Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
Calahan gulps.
Dramatic silence.
Dramatic silence.
Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
- Thread starter InVinoVeritas
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"We certainly have enough evidence to arrest him" Father Berman says. "Proof will be for a judge to determine - after we gather more evidence, in the meantime. I fear that if released, he will not only be a target but will continue to destroy evidence, commit crimes, and" perhaps worst of all "complicate our investigation."
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
"Our investigation is into whoever cooked up the beast that slaughtered all these gnomes," Ru says. "Whatever crimes we suspect Alek of, I don't think that's one of them, is it?
"I fear we're allowing Alek to complicate our investigation merely by dint of focusing on him instead of our real case."
[sblock=OOC]I think I'm having too much fun with the new Berman / Ru headbutting dynamic. I'll give it up now so I don't keep sidetracking the plot, but couldn't resist one more. Should be interesting how these two interact in the field after this. Ru's gonna have to watch his back, I think...
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kinem said:
"Our investigation is into whoever cooked up the beast that slaughtered all these gnomes," Ru says. "Whatever crimes we suspect Alek of, I don't think that's one of them, is it?
"I fear we're allowing Alek to complicate our investigation merely by dint of focusing on him instead of our real case."
[sblock=OOC]I think I'm having too much fun with the new Berman / Ru headbutting dynamic. I'll give it up now so I don't keep sidetracking the plot, but couldn't resist one more. Should be interesting how these two interact in the field after this. Ru's gonna have to watch his back, I think...
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Gis presses his fist to his lips in thought. "We won't go back to the Clocktower district tonight. I know you're still in great shape, Perrin, but there's been too much loss for everyone else. They need a good night's rest to do a good job, so any further investigation should take place tomorrow. Mogson, bring Hieran here." Mogson heads off to fetch Hieran.
Darian pulls out the key from Alek. It feels odd in his hand, almost numb. It is brass. A small hand dangles from a chain on the end of the key. He looks at Suki's mask, and inserts the key into her mouth.
Gis continues. "I'll officially arrest Sasha. You can do the honors if you want to, but I'll take care of it if you'd rather not. Pigglemorth, we'll send home, and I'm also willing to give him the bad news for you. I can send Hieran to keep watch on him until tomorrow."
Images of the scalpel-bird man's final moments course through Darian's mind. The last time you tried this, you killed him. Suki holds position nervously as Darian turns the key.
"Those two girls' masks are probably the closest thing we have to a smoking gun for any of Alek's crimes. I think we should hold them here overnight, and get those masks off if at all possible."
>>CLICK<<
"As for Alek... that's complicated. You're both presenting good arguments to keep him or release him. We probably have all the evidence we need, but not the proof. The masks will help greatly. If they are rigged to explode, then we definitely have him. If not, we will have to let him go anyway. I'm tempted to release and shadow him, just to look for an extra lead. Ru has a point--the evidence does not point to Alek being the killer. But we could wait for the masks."
Silence hovers in the room, watching, waiting for the explosion. But nothing comes. The mask releases its grip on Suki, and Darian lifts it cleanly off her face. Her hair is a little crumpled, but her skin is still smooth, her eyes are still full, the spark of determination is still there. She looks away, bites her lip, blushes, and brings her arms up to her face in shame, chains dangling before them.
"Um... Thank you, Darian. The key should also work on my hands, if you want them."
* * *
Darian pulls out the key from Alek. It feels odd in his hand, almost numb. It is brass. A small hand dangles from a chain on the end of the key. He looks at Suki's mask, and inserts the key into her mouth.
* * *
Gis continues. "I'll officially arrest Sasha. You can do the honors if you want to, but I'll take care of it if you'd rather not. Pigglemorth, we'll send home, and I'm also willing to give him the bad news for you. I can send Hieran to keep watch on him until tomorrow."
* * *
Images of the scalpel-bird man's final moments course through Darian's mind. The last time you tried this, you killed him. Suki holds position nervously as Darian turns the key.
* * *
"Those two girls' masks are probably the closest thing we have to a smoking gun for any of Alek's crimes. I think we should hold them here overnight, and get those masks off if at all possible."
* * *
>>CLICK<<
* * *
"As for Alek... that's complicated. You're both presenting good arguments to keep him or release him. We probably have all the evidence we need, but not the proof. The masks will help greatly. If they are rigged to explode, then we definitely have him. If not, we will have to let him go anyway. I'm tempted to release and shadow him, just to look for an extra lead. Ru has a point--the evidence does not point to Alek being the killer. But we could wait for the masks."
* * *
Silence hovers in the room, watching, waiting for the explosion. But nothing comes. The mask releases its grip on Suki, and Darian lifts it cleanly off her face. Her hair is a little crumpled, but her skin is still smooth, her eyes are still full, the spark of determination is still there. She looks away, bites her lip, blushes, and brings her arms up to her face in shame, chains dangling before them.
"Um... Thank you, Darian. The key should also work on my hands, if you want them."
industrygothica
Adventurer
InVinoVeritas said:
Relieved, Darian sighs. "That choice is yours to make; I only want your voice... for now. Tell me what you know of the one called Brass, and I'll remove these... things... from your hands if you wish."
He tries to avoid her gaze as he slips the mask into his coat pocket (assuming it'll fit).
"You're still beautiful, by the way," he adds quickly.
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Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
Behind Darian, Calahan airs a relieved sigh.
"I'll better leave you two turtledoves now..."
And with that, exists the room as discrete as a man like him can do that.
[sblock]Is the term "turtledoves" appropriate for lovers in English? - Foreign speaker here, so no real idea.
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"I'll better leave you two turtledoves now..."
And with that, exists the room as discrete as a man like him can do that.
[sblock]Is the term "turtledoves" appropriate for lovers in English? - Foreign speaker here, so no real idea.
[/sblock]Le Noir Faineant
Explorer
If this is the last action before the beginning of a new round on a new day...
Calahan will check his purse, and head for the next brothel.
His survival of the explosion and his -kinda- reconcilliation with his colleagues has to be celebrated!
"Anyone accompanying me to The Dirty Elf, friends? I know a few ladies there that would surely be happy to spend some good time with you, gentlemen!"
Calahan will check his purse, and head for the next brothel.
His survival of the explosion and his -kinda- reconcilliation with his colleagues has to be celebrated!
"Anyone accompanying me to The Dirty Elf, friends? I know a few ladies there that would surely be happy to spend some good time with you, gentlemen!"
