He was in the front office, fixing one of the clerk's computer. It had malfunctioned and the IT guy was off on a holiday so they called him in. He didn't mind, it didn't really derive from anything and he found they were more forgiving for random explosions if he did them favours.
He glanced up before looking around. It was lunch break and so no one was really here but it had ended three minutes ago, though to be fair the ladies took like an extra half hour for lunch usually, so he didn't expect them back. He moved over to the door, opening it up a bit, "hey, sorry, they're out for lunch. You're going to have to come back later. Not urgent, is it?"
"An hour?" She sighed. "Well, looks like I'll be late anyway. So..." Her phone began ringing. She stepped outside and shut the door before picking up. "Ugh, why are you calling me now? I said I'd be busy. I don't care if you're bored; go to class. Nom de Dieu! I'm hanging up." On that note, she cut the call and opened the door once more. "You said they'd be back in about an hour, right?"
He paused before nodding a few times, "yeah, they're usually gone that long, it's a bit of an annoyance to everyone but them. I think even the principal's annoyed," he said flashing a grin, "but average is usually between half an hour or an hour. I can take a message if you want?"
"Ah, I see. It's pretty inconvenient." Dominique pushed her hair aside away from her face. "If you don't mind, I guess. Just let them know that they put Elemental Geography, Lunar and Water classes in a single period for Dominique Moreau. Could I get your name?"
"Oh, uh..." he trailed off looking at it before shrugging, placing it on someones desk, "okay. I'll see you...whenever, I guess?" He looked at her briefly before looking away, to the computer, and went back to fiddling at it.
(OOC: wew major timeskip that we totally didn't discuss in chat woo)
The Elemental History teacher assigned Dominique to work on the project with the guy two tables away from her. She walked up to his desk. Before she could say anything, Dominique saw his face and tilted her head. "Have I... seen you before?"
"Mm. I think it's supposed to be a presentation with a slideshow and whatnot, but I guess we could start with an introduction, then move onto normal elementals, then explain the discovery of Multi-Elementals... Hey, you're a Bi-Elemental, right?"
Maybe if I switched those cords, it'll work...no, maybe I put the wrong battery... His mind easily drifted and his eyes misted over before a laugh brought him out of his revery, "oh, uh...sorry, what was that? Oh, yeah...fire and solar."
"If you're not into history, why are you taking this class?" Dominique raised a skeptical eyebrow. The bell had just rung, and other students were leaving the classroom. "When do you want to study at the library together, then? I'm free later today."
"Whichever sounds like a promising source," said Dominique. She then scanned through the section. The History of Elemental Royalty, nope. Elementrium Studies, no. Most of the titles seemed dull--Dominique figured that dull titles had better information in them. At the end of the shelf was a tattered book; the publishing date was twenty years back. Study of Elemental Blood was its name. "I... I think I found something, Jamie," she said, taking the book and returning to the table.
"The bad side, huh?" Dominique mused, flipping through the pages. The pages on normal Elementals and the royals seemed to be fine, including more information than in regular books. "I think it was the right choice picking this book... hold on... what the--?" She reached the part on Multi-Elementals. Many pages had been ripped out; the last legible line was, They had been persecuted and massac--cutting off at that point. "Why is this...?" Dominique didn't even get to finish her sentence.
"Yeah." Dominique suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "Or there's... much more to the controversy. What we're taught is that Multi-Elementals had been imprisoned and persecuted, but massacred?" She shook her head. "We need to get to the bottom of this."
"Exactly. It doesn't make sense," said Dominique. She flipped to the About the Author section of the book. "This was written by J. Abagnale. It looks like he used to be a history professor at this very academy, but... he died within six months of this book's publish?"
"We don't even have elevators..." he sighed, "sorry, it just irritates me. I loved Earth then I came here...and I was seen as weird when I reverted back to technology. Like tech and powers were mutually exclusive. But imagine...if air users could use their electricity to power large things-" he stopped himself. "Sorry. I have a habit of ranting."
"No, no, it's fine." They continued walking, nearing his house. "I've been told I'm a good listener, but I personally don't get how I am. Well, that's not for me to decide." She pointed to a house in the distance. "Is that it?"
Dominique walked in after Jamie. She raised her eyebrows. "I expected this to be messy--no offence--but... wow." The place was messier than she could've imagined. "I mean, I don't mind it, but it's... pretty messy." 'Pretty' was an understatement.
