#wren’s log

[ivanttakethis]

Wren’s Log - Entry 1.0

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Wren was surprised Tov had taken everything so well.

The twin sibling reveal.

The pseudo-sibling reveal.

The “surprise-you’re-a-year-younger-than-you-thought” reveal.

Even Tov’s reaction to the shock ring was tamer than the call for security and restraining order Wren was expecting.

Granted, she was still recovering from a heart attack and heavily medicated. It could take a few days for her to fully process through all of what she, Elias, and Prem had shared.

Maybe Wren would get the restraining order in the mail, or maybe Tov would follow through on her threat to wring her by her neck.

Naz is gonna get a kick out of that.

As soon as she and the boys left Tov’s hospital room for the night, Elias took Wren aside as Prem led the way down the hall.

“I didn’t want to alarm Tov, but I found something on the stage.” He said in a low voice. When Tov was shocked, goes unsaid.

“Oh?” Wren couldn’t resist the chance to mess with him. “You’re speaking to me so soon. I was sure I’d get the silent treatment for being ‘out of my fucking mind’.” She said.

Elias leveled her with a withering look that fell flat on its face, “I’m still mad at you for that. It was a batshit insane idea and if I knew about it, I would’ve stopped you.”

“Which is why I didn’t tell you. Besides, it’s not like you had a better idea.”

“Not the point.” He said.

She took that as a concession, “Yeah, yeah. What did you find?”

“The bullet.”

Wren stumbled mid-stride.

A shot was actually fired?

The crack she’d heard over the broadcast, right before she sent the electric shock through the ring, had been pinging around in her head since Tov collapsed.

That must’ve been the shot.

The shooter just missed.

“What kind of bullet?” She asked.

“Not any kind that guards would have easy access to.” Elias said. “This bullet had a paralytic tranquilizing agent inside of it. Whoever planned to shoot Tov wasn’t trying to kill her, they just wanted it to look like they did.”

So someone else wants Tov alive? How interesting.

“Any thoughts on who could be behind this?”

He shook his head, “Not yet. But if I had to guess, it’s someone who can afford to pay off a guard.”

Or a guard themselves…

Wren kept this thought to herself.

They rounded a corner toward the elevators, passing by floor to ceiling glass windows looking out onto the bustling city street below.

Even deep into the night, the buildings were still brightly illuminated and cars clogged the roads.

“Could it be Tov’s guardian, Cassio?” She asked.

“You know them better than I do,” Elias said, shrugging. “What do you think?”

It wasn’t a secret that Cassio was extremely wealthy. Their fashion house Cassiopeia was a well-regarded luxury brand these days.

And Wren knew Cassio cared a lot about Tov, more than enough to orchestrate her “death” to keep her alive.

The amount of money to bribe a guard would’ve been pocket change to them.

But still, Wren wouldn’t say she knew them “better”. More exposure, maybe.

As the group came upon the elevators, Wren glanced through a glass door leading out to a balcony.

A tall, pale blue figure stood alone out at the railing.

Cassio.

Speak their name and they appear.

“I’m gonna go find out.” Wren said, nodding toward the door. “Don’t wait up on me.”

Elias followed her line of sight, “I see. Be careful.”

She smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, “I’m always careful.”

They both knew Wren was joking.

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“Evening, Guardian Cassio.” Wren greeted as she approached the balcony railing.

Cassio tucked their phone back in their pocket and nodded to her, “Good evening, Wren.”

Curt, but polite.

Not many words.

I see where Tov gets it from.

“Tov woke up not too long ago.” She said.

“I know,” Cassio said. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

Wren frowned, “How so?”

“The heart attack was too well timed to be a natural occurrence.”

Ah, well.

There was no reason to deny it now.

It wasn’t like Wren was ashamed of what she did either.

The only person who had to live with the morality of her decisions was herself. She would sleep just fine.

“Guilty as charged.” She said with a shrug.

Cassio hummed, “I can’t really blame you. If Tov were my sister, I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

Only now did Wren realize she wasn’t wearing her mask or her contacts.

