Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 23, 2018 17:54:41 GMT -8
Kaelie's surprise at seeing the pretty eyed water witch again was immediately stamped out as the woman continued to talk. She was finding it substantially more difficult to focus on what she was saying with the pounding in her head and the aching hollow feeling in her chest.
The words that she did manage to follow along with did nothing to abate the hollowness... if only made it substantially worse. Her heart twisted as she realized the true impact of her actions. More of her brothers and sisters were going to die because of her and these accursed humans. She had given up her freedom and most likely this life for what would seem to be nothing.
The realization was... devastating. And it was a valiant effort on her part not to just crumple to ash like she could feel herself wanting to do.
Her home and her family were going to be lost and she would be too.
"... Out of these manacles? And then what? Into a guillotine? Or simply cut up and mutilated like my brethren?" Kaelie gave a sharp laugh, one that sounded like it wracked her ribcage and scraped its way out of her throat with a jagged edge. Her voice tremored with emotion as she spoke. "You speak of the few little humans I gave slight burns to as a crime? And what of the hundreds of lives you've ripped from the earth? The homes you've destroyed and razed. Don't talk as if I'm the criminal when you have more buckets of blood on your hands than there are blades of grass in a grove." She fell back into her chair, chest heaving.
"You get nothing from me."
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 23, 2018 18:09:15 GMT -8
Montag grew even more concerned as the Fae thrashed about, appearing almost like a fish on the end of a line, struggling to breath the fresh air. As a Firefighter, he often had to work along side medics, and had to pick up a few things about the status of patients from them. He looked over to the Inspector, and tried to communicate through eye contact his concerns for the Fae's condition.
Pushing the chair back, he slowly and with great effort stood up again, feeling the soreness radiated into pain throughout his entire back. He slowly approached the other side of the table, until he was next to the Fae. That's when he noticed the silvery substance oozing from the manacles, and the apparent marks of her attempting to break free of her restraints.
Pulling out his wand, he uttered, "Fiat Lux," and the edge of the wand emanated a bright, vibrant white light. Attempting to place his pointer finger of his left hand under the Fae's chin to lift her face towards him, he muttered to her quietly, putting on his most soothing, convincing tone in his deep voice, "Just want to see how you're holding up. It will be easier if you cooperate."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 23, 2018 18:31:24 GMT -8
Kaelie had begun to tense the moment she saw the pretty eyed one push back from the table and approach her, thinking he was done with her antics and had just become impatient. What she wasn't expecting was the light that washed over her instead. Of course it wasn't nearly as comforting as sunlight or her own flames but it was enough to help her breathe a bit easier.
That was interrupted, though, the moment that the pretty eyed one touched her. Her breathing caught as she looked up at him seemingly transfixed for a moment before she came back to her senses. She wasn't going to fall for the same thing twice.
She recoiled and pushed back away from him as far as she could, tugging at her hands only to wince a bit, a fresh stream of sticky silver blood dripping from the cuffs making her wince. "S-Stay back. Don't touch me. I'm not cooperating with anything you- you heathens want!" She stammered out, clearly even more agitated now battling with the momentary relief and the stress that weighed on her.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 23, 2018 18:46:04 GMT -8
If Montag wasn’t a professional, he might’ve recoiled when the Fae started getting agitated. But, this wasn’t the first time a patient refused treatment or analysis, but like the others, the Fae was going to be examined. The Inquisitor said that she wouldn’t stand for physical abuse of the prisoner, which he heartily agreed with, but hard questioning could easily turn physical when the questionee was at this level of distress.
Setting down the wand, which immediately stopped shining when it left his hand, Montag held up his both hands to show he meant no harm, “No tricks, I promise. And the more you thrash about, the worst you are going to hurt yourself. I am here to help you, so let me.”
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Aug 24, 2018 7:51:48 GMT -8
Decker proved an admirable counterpart to Iotapa’s current approach of interrogation. The gentle touch and the firm words required a delicate back and forth, one that was tenuously working on the faerie’s mind. The Fire Chief also gave a source of healing, a direct reward for cooperation. The investigator moves to push Decker’s hand down before he could cast any more spells. She jots down a quick note on parchment and passes it to him. It reads:
Good work. Check her health, but do not heal anything save for life threats. Save as much comfort/soothing for later. Nearly done here, I hope.
Whilst Decker reads the note, Iotapa speaks to the Fae again. Her tone is more gentle than before.
