Author's World Reboot- Closed

Syzen sighed, turning to Noel and extending both of his hands.
”Same as usual” the Constellation warrior said as the Viscount figurine sighed with a small laugh, extending both of his hands as well. They stared at each other a bit before breathing in at the same time—
”Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot!”
Syzen showed ‘Paper’ while Noel showed ‘Rock’.
”Well damnit” Noel said in much disappointment.
”Open the door, I wanna get this over with” the Viscount figurine said.

"Okay then," S said, opening the door before turning to Syzen.
"I'm going to have to but your bonds back on," he said apologetically. "It's for the best with this Agent." He reached into his pack, pulling out the items in question.

Agent A scribbled down the new information, nodding occasionally.
"Yes, that should be enough. Sounds typical enough." The agent looked over the paper once nodding to herself.
"I think we're done here." She slipped the paper into a drawer.
"Now, to go over some rules."

”Alrighty, but Noel’s going in first anyways, though I’m not exactly sure if he’ll be able to handle whoever’s in there” Syzen said, extending both his hands to soldier S.

”Well Mr. Constellation, why don’t you shut that mouth of yours once in a damn while?” the Viscount said before approaching the door and heading inside without the order from soldier K or… anyone for that matter.

Soldier S chuckled a bit, putting the handcuffs back on Syzen's wrists.
"We'll see," he said.
Inside the room, a short woman in a plain black suit sat behind a table.
"Sit," she ordered, pulling out a page and pen.

"So, the first rule is that you do not leave your assigned room without permission and an escort. We've had too many attempted escapes. Next, violence is not tolerated. If you need to pick a fight, there will be plenty of soldiers who are willing to spare with you in the training room. If you behave well enough, you will be allowed to do to the city. If this happens, under no circumstances are you allowed to leave the city limits."

Noel followed the woman’s orders quite easily. He didn’t say anything just yet, he just sat there silently and keeping his demeanor passive. He was waiting for the woman to say or ask him something, that was probably why he was here.

"It's called Las Vegas. It's crazy enough people won't question your appearance, so tat's where we end up sending those who can blend in." Agent A paused for a moment. "The most important rule of all is this; you can not seek out your Author. If you do so, deadly force can and will be used to stop you." She sighed. "It's just my job. I personally don't hold anything against you."

"Full name," the woman, supposedly Agent U, said curtly. She didn't bother looking up at Noel, waiting for his response.

”Noel Y’bneth—“ the Viscount started, he sighed a bit before continuing ”—age 24, male, heterosexual” he acted as if he knew what the next questions were going to be.

Agent U moved down the list, pursing her lips tightly when he said his sexual orientation.
"Not according to this," she said, looking up to give him a cold stare, clearly ticked off.

Noel sighed before saying;
”Bisexual… fine” the man was clearly annoyed at the fact that the agent had to call him out on his lie. It was one fact he didn’t want to accept, that was all.

The agent continued to scowl as she continued asking for information.
"Nationality?" she said tersely, eyes going back to the paper. The sooner this was over, the sooner she didn't have to deal with any more charies.

"You're presence in this world is not natural. To keep the disruption to a minimum, your magical abilities were sealed away. The only one who can break the seal is your author, and we can't allow that." Agent A sighed, tapping her pen to the table.

”When alive, half French, half British” Noel answered plainly. He was quite uncomfortable right now.

Syzen stood outside, tapping his foot.
”How long does the interrogation usually take?” he asked soldier S.

"Officially? No. But off the record-" Agent A paused before leaning foreward slightly.
"It'd be best for you to stay away from most of the other Agents and Soldiers. Not many are very kind."

The Agent skimmed through several sections of the paper, glancing up occasionally to verify his appearance.
"Power Set?" She said once she had gone through the sections before. She didn't really care about his personality.

"Ten minutes, depending on how well the character cooperates. It should be over soon."

"Sexuality and Nationality," The man said, glancing up once.

The man wrote this down, then jotted a few notes down in spots marked Physical Appearance, Attire, and Other Identifying Marks before he looked up again.
"Powers?" He asked.

The man sighed, noting this down.
"Uncooperative piece of shit," he mumbled under his breath.
"Strengths?" He asked louder.

"So I can check and see if you're lying or not." The man held up the paper, revealing a neatly printed page of information on Aron. The man was just making notes on the sides. On the powers, he had written unwilling to divulge further information.

"Ah, so you can read. How charming." The man put the paper back down, sighing.
"Weaknesses? Fears?" The man smirked a bit. "How can I keep you in line."

Agent A smiled a little.
"Thank you. Not everyone here is bad, though. You'll be able to make a few allies if you're careful about it."