She chuckled to herself, “Also guilty.”

“When were you going to tell her?” They asked.

“I wanted to tell her when the Season 39 contestants came to Anakt Garden, after Round 12.” She said. “But then I saw her face… when that Flor girl died… I could tell she cared for her a lot. She didn’t need anything more to worry about on top of that.” Wren shook her head, “And every time after that was an even worse moment to bring it up.”

Round 17? Wrong.

Round 24? Wrong.

Round 26? Wrong.

Round 29? Wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong.

It was all wrong.

“I should thank you, truly.” They said, drawing Wren out of her thoughts. “You’ve given me the chance to make things right with Tov… eventually.”

She glanced over at them, eyebrows furrowed. Their gaze was still fixed on the cityscape ahead.

There was a somberness laced in their tone of voice.

“I don’t get it. Aren’t you going to see her soon?”

Cassio sighed, long and suffering, “How am I supposed to face her? After everything I’ve put her through? She lost so much and it’s all my fault.” They said. “If I hadn’t enrolled her in Anakt Garden, none of this would’ve happened.”

That’s true… but…

Wren turned to look out at the city too, thinking.

If she could go back in time and reject the Anakt Garden scholarship, would she do it?

Most of her classmates would probably say yes, but Wren hesitated.

Without Anakt, she never would’ve been placed in Ra’s care. She never would’ve met Cindy, or Toki, or even Inna. She never would’ve fallen for Naz either.

If Wren hadn’t gone to Anakt Garden, she wouldn’t have become Wren.

And she quite liked herself and her life, even if it wasn’t always pretty or easy.

Only Tov could answer if that was true for herself.

But if those stars in the sky named after her friends held as much meaning to Tov as she said they did, Wren already knew what her answer would be.

“Did Tov tell you that?” She asked.

Cassio blinked at her, “What? No, she hasn’t.”

“Then ask her.” Wren said. “She might surprise you.”

“I hope you’re right. I don’t want to fail her any more than I already have.” They said. “When Tov was younger I… wasn’t there when she needed me, and I regret it every day. I don’t know where to even start trying to make it up to her.”

“You can’t change the past. All you can do is be there for her now.”

“Is that enough?”

Wren could only shrug, “It has to be.”

We don’t have any other choice.

“You’re off to a good start.” She said instead.

Before Cassio could respond, the shrill ring of their phone cut through the low din of the night and startled them both.

Their lips briefly curled into a snarl as they read the caller ID.

“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m being summoned by Alien Stage producers for an ‘emergency meeting’.”

It’s definitely about Tov. She thought, nodding.

“Good luck. I’ll come back some time tomorrow to see Tov again.”

Cassio smiled, genuine, before turning to leave.

“Oh, by the way,” They started, stopping themselves short and looking back at her, “I wanted to ask how you did it. How did you trigger Tov’s heart attack?”

Wren held up her right hand — with the good luck charm now on her ring finger — and pointed to it, “Electric shock.”

They chuckled in surprise, looking mildly impressed. “That was better than my idea. I just made Tov’s dress out of bullet resistant fabric, requested they shoot her center mass, and hoped for the best.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Wren forced herself to smile as she waved them off, waiting until they returned back inside the hospital before letting it drop.

Cassio didn’t bribe anyone to shoot Tov with that paralyzing bullet.

If they weren’t behind the bullet, then that meant someone else was involved.

An unknown third party.

But who were they?

And what did they want with her sister?

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Huh… I wonder who else wants Tov alive? (I say, knowing full well who it is)

Anyways, I’m finally doing Season 40 stuff! Tov will still have her logs, but I’ll also be doing some for Wren too.

Next up is a log from Cassio’s point of view. That emergency meeting for Alien Stage should be interesting 👀

Naz belongs to @lookatmysillies.

Cindy belongs to @tsukacchako.

Toki belongs to @zerostyrant.

Inna belongs to @alien-til-i-stage.