“We want to stop pointless violence, not find more ways to kill. Let us know if Isra is in for future attacks so that we can prevent them. Peaceably. If we knew what your people thought, how best to contact them, we would have more tools for a peaceful negotiation instead of a repeat of your performance.”
Now, for the first deal.
“At the end of this all, I have a great deal of sway with the legal advocate who will take your case to court. What you do, or do not, say will help me make my decision in what to recommend for your sentencing. I see that you want to get out of here very badly. You want to help your people, as do I. Before you can do that, though, you have to help yourself. Please, tell me what we need to know, and we can get you out of those chains and in a more comfortable room. Decker here can heal your wounds further, if you want.”
Iotapa motions for three mugs of cool, clean water to be brought in. She nods towards one of the drinking vessels, offering it to the Fae.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 24, 2018 9:15:27 GMT -8
As soon as Kaelie saw the mugs of what she was immediately made aware of how parched and dehydrated she was. Her hands tightened into fists when the cow offered her the mug as if she could take it from her in her current state. It only exasperated her agitation as she panted more heavily.
"I may be young but I know quite well how treacherous you humans are. While I am bound by my words by my soul, you have no such requirement. Any words you say to me could very well be a lie. If I tell you how to communicate with my people, you very well may just take the information and use it to exterminate the rest of us then proceed to finish with me. Understand, I have no way that I can trust your words as you can hold me to mine." Kaelie stopped to take another much needed ragged breath as she closed her eyes to stop the damned room from spinning. "I'm not the fool you may take me for. If I'm to p-pass it will be with dignity."
She cursed inwardly the shaking of her voice. The looming threat of death was ever present in her mind, especially as it drew nearer. To return to the earth was all natural beings duty at some point... but she hoped that she would have had more time.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 25, 2018 6:33:43 GMT -8
Montag quickly read over the note, which a little difficult since his shoulder blocked the light from the solitary lamp. But, he gathered enough from it to know that he was to wait on doing too much more than examine the Fae. Which was probably going to be the extent that he would be capable of under such circumstances, considering that the Fae kept flailing about. At this rate, she was going to kill herself with her own exertions long before he could heal her.
He waited until she had finally paused again before he made another move. In a shocking way, he could understand where she was coming from. She was locked away in a small room for trying to protect her own, though those efforts were misguided, it was noble.
Thinking perhaps he understood what the Fae meant, she didn't know either of their names, and how could you trust someone if you didn't know their name? But Montag wasn't an idiot, he knew the magical powers names had from his years of studying at the Enclave. But, he offered gently, "My name is Monday, and I promise that I'm just here to help you."
He gently took the cup of water for the Fae from Iotapa, and held it in front of the Fae's mouth, waiting until she was aware of the presence of the water before offering her a small sip.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 25, 2018 9:59:55 GMT -8
Kaelie tensed as the mug was pressed to her lips before she could retort. She gave the man a dirty look as she inhaled the contents of the cup skeptically trying to detect if it was laced with anything. She couldn't detect anything and it wasn't as if 'Monday' was giving her much of a choice. Cautiously, she took several sips from the mug despite how it chafed her pride.
She didn't drink nearly enough that she needed before she made a noise and pulled her face away from the cup, clearing her throat. The water had helped her focus a bit, as well as soothe her hoarse throat. She took a breath before she looked up at him again.
"A false name certainly will not make me trust you more Decker." She said simply giving him a look. Though it has been brief and probably a slip of the tongue, she hadn't missed what the investigator had called the pretty eyed human. She took another breath as she forced herself to calm down which was a bit easier with something in her system at least.
"If you want for me to cooperate with you, there has to be some sign of good faith. A deal on my end that will ensure my protection. To quote you investigator, I have to help myself first. So how will you ease my fears of human treachery when the first thing that you do, after assuring that I can trust you, is provide me with a pseudonym that I cannot make any sort of concrete deal with?"
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Aug 25, 2018 12:03:32 GMT -8
A single chime of a small bell echoes throughout the room. The investigator glances over her shoulder towards the observation chamber.
“It is time for another break, it seems,” she says, “Think over how much you like this room and want to stay here. We’ll be back soon enough.”
Iotapa nods for Decker to follow her through the heavy stone door and out of the room into the observation chamber beyond. Once through, the investigator takes off her outer jacket and tosses it over the back of a nearby chair. She pats down her maroon vest and pulls out a heavy looking silver pocket watch. She sighs. Its chain jangles softly as the timepiece slips back into one of her pockets.
