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Leone rolled her eyes at the newcomer, "A simple healing spell is not going to do very much. They're something wrong with his link, not his HP gauge." She turned back to Kayra, "I'm going to find one of my captains, she has a friend who knows a moderator. Keep an eye on Mesmer, I'll only be gone for a minute." Flying swiftly, Leone quickly flew into the castle, she checked in the throne room and thankfully found Laurelin there. Her second-in-command looked surprised to see her, but Leone wasted no time explaining why she was back so soon. "I need you to contact Tarova, tell him to contact his moderator friend, it's an emergency."

Laurelin got to her feet, she knew when her commander was serious, and she quickly rushed over to a communications panel. Within moments she was explaining everything, and after a few minutes she turned back to Leone and bowed. "A moderator will be here any moment now. Shall I accompany you back outside Lady Sungiver?" Leone sighed, "If you wish. I just hope the moderator comes soon."

((Syrill, perhaps you'd best control the moderator.... or maybe Sir_Isaac?))

[Agrioth will be the name of the moderator I'm playing by the way. Not to confuse everything.]

Agrioth arrived about the same time one of the characters said something about employing his tech specialist skills.

Agrioth shook her head and said, "Whatever happened to this person's connection, it might not be a good idea to hack in. Your signal might fall along the same frequency and then, we'd have you in critical condition. There's also the chance that you could make their condition worse."

Then, she said, "Okay, so who has the problem?"

The users in the room pointed at Mesmer's unconscious body. She began recording observations on her clipboard.

She muttered mainly to herself as she wrote, "User Mesmer Kirsandia. Connection problems. Possible critical condition either or impending death. Possibly in the real world, user fell asleep."

Then, she said, "Hold on. I need to pull up a the character information."

"Hmm...let's see. Mesmer Kirsandia. Location: Anchorage, Alaska. Age: Not specified. Address: 19861 Glacier Street. Okay, that's all I really need."

She shifted back to Interface and said, "I'll send somebody to check up on him. Don't worry about it. Just continue your business as usual. I'll handle it."

She immediately transported back to the Moderation Agency. Minutes later, the agency was looking for other users in Alaska that might lend a hand as they could currently find mods that lived there.

Leone smiled at the mod, thankful for the news that Mesmer would be okay. She turned to face Meiou after hearing what he had said, anger blazed in her eyes. "No! The moderators are the proper people who are qualified to deal with things like this. We don't need your help... hacker." She sneered, looking down at him with disgust. In the real world she hated hackers, why anyone found pleasure in breaking in peoples beloved accounts she had no idea. And she had been a victim of hacking more than a few times.

After about half an hour of searching, Agrioth had found two people who lived closeby to the player in critical condition. She called her secretary in to pull up information about the two people.

As her secretary entered, she read the names off, "User Demortayse lives about 2 streets away from User Mesmer, I believe. Also a User Sira who lives about 3 streets away from User Mesmer. I need to know their background. In the meantime, try to establish their location so I can contact them."

Minutes later, the information she had requested was on her desk. Judging from what she knew, Sira was definitely too young to even think about going out and checking up on another person. Demortayse seemed a much better choice. Perhaps, this Demortayse knew this person. She didn't want to go ask him first though. It was time to go back to that castle and question those bystanders. He had to have had some friends among them.

Several minutes later, she appeared again at the castle. Teleportation was a useful ability for the moderators when they had to go solve disputes and the like. Several people were still hanging around. They had to be friends because who else would hang around for that long.

She went up to one of the shamans and asked, "Would you happen to know of a Demortayse? Or possibly know of any connection between him and Mesmer?"

[^^ Actually, it started with me asking you...I decided to give that person another tiny part...Also the fact that I was pretty much in for the trip to hunt him down For those who have no idea who Demortayse is...I think it's on pages 2 and 3 of the RPG]

((Oooooo, it took me a few minutes to search through the RP to find out who Demortayse was (it sounded awfully familiar) and then I realised that he was character that I made up ))

Leone glared at the rabbit for a moment, and was about to reply when the mod came back in and began asking around for Demortayse. Flying over swiftly, she looked with shock at the mod. "I know Demortayse, he's an old friend of mine. We, meaning Mesmer and some of the others here, we going to go on a quest to save him and reclaim the castle he's being held in. Well, we were about to, and then this happened..."

Agrioth said simply, "You can always leave and offer somebody else your services. At which time, I might be inclined to talk to the moderators about having your account encased in ice. It's all fine by me. Stop complaining that everybody hates hackers except hackers and move on with your life."

Turning back to the dragon, her helmet identified as Sungiver, she said, "Thank you for your help. I'll contact you about the status of your friend Mesmer later on."

With that, she teleported back to the Moderation Agency.

The vampire ran down the hall when a figure appeared infront of him. He skidded to a halt, just missing this new person, a white fox, a black ring around it's tail. The fox looked up, and a head set microphone and small spectacles could be seen. "Geuten Tag, I am Technician Lin. Have you seen any shamans around here lately?"

The vamp nodded. "Yeah, a low level one, radiating some serious power. She sent me to get a medic."

"Hmm," Lin bit his lower lip. "Shanu," he said into the mic, "give me a reading of this area."

"Let's see," A female voice said into the speaker at his ear, "Okay, got it. Weird, there's a link malfunction, and I'm picking up Agrioth's trace signal."

"If there's a mod here, it must be serious," Lin muttered. "Okay, thanks Shanu." He looked at the vampire over his spectacles. "Thank you for your help, I'll take it from here." The fox then set off at a trot in the direction of the damaged link.

(at least give me a chance to reply before poofing. heh. oh well )Oooh that steamed. This mod was pushing their luck and pressing their power. Treading on private thoughts that noone else was supposed to know. "As i said before do you want my help or not?"

Kyma reached the others, out of breath. "I sent someone to-" She saw the mod disapear. "Oh. Nevermind, I geuss you've got it under controll." She heard someone behind her. She turned, seeing a white fox. "Geuten Tag, I am Technician Lin. Excuse me, but are any one of you Kyma or Mesmer?" He glanced over at Meiou, and a grin spread across his pointed jaw. "Ah, a 'Tech Specialist,' eh? I've heard about folks like you. If you ever deside to leave your life of hacking, the Interface Technician team could use some extra hands."

[I doubt Agrioth would really care for a response...She's a busy, snappy, cold person... She'll be back though...so you can snap at her too]

Agrioth was working on filing away some of the paperwork that cluttered her desk when somebody knocked on her door. She considered sending them away but that would just increase the workload later.

She stopped her work and said, "Come in."

Her secretary rushed in with another person in tow. Adjusting her glasses, which also served as a identification mechanism, she discovered it was Demortayse, a level 25 archangel.

She calmly explained, "There's been a problem with one of the users, who I think is your friend. A user Mesmer..."

She paused and noted a little look of recognition upon this Demortayse's face.

"...'s link to Interface is having some problems. I'm not entirely sure whether or not it's an internal or external problem. While pulling up the character registration, I discovered that you live fairly close to the said Mesmer and was wondering if you could possibly take some time to drive over and check things out."

Demortayse nodded and asked, "I'll go check things out. What is his address?"

"His address is 19861 Glacier Street. When you discover what has happened, would you kindly inform the Moderation Agency of your findings. I thank you for your service."

With that, she waved her hand and her secretary escorted him out the door. She stared at the rest of the paperwork and with a sigh, began sorting again. It may have been electronic paperwork but it sure was a hastle.