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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 5, 2009 17:18:21 GMT 1
Another note was scribbed after a short pause. "Is there a reason you're avoiding my question, Mister Richter?" "Well, there's a lot to read, she's already turned over the page a few times. I'll give you the gist of it. 'No sign of impaired cognition', 'delusions of ghostly figures, seemingly both auditory and visual', 'suprisingly open about his delusions, suggests lack of social contact', 'avoids talking about his past, even under direct questioning, possibly related to his openness'." As Kasiya repeated Anton's reading, Doctor Junkers looked somewhat unsure. She glanced down at the notepad and back at Kasiya. Then she scrawled another note. "I don't believe this." She looked up sharply as Kasiya repeated it, and even Kasiya could tell she was unnerved. After a few seconds she stood. "Could you excuse me for a minute." Then she walked to the door and knocked upon it.
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 5, 2009 17:41:38 GMT 1
Kasiya waits to smile until she's left the room. Wolves liked to play after all, and this was a good game.
"Anton, that was more fun than I've had all day. The other ghosts here are... Bad?"
Murderers, Rapists, what did you think they'd be like?
Fun though it was to mess with the Doctor, He had a feeling he might pay for his bit of fun.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 5, 2009 19:01:00 GMT 1
The door opened a moment later and Doctor Junkers stepped outside and the lock clunked. "Not all of them, but the few that are tolerable try to avoid the others so they're hard to find. You know, I have to wonder about the answer to one of the questions, how do you think you can help me?" Kasiya had barely the time to form an answer before the lock clunked again and the door opened. Detective Feldmann and his associate returned and sat down opposite Kasiya. "Mister Richter, I suggest you stop playing games and comply with our requests." There wasn't much sign of the relative friendliness they had exhibited earlier. "How rude. You might want to watch his temper now, though."
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 5, 2009 20:19:02 GMT 1
"We can show you the way, Anton. My friend and I."
Keenly watching the two detectives as they re-enter the room, Kasiya takes Anton's advice seriously.
He might want to watch mine.
Yet still unwilling to tell the humans things that will kill them, he is left only with refusal.
"No. Where's Doctor Junkers? I liked her."
Forewarned of the detective's temper, Kasiya readies himself to defend against any 'persuasion' Detective Feldmann might decide to administer.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 5, 2009 21:15:18 GMT 1
"No Mister Richter, if that is really your name, you are not asking the questions. You will tell us why you are hiding a mass-murdering criminal from us, or we will have no choice but to believe that you murdered all those children yourself." From the way the other detective was looking at him, it was clear that at least he was quite ready to believe that already. "You have already commited a great many crimes, but mass murder is greater than all of them. You will likely spend your entire life in prison, they don't go easily on those that victimise children." No matter how much Kasiya liked to think he could ready himself, he was totally out of his depth and there was no doubt in Detective Feldmann's words and threats of a lifelong incarceration. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the pretense of calm.
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 10, 2009 11:00:13 GMT 1
Left with a choice between a gross violation of the Veil and human legal repercussions, Kasiya has only one remaining option. With no more attempts at clever words or proving his point, he simply shakes his head.
"No."
Subdued as he is, he still remains ready in case Detective Feldmann decides to let go his temper and attempt to beat a confession out of him.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 12, 2009 23:02:10 GMT 1
The two detectives glanced at each other before Feldmann continued. "You sick piece of shit. No stupid, cowardly games to play now, huh?" His associate spoke up without giving Kasiya chance to answer. "So you hunt children down and murder them, steal them away from their families as part of some demented game. I bet you enjoy hurting them, they've been missing for a long time, did you keep them alive so you could torment them further? Then return the remains to their families just to torture them too with your leftovers? We had to check dental records just to confirm they were even the right children!"
Continuing their barrage of angry questions and accusations, Kasiya was given very little chance to answer between them. Feldmann took over from his associate. "What about the other bones? Do you keep them as trophies? Is that why you wont tell us where they are so you can keep your playthings? We've got the bone you brought with you, we know that one is human too. Was Martin your next victim? Were you going to take him out to the countryside so you could play with his bones next?" Their raised voices and the accusations of horrific crimes so abhorrent to Kasiya's nature was piling on the pressure that was already threatening to overcome his control. His face was rapidly becoming slick with sweat and his mouth was dry, making a response even more difficult.
They again switched so Feldmann's associate was growling accusations at him. "Did you molest them too? Rape these little boys and girls? Did you eat them?" Kasiya's rage, though merely making him quick to anger normally, was rapidly rising to the point where it threatened to break free. "Scum like you deserve far worse than prison." "Yeah, can't argue with that. Come on! 'I'm protecting you'? How long did you expect them to even consider that? At least try to make your lies believable."
(kasiya gains rage above normal, but doesn't frenzy yet)
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 22, 2009 20:54:47 GMT 1
Suffering under a barrage of insults and accusations, with his chest tightening and his head beginning to pound, Kasiya stands, knocking the chair over behind him and stumbling over it in a desperate attempt to just get away.
"No!"
All he can do, though, is back towards the corner of the room, hunched over, held at bay. With no safe outlet for his Rage, he can only feel it wash over him like a rising tide, not helped by his minds image of the bloody tatters he'd reduce these men to when the frenzy took him. He shakes his head vigorously, a vain and animalstic attempt to clear his head.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 22, 2009 22:35:36 GMT 1
"Bastard!" Feldmann growled. "Tell us where you put the remains, or god help me a lifetime in prison will be the last thing you need to worry about!" Sensing Kasiya's rage, both the detective and his associate rose to their feet. They wouldn't be caught off guard, though they likely had no idea how little difference it would make. They followed him as he backed away, positioning themselves to corner him. The detective kept his gaze on Kasiya's, glaring angrily, while his associate barked more angry words from the side. "Can't stand up to a grown man, can you? Do you pick on children because you can't face a fair fight, or just because you fuck them?!" "I'm suprised he hasn't smacked you one. I guess the cameras are still running."
