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Dumont
You may be stuck in a Mills and Boone plot, guys:
On Corgan's approach and request for information on a case, Arccos' reaction was much the same of her Deputy's. She rolled her head back slightly, gave a sharp breath and pressed a palm to her face. Uttering the words "Ugh, with this shit again..."
"I told all my men to not share information on ongoing manhunts without permission from me. I don't want people handling these things with thumbscrews as some of you are prone to doing." Arccos said, indicating the massive plume of sand from an outraged Ace still settling. Inside she actually thanked the man for giving such a perfect example in such a timely manner. Outside, she flicked her datapad a couple of times with a fingertip. Corgan would be able to see her occasionally boredly switching back to some sort of clicker-style game in between looking up the details on this particular thing.
"'The Glass Rose. Some say he was a famous singer of the Osmani Opera before taking to the night's highway'," Arccos quoted, "'The Glass Rose, they say he's the finest swordsman in all the worlds and stars'. Oh, 'The Glass Rose, they say he can seduce with a glimpse of his eye or the breath of his lips.' Finest blade, greatest lover, and cleverest burglar in all the land."
Arccos oozed sarcasm.
By the looks of things she was reading off of statements taken from victims, or maybe from witnesses. A flick of her finger and it was sent over to Corgan's HUD if he really wanted to read it. Most of it read like something Arccos would read in her spare time, if Corgan knew Arccos. A lot of statements describe how dashingly handsome this person was, how smooth they spoke, how gentle he was with them as he robbed them, which seemed to run counter to the bruising on that woman's neck... Or maybe that was exactly this guy's style? Reports came from both men and women, and there was at least one report from a man who explained this from a perspective which made it seem like he'd watched. Most of the details weresexy sketchy at best.
Most of that novelty seemed to have been lost on the 'spacer now that it was something she actually had to deal with.
"Some sort of dandy highwayman and jewel thief, said to molest faithful wives and take their finest jewellery..." A flick back to her clicker game, "If someone was actually attacked, and there's an actual calling card? It's the first proof we have that this guy actually exists... People out there are injured, starving, or otherwise genuinely suffering. Compared to street gangs, smugglers, and just... Everything in Tyben and the north coast? We didn't have enough resources to look into what we thought was either the plot of a dirty novel, or just a common excuse people gave when caught having affairs."
She looked to Corgan, apparently about ready to tell him he was wasting her time, then sighed. He meant well, and if this was real? It was more serious than it had seemed.
"...I'll register you as a Brigadier for this investigation. You take the lead, and call me if you need help." Tap tap tap on her datapad. "If anyone tortures anyone else for info; shoot them. Corruption has a penalty of being recycled."
Arccos' words behind your backs:
At Ace's outburst, the Deputy could only look on as if he were impressed. Certainly not intimidated. As Josward had put it when Arccos first formed the Brigade, the only thing these men knew for the most part was how to stand in a line and be shot. Compared to a rank of muskets, this was something far less worth cowardice. It was impressive, sure, but it wasn't a giant explosion of whizzing death balls which you had no defense against other than the devil's own luck.
He looked down at Gut-Stripe.
"Yeah, I work for Uso too, under Uso's authority. And someone else who works directly with Uso told me she'd shoot me if I 'let thugs get in the way of justice'." He grumbles as he finishes up his notes. "By the looks of things, someone attacked that woman and stole something. That's all I can say for now. I'll be going to talk with her family, if they are present."
The Running Woman:
The victim in question; on being run down like some sort of criminal practically collapses to the ground again, clutching the rose like it was something she desperately had to hide. Every word out of his mouth seemed to make her wince as if she was expecting Ace to strike her, or mock her or maybe worse. All reactions which seemed to indicate that this was quite a serious incident she'd survived.
On the offer of Ace's shirt, she snatched it from him, and threw it around her shoulders. Seemingly regaining some sort of inner pride in the process.
"I am the Comtesse Penelope Dantratten, of the Asantren Dantrattens" She introduced herself, as if her name and address alone should be sufficient to cause Ace to bow. "I should not have to suffer this indignity any longer!"
On the less Dramatic End of the Beach:
Seeing Sammy apparently upset by having part of the sand move away, the Junker dubbed Mr. Metal waved its metallic tendril-like manipulators, before poking the end of one in hap-hazardly to the collapsed pile of sand, and drawing a smiley face in it. Giving a 'deet-doot-di-dool' junker chirp. Somehow spacing out the machine noises to make it sound semi-phonetically like 'It's beautiful'.
It turned its attention back to the little Sand-Sammy it had made earlier, its head popping upwards a little and a lens-like device popped out under it. The sculpture it had made started to glow hot, then turn transparent, flowing together... Before it stuck its manipulators right back in to help it keep its shape. A few moments of almost hypnotic sculpting to keep the thing in place, and the Junker was presenting Sammy with a surprisingly realistic glass sculpture of himself.
