Quote:Schrdinger: Oi! I called dibs! DIBS!
Of course, in the course of this if Yukino sees Tate-N as being a protector....^^
*smacks overactive construct of his imagination down* Go interrogate Fujino or something.
As for Haruka? I suspect the main issue would be 'how do we point her in the direction of the opposition so that she makes _their_ lives hell?'
"The resemblance is uncanny, but we can't really check for any similarities that are more than just skin deep," she'd said.
To give credit where it's due, Miyuki was trying her best, but the facts were that she was rather more mechanically inclined. We'd need an actual geneticist on staff - and a sample from Viola as well, come to think of it - to do a more thorough check, and the only one who dabbled in that at the moment that we knew of was very much off limits.
Unless Juliet-ane-san could find some way to ... convince the woman to run and compare that sample. Doubtful, though. Too damn obvious and unusual to be treated as something harmless.
Luckily, after seeing our guest for herself, she'd conceded that no, we hadn't somehow managed to kidnap and imprison Shizuru Viola. Thereby saving us an ungodly amount of trouble.
She'd been insistant about being informed who the recovering young woman was, thought. I'd agreed, if only because it was the only way to keep her from becoming insistant. When Juliet-ane-san became insistant, there was usually quite a bit of rubble, metaphorical or not, left in said insistance's wake. Again, too obvious. Hence, my concession about keeping her updated.
Still, if nothing else, the redhead was a practical person, and more mercenary than idealistic. Which meant that I could risk trusting her when she said she'd keep quiet.
Ironic? Mm. Maybe. I've never trusted people who were chiefly following ideals. They could be dangerously unpredictable. Mercenaries, on the other hand, were usually in it for themselves and knew that not keeping their word would result in a loss of potential credibility, hence employment. The ones who had two neurons to rub together, at least. Juliet was opprotunistic, but she was also far from stupid.
After she'd left, Ren and I had proceeded to go through archive records for the Aries deliveries, and frustratingly enough found very little. And what we found was circumstantial at best. A private note attached here, a letter there ... but no patterns.
I was pretty damn sure that whoever our mystery visitor was, she'd been Aries' President's guest for a while. Guest meaning 'protective custody'. Honestly, I didn't think there was anything else to be done. Even though there seemed to be some small discrepancies, these were so minor that they were easily ignored ...
The short hair, the Jipang made clothes she'd been wearing ... they accentuated these differences. This made sense as well. Judging by the language she'd used, she was either from there or ...
Shito no Katsu.
Right. There was that. Either somebody on Earl was somehow better informed about that than Miyu, and she didn't know about them, or the situation was even more convulted than I'd initially imagined.
I wasn't about to go jumping to conclusions, but if it could happen to me, and it could happen to Gabriel, then there was no reason to _not_ suspect that ... well, everything is true, somewhere. Everyone is true somewhere, as well.
For now, though, there was nothing to be done about that other than waiting until ...
"Boss," Ren said, opening the door to Miyuki's corner of the analyst level. "She's awake."
Next: clash of the displacees?
I'd wanted to do the conversation, but for some reason I found myself procrastinating.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm