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| [Private] Criminal Minds; Crime Does Not Pay | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 23 2016, 12:08 AM (207 Views) | |
| heiner777 | Sep 23 2016, 12:08 AM Post #1 |
"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Vento sat in a cold metal chair across the doorway where he was restrained to in handcuffs, still groggy and reeling with a headache from his assault by his own mud sculpture that miraculously took form and came to life shortly before it knocked him out with a square shot to the jaw. His crimson eyes, just like the first two times he had been there, surveyed the collision of centuries before him while he sat in the overly luxurious interrogation room of the Poinsettian branch of the Knights of Fiore that seemed to reflect the grandeur and jenesasquoi of the city in which it is located in. Mixed media, the raven-haired scholar thought to himself. The room was a lushly adorned holding facility that looked more like a three-star hotel’s lobby, complete with a divan inlaid with elegant stitches, Oriental carpets, and colorful tapestries that framed the one-way wall-to-wall mirror in front of him; presumably in use. Nevertheless, the room bristled with high-tech gear-banks of floating holographic computers, lacrima-powered security recorders, and a television that played the news reporting of the large jewel heists Vento had denied taking part of. This was the third time he had been interviewed within that span of the day, and every single time, he maintained his story. He had no reason to commit a robbery when he already had more than enough money from his stable job as a field researcher. Moreover, being a practical man, he had no interest in jewelry and merely saw them as a proper way to exploit the insecurity inherent within ignorant people with a desire to compensate for their perceived flaws directly proportional to their overflowing bank accounts. The teenager narrated the story again and again, forwards and backwards, and even using several different languages and accents just to emphasize the point. Despite this, the Knights still seemed overly suspicious given the supposedly real evidence against him and his fellow participants in the Guru’s pathetic excuse for an art class. He had understood from where the Knights were coming from and did not take their necessary precaution into question; he blamed it all on himself who was stupid enough to actually indulge in something so stupid as an ‘art class’ in the first place. He should have known better, but curiosity got the better of him. Vento waited for a good thirty minutes before a guard came in and crossed the room to his chair. He was an exceptionally tall, wiry man in a dark crimson tunic and white sirwal patterned to dark brown sandals. He was talking on a communication lacrima and stood so straight he was almost bent backward. The guard said something to the man on the other line before the Knight shot a glance over at Vento and his composed look. He nodded then turned his back on the young man, turning off his device after finishing the call. The air around him was enough for Vento, who studied the man as soon as he walked across the room, to ascertain that he was a high-ranking member of the Knights of Fiore in Poinsettia. “So,” he started, “my name is Ethan Ravenhurst, captain of the 2nd City Guard. That should tell you how much trouble you are in, my one-armed friend.” The scholar shrugged, offering a tired smile. “And like I told you and the other Knights, I did not commit those crimes indicted to me. I have nothing more to say until my lawyer gets here. Besides, it is not like you would believe me anyway, even if I told the truth.” “The truth,” Ravenhurst spoke, “is plain for everyone to see. We have video footage, fingerprints, witnesses who saw you and your accomplices rob those stores and injure those people – and you have the gall to tell me the truth, punk?” Vento sensed immediately that the commander was a man who had weathered tempests, his face hale and steeled. His dark hair was cropped in a military buzz cut, and his brown eyes burned with the kind of hardened determination only attainable through years of intense training and field experience. His voice and previous movements moved with ramrod exactness, making him look more like a hardened soldier than an esteemed policeman. Still, Vento was not one so easily rattled by such displays; he had face far more daunting sights than the man. “Truth is relative, captain; pick the one that works. Recordings can be tampered, fingerprints are unreliable, and witness testimonies inconsistent at best; so if you want the truth, you need to actually be there to see it for yourself – I did not do any of those crimes imputed of me. Why would I?” “Fun? Excitement? Profit? Who knows? You scientist-types are crazy that way; you never know what you lab coats have in store until we get hit with a new virus that wipes out families and kills loved ones,” the Knight retorted. Vento grunted. “A logical fallacy – my being an advocate of the arcane sciences has nothing to do with this. If you try and think with your brain for once, you would see that. Then again, it would be too much to ask for muscle-bound oxen like you to think.” Anger rising from the last statement, Ravenhurst grabbed the