Monster souls were always known to be mirrored compared to a human’s soul. Where a human’s soul would be represented by a coloured heart, a monster’s soul was a white upside down heart. This was a fact unchanged through the ages. Roxy’s soul was visibly different. The change may have been considered very minor in her eyes, but to the eyes of those around her, it was a cause for concern and intrigue. The Soul composition test was run at least 6 more times after that. They had an optical scanner brought close to her exposed soul, watching very closely the wavelengths of light which it produced while outside of her body.
Officers stood around her. Many with yellow hair, and yellow eyes. Some with Orange hair and eyes. Some yet still with blue hair and blue eyes. She quickly identified these to coincide with the type of soul each person had. Yellow. Justice. Orange. Courage. Blue. Integrity. These were just the primary traits however. She knew that there could be others. A test much like the one they were conducting on her soul would reveal exactly what.
That was just what she could figure out by pure observation however. She didn’t want to ask these people what it all meant. If it was supposed to be common knowledge, that would only serve to make her even more suspicious and odd than she already was. Not a gamble that she, personally, was willing to take.
Officers continued to visit her in the subsequent day, and informed her that her name had been cleared. They did want her to remain for a while longer though, in a more comfortable room. Sergeant Jenns, the officer who had initially arrested her, told her that a friend of hers mentioned somebody may have been out there waiting to get a chance to do her harm. Not only that, but the strange state her soul was in had caused some alarm. Enough for them to warrant calling in a specialist of some variety to analyze the soul and find out why it was how it was, and what it meant for her. With hesitation, she agreed to stick around.
At the very least she was given her phone back for a while. She could update some of her friends on what was going on, chat with them. That never failed to put a smile on her face. Even now with her stress levels elevated, it worked for her. She stayed put in that room they had organized for her until Sergeant Jenns knocked on the door, and let himself in.
“Good evening, Miss.” He began. “The specialist is here. Are you ready?” He held the door open for her, and gestured for Roxy to follow along.
Roxy gave him an uneasy look as she stood up from the couch she was laying down on while she typed away on her phone. “What’s the specialist gonna do anyways? What can I expect here? Kinda lost.. What’re they a specialist in.”
“Miss Roselyn Lalonde. The Purple Mage. An expert in Soul Dynamics, and also your mother.” Sergeant Jenns answered calmly. It was clear to him that this woman was suffering from some sort of amnesia, if she didn’t remember getting lost as a child.
Roxy stared at him, dumbfounded by this news. Shock was clearly expressed on her face. What was she even supposed to say about this? She had a mother? She certainly didn’t remember anything of that sort. She had to take a few seconds to remind herself that this place was not entirely correct. How could it have been? She didn’t see anything about this within the narrative when she looked before, and boy did she ever look. So why was it that when she stepped towards Sergeant Jenns, she felt nervous? Her hands were shaking.
“I’ll take your phone for now. It cannot go into the interrogation room with you and her.” He requested, with his hand held out. to receive the device.
Roxy pouted and handed off her cellphone to the Officer. No sense in putting up a big fuss about it, even if that was somewhat inconvenient. At that moment she was much more focused on the task ahead of her. Meeting her mother (Citation Needed).
Sergeant Jenns pocketed Roxy’s phone and guided her down the hall into Interrogation Room #2, where a woman was already waiting for her. She had brilliant lilac coloured eyes, and hair of a very similar style to Roxy’s own. Light blonde, with streaks of purple. She was much older than Roxy was, and was wearing a black dress with a grey tunic and white undershirt. The moment this older woman saw Roxy, her expression seemed to change. A mixture of sorrow, yearning, and relief. Sergeant Jenns closed the door behind Roxy to leave the two of them alone.
Roxy nervously went and took a seat across from Miss Lalonde. She could feel herself being studied very closely. Miss Lalonde’s eyes were analyzing the features of Roxy’s face. “Hello, dear. Do you know who I am?” the woman asked her. Her voice carried a sense of dignity to it.