“Well, Mr Decker, you have had quite the sampling of interrogation this morning. The name bit there at the end was unfortunate, but you are getting along well with our young Fae. Glad I brought you in for questioning earlier.”
A policeman from the office enters, puffing heavily on a cigarette. He brandishes a small file sharply before thrusting it into Iotapa’s hands.
“Info on the Fae you requested,” he says, looking past the investigator and into the interrogation chamber. “Nasty piece of work, that one.”
Iotapa pulls a wry face and flicks the cigarette from his lips. She crushes it underfoot and riffles through the few assembled documents.
“Thank you, sergeant. If you would, please go get an iron bar from one of the regular cells”
The Fire Chief was her best bet for pushing forward. Being the more pleasant and kind-hearted face in the interrogation room probably helped.
“If you wouldn’t mind, Mr Decker, I’ll have you join me again for the next bout here in a few minutes. I think our prisoner likes you a touch more than me. We can use that to our advantage. I’d like you to offer the next deal we are prepared to make. Should the creature cooperate, we will move her to one of the more comfortable magically dampened cells. She won’t have to wear the manacles anymore either. All she has to do is cooperate with us. I cannot stress that enough. She has to make the first step before we reward her with anything. When she tells us how to contact her people, we can give her something in return. Then we press further for more intel.”
A heavy iron bar clangs onto the table. The sergeant nods approvingly as Iotapa smacks one end against her gloved hand. Her skirts swish back and forth as she paces the small room, working herself up.
“Now, I want you to be as helpful and kind as possible. I am going to push back as much as I can, give you a lot of resistance. Whatever I do, you take the prisoner’s side. Do not capitulate to her every whim, but be on her side. Okay? Any questions?”
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 25, 2018 12:47:13 GMT -8
Montag gave something of a softly wry smile as the Fae shot him a dirty look as he pressed the water to her lips. She was feisty this one, perhaps as heated as the fire she controlled. That was, until she spoke again, calling him out on using a pseudonym. It wasn't much a stretch from his real name though, the dialect of Isran he was named through had Montag meaning Monday, but that piece of trivia was neither here nor there.
Then he realized the Fae had only caught his last name, and had thought it was his first. A sense of relief washed over him as he stood up from the table as Iotapa nodded for him to follow, leaving with, "Well, it seems you might be slightly mistaken there Miss. Decker is my last name, Monday my first."
Following through the doors, Montag shrugged to Iotapa at her slight praise, letting her finish with her proposition before replying, "It's the least I can do honestly to help finish this interrogation. I am worried about her well being though, I don't think she can last much longer. I wasn't able to get much a look at pupil dilation or to check heart rate, but that trickle of blood isn't exactly a promising sign. But, let's get the job done."
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 25, 2018 13:00:14 GMT -8
Kaelie sighed as they left again and dropped her head back against the back of the chair. If they thought they would trick a Fae into a bad deal they were very much mistaken. She could feel her heart stumbling along in her chest slowly and she focused her mind on counting the beats.
Surely she would fade away before the accursed humans got it through their damn heads. They would get their wish of communing with her brethren then when her curse swept over their land.
A soft sigh escaped her as she felt her mind start to drift again, sagging limply in her binds. She did hope at the very least they would take her remains and lay her to rest outside or by her forest where her sisters would find her more easily.
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Aug 25, 2018 20:05:34 GMT -8
Iotapa charges back into the room, smashing her iron bar into the top of the table alongside Kaelie’s chained hand. The investigator is red faced, visage marred with obvious rage. She immediately prepares to lays into the creature, her voice rumbling like distant thunder barely contained.
The iron bar hovers just barely away from the left side of the Fae’s neck.
She pauses, blinking. Slowly, surely, she sets the bar down on the table and sinks into her chair. Fingers rub at tired eyes. Why would she lay into this creature? She had every right to bash her upside the head and scream. Scream until she got what she wanted. But what would that accomplish?
“Look. I can only say this one more time. You agree to give us information about potential future Fae attacks. Answer one question now and we get you medical attention and a better cell. If you cooperate, you will not be harmed by myself or anyone in Isra. I cannot say this in any simpler terms. My superiors want you to talk, I want you to talk. You want you to talk so that you can get out of here.”
The investigator folds her hands and stares levelly at the Fae.
“I don’t want to have to hurt you. I will do so to protect my city, but you can make me stop.”
She looks at Decker and sighs.
“Have anything to add?”