Tagging: @starry-skiez @rockwgooglyeyes @chevalperd @apple8ees

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[clattering – distant voices] [Oscar groaned, clutching his pounding head; he didn’t want to face reality just yet, but there was no way he’d get back to sleep now] Oscar: Morning, gremlins. [Oscar was met with the usual cheery good mornings from Byrd and Ava, followed by a yawn from Wren and a pensive, yet curious look from Robin that made his already uncomfortable gut twist with guilt and shame] Courtney: C’mon, school time. Robin: But-… Courtney: No buts. Byrd: Why’s the car in the hedge..?

[pagan-stitches]

Our version of first footing. The light of the old year is used to light that of the new.

Happy New Year!

[heartorbit]

artfight attack.. 2! for ~salmeander ⚰️

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[enbyfication]

help the two hottest people on my dash (wren + you) are talking to each other and I don't know how to act

jokes on YOU @bedazzlecunt and i are besties and sometimes we even e fuck. wow is this how it feels to be charli announcing the lord collab. jokes on you this has all been mass engineered to make u even more horny

[verdantlights]

TW for brief mention of SA, abuse, and panic attacks.

Bumblebees are out - Jack Stauber

♧ Clove ♧

Green is Clove

Blue is Aster - @apriciticreveries

Orange is Wren - @ivanttakethis

Purple is Cindy - @tsukacchako

Macbeth - @alien-til-i-stage

Sebastian - @sotogalmo

Clove's most recent owner, Ignis. Abandoned him at ANAKT at 15 years old. He was visually beaten and bruised, cuts and gashes visible through tattered clothing. He looked lifeless. The administrators who handled him were... a bit concerned, but couldn't do anything to help him yet. The only thing Ignis said before handing all ownership over to ANAKT was, "Keep her hair long and keep her piercings in. Don't let her take them out."

And so began Clove's recovery at ANAKT. The admins were thankfully kind towards Clove, and helped him recover as well as put him in physical therapy for wrongly-healed fractured ankles.

Clove was silent for a while, the light in his eyes was dark. Everyone was referring to him as a girl and he couldn't say anything about it. His voice wouldn't come out, he was too scared.

But little by little, he regained hope. He ended up in speech therapy too, which helped a lot. Soon enough he was giving rough bits and pieces about Ignis' treatment towards Clove as well as Clove's preferred identity. They acclimated decently, able to edit a few things on his chart for future admins to see. As for Ignis' treatment, they weren't surprised to hear the things he had done. A lot of human pet owners treating their pets like sex toys, punching bags, and/or slaves is nothing new.

From what they've gathered, Clove endured all three. He was forced to be a young girl and to do everything Ignis asked of him. It was torture. He had to endure it for roughly 2 years.

They learned how Clove's eye became defective. He had a nasty beating and was left with a gash through his right eye leaving it black, bruised, and swollen. It got infected and wasn't treated. He had a parasite eat its way through his eye and by the time he was finally taken to a doctor, he was already blind in his right eye. Thankfully it was removed before any further damage was done.

...

...Making friends at ANAKT was a nice change, too. He found a lot of people he liked and some he... didn't quite like. He can be found in a patch of grass weaving flower crowns for anyone who wants one, his shaking hands turning stems in and out, over and under. He repeats the motion until his hands start to cramp.

Sometimes he'll accidentally break a stem... somewhere in his mind he hears the snap of his ankles and the scream he let out after, but he's not there anymore. He picks another flower.

He found someone who's presence is very calming, someone named Aster. He finds it quite ironic that their name is also that of a flower. He likes to braid flowers into their hair and likes to sing and dance with them. They can't see very well, but Clove doesn't care. He likes to help them during the day, if they feel like Clove is crowding them, they never say anything. In fact, Aster seems to enjoy the help Clove provides.

♧

"I hope I can see you one day. Maybe when I get you out of Alien Stage."

"Alien Stage? What's that?"

"...You... oh no..."

"Aster...? What's Alien Stage...?"

