Minerva Prizzle

The musketeer smiled politely and he answered, “well mademoiselle, I would suggest you try the marketplace. Have you tried there?” D’artagnan questioned. 

The musketeer smiled politely and he answered, “well mademoiselle, I would suggest you try the marketplace. Have you tried there?” D’artagnan questioned. 

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"We’re only taking him into protective custody. It’s up to the Feds wether or not they will pursue charges against him," she added softly.

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At the Foundation AJ had made sure Robbie’s every need was met and that he was comfortable. She knew that protective custody wasn’t always a very comfortable to be forced into. AJ herself had been placed under F.L.A.G.’s protective custody when her high-ranking boss from the police department tried to kill her. 

"Look, Robbie, I know that you are pretty intelligent and this has to be a tad frightening. But believe me, there are so pretty intense bad guys after that information you downloaded. We brought your computer here for safe keeping. We did talk to your parents… but you can make a call if you’d like. 

She had left him alone for no more than five minute and he was gone. The drapes and curtains fluttered in the unsettling breeze  and her eyes opened in alarm. “ROBBIE?” She shouted but no answer came.  It would appear he made a run for it. Her eyes scanned the area for a sign of trouble or even a struggle, but she didn’t find one. 

"Miss Minerva Prizzle?It’s Agent Liberty. It appears our little hacker neglected to tell me that he might have attached the top-secret information to a document he handed in to you for class. I’m afraid we are going to need your co-operation… and do you, by any chance, know where Robbie would run if he got scared? Is he with you?" She questioned.

The agent repeated her name, confused by the silence on her line. "Yes, um . . . I don't . . ." she stopped, trying to think clearly. "May I meet with you? In person?" She was uncomfortable giving out anything else over the phone. And she needed time to think things over.

Robbie was now gone, which didn't surprise her. He hated staying to face the consequences, whether it was a talking-to or a detention, and especially if it was what he saw as a jail sentence. And now he had involved her in his deception, something she did not appreciate at all. Agreeing to meet Agent Liberty at her office, she snatched up her laptop  and called a cab.

Something Digory didn’t like was getting into fights, especially in ones he knew he would get hurt and lose. He didn’t even know what he did but he raised both arms to show he meant no harm, “Sorry!”

The agent’s hand came to rest upon the boy’s shoulder so that he didn’t have a choice but to stick with her. 

"Now, I need you to step aside, or you could be charged with interfering in Federal matters," she warned, daringly allowing her eyes to remain locked upon the woman. Her jaw set to the locked position as if to present further challenge.

"Well Ma’am, I am going to be very frank with you. Robert here, is being taken to the F.L.A.G. headquarters where he will be placed under protective custody.  It would appear this mastermind gained access to highly confidential information that could threaten national security. There are people after him at this moment and every second he spends out in the open is putting him and our nation’s security at risk." Then with an exasperated sigh she breathed, "here is my card. It has a direct line to the F.L.A.G.’s headquarters in case you or his parents need to call. However don’t exactly get the idea that any information will be given to anyone." She slipped the card into the teacher’s hands.

"Tell your class that Robert will return when the threat has been neutralized and or resolved. Tell them anything but don’t discuss that this is a matter of national security because if I’m being honest, I think my divulging that information could get me fired," the irritated agent calmly remarked.

"What? Why would they think there would be more extractions from class?" The agent mused aloud. "I can assure you that unless the entire class has hacked into the governmental sites, no one else will be extracted from your class." She reassuringly stated. Her hand still on the younger boy’s shoulder and her stance retaining the authoritative air. 

"Is there anything that requires further delay?" AJ inquired, trying to maintain a professional dignity. As a cop she had her fair share of difficult arrests, detainments, and even conversations with victims and offenders. However this teacher was gnawing away little by little at her nerves.

Had she been in a more entertained mood, AJ would have jokingly suggested that the teacher accompany them. But she was hardly in the mood to entertain and take responsibility for a seemingly stubborn woman. 

"I have to go. Sorry. Good bye," the curly hair agent decisively stated. Spinning hot on her heels with the kid in toe she was determined to make a hasty exit.

