Kasiya
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Post by Kasiya on Jan 25, 2010 10:19:06 GMT 1
Still as inherently suspicious as any caged wild thing, Kasiya takes little comfort from Ms Oster's smile. Right now it feels more like a baring of fangs.
"They're people."
He holds his hands out a little, palms up.
"What drove them in life drives them in death. They want and need, like you and I. And like people, there are both good and bad."
He shudders at the thought of the one inside him right now, was there more than one? Did he have a whole menagerie of the evil dead riding him?
"What do you do?"
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 25, 2010 17:53:05 GMT 1
She thought over what he said for a moment, and answered his question before trying to ask another. "I seek out... unique individuals. Like yourself. And I try to make sure they are treated fairly." She smiled again. "The police mentioned one of these ghosts in particular that you talked about - Anton? Could you tell us about him?" Anton nods, as he still has no objection to Kasiya talking about him.
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Post by Kasiya on Jan 25, 2010 19:16:03 GMT 1
"Thanks Anton." Kasiya closes his eyes and nods back, grateful for his indulgence.
"Anton died here. He was killed in the cells. I believe he is a good man, and he has helped me. What would you like to know?"
And what do you want from me? To put me in your pocket? A zoo for your supernatural pets?
His wariness will no doubt be apparrent, but it falls short of hostility. These people are his way out.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 26, 2010 0:25:11 GMT 1
"Well..." She frowned. "There is no medical 'test' to confirm the ability you claim to have. We need to confirm the veracity of your claims though less direct means. Our time is too valuable to waste on the mentally ill, so unless you can give us information about a ghost - Anton, for example - that you could not of acquired through other means we are unable to actually help you." Her companion leant forwards. "Of course, we are hoping that you are being truthful, it's a fascinating talent and one that we hate to see dismissed. If Anton was a prisoner here, there will be records of that, so if we get the information the police have about him and you can confirm that we will know you truly are a medium. So, to begin, we would like to know Anton's surname. That will allow us to narrow down the number of records that need checking." Anton paused to think about what they had said, and looked between them and Kasiya, before eventually breaking his silence. "Decker."
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Post by Kasiya on Jan 26, 2010 22:55:33 GMT 1
In a somber tone, Kasiya continues. Messages from the dead were serious business, and in the past had been for the benefit of others, not himself. He feels a little ashamed. His life had always been lived for others.
"He has been kind enough to tell me that his name is Anton Decker. He has been here for fifty years."
Raising a finger: "One moment please."
He casts his eyes over to Anton, certain to ask before giving more of him away: "May I tell them why you came here? It may save us time."
That tale had been told in confidence, and not for Kasiya to gain any benefit. It belonged to Anton.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 26, 2010 23:54:42 GMT 1
Anton shrugged despondantly. "They'll find out eventually anyway. You may as well." Mister Gerber nodded, stood and headed to the door out of the cell. The door was opened a few moments after he knocked and he exchanged quiet words with the guard outside.
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Post by Kasiya on Jan 29, 2010 21:31:58 GMT 1
He continues, in the expectation that once his abilities are proven that they can leave, also in the hope that it would be easier to remove himself from these two than a police station.
"Anton came here because of the death of a young woman named Janine Frei."
He's about to explain how Anton felt remorse, but on second thought decides that they neither need to know, nor really care. He leaves the sentence open for further questioning though.
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Post by Shehrazad on Jan 31, 2010 19:34:19 GMT 1
Mister Gerber glanced back as Kasiya gave them more information, then turned back to whoever was on the other side of the door to relate it. Once that was done, he returned to his seat beside his colleague. "We will hear back from them shortly." He said, before Ms. Oster continued the questions. "We understand that the identification you have provided is false, and you have given them no valid details about a home address or phone number, yes? Do you any sort of normal life, a home? A job?"
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Post by Kasiya on Jan 31, 2010 19:56:54 GMT 1
With a slight smile and an overriding sense of pity, Kasiya shakes his head:
"I have no need."
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 1, 2010 14:27:10 GMT 1
Miss Oster simply nods. "Family? Friends? Is there anyone you would like us to keep informed about what is happening to you? Anyone else that knows about your special talents?"
Mister Gerber adds another question once Kasiya has responded to them. "Where do you live, then? With relatives? On the streets?"
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Post by Kasiya on Feb 2, 2010 18:04:58 GMT 1
Another shake of his head: "No, there is no-one who needs to know."
Less harm that way. Kasiya doesn't want to expose other Garou for his chance at escape.
To Mr Gerber: "No Home, I travel. I have always done so, and I travel alone."
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 4, 2010 7:34:36 GMT 1
Miss Oster nodded and their questions seemed to have come to an end. There was a knock upon the door a moment later. Mister Gerber answered it and exchanged words with whoever was behind the door again before he returned inside with a file in one hand and sat back down. He thumbed through the numerous pages inside, occasionally pausing to read, then looked back up at Kasiya. "Was Mister Denton married?" "Sadly, no. Not for want of trying though." He ran through a few more questions, giving Kasiya chance to pause for each, and Anton gave Kasiya the answer each time. "When was his victim born?" Anton tensed momentarily at Mister Gerber's choice of words, and looked down for a few seconds before forcing himself to answer. "November the seventeenth, twenty-four." "What was Mister Denton's mother's name?" Anton answered that question more quickly. "Elli... Elisabeth."
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Post by Kasiya on Feb 5, 2010 17:26:09 GMT 1
Continuing to relay Antons answers was all Kasiya could do, and so he does, responding promptly, curious to see at what point their doubts would be banished.
The great detractor to his calm was the rapist under his skin. In the rapid-fire barrage of questions he forgets for a moment that it's inside him, and when realisation crashes back upon him his face contorts a little as bile rises in the back of his throat and sweat instantly beads all over his skin.
"W... water, please?"
He didn't care if it was the dead stuff in the plastic bottles. He just wanted to get the acid taste of his own stomach out of his mouth.
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Post by Shehrazad on Feb 5, 2010 20:03:22 GMT 1
Mister Gerber nodded faintly at each of Kasiya's answers, then nodded agreement at his request. "Of course, just a moment." He looked across at Miss Oster. "I think I've asked all I need to, do you have any more questions?" Miss Oster shook her head at him, and they both turned their attention back to Kasiya. "I will get you something to drink, and place a phone call to arrange for you to be taken out of this place." He stood and left the room, returning momentarily to leave a plastic cup of cool water on the table, before leaving Kasiya and Miss Oster alone for a few minutes. "Do you have anything you would like to ask?"
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Post by Kasiya on Feb 9, 2010 11:11:10 GMT 1
Concentrating on his water for a moment Kasiya takes a small mouthful of water and rinses the vomit from the back of his throat. The combination of bile and dead water, though, he can't force down and has to spit it back into the cup.
He shakes his head to clear it.
"Where do you want to take me?"
It's beginning to dawn on him that aside from being a way out of the polic station, these might be people that he need to be wary of. They seemed to have superiority over the policemen.
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