Kimberly stood in a dark room. Looking around, she noticed she was alone in the small room. She remembered this room being made for when they're interrogating or interviewing suspects and criminals.
She hardly ever spent any time in these rooms at all, and the stale smell and the ambiance of the flickering lightbulb that swayed slightly over the metal table in the middle of the room was rather unsettling and almost sickening.
She leaned back in the metal chair and looked to the ceiling and watched as the silent draft seemed to push that lightbulb into submission. Her green eyes followed the lightbulb as it continued to sway until it started giving her a headache. She closed her eyes, turned her head away and raised a hand up for the lightbulb to cease its annoying swaying. Her influence in the air made the light slowly come to a halt.
She understood the reasoning for these tedious exercises in these rooms, but she found it annoying how every time, without fail, they would let her simmer on the metal chair in a non-air-conditioned room. The people who would interview her thought it would put her on her heels and make her tell the truth for when they asked her questions.
But in reality it made her annoyed, sweaty and rather impatient when they actually came around to her.
Her paper thin wings spilled out of her back to offer some relief from the heat as she used them as fans for her back. It was basically hot wind on her back, but it offered her something to do while she waited.
She looked to the one way window that was displayed on the wall opposite her, forcing her to see her own reflection. She sighed as she rested her head on the table's surface. "Are you guys coming in here or what?" she called, directing her words to the people observing her from the safety of the window.
Being half fairy, she didn't need to strain too hard to see that someone was watching her. Her magic did more than enough for her as she closed her eyes.
Quite suddenly, the temperature in the room changed from drastic heat to shivering cold.
It was an uncomfortable change for her wings as she grunted and forced herself to sit up as she retracted her wings. After a moment, the light gave up on its battle to remain lit and flickered into darkness. Kimberly snapped her fingers to make a small flame in the palm of her hand. "Are we starting now?" she called.
After a moment, a voice spoke; "Retain from using powers of any sorts."
She rolled her eyes as she closed her hands on the flame, forcing it to be extinguished. Her eyes could see in the pitch darkness, but even then she didn't see where the person suddenly sitting in front of her came from.
The light bulb seemed to have been changed within the minute of darkness and the whole room came to life in a blinding light.
Kim rubbed her eyes to the new light and focused on the person who sat before her. She sighed, there is no way for me to describe this man.
Kimberly wasn't exaggerating. The man wore a thick black overcoat, blocking any possibility of guessing what size they were, and matching black pants. They had a generic hairstyle of a dark brown, but Kimberly's eyes couldn't focus on the face of the person interviewing her.
And this wasn't an accident.
This was by design to protect the people who interview Traveller agents. No matter how hard Kimberly tried, she would never be able to remember the man before her, anything about him. His face or features or anything, she wouldn't be able to describe it to anybody. It could be her father and she wouldn't know, they could be a dancing elephant eating balloons and darting confetti and she wouldn't be able to tell you with absolute certainty.
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Tales of the Travellers
Fantasy"How did you come to the Travellers? Ringleaders pick their agents themselves, so what happened for the demons to pick you to be his first agent?" The man asked. "So... what was your story? Why did your Ringleader come after you?" * Kimberly the ha...