They stay silent for a while, contemplating their next words carefully. Unfortunately,, there's not a good way to put it.

"Do you know what our singing practice is for? It's for Alien Stage. Once it's your time to participate... you'll be sent off to compete. If you lose a round by unpopular vote... they kill you on stage. It's all for the entertainment of the aliens. I'm not here to participate, only to train. But you... I need to get my owner to adopt you, so you can be free."

Clove's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. He was going to die? He would go up on stage and sing his heart out to an audience of aliens, only to be voted against and killed?

His breathing became quicker and heavier. His hands were shaking again. He felt lightheaded and everything was too bright. His vision was blurred,,, no those were tears. He quickly stood from the bench he was sitting on, forgetting his ankles were still faulty. Tripping backwards, he lands on his back, punching the air out of his lungs. He curls in on himself, deaf to Aster calling his name frantically.

HewasgoingtodiehewasgoingtodiehewasgoingtodiehewasgoingtodiehewasgoingtodieHEWASGOINGTOFUCKINGDIE.

♧

When he wakes, hes lying on his back, facing the too bright sky of ANAKT garden. His head was pounding, but he could see familiar face above him. He made out Aster, Cindy, and Wren circling him, he also swore he saw Macbeth and Seb in the back watching worridly.

"You okay, Clove?"

"Yeah, you seemed to hit the ground pretty hard, does anything hurt... too bad?"

Clove groans, sitting up slowly. He tries to hold his head up with his hands, but notices that one of them is being held by Aster. He feels his face heat up a little bit, but deflates when he remembers why he's on the ground in the first place.

"Alien Stage..."

Everyones face twists in disdainful knowing.

"Is that what got you to freak out? I thought you knew?"

"He didn't. I guess... he was never told."

"Is... Is there anything we can do to help you, Clove?"

"I just wanna sleep. My head hurts. Sorry for scaring all of you."

He stands on wobbly feet, Wren immediately standing to stablize him. He mumbles a 'thank you' as Wren helps him get back to his room.

He doesn't sleep very well, needless to say.

♧

[hakusins]

i have a script that i need to have by tomorrow and here i am at 4 am in the fuckin mornin, listening to too sweet by hozier and thinking of nasty wrenpc fucking.

[essektheylyss]

It is actually so funny to get back online to learn that someone's been block evading, discover on desktop that I have 7 asks that have since been erased from my inbox because the person's account was nuked for it, and find out it's because a mutual is not changing their mind about a ship that I have literally never mentioned publicly because it's that boring to me. Like, bruh, sorry, get better taste, idk what else to tell you

[sailingshellsgames]

More silliness, per request 😋

Here are the other "captain's logs" plus Rin's from last week, so they're all in one place. Roasting my own characters and the MC feels a lot like roasting myself 😂 I love it.

Wren romancers: Captain's log, stardate 45944.1. I'm starting to think the archivist'd make a good agent. They know so much about the Fey without ever having stepped foot into the wilds. Until we threw Den protocol out the window and brought them here, that is. Would it be unprofessional to ask them on a date if we survive this? Asking for a friend.

Keo romancers: Captain's log, stardate 45944.1. We made it to the wilds, and I even got a private a moment to decompress with Keo last night. They touched my arm - I think that counts as getting to like, third base with them? Maybe? Hey Viara, if you read this in your intelligence briefings, let me know what you think.

Rin romancers: Captain's log, stardate 45944.1. In a surprising turn of events, the person we met at the warehouse and then careened headfirst into the wilds with hasn't slit our throats in our sleep, like they threatened to the day we met. Also, they're... kind of hot? Gods, I hope I remember to take this out of my official report before I give it to Adaan.

[loveofthesin]

LOGS: Bottle Cap

TEXT VERSION

[ivanttakethis]

Wren’s Log - Entry 1.3

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Wren wasn’t stupid.

Even though she and Agent Pol were in a conference room with windows and an unlocked door, she knew this was an interrogation, not an interview.

She knew it was about Tov too.

