Rystil Arden
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"What's this, you think I'm the killer?" Orin scoffs, "Bah, that's rubbish! It's none of your business, but if you must know, I was doing a serving girl--you can check: she has the bruises to prove it."
Diplomatic Immunity: Funeral Procession
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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
“No need to get surly, Orin, as I didn’t say that. We need to ask these questions of everyone, so we can hopefully eliminate people from our investigation, as we’re not nearly as well informed on local matters as everyone else here likely is... after all, for most of us, it’s the first time we’ve met anyone here apart from Ammon. So please be patient, as we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Tiberius offers, hoping to mollify Orin. “So, what suspicions do you have, if any?”
“No need to get surly, Orin, as I didn’t say that. We need to ask these questions of everyone, so we can hopefully eliminate people from our investigation, as we’re not nearly as well informed on local matters as everyone else here likely is... after all, for most of us, it’s the first time we’ve met anyone here apart from Ammon. So please be patient, as we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” Tiberius offers, hoping to mollify Orin. “So, what suspicions do you have, if any?”
Rystil Arden
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"Well duh! He was killed by someone who wanted to hurt the Atreides family. Probably some upstart who wants to take over some of our mercantile concerns and make a fortune, or even a political rival who wants to swoop in after and court the favour of the Tyndaria family by taking the plainer sister off their hands--that's why we can't let them win and we have to go through with the wedding. Besides, I wouldn't want the younger one anyway. I'm a man--I should always be the master, always in control. The hunter, not the hunted."
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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
“Well, there’s nothing there beyond what we’ve already thought of ourselves... hmm, I’d really hoped you might have something more specific in mind, though I guess I shouldn’t have expected more,” Tiberius remarks, looking to Mythweaver. “Anything else you’d like to ask?”
“Well, there’s nothing there beyond what we’ve already thought of ourselves... hmm, I’d really hoped you might have something more specific in mind, though I guess I shouldn’t have expected more,” Tiberius remarks, looking to Mythweaver. “Anything else you’d like to ask?”
Rystil Arden
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"Of course I know. Her name is Iradin, but if you're looking for her, you'll want to look for 'Kat', I suspect. Now move along--I'm disgusted by your presumptions."
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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
“Of course, Orin, we’re more than happy to leave you to your thoughts,” Tiberius remarks politely, irritated with Orin’s manner and disgusted by his admitted actions, though not showing any hint of his distaste. “And I’ll be sure to report to your father just how obliging and courteous you’ve been to the people he put in charge of the investigation of your brother's death... as soon as the opportunity arises.”
“Of course, Orin, we’re more than happy to leave you to your thoughts,” Tiberius remarks politely, irritated with Orin’s manner and disgusted by his admitted actions, though not showing any hint of his distaste. “And I’ll be sure to report to your father just how obliging and courteous you’ve been to the people he put in charge of the investigation of your brother's death... as soon as the opportunity arises.”
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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
*Tiberius follows Mythweaver from the room, finally letting his mask drop with a relieved sigh once he’s away from Orin.*
“Perhaps, though the girl may be too frightened to speak with us candidly. Who next? Hmm, well I’m thinking Ammon’s uncle Thyestes and his girlfriend, as they’re the only people on the asteroid, apart from staff, that at least one of us hasn’t had a chance to meet and get a feel for.”
*Tiberius follows Mythweaver from the room, finally letting his mask drop with a relieved sigh once he’s away from Orin.*
“Perhaps, though the girl may be too frightened to speak with us candidly. Who next? Hmm, well I’m thinking Ammon’s uncle Thyestes and his girlfriend, as they’re the only people on the asteroid, apart from staff, that at least one of us hasn’t had a chance to meet and get a feel for.”
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