Rise.