(rage continues to rise and frenzy comes, spend willpower to resist? (you have 3 left))
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 25, 2009 22:48:27 GMT 1
With the unfamiliar ringing in his ears and his vision narrowing down into a dim tunnel, Kasiya recognises the signs of his imminent frenzy and desperately holds it at bay.
((Willpower spent to resist frenzy))
Through it all his mind seems to work on a tangent and he comes to a realisation. Sweet Gaia, they were threatening him! Not with their law, but with violence. As if they could. At this moment he wants nothing more than to get out of this and join a pack. Never again to be left on his own, never again without support from those he can truly trust. Never to be alone.
Another Realisation: 'Cameras' Just like the last building. Kamut had taken bits of the camera. The bits that remembered them. He could not allow himself to frenzy. He could allow himself to take a beating. Straightening up and getting right in Feldmann's face, Kasiya screams his heart out. It might be laughable how scary he's not, but the Rage was driving now, and their insults only gave it fuel. The cornered wolf snaps back:
"DO IT THEN! GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT."
What had he heard Nadya say so often? That was it:
"FUCK YOU!"
Let them switch off the cameras. Let them 'Smack him one'. In a few moments it would be out of Kasiya's hands one way or another.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 25, 2009 23:27:25 GMT 1
Maybe it had been a game all along, or maybe the Detective just had tremendous control over his anger, but as Kasiya got in his face he calmed down and spoke back. "Let's see how feisty you are after a night in the cells. Once you've got a taste for a lifetime in them." Feldmann glared back at Kasiya, but even with the distraction Kasiya saw the other detective in the corner of his eye, moving in behind him to take hold of him. The rattle of handcuffs was an increasingly familiar sound. Something seemed to be worrying Anton intensely, from his expression, but he didn't make any move to act on it.
If Kas resists, we'll be going to combat rounds. No more frenzy checks right now.
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 26, 2009 23:31:31 GMT 1
The sensible thing to do would be to back down now and spend a night in the cells, but Kasiya didn't fake his anger. Couldn't. Anton's disquiet only heightens it with the knowlege that something else was wrong. He can't just switch it off, not when the Rage brims over twice as strongly as it ever had in his life.
Wolves don't hate, but this Wolf become Garou really hates these men, and the only things that stop him shifting and breaking these men into pieces are the Litany and the fact that Killing is Wrong except when that same Litany required it.
Fury and conflicting desires leave him staring into Feldmanns eyes as if he could make the man ignite at whim as Feldmanns assistant moves behind him. Too controlled to attack, too angry to relent. Kasiya doesn't move away or attack, but neither does he co-operate and easily allow the cuffs to go on. It'll take force to pull his wrists back and into cuffs. What muscle he has is locked taut and rigid.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 28, 2009 22:37:45 GMT 1
Rigid as he tried to make himself, it was obvious from the comfortable ease with which Kasiya is restrained that Kasiya is far from the most resistant criminal he's had to cuff. Feldmann paused only to conclude the recording. "Interview concluded at twelve thirty-five." The two detectives marched Kasiya outside, with Feldmann operating the door so his associate could keep a firm grip on Kasiya's cuffs. Anton unflinchingly stepped through the wall beside Kasiya. "I wont be able to follow you to the cells, it's dangerous for me there." It was obvious that something was still bothering Anton, but he was unwilling to talk about it.[/color]
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Post by Kasiya on Oct 28, 2009 22:54:51 GMT 1
Not bothering to struggle against his cuffs, Kasiya resumes his passive state as his blood cools and the impending frenzy abates.
"It's alright Anton. I was glad of your company and your help."
I doubt I'll have a good night then.
"Is there something you need to say?"
Unwilling to put pressure on Anton, he still feels he might need to know what's on the Ghost's mind.
As they walk, he tries to put as brave a face on his circumstances as he can, taking pains to memorise the route they take, difficult though it is when all the corridors look the same.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 29, 2009 0:02:43 GMT 1
"I'm worried that Feldmann might keep his anger pent up for when he goes home." And there was no more time, Anton stopped as they reached the staircase and the detectives did not. Kasiya was led down a flight of stairs, past a desk with a guard behind it, past a remotely-controlled security gate seperating the desk from the corridor. Feldmann signed Kasiya in at the desk under his false name and they marched him through the security gate, down the corridor past all the cells with the drunk or disorderly, with the smell of urine and vomit strong. Eventually they passed the bulk cells, to the cells for violent offenders, and Kasiya was welcomed by the sight of a cramped little room behind a large metal door. There was a small bed - little more than a concrete slab with a futon mat - on one side of the room, and a metal toilet without a lid.[/i] "We will talk again in the morning." Feldmann said, as Kasiya was roughly moved into the cell and uncuffed. The metal door slammed shut behind him and the detective peered in through the shutter, before closing it on him. The cell was cramped, grey and brightly lit. There was no window, and it smelled of stale sweat and urine from someone who wasn't a very accurate shot. There was a camera in a see-through plastic case in one corner of the room, it was impossible to leave it's field of view.
4 rage, 2 will[/color]
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