There were several folders laid out on the table, labeled in a segyein language Wren didn’t recognize.

She took the chair at one end of the table. Agent Pol remained standing at the other.

“Thank you for meeting with me so suddenly.” She said. “I’m sure you’re busy preparing for Season 40.”

Wren nodded, “Yeah, my schedule is pretty tight today. Why am I here?”

A nice way of saying, “Get to the point.”

“I’m looking into the incident that occurred with your sister at the end of Round 30.”

“Incident?” Wren purposefully furrowed a brow, “You mean her heart attack?”

“Yes, there is suspicion about the timing of her cardiac event.” Agent Pol said.

She pretended to mull over the agent’s words, frowning, “You guys think Tov caused her own heart attack?”

“That, or someone close to her did so to save her life.”

Pol glanced down at Wren’s neck for a fraction of a second, likely lamenting the fact that she wasn’t wearing a collar.

Those things were practically lie detectors.

The monitors inside the collars track a pet-human’s physiological response to stimuli.

Higher responses change the color of the collar’s light. Green to orange to red.

Intense emotions like fear and anger prompt a stronger physiological response.

Most humans are afraid of being caught when they lie and the collar gives them away.

But that wouldn’t work on someone like Wren.

She’d been trained from a young age to control her physiological responses by detaching from her strong emotions.

Fear was the first emotion she had to master.

Alien Stage guards could not feel fear.

Wren compared it to being able to flip a switch inside herself, shutting everything off.

It wasn’t healthy.

She knew it wasn’t healthy.

And for as along as she had been at Anakt Garden and under the care of Ra, Wren made an effort to never flip that switch.

But at times like these, it was useful.

She was a stone unmoved by Agent Pol’s attempt to stir the tide.

“Why would someone take that kind of risk?” She asked.

“I was hoping you could tell me.” Agent Pol said. “Did you talk to Tov the day of the final round?”

Wren nodded, “I did. I called her that morning to wish her good luck.”

“How did she seem?”

“Nervous.” She said. “More nervous than usual, but it was the final round, so I could understand why.”

“Aside from the added nerves, was there anything out of the ordinary?”

“Nothing.”

Agent Pol tapped her pen against the table rhythmically.

Wren found it slightly irritating.

“And where were you the night of the final round?”

Trying to place me at the scene of the crime I see.

“In the ZYNE dormitory with some other trainees. We were in the common area watching the broadcast.”

Plenty of witnesses. No dice.

“Why did you decide to go to the hospital after Tov collapsed?”

“Cassio called me.”

More specifically, Elias called Wren from Cassio’s phone.

This seemed to pique the agent’s interest. “So you’re rather close to your sister and her guardian?”

“Mainly just Tov.” Wren amended. “They wanted someone at her bedside when she woke up, and I was the only person they could think of.”

Because everyone else Tov loves is dead or gone.

“I see…” Agent Pol stopped tapping, crossing her arms over her chest. “Did Tov or Cassio know you were her sister at that time?”

“No. I didn’t tell Tov until after she woke up in the hospital.”

“But you’ve known this whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Why not tell her sooner?”

Wren broke eye contact for a moment, looking contrite. “She was going through a lot. I didn’t want to add to it.”

“So… you risked Tov never finding out who you really were if she lost a round?”

She nodded. “I did.”

“How considerate.” Condescension dripped from Pol’s words, “That is, unless you knew you would get the chance to tell her.”

Wren blinked once.

Pointed.

Intentional.

She let the words sink into the floor.

The shift in the room was palpable.

This is where things get ugly.

“Excuse me?”

Wren knew how to fake indignation.

Quite well, actually.

Like when Yael started his preaching about how Tov was “with the Great Anakt” after Round 30.

She’d snapped at him in the same way a grieving family member would.

And he bought it. As did the rest of her class.

This was just a repeat performance.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Agent Pol asked, raising a thin eyebrow.

“No.” She ground out, “I would never hurt Tov.”

The word “unnecessarily” was omitted for convenience.

