ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ [open]

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Cosmic Era ; Earth ; The Academy

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The sweep of sunlight stretched over his face, illuminating the pale skin beneath his hood. A slight shift of the shoulders tilted the man's body back, so he was covered by the shadows. His violet eyes were squinted, one hand tucked in his pocket. A cigarette was pinched between his gloved fingers, lit but barely smoked. 

Cleo Aboloft peered up at the Academy building, his cloak resting gently on his shoulder. The Dark Angel was used to being called in at odd hours, though he specifically asked not to be bothered during the day. A resigned sigh left him as he dropped the cigarette and ground it out with the heel of his boot. 

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Oh, man. So Cleo should totally meet my experiment at ICE. He'd have reason to visit there, right?)

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(Sure, if he was ordered to inspect/"visit" someone there in ICE

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Okay I don't know what the plot would be, but I think they'd an interesting interaction)

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[ Hmmmm, well, what's your experiment like? ]

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Her name is Halo. She's kind of shy and quiet, but with a strong will. She's blind, but can see the future)

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[ Well, Cleo has a pretty flat personality. He doesn't take sh*t from people, hence why he's the Dark Angel of the Academy. ]

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(I think maybe he has to take her out on a mission, and she ends up acting out?)

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(Mmm, I can see their relationship being one where they argue constantly XD)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Yes xD It'll be so fun)

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(Mmm, okay)

Cleo arrived at ICE, his Violet eyes covered in shades and his leather jacket pulled tightly around his torso. He hopped out of the car and strode toward the front, guarded doors.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Halo was being escorted back to her cell. She wasn't handcuffed or restrained--after all these years, they knew they didn't need to. They all saw her as weak and timid, and maybe she was, but not as much as they thought. Her milky eyes stared straight ahead, her face calm. She'd get out of here someday, and they would never know what hit them.

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Cleo nodded to the guards as he passed, heading down one of the stark hallways. He said nothing- he didn't have to.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Halo had no idea about what was going to happen next. She'd been at ICE her whole life, and had never been taken out to see--in a manner of speaking--the outside world. A hand on her shoulder halted her. "Mr. Aboloft," the guard beside her greeted him. "What brings you here today?"

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"I was instructed to come here," Cleo nodded to him, "To bring some experiment with me."

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Halo tilted her head slightly, listening to the sound of his voice. Flat, cold, cruel. Who was this man? Just a few words from him and she felt like shuddering. "Which one of our weirdos do you want?" the guard asked.

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"They didn't give me a name. Just this," Cleo pulled a paper from his pocket, showing it to him.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

The guard took it and looked it over. Confusion crossed his face, then turned into a grimace. He glanced at Halo. "It's your lucky day, kid. You're going on a fieldtrip."

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Cleo's violet gaze flicked to her and he raised an eyebrow, "Her?"

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The guard shrugged. "Experiment 782. That's her. Not sure why they'd want to take her away from here, but what do I know, eh?" The man chuckled, a light smile on his face.