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 26, 2018 6:37:56 GMT -8
Montag most certainly did not charge in to the room like Iotapa, instead hanging back a few heartbeats before approaching the same side of the table as the Fae. He stood just behind her right shoulder, letting her feel his presence as Iotapa raged. Waiting for Iotapa to finish, he said, "Easy there Inspector, no need to be violent."
Montag placed a great hand on the iron bar, and shoved it away from the Fae. 'Incidentally' it rolled closer to the inspector's hand, but it at least looked like he was being proactive about the well being of the Fae. Squatting down so his mouth was ear level on the Fae, he said softly, "I am here to help you. Look, I know that you're not doing good in this room, and those shackles must be hurting you a great deal. So, if you just answer my questions, we'll get you somewhere nicer, and get the shackles off. How does that sound?"
He left the implications of her not cooperating open, as Iotapa had already planted a seed of what would happen with her theatrics.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 26, 2018 7:29:51 GMT -8
Kaelie's eyes slowly opened when the inspector came in violently, she winced as the bar smacked into the chair alongside her the immediately nausea of the toxic metal hitting her from it's proximity. Her breathing was more taxed as she looked at the investigator try one last time to reason with her and then listened to the pretty eyed human reasoning with her as well. She was quiet a while simply looking at them before she sighed heavily and spoke softly.
"... If I were to die here by human hands, that would be enough of a proclamation of war by my brethren." She saw no harm in saying what was in store for them. At the rate they were going, it wasn't likely that they would avoid their fate. "My absence from my forest could be ignored but if they felt me die, they would search for my body and ultimately find what you had done. The majority would be less direct than I, causing famine and disease, giving you a slow death, but some of my sisters would probably come to finish what I started." Kaelie breathed out before she began slouching forward again, the iron in the room further exasperating her state to an alarming degree. "If you continue to press forward into my forest to my sisters' lands I imagine that... that might infuriate... them..." Her breathing slowed as her eyelids drooped. "That's... what I know."
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Aug 27, 2018 11:08:07 GMT -8
The potential war with the Fae confirms her suspicions. Finding some way to broker peace with the Fae for the time being was the top priority, and included in that was keeping this particular creature alive. Iotapa’s mind flashed into action as the faerie slumped closer and closer to the table. She had spoken, at last. Iotapa makes a flourish on her notes before snapping her dossier closed. She draws out a ring of small stone blocks, each one about the size of her index finger, emblazoned with etchings and runes. One of the stones taps sharply against Kaelie’s table-bound manacle. The metal falls open with a dull thud against the table. The same process is repeated with a different stone against the manacle attached to the chair. The investigator is at Kaelie’s side, throwing the faerie's arm over her own shoulder and helping the creature to its feet. Iotapa transitions her charge into a more comfortable position, basically carrying her out of the interrogation room. “That’s it, easy now.” The two shuffle out of the interrogation chamber back through the door behind Kaelie and into the prison proper. Iotapa hands the barely conscious form of the faerie off to Decker and three guards. “Please see that 494 is moved to her new room. She’ll be staying in the west wing, top floor. One of the corner cells is prepared for her. I’ll join you in after I take care of some business.” The guards lead the prisoner away, checking her vitals as they go. At this point, Iotapa moves back down the hallway towards the offices. It is up to Decker if he wants to proceed with the guards to the new cell, or catch up with the investigator as she rushes away. Once at her desk, Iotapa deposits her assembled notes in a small tray and collects a sheaf of clean parchment. Her small potted succulent sitting at the right corner of the desk arrests her gaze for two seconds. The Fae might like having a little green companion in her cell. Iotapa deftly balances the small plant on the top of her bundle of parchment and fresh pens before swiftly marching back towards the cells. She calls out to another investigator as she leaves “I got some intel from 494 in my out tray there. Take it to the Chief and let him know we are moving the prisoner for further questioning after she comes to.” Meanwhile, the guards have moved Kaelie into her new accommodations in the west wing. These cells are slightly more comfortable than the rooms for the general population, but they are still aggressively spartan in design. A bed, little more than a cheap wooden frame with ropes strung to support a rough hay mattress, a stone latrine in the corner, and a single bare shelf decorate the room. Here, the long term residents who have proved cooperative with their captors find themselves housed for more gentle questioning. Two guards remained stationed in this wing today. Kaelie is the only resident. As is the policy, the cells have been warded, charmed, and otherwise constructed to strongly dissuade the usage of magic. Up on the wall, several metres off the ground, rests a small window. Heavy iron bars criss-cross each other and cast shadows over the light of the early morning sun trickling into the room. One of the guards leaves a small loaf of black bread and a wooden cup of water near the foot of the bed before turning and leaving. The cell door locks behind him.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 27, 2018 20:17:12 GMT -8
Montag joined in the action when Iotapa freed the Fae from her shackles, feeling a popping of bones up and down his spine as he sprung up from his squat. Ignoring the ringing in his ears and the fierce protests through his back, Decker scooped up his wand from the table and deposited it into his pocket in a single quick move, before holding open the door for Iotapa to semi carry the Fae through.