Roxy stared back at her, and opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again and shook her head. Why did she feel bad about that? About not saying that she knew her? It wasn’t a lie, she didn’t. Maybe it was the hopeful look in the woman’s eyes being replaced with disappointment and sadness.
“I see. Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Roselyn Lalonde. Or, perhaps more commonly known as the Purple Mage. Roxy, sweetie. Would you please show your soul to me? Then we can get started. I just want to see it for now.” Miss Lalonde made her request.
More of this then. She hesitated, and then brought her hands towards her own chest. A green glow radiated from her chest as her soul pushed its way out of her. Her brilliantly green soul, laying on its side. She brought her hands outwards and layed them on the table with her soul atop them. Its emerald glow lit the room around them.
This only seemed to upset the woman even more as she stared at the soul presented before her. This was her daughter’s soul. There was no question about that. Something about Roxy was different though. Incorrect. Her eyes were pink. As were parts of her hair. It didn’t match the soul. The soul itself was sideways, and that was very concerning. “My goodness... What have they done to you?”
“Ummm... Who’s they, exactly? Like. Who we talkin about right now.” Roxy replied, with confusion in her tone.
“It.. doesn’t matter right now, darling. You’re absolutely certain you do not know me? Not at all? You don’t recognize my face. Or my name?” Miss Lalonde inquired. Roxy shook her head again. “You are my daughter, Roxy. You’ve been missing since you were thirteen. You were with me that day. I brought you up atop Mt. Ebott, my little research assistant. So happy to help in my studies. We were taking a look at the barrier. You got just a little bit too close to the edge, and...” She paused, feeling some stray tears rolling down her cheeks, and wiped them away with the back of her hand. “You fell. I wasn’t quick enough to catch you. I couldn’t go after you, nobody could. The crack in the barrier was only big enough for a child to fit through, and you slipped right in. I thought for years that I lost you, Roxy. That you were gone for good. You don’t know how relieved I am to see your face again, and hear your voice. I’ve missed you. You grew up wonderfully. I don’t know how you got back, or how you survived in the Underground, but we can fix this. I can fix this, if you would please give me a chance to.” Miss Lalonde requested, pleading with her. Roxy could hear the desperation in the woman’s voice.
It would break her heart to tell her no. To just run off and leave this lady here with no closure about her lost daughter. “Aw... c’mon... don’t cry, then I’m gonna cry ‘n we’re both gonna be sobbin’ grossly here in this room.” She sighed softly. “I really don’t know anythin. I don’t remember anythin you’re mentionin to me right now. I don’t remember havin’ you as a mom. Or how I got into the underground. I just remember wakin up there one day on a bed of flowers. But, um... if it really means that much to you, I’ll let’cha try?”
The woman looked absolutely elated to hear that. She reached over the table and placed her hands on top of Roxy’s. “Then, we’re going to begin tomorrow. Please, come with me. I have a spare room available for you. It’s your old room left mostly untouched since you left. Maybe it’ll jog your memory.” She spoke, standing up to guide Roxy outside of the Interrogation room. Roxy’s soul was absorbed back inside of her own body.
Sergeant Jenns noticed the pair of them leaving, and quickly approached them. “Roxy, your phone.” He held the phone out for her to take. She grasped it in her hand and put it safely into her pocket. “And your knife. Please don’t carry it around like you’re going to stab somebody anymore.” She was given her knife back as well. That, she stored inside of her inventory.
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Miss Lalonde spoke up. “I’ll be taking my daughter home now, Sergeant. Subsequent testing will be done there. She’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of that much.”
Sergeant Jenns shrugged. “Very well. You’d best get going then, I won’t keep you or her here any longer. So long, Miss Lalonde. Roxy.”
He waved goodbye to the two of them as Miss Lalonde guided Roxy out of the Precinct. Roxy waved back at him. “Buh-bye!!”