teen by his collar and lifted him up, chair and all. “Listen to me, punk, I do not care if you are some hot-shot scientist or a pretty boy from Blue Pegasus; if you commit a crime in my city, your ass is mine, and not even your smart-ass brain can think up of a solution to that.” “Actually,” Vento snidely replied, “I can already think up for three ways the moment I entered this room. It is not my fault that your pea-brain cannot process anything beyond sucking in air that is wasted on numbskulls like you. Do yourself a favor and kill yourself, you worthless piece of sh—” Before the scholar could finish his insult, the captain dropped him back down on the ground; the force jarring the chair and knocking Vento off right down to the floor. “Watch it, smart-ass,” he spoke with calm fury. “You may know your way around the lab, but I know my way around the human body. Trust me when I say that I know how to wring out information from you.” “I do not doubt that,” Vento rebutted with a condescending smile mixed with slight pain from his ‘accidental’ fall, “but I do doubt that an imbecile like you can even comprehend anything I say if you do.” For Kirklin
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| 主 ajimeister | Sep 24 2016, 06:11 AM Post #2 |
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Subdued by zip ties and flanked by his former colleagues, Ruslan made his way through the facilities of the garrison in which the Knights of Fiore had established themselves in, being girded ever so slightly toward the particular portion of the complex that had been cordoned off for interrogation. As he continued under the watchful gaze of his gaolers, he could perceive other knights, some of them people that he knew, glance on impassively as he was escorted to the stockades. Perhaps it was due to the fact that, from what had been captured within the various media outlets and local news sources within Poinsettia, the private had committed an inconceivable felony, flouting his oath as a knight by raiding a plethora of jewelry stores, in addition to causing grievous bodily harm to some citizens. Of course, the knight himself knew that this was all bunk and rubbish. Yet, to many within the base, he had essentially betrayed the very ideals and values that they had stood for. And with that in mind, to have trained with, supped with, and entrusted lives with such a foul cur was something that many found unforgivable. With the advent of the man's 'actions' brought to light on the screens of the lachryma powered television screens overhead, a fair amount of the guard had denounced such actions, and bemoaned the fact that he had even been allowed to join the knights in the first place. Still others found it most intriguing that there were multiple oddities observed within the reports and evidence that had bombarded the logistics and support departmentt just mere hours after the burglaries. The robberies were too organized, too well-timed to just be a string of coincidental occurrences. And according to different testimonies from the subjects captured, it appeared that they all denied involvement in the participation of such matters of the sort. There was also the subject of the 'concerned citizen' that had managed to accurately relay the locations of such folk to the presiding officer of the garrison, in which itself seemed a tad suspect. Yet, in the wake of the string of robberies that had occurred so far, combined with the plethora of other tasks that the undermanned and overextended 2nd Poinsettian City Guard faced, there had been little time to properly unveil just what exactly had led to such circumstances in the first place. Even then, there were still members of the criminal investigation department under Lieutenant Kogami out on field duty, still attempting to collect more evidence to help glean a better understanding of what had transpired. As Ruslan continued through a series of corridors and hallways that denoted the entrance to the stockades, he found himself being questioned by one of his captors: Lieutenant Isaiah Nordenfelt, his old squad leader back when he was first transferred to the division from Chrysanthemum. "To think that you, of all people ended up being a part of this mess," he stated solemnly. "It's to be expected of destitute, foreign country hicks such as himself," scoffed the other, a snub-nosed, portly man clad in a gilded, cornflower blue tunic accented with the chevrons of a non-commissioned officer, in addition to matching trousers. "Silence, Corporal Metford. Private Gudleifr, I don't know what exactly is going on, but I can only hope that you didn't do what I think you just did back there." "Negative, Lieutenant," the knight answered. "I was not present, nor was I conscious of, the situation that had unfolded at that particular time." "Lieutenant, with all due respect this man is clearly-" "I do believe I ordered you to be quiet, Metford. Can you not even follow such a simple command?" Discouraged by Nordenfelt's reply, the man named Metford ceased talking, before glaring at his detainee with a look that radiated clear disdain. With an audible harrumph, he proceeded to remain quiet for the remainder of their journey toward the interrogation room, in which Captain Ravenhurst had been interrogating that one-armed fellow from before, for the past couple