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The agent’s hand came to rest upon the boy’s shoulder so that he didn’t have a choice but to stick with her. 

"Now, I need you to step aside, or you could be charged with interfering in Federal matters," she warned, daringly allowing her eyes to remain locked upon the woman. Her jaw set to the locked position as if to present further challenge.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Emeth laughed breathily. “No, I doth suppose naught. There wouldst be hardly a reason for Calormene nobles to find themselves here.” But he was no noble. Not anymore.

Would meeting people in Narnia always be this hard? This was far from the first time the man wished he was not so blatantly foreign. Wished his speech was not so flourished. It stung deeply; being judged for a life he had chosen to leave behind so long ago. All the more so after all he’d done to prove his loyalty to Narnia and to Aslan.

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Mun Type: ISFP (The Artist)

Audrey Hepburn

Elizabeth Taylor

Marilyn Monroe

Princess Diana

Zac Efron

Liv Tyler

Prince Harry (oh yeah)

Nero (score)

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Muse Type: ISTJ (The Examiner)

George Washington

Andrew Johnson

Hermione Granger

Natalie Portman

AJ confidently walked into the school with her head of curls held high and proud. The ex-cop turned F.L.A.G. agent barely gave the administration time to study the shiny badge before she entered the main hallways of the school.

Class was in session but the agent didn’t care. All she knew was that the Nation’s security rested upon getting the child to safety and in keeping Com-tron from getting hold of the secret documents. Past experiences with Com-tron and Garthe Knight, whose blood thirsty and vengeful nature was well known to the members of the F.L.A.G. Staff, became reason enough enough for Devon, her superior, to demand that the child be taken into protective custody. Garthe and Com-tron didn’t care that the kid had accidentally gained access to the top secret and vital information, they’d kill him and anyone else who got in the way.

Without knocking, AJ burst into the classroom. Using her police-officer and authoritarian tone she announced,”pardon me, but I need to see Robert J. Anderson… and I assure you this can not wait.”

She flashed her badge yet again and stated, ” Agent Liberty of F.L.A.G. and you’re to come with me. Gather your things.You aren’t in trouble I assure you. I’ll explain things to you on our way.”  AJ was doing her best to stay intentionally vague so that she didn’t endanger the other thirty some sets of eyes and ears that were now closely watching her. 

The window clung to the morning fog desperately, as a departing soul cherishes each breath that lingers in his or her lungs. It was still morning, a period of the day that AJ despised, save for the allowance of a fresh brew of coffee. 

She cradled the cup as if it were a small bag of valuable coins that she could not afford to lose. Sipping the steaming liquid she let out a soft pre pondering smile; one that clearly read “I have impish plans and they will remain a mystery until I choose to reveal them.”

"Mine isn’t that full any more. Besides, I had two cups already. How about you? You still working on your first or have you bravely reached the second?" AJ chirped in response. Had she not already had a few cups, she might have been less personable not to mention half asleep.

The window clung to the morning fog desperately, as a departing soul cherishes each breath that lingers in his or her lungs. It was still morning, a period of the day that AJ despised, save for the allowance of a fresh brew of coffee. 

She cradled the cup as if it were a small bag of valuable coins that she could not afford to lose. Sipping the steaming liquid she let out a soft pre pondering smile; one that clearly read “I have impish plans and they will remain a mystery until I choose to reveal them.”

Rising gracefully to his feet, Emeth turned to face the woman. Dropping into a low bow, he nodded. “As sure as the sun doth rise in the east, O my lady.” He replied softly.

“Yes, over yond.” The Tarkaan answered, pointing upriver in the direction of his little house. Emeth wasn’t surprised to hear the poor woman had gotten lost. The woods were quick thick in these parts, and it was quite easy to get turned around if you didn’t know where you were going. He himself had actually stumbled upon this little Grove by accident, having been lost himself after he first moved in. The first few times he returned to meditate, Emeth wasn’t sure he could find it again. But now, he could find his place blindfolded.