Agent Pol chuckled, “And I’m just supposed to believe you? According to your record, you use violence to solve all of your problems. Who’s to say this wasn’t another problem of yours that needed solving.” She picked up one of the folders on the table and opened it.

“Not even a month into your training as a guard and you bit someone. At such a young age too.”

Wren remembered that incident well. It was why her teeth had been dated in the first place.

Another pet-human tried to steal her pillow in the barracks and she fought back.

The boy, around Elias’s age and twice her size, put Wren in a headlock to subdue her.

She bit down on his arm until she tasted blood and heard him scream.

At the time, it was the only way she knew how to defend herself.

In the breeding facility, she and Tov were smaller than most of the other pet-humans, making them easy to overpower.

Their sharp teeth — even as very young children — acted as a warning to others.

Once bitten.

Don't fuck around again.

“I defended myself.” Wren said finally.

“Maybe.” Agent Pol’s tone was disbelieving. “But you were quite the vicious fighter after that. Broken bones, concussions, tissue damage…” She flipped through several pages in the folder for emphasis.

“That was all for training.”

This technically wasn’t a lie.

Even though most of the fights Wren got into during guard training weren’t officially sanctioned for instruction, the segyein officers considered all fights between pet-humans to be “relevant to training.”

It was a nice and neat way of avoiding countless write ups and submissions to edit each of their permanent records.

Wren probably wouldn’t have gotten into Anakt Garden if the guard force had been more diligent in their record keeping.

“Yet your reputation precedes you.” She hummed. “I’ve heard from some people around here that you like to fight.”

Wren suppressed an eye roll.

Of course they’d say that.

It wasn't so much that Wren liked fighting.

She just liked winning.

And since she was good at fighting, she always won.

So, you could say that Wren liked to fight, but that would be reductive.

The other trainees probably weren’t interested in nuance.

They were just upset they got beat and bloodied by the smallest of the group.

None of that was on record, so the best Agent Pol had was hearsay.

“Those are just rumors.” Wren said dismissively, “When you’re the top trainee at the agency, everyone wants to take you down a peg or two.”

“Likely story.” Pol closed the folder and let it drop to the table, before picking up another.

“Where are you going with this?” She asked, more out of curiosity than irritation.

If this was all the agent had, Wren didn’t need to worry about getting caught.

Not that she was worried.

She destroyed the ring as soon as she left the hospital the night Tov woke up.

Nothing about her plan was written down.

And it was in the best interest of those who knew the truth to keep quiet to avoid charges themselves.

“I’m just establishing a pattern of behavior.” Agent Pol said, looking awfully pleased with herself. “It’s so interesting, you know? You remind me of another sibling of a contestant who liked causing trouble this past season.”

Oh?

“Himei,” She smirked. “Your sister’s little… friend? Girlfriend? I guess it doesn’t really matter since she’s dead.”

This bitch…

“She has— well, had an older brother named Hayate. Ring any bells?” Pol asked.

For the first time in their conversation, Wren let a genuine emotion make its way onto her face: confusion.

“Who?”

Apparently, that was not the response Agent Pol had been hoping for.

She scoffed, “His name is Hayate. He’s an Alien Stage guard.”

“Never heard of him.” Wren said with a shake of her head.

“Would Elias know? Or maybe Prem?”

Pol was trying to bait her, but Wren knew better than to rise to it.

“If he’s not a medic then they probably don’t know him either.” She said.

“He’s a marksman.”

Marksmen were guards who carried out the executions of losing Alien Stage contestants.

It wasn’t a job for the faint of heart.

Wren couldn’t imagine the kind of man Hayate might be if he was able to gun down his sister’s childhood friends and classmates without issue.

But if Himei was important to him, and Tov was important to Himei, maybe he chose to save her for his sister’s sake?

Maybe he wanted to save Tov because he couldn’t save Himei?

But what was this guy’s plan after he tranquillized Tov and managed to get her out of the Alien Stage complex?

The only way to know for sure was to track him down and ask.

Probably easier said than done.

