Diplomatic Immunity: Funeral Procession

[Rystil Arden]

"That's fine, but please be brief. I am praying to for Ammon's soul and my sister's future. I hope perhaps if I reach a deep state of meditation, the Angels will hear my prayers."

 

[Erekose13]

"Then we'll keep our questions brief and to the point. Where were you yesterday between the party and the time when Ammon was discovered?"[/color] asks Mythweaver directly.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Training and dinner with the family," Plydek replies simply.

 

[Erekose13]

"Was anyone with you while at training? Were you at dinner the entire time?" asks Mythweaver running quickly through his questions.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I was training alone. Why--you don't seriously think that I killed him?" Plydek asks, perplexed.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*As Tiberius approaches Plydek and gives a loud shout, Plydek's sword rolls with lightning speed in one smooth motion from its resting place pointing upwards into his hand, the edge at Tiberius's throat.*

"Oh dear, sorry about that. Though you shouldn't startle a man with a sword you know," Plydek points out, lowering the sword immediately.

“Don’t worry about it Plydek, it’s always good to know how a man with a sword will react. I’m just glad it did it from in front of you, rather than behind, as I may well have lost a hand by tapping you on the shoulder,” Tiberius chuckles, running a finger along his throat where the blade touched it as he stands.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"I was training alone. Why--you don't seriously think that I killed him?" Plydek asks, perplexed.

“No, not particularly. Frankly, we have no definite suspects as yet. We’re just trying to fix peoples whereabouts and timelines over the period in question. So that if someone says, for example, they were with you while you were training, we have your assurance that you trained alone,” Tiberius answers. “So, have you noticed anything unusual since arriving for the wedding?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Not really...though some of Ammon's family seems a bit...odd. It is not proper to speak of one's hosts in such a way, but, as you probably already know, Orin is a bit psychotic, Lady Atreides seems a nymphomaniac, Amber is highly angsty, and Thyestes and his Larakese girlfriend are...just creepy. Given the family tendencies, I would not be surprised if depression, maybe even manic depression, ran in the family, leading to an irrational and tragic suicide."

"I have come to pray for his soul's providence and hope to shine a guiding light to help him reach Heaven."

 

[Erekose13]

"Apologies for the directness of the question, it is as Tiberius said we are trying to find out where everyone was at the time to build timelines and cross reference alibi's. Thank you for your time. If you'll pardon one more question, can you remember any particular extended absences from amongst the guests at the dinner?" replies Mythweaver. While little was achieved with the discussion he can't think of any more questions beyond that one.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I don't like where that question is leading, friend," Plydek says coldly, "None of my family would ever even think of doing such a thing, and besides which, no, there weren't."

*He seems to care much more about the intimation made about his family than he did for himself.*