of minutes. Just a few paces before the entrance however, the knight found himself pulled aside by the Lieutenant, who appeared to have had a fair amount of words to exchange with his former subordinate before the interrogation began. "Private Gudleifr, bear in mind that several other officers over here have a mind to court-martial you for your actions, just after we finish interrogating you. While that's happening, we've got Lieutenant Kogami trying to gather more evidence to help ascertain the situation. Now, you'd better swear to whatever god you pray to, that you get proved innocent. If it turns out that you really ended up robbing those stores and hurting those poor townsfolk, I will personally ensure that you get sentenced to the gallows." "Understood." Indeed, the knight could understand where exactly the others had come from; if he had been in their situation, he probably would've been equally suspicious. For a knight, to have repudiated his duties--tantamount to high treason--and have committed such heinous acts of senseless violence and suffering amongst the citizens that he had sworn to protect was a particularly shameful occurrence that must be dealt with according to the most stringent of measures. Yet, in the end he was still innocent. It was most unfortunate, however, that one of the few ways he could help prove his alibi was that distress beacon that he had sent out, in which there had been no answer. So much for that person, or so the Seveni thought. As he continued to brood, Nordenfelt reached toward an orifice within the wall, before grasping a communications lachryma, connected with the room ahead. Evidently, they would be sending him inside as well. "Lieutenant Nordenfelt, reporting. We've brought the next one. Entering now." |
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| Kirklin | Nov 8 2016, 05:18 PM Post #3 |
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The girl only desired to make it to Chrysanthemum the land of the knights for it is her desires location to be, it the reason of why she set herself out in a journey to go there. It is the dream of hers to become a knight that serves justice, just like the hero that inspired her in her childhood. She may not be skilled as of the time being but those can be developed, she is still young the potential can be found there for she is a girl who works very hard. She have found thyself lost in the woods for her bad sense in directions. It is later that she bumped into the location of a group of individuals that are digging a hole on the ground, the reasons is unknown at 1st the thought that have gotten to the mind of hers is that they are miners? She had asked a man of raven hair at her arrival, the question was if they know the exit of the forest of which are currently in. She is unhappy to hear that they could not help her for they too are lost, they have told her to ask another individual and for that reason Kirklin have tried to do so as she is asked. She had walked to the location of where this other man who is of that who sports a black hair, she carries her baggage to there and have asked if they are able to help her find the exit of this forest. Perhaps a map could help guide herself? Better yet the man themselves would maybe kind enough to show the lady the way out, they have replied in a manner that made Kirklin smile for she thought this will be it, she can finally get off the forest and get her way to the land of knights. It had not happened for something went missing when the two checked the baggage of the 2nd man she had asked for help. Later she meets a guard of sorts that serves the leader of this project, they seem to be a monk of sorts. She thought of them as being worthy of her trust and it is the reason that she had followed them to the location of where the man had that is incharge is. She is met with a kind face who speaks of a peaceful tune, another man that is very nice. They discovered that the girl had been lost in the woods and have provided her help, with the condition of her having to wait. They maybe an individual that she could trust for they are nice. She was later instructed to sit on the chair next to this man. It is all that the youthful lady could recall for every scenario later it, is wiped out of her memories maybe she had forgotten it. No, she have just fallen asleep and had passed out after something of odd sorts happened to the men who have a dug a hole on the ground. At the normal scenario she shall panic but she was not given that chance for the reason that magic had been activated to make her fall asleep. She fell off the chair of which she sat on, the landing was hard she was not assisted. This had not woken her up, for it is very much later that she will be awakened. The eyes of her have opened and the lady have found thyself with her Barret removed and equipment lost, she does not know of which she is. She does not remember going into this location. It is a room and she sits on a chair? She faces a man who is old that seems of strict sorts, Kirklin is nervous she does not know what happened. “I am sure you’re about to panic but don’t worry you are in the custody of the knights of fiore. You are protected and safe. Okay, I have a couple of question to ask you regarding what have happened.” |
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