Stepping in, Montag scooped up the Fae from the Investigator, cradling one arm under her upper back, and the other underneath her knees, nodding to the guards to lead the way to the cell. Following along, he would've told them to move faster as the pain blockers in his spine were running desperately low, and every step became more and more agony, but he was too busy gritting his teeth to speak.
Finally they reached the bare little cell, and despite the strain, Montag gently laid the Fae down on the mattress on her back. Catching his breath for a second, he ordered to the guards between pants, "I need... hot water... preferably in two bowls, soap... and towels... Lots of towels... and bandages... and fresh water as well... for both me and her".
Waiting for the guards to hop to his orders and to fully regain his breath, Montag produced his wand from his pocket, and muttered, "Fiat Lux", again producing a very clear, bright light. Bending over the Fae, he said to her, "I promised I was here to help, and now I'm keeping my word." It didn't truly matter to him if she heard him or not, he was mainly speaking through his thought process at this point.
He opened up one eyelid at a time, and checked for changes in pupil size and dilation. He was greeted with one pupil slightly larger than the other. A tell tale sign of a concussion, but it appeared to be mild at least. "Seems you got pretty banged up there Little Miss. I'll need to remember to restrain the force in that next time," he muttered half to her and himself as he moved his wand down to inspect the silvery liquid that seeped from her wrists, "You'll definitely need those cleaned. And I doubt that will feel very pleasant Little Miss."
He wondered slightly of his use of the phrase 'little miss' when addressing the Fae, but shrugged at it. She hadn't told him her name, and he needed something to call her besides 'The Fae'. He muttered to his wand, "Fiat tenebris", and it duly turned off as he returned it to his pocket.
When the guards returned with what Montag requested, they also came with a small table and roughly hewed together chair to store his instruments on and for him to sit on. He nodded his thanks to the guards, before taking a towel and letting it get wet in one of the bowls. Thoroughly soaked, he tenderly took the cloth and mopped 'Little Miss's' forehead, trying to get rid of the thin trail of silvery blood on her brow, and to provide a small bit of comfort.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 28, 2018 16:48:17 GMT -8
As Kaelie was moved and handed off between the humans, she was completely in a daze. The world was just a dark blur of dark stone and human faces, all unfamiliar and so different from the place she called home. She felt some relief as the cuffs that hand been digging into the delicate skin of her wrists stifling her flow of magic were removed but she was just so exhausted, she couldn't even attempt to put up a fight.
Home... She wondered if she would ever get to be there again. To climb up amongst the trees, lay out in the canopy and just absorb the sweet rays of sunlight gracing her face, waiting to begin the next cycle and replenish the life of the forest. As her head lolled against the warm solid chest that she found herself pressed to she let her mind wander to easier times.
She never should have left. She should have just burned those lumberjacks alive and protected her home from there. At least she would be in her element there. At least she'd still have her sisters nearby. It'd still be warm and sunny like it always had been. Not cold and dark like it was in the human's world. Like she was now.
She stirred slightly when suddenly the chest she had been leaning against moved away. Words were spoken, but they all just sounded garbled and strange to her-very distant. Her brow furrowed and she almost made a small whine in the back of her throat as her eyes lids were forced open and examined before she was left alone. She just wanted to sleep finally and rest. Preferably against the nice warm chest she had been leaning on. "Hurts..." She mumbled softly, the syllables a bit slurred as she tried to speak.
As she felt the warm rag gently dab at her forehead, she slowly reached over in the direction that she sensed the hand was coming from, till hers clumsily brushed against it's brother and she dropped her hand there as her head lolled to the side. "It's nice... warm..." Her finger tips were resting by the stranger's wrist, feeling much cooler than they probably should have been.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 29, 2018 11:40:38 GMT -8
Montag felt his chest tighten froma deep sensation of guilt when the Fae weakly whined that she was in pain. He had joined the Fire Department to help all of the beings of the who called the land home, not to hurt them. Even if the Fae had been guilty for the burning of those homes, the pain she had been dealing with seemed to make up for those crimes, not to mention that her motivations seemed innocent enough. In some ways, her lack of knowledge of the human world seemed to exonerate her of her crimes. It was like a child playing with matches, they didn't truly know what the consequences of their actions would be.