The little LED panel on the Junker showed a symbol for a gout of steam, indicating that it was still hot...
On Corgan's approach and request for information on a case, Arccos' reaction was much the same of her Deputy's. She rolled her head back slightly, gave a sharp breath and pressed a palm to her face. Uttering the words "Ugh, with this shit again..."
"I told all my men to not share information on ongoing manhunts without permission from me. I don't want people handling these things with thumbscrews as some of you are prone to doing." Arccos said, indicating the massive plume of sand from an outraged Ace still settling. Inside she actually thanked the man for giving such a perfect example in such a timely manner. Outside, she flicked her datapad a couple of times with a fingertip. Corgan would be able to see her occasionally boredly switching back to some sort of clicker-style game in between looking up the details on this particular thing.
"'The Glass Rose. Some say he was a famous singer of the Osmani Opera before taking to the night's highway'," Arccos quoted, "'The Glass Rose, they say he's the finest swordsman in all the worlds and stars'. Oh, 'The Glass Rose, they say he can seduce with a glimpse of his eye or the breath of his lips.' Finest blade, greatest lover, and cleverest burglar in all the land."
Arccos oozed sarcasm.
By the looks of things she was reading off of statements taken from victims, or maybe from witnesses. A flick of her finger and it was sent over to Corgan's HUD if he really wanted to read it. Most of it read like something Arccos would read in her spare time, if Corgan knew Arccos. A lot of statements describe how dashingly handsome this person was, how smooth they spoke, how gentle he was with them as he robbed them, which seemed to run counter to the bruising on that woman's neck... Or maybe that was exactly this guy's style? Reports came from both men and women, and there was at least one report from a man who explained this from a perspective which made it seem like he'd watched. Most of the details were
Most of that novelty seemed to have been lost on the 'spacer now that it was something she actually had to deal with.
"Some sort of dandy highwayman and jewel thief, said to molest faithful wives and take their finest jewellery..." A flick back to her clicker game, "If someone was actually attacked, and there's an actual calling card? It's the first proof we have that this guy actually exists... People out there are injured, starving, or otherwise genuinely suffering. Compared to street gangs, smugglers, and just... Everything in Tyben and the north coast? We didn't have enough resources to look into what we thought was either the plot of a dirty novel, or just a common excuse people gave when caught having affairs."
She looked to Corgan, apparently about ready to tell him he was wasting her time, then sighed. He meant well, and if this was real? It was more serious than it had seemed.
"...I'll register you as a Brigadier for this investigation. You take the lead, and call me if you need help." Tap tap tap on her datapad. "If anyone tortures anyone else for info; shoot them. Corruption has a penalty of being recycled."
Arccos' words behind your backs:
At Ace's outburst, the Deputy could only look on as if he were impressed. Certainly not intimidated. As Josward had put it when Arccos first formed the Brigade, the only thing these men knew for the most part was how to stand in a line and be shot. Compared to a rank of muskets, this was something far less worth cowardice. It was impressive, sure, but it wasn't a giant explosion of whizzing death balls which you had no defense against other than the devil's own luck.
He looked down at Gut-Stripe.
"Yeah, I work for Uso too, under Uso's authority. And someone else who works directly with Uso told me she'd shoot me if I 'let thugs get in the way of justice'." He grumbles as he finishes up his notes. "By the looks of things, someone attacked that woman and stole something. That's all I can say for now. I'll be going to talk with her family, if they are present."
The Running Woman:
The victim in question; on being run down like some sort of criminal practically collapses to the ground again, clutching the rose like it was something she desperately had to hide. Every word out of his mouth seemed to make her wince as if she was expecting Ace to strike her, or mock her or maybe worse. All reactions which seemed to indicate that this was quite a serious incident she'd survived.
On the offer of Ace's shirt, she snatched it from him, and threw it around her shoulders. Seemingly regaining some sort of inner pride in the process.
"I am the Comtesse Penelope Dantratten, of the Asantren Dantrattens" She introduced herself, as if her name and address alone should be sufficient to cause Ace to bow. "I should not have to suffer this indignity any longer!"
On the less Dramatic End of the Beach:
Seeing Sammy apparently upset by having part of the sand move away, the Junker dubbed Mr. Metal waved its metallic tendril-like manipulators, before poking the end of one in hap-hazardly to the collapsed pile of sand, and drawing a smiley face in it. Giving a 'deet-doot-di-dool' junker chirp. Somehow spacing out the machine noises to make it sound semi-phonetically like 'It's beautiful'.
It turned its attention back to the little Sand-Sammy it had made earlier, its head popping upwards a little and a lens-like device popped out under it. The sculpture it had made started to glow hot, then turn transparent, flowing together... Before it stuck its manipulators right back in to help it keep its shape. A few moments of almost hypnotic sculpting to keep the thing in place, and the Junker was presenting Sammy with a surprisingly realistic glass sculpture of himself.
The little LED panel on the Junker showed a symbol for a gout of steam, indicating that it was still hot...