“I don’t know any marksman.” Wren said flatly.

Agent Pol slid the open folder down the table to her.

On the open page was Hayate’s profile printed in black and white.

He looked a lot like Himei.

Especially his eyes.

Has Tov ever met him before?

If she hadn’t, Wren didn’t want her to meet him now.

Seeing the similarities would just hurt her more.

“You’re taking a long look at that picture.” Agent Pol said. “Sure you don’t know him?”

Wren started to answer, but movement in her periphery made her stop short.

Through the glass she saw a pale green segyein with close cut hair marching down the hallway.

He was tall and humanoid, dressed in the same uniform as Agent Pol but without the dark glasses.

His right eye was light grey with no pupil, and his left was milky white like Cassio’s. A large scar stretched from his left eyelid down to his jaw.

He stormed into the conference room looking throughly pissed and zeroed in on Agent Pol, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Agent Irin, what a surprise. I’m interviewing a person of interest in my investigation.” Agent Pol said.

She seemed too calm in Wren’s opinion.

“Investigation?” Agent Irin hissed, his voice deep but strained. “There is no investigation.”

“Not yet, but it’s coming. I’m just getting a head start.” She shrugged.

Agent Irin’s left eye twitched, “The only thing you’re doing is fucking up our chance at a clean investigation by tainting a person of interest.” He said. “Everything you’ve learned in this ‘interview’ is inadmissible. Now we have to throw it out and start over with new sources of information.”

“So what, in the meantime they just get to work on aligning their stories and destroying more evidence?” Pol asked, raising her voice. “The longer we wait, the harder building a case against them will be.”

Well the evidence is long gone…

Wren chose to keep quiet.

“I’ve told you more than once before, we either do things by the book or we don’t do them at all. But you still think the rules don’t apply to you.” Agent Irin was gritting his teeth now. “This is the second time I have to write you up this week, and there won’t be a third.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and set his jaw, “Leave. Now.”

Agent Pol looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped herself.

With a likely withering glare hidden by her glasses, Pol left the conference room and slammed the door behind her.

Wren was surprised the glass didn’t shatter from the force.

Agent Irin let out a deep, aging sigh and rubbed his forehead. His shoulders sagged in exhaustion.

She got the feeling that all he wanted to do was finish his shift and go home.

“I apologize for my partner’s unethical behavior.” He said, looking to her. “It was a blatant violation of our agency’s policies and procedures.”

Sounds to me like Agent Pol is a loose cannon…

“It’s fine, I guess. Am I free to go?”

“Yes, of course. Please carry on with your day.” Irin pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Wren. “If Agent Pol attempts to contact you again, call me and I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks.” She nodded and headed for the door.

“And one other thing,” Agent Irin said as Wren reached for the handle.

“Don’t leave the city.”

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I’m having way too much fun with this fictional police state lmao (thank you @lookatmysillies <3)

Sorry if this felt like one big info dump on Wren’s backstory! I just had a lot to say about my girl!!

Plus, I got to write Agent Pol and Agent Irin to flesh them out more. This won’t be the last time you’ll see of them 👀

Fun Fact: ACAB also applies to *AREPH agents!!

*AREPH stands for Agency for the Recovery of Escaped Pet Humans.

Naz, Yael, Himei, Hayate, and the AREPH all belong to @lookatmysillies.

Tagging: @imperfectnothing @chevalperd @apple8ees @neverforgetyou @cirrusoftheclouds @alien-til-i-stage

[wren-writes-things]

New theory, I have angered some god of technology causing all computers to not work for me.

[pagan-stitches]

This little wren symbolizes the actual wren I “hunted” this morning and “caught” with my camera. I hope you had a happy Wren Day/Lá an Dreoilín/St. Stephen’s Day/Boxing Day

[buddy-arc]

// LITTLE NIGHTMARES III!!!!!!!

[doodlingwren]

Currently, I'm busy with UNI assignments and finals!

Updates will be a bit slow from now on (┬┬﹏┬┬)