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[The feed turns on and staring back at the screen is ~~everyone's favorite bitchy councilor~~ Councilor Aenathia. Poised as always, if you look very closely, you might detect just a touch of irritation in her expression.]

Hello everyone, as promised I come here with more information. The Council has just reached a decision regarding investigation of the disappearance of world P-3/4. It has been decided that I, along with Miss Devorah Kebi and Sargent Morrison, will be in charge of our own squads. For those who would be interested in working with me, you need only say so. I look forward to it, and promise you that the Council will appreciate your assistance as well.

[Filtered to Ivan]

Ivan, might I have a moment of your time?

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Worried? What do you mean, Councilor?

[Perhaps he'd mistaken anxiety for annoyance.]

You are quite sweet to ask, but I do not wish to sour your opinions of Sargent Morrison or Miss Kebi. Yet... I feel as if I can trust you with this information.

Sargent Morrison and Miss Kebi . . . ?

The other two heading the investigation.

Ah, y-yes, I was aware of that. What I meant was . . . what sort of worries do you have about them?

Sargent Morrison has a habit of defying authority, going so far as withholding information in his reports. He also has been investigated for falsifying his reports as well, although his reasons are unclear. As for Miss Kebi, her records are meticulously clean. I know from experience that this is not the case, and that she has dabbled with inter-dimensional affairs that are quite unsavory. I know not why she even involves herself in this in the first place, but I can wager a guess.

To be frank, I am not sure either can be trusted.

Ah. I'd heard some of the conversations you had with them publicly, Miss Aethania. I hope you don't mind . . . But I guess that explains it pretty well.

. . .

That's pretty serious. It certainly doesn't seem as if Miss Kebi should be trusted, then. It was strange to me to think that she was given so much authority in the first place. But Enforcer Morrison -- It should be alright with him, shouldn't it? He's been working here for . . . hundreds of years, right?

Would you be able to keep a secret, Ivan?

I believe so. I . . . tend to keep everyone's secrets. Most people don't even know I'm keeping their secrets.

I knew that I could trust you.

[Her eyes lower, as does her voice.]

I know where Sargent Morrison was when all of this happened. I know that I should not be withholding information given my position, but please understand. This man is quite powerful, both in influence and prowess. Even speaking up would put myself in danger.

I will share that information with you under the promise that you will not speak a word of it. You say that you are a telepath. You may read my mind if you wish. I will allow it.

Ah . . . You have my word, Councilor. I . . . I wouldn't dream of betraying your trust.

[For some reason, Ivan is suddenly slightly afraid. Afraid of the information she's about to disclose, or afraid of something else? He's not sure. But what he does know is that whenever he's about to find out can't be a good thing. Ivan closes his eyes and allows the Psynergy to work.

He begins to sift through the Councilor's mind.]

[Closing her eyes, she smiles somewhat reassuringly, as if she could tell he was scared.

He comes across a scene and is suddenly moving. It is late in the evening, and he sees a hand go up toward his face as Aenathia yawns, then again when she rubs her eyes. Moving through various corridors, she makes her way toward the gate complex. There is a short conversation between her and the guard, to which she explains that she is going home to her husband and daughter as a surprise. Passing by with a wave, the flashback fast forwards a bit, the Elvin woman walking toward one of the gates.

Morrison's voice echoing through the halls, she stops walking. Looking toward him, there is another figure nearby, the gate number where they are standing near impossible to make out from that distance. Morrison seems edgy, and the scene shifts suddenly to the right as Aenathia darts behind a wall. Peeking out just slightly, she watches as there is something passed between the two, the shadowed figure bowing his head and disappearing through the gate. Taking a breath, he seems to hear her, suddenly whipping his head around to look. The vision goes black for a moment before coming back again; Morrison is gone.]

[Ivan follows along with the memory. It is a novel experience for him -- He is usually only able to delve into thoughts. But, he expects, that would be because no one has ever actively allowed him to view a memory as if recorded on one of those strange devices he had seen here. He is unsurprised when Morrison appears and keeps quiet as the interaction with the mysterious figure takes place. He is more concerned with the label on the gate . . . . . It began with a P or a B. And ended with a 4.

When the memory has concluded, he is silent for a few moments before withdrawing from Aethania's mind.]

. . . I can understand your apprehension, Councilor. And this . . . This was approximately the time when World P3/4 disappeared?

[She is rather quiet, as if bringing this up was a large burden upon her.]

That is correct.

It's entirely possible this is a complete coincidence, of course.

[He speaks quietly as well. And Ivan may be naive, but he's not dumb. He makes the next logical step fairly quickly.]

Miss Aethania . . . "If you find anyone in any world you believe to be withholding vital information, I have no qualms about dragging forth the truth, no matter whom it may be." That's what I said earlier, and I stand by it.

Is this what you ask of me?

[She clutches her hands to her chest. If Ivan looks close enough, he will see that they are shaking slightly. She nods gently.]

Please, do not think less of me for keeping this information to myself until now...

[Ivan is a bit too occupied with his own thoughts to notice, but he responds to her nod with a slow one of his own.]

No. If whatever's going on is because of a person . . . And someone who's known and respected, at that. You couldn't say anything at all.

. . . Alright. I'll do it. I'll find out the truth -- I don't truly believe Sargent Morrison could be responsible for something like this, but either way, he shouldn't be keeping a secret concerning World P3/4 at a time like this. And I'm already pretty well known for being bad about keeping my abilities in check, so there's no reason to suspect me of anything if I accidentally let my mind wander.

[She brightens up a bit.]

Thank you. Thank you so much. And please, if there is anything, anything that I can do, simply name it.

It's fine, Councilor. This is for the sake of a whole world, after all . . . Even if it turns out you were wrong, I'm sure it's right to investigate.

[She does something surprising. She puts a hand on his head.]

You are a good boy, Ivan. You remind me a lot of my daughter, in a way. It is quite refreshing.

[He wonders whether it is appropriate to be surprised that she has a child before deciding that it would be alright. Regardless, he allows himself to be patted.]

Aha, thank you. You have a daughter . . . ? Do you mind if I ask what world you're from, Councilor?

[She nods.]

Of about your age. Her name is Mirildra and she is the light of my life. Unfortunately, I am not able to see her as often as I would like.

Not at all. My world is called Merirnys; I am from Essondir, the capital city of Issahelia.

Ah . . . That's too bad. I guess with the emergency, you never did get a chance to go home to see your family that night.

[And though she hadn't asked, he offered anyway.]

I'm from Weyard -- Contigo, I'm told, though I was raised in Kalay. Your world sounds very . . . beautiful. Even the names are lyrical.

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