"Well, no one's been in my bedroom, but I like to keep it clean. For myself." She shrugged. "Everyone to themself, I guess. You got internet connection here?" She asked, setting down her bag on a mostly-empty desk.
"Better than a zero, no?" Dominique grinned. "Hmm, the critics didn't like it because it spreads false information? I thought it was good in detail, though. Although... back in that time, only royals and normal Elementals would be considered good enough to be critics. I'm guessing bias?"
She scrolled through the page. "All it says is that he died six months after its publish. There's no detail on his death--it doesn't even say if he died of natural circumstances. Most times it is mentioned. It's definitely suspicious."
"I've heard rumours of a Lunar vigilante currently going to the academy," said Dominique. "Pretty sure it's fake, but let's get back to the task at hand." She found a more recent (read: from five years ago) discussion thread with the title, Anyone know how J. Abagnale died? She clicked on the link. "Well, it's not like official sites are giving us the information. We might as well check this out."
"Seems someones trying to rewrite history...you'd think they'd just delete the page entirely...it sounds like a cult...moonlight refers to Lunar, bringing it back to the idea that they have something to do with this."
"I know there's something about Lunars and Multi-Elementals not getting along, but..." Dominique creased her eyebrows, trying to think. "Do you know any way to find an earlier version of this page? You know, a version where these messages haven't been deleted?"
"She has her own vendetta's against the family, if that's anything..." he trailed off, "I don't know anyone else, though...she's the one who's been hacking into the school system. You know that huge problem they've been having? Memories being wiped, student's attendance record disappearing, the bells now random songs."
"Sounds... troublesome," commented Dominique, "but if you think we can trust her to keep quiet about this, then I'm. Fine with it. I guess." She really wasn't fine with meeting a royal Elemental face-to-face.
"She'll keep her mouth shut," he agreed before bounding out of the room to call her.
She waltzed into the room, large sunglasses covering her eyes, her hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lips a dark red. Her 7 inch heels tapped against Jamie's wooden floor. She had her own key so she didn't need to wait for Jamie to let her in, her eyes travelled the room, landing on Dom, "so she's the girl...hey," she said as an acknowledgement before turning to Jamie. "This better be quick, I have a concert to go too. I've been dying to go. Had to wait three months to get tickets."
Dominique wasn't expecting such. "You're... Charlotte Petrova?" She shook her head. "Nevermind. Let's just get this over with. Uh, so do you know how to find an earlier version of this page? Preferably before the date these messages had been deleted?"
She raised an eyebrow at the girl, "what messages?" She asked, glancing at Jamie, "maybe someone should actually explain to me what I'm meant to be doing?" She asked.
Dominique entered the password while shielding the screen from Charlie's view because frankly, she did not feel safe knowing a royal Elemental would have access to her files. "Here."
She rolled her eyes slightly, "I'm going to–oh, whatever," she muttered, pulling Dom's laptop over to her, plugging it into her own computer. "Let's see...moonlight revolution...shitty fanfic...deleted messages...some dead guy..." she mused as she scrolled through the site before exploring it further. "It's not protected. Some local website. Cinch." She flew into action, clicking away at her computer. In a few moments, she suddenly paused, "this isn't going to get me into trouble is it...? It's talking about some pretty serious stuff..." she trailed off then shrugged, her lips curling, "who cares, though, right? My mother's already pissed off at me." In a few more moments she sat back. "Done."
Without having anything else to say, Dominique took a look at the screen.
Jeremy Abagnale was murdered in his home exactly six months after his book's publish.
naww that can't be right
There is a group of anti-Multi-Elementals called Moonlight Star who killed him because he exposed the truth.
Uh, source? Sounds pretty fake IMO.
lmaooo wtf is moonlight star this sounds like some shitty fanfiction
Abagnale wrote in his book that Multi-Elementals were not only persecuted, but also actively tracked down and murdered. Even after they were released, there was still tension and this group rose up toigjenlsbaljveaer
Dominique pursed her lips. "I think it's safe to assume this person is dead. The discussion ended there."
"This sounds like some shit from 1984," Charlie pointed out.
"...Group project." She wasn't so sure she wanted to let Charlie know.
She raised an eyebrow, "that requires you to look into kingdom's secrets, that they've obviously tried to cover up," she pointed out, "Lunar of all people. They left a trace, by the way, idiots always do." She yawned, stretching out like a cat, "but it's none of my business. But do be careful when you present it. I quite like having James around."