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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 17, 2018 18:35:49 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 18, 2018 19:59:20 GMT -8
The man would hear Everett's name paged, and roughly 15 minutes would pass. The entire time, very little happens. A few Navis walk past, families visit and laugh about their good time, but it's largely uneventful. That is, of course, until a man in a teal shirt, brown pants, a white lab coat, thick glasses, and tell-tale messed up hair walks out and sits down across from Guy with a smile.
Everett: Hello. Sorry about the wait, had a few matters to take care of.
Everett smiles and leans back in his chair, removing his glasses to wipe them on his lab-coat as he does.
Everett: So what can I do for you, sir?
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 18, 2018 21:28:37 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 24, 2018 9:15:56 GMT -8
Everett raises an eyebrow as Guy makes his request; not so much at the request itsel, but the fact that this man seemed to know him well, and thought him the best avenue for his problem.
Everett: Alright.. I'm not sure what exactly I can do for you, but explain the situation to me.
...a bit cautious and suspicious, Everett places his hands on his legs and leans back a bit.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 24, 2018 17:10:18 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 27, 2018 19:14:19 GMT -8
Everett thinks for a moment, looking towards the ceiling. The entire situation was turning out... puzzling. And not just the Navi's disappearance.
Everett: I am familiar with the Juno incident, but have very little information on exactly what he was, and what he did.
Pausing, the scientist looks at Guy with an eyebrow raised.
Everett: ...but, and no offense, what can we do about that..?
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 27, 2018 19:47:48 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 29, 2018 19:18:02 GMT -8
Everett stands up and stares Guy directly in the eyes with a terribly serious expression.
Everett: If you want any help, then you will calm down and stop making a scene.
Everett continues to stare down Guy for several seconds, never blinking and never averting his gaze.
Everett: First of all, while the OEL has done our best to be generous to those who we work for, our service is not owed. Second, we are a Navi-tech firm, not a net-tech firm. We have no access to the servers of the net at large, and cannot legally perform net-scans for Navis. I'm afraid that what you're asking of me is beyond what I'm capable of offering at the moment.
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Post by B.o.B. on Sept 29, 2018 23:49:02 GMT -8
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 15, 2018 9:11:48 GMT -8
At Guy's defeated demeanor, Everett sighs with a deep breath, takes off his glasses, and rubs his temples with his right hand. He lets Guy make a few steps before raising his hand as well as his voice to stop the young man.
Everett: Wait.
Everett closes his eyes and puts his glasses back on, letting out another labored breath before he continues.
Everett: I'm not sure how effective we'll be, but we can at least try to help you. I can send his data signature out to some of our OEL Navis for tracking purposes.
Everett looks over his shoulder to see Edge speaking with Nightshade at the counter... by the grace of God, the green Navi wouldn't be the one to find BoB.
Everett: But I'm going to need at least some sort of data signature that we can compare. Do you have any data related to B.o.B. that we could use?
At this point it was like asking for a piece of clothing for a blood-hound to track with. Of course the problem still remained that the OEL only had a handful of blood-hounds to use at the moment...
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Post by B.o.B. on Oct 17, 2018 18:42:06 GMT -8
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