"I know Little Miss, I know," he softly crooned and comforted as he moved the rag from her forehead to beside the water bowl. He ignored her hand for a few moments as he dampened another rag, and lathered this one with soap. He delicately took her all too cold hand in his left hand, and began to wash the silvery blood that had begun to harden on her raw wrists. He attempted to be gentle with his movements, but he knew that it would at least sting. But, judging by the Fae's early indifference, or rather ability to protest.
Finally cleaning it, he swiftly and expertly wrapped it in the clean bandages provided. Though he moved with speed, he kept his gentle touch, not wanting to irritate the wounds any further. Finished with this wrist, Montag moved to the other side of the bed to repeat the process, moving just as quickly and expertly.
Finally finished with her wounds, Montag then turned to the issue of hydration. Grabbing the cup of water intended for her, Montag sat by the head of the bed and slowly worked his free hand underneath the back of the Fae. Using it as a lever, Montag scooted himself up to the upraised back of the Fae, using the side of his upper body as a support beam.
Using his free hand to gently support the back of the Fae's head, he brought the cup around to her lips, and slowly poured a trickle of water through her lips, frequently removing it and replacing it to allow the Fae time to breath.
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Juniper
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 21 (In the human equivalent, at least)
Physical Description: Kaelie is a tall girl, standing at about 5'11 but she's anything but lanky. She has a full figure and is relatively lean and toned as she practices acrobatics often. Despite her stature though, she's quite good at making herself small. She has freckles and blue green eyes as well as pointed ears. She prefers to keep her auburn hair up because otherwise it will come down to just above her knees.
Clothes and Equipment: Kaelie despises skirts and dresses as they restict her movement so she typically is found wearing trousers, tights, and shorts. She prefers not to wear anything too restricting. She prefers brightly colored clothes and is never seen without a wide choker around her neck.
Allegiances: Edan
Registered: May 24, 2018 21:35:15 GMT -8
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Post by Juniper on Aug 29, 2018 13:16:35 GMT -8
As Montag carefully cleaned and bandaged her wrists, Kaelie let out a almost silent sigh of relief when the throbbing and itching abated. In her pain clouded mind, any source of relief was much better than prolonged hurt. Even better was when the warm hands that returned, gently moving her arms and wrapping them in the bandages, leaving them feeling better but heavy and clumsy. It was odd that she was feeling comfort from a human- especially the one that was the reason that she was trapped here in the first place- but she couldn't help it if his touch felt like a warm summer day while she was suffering in a cool autumn breeze. She just wished that it would be more than just fleeting touches on her arms.
She wasn't expecting to have her wish granted. Even regretted it a little when she was made to sit up, a little groan of protest escaping her lips as Montag eased her upwards away from the comfort of the bed. Her protests died though as she felt his back slide into place behind her and his hand come up to cup the nape of her neck. An almost imperceivable shiver went down her spine at their proximity and his warmth suddenly surrounding her.
She was grateful as he slowly pressed the cup to her lips. She may have needed a drink before, but now she was throughly parched. Even though it was obvious he was trying to pace her, without her former hesitance and reluctance, she drank quickly from the cup- only to end up choking on the water. She pulled away from the cup as Montag pulled the cup away again to start coughing harshly, whining as the rough motion made her head throb. Instinctively she turned more into Montag, pressing her face into his chest and shifting her leg to partially lay in his lap as she had her coughing fit. Her hands came up to cling to his shirt as her legs curled around his left leg.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Aug 29, 2018 13:49:37 GMT -8
Montag knee the Fae would’ve been very thirsty, but he didn’t think she would take to drinking with such enthusiasm considering how weakened she seemed. “Easy there, pace yourself Little Miss,” he crooned as he pulled back the cup. He quickly set the cup back down on the table, and began to rub her back to try and soothe the coughing fit.
Montag felt his cheeks burn a little as the Fae started to cling onto his shirt and swung her legs over his. He kept rubbing her back, softly whispering, “You’ll be fine, just breath Little Miss.”
Montag has to stifle a yawn as he kept massaging away the coughing. The Fae was incredibly cold... and Montag preferred to be colder than warm. He always slept better when it was cooler, and to have a Fae ice block in his lap, well, the events of the past few days were beginning to catch up with him.
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