Sep 17 22:22:40 106 PA - Interviews with the police
From Chronicles
Alistair might be stubborn, but he's consider enough to go off and have a shower so as not to stink the place up; it's certainly a bit irritating to have to wait one's turn as he did, but what's he to do? He carries a small bag with him as well, and upon entering he goes to the desk to ask about Cali, and of course inquire if it's time for him to give his statement also.
Having been told to sit down and be quiet to wait for his turn, the turn does come, in the form of Rob Carslile. "Alistair? Come with me." The tall police officer leads him into a small interview room, made mostly from concrete, with two chairs and a table, attached to the floor and a large mirror. He gestures for Alistair to take a seat and settles himself opposite. "So, I understand you were a witness to this morning's incident?" No notepad, but one officer in uniform watching from behind. Rob's expression radiates good will and calm.
"Yes Sir" says Alistair, following tot he room. He sits down and nods, "Yes. I was there when it all happened, I think from the start" he explains, blinking his eyes for a moment. "I guess you probably want me to tell you what I saw ... can I see Cali after?" he asks politely as usual, brows hiking up a little.
"Tell me what you saw from the start." The polite request is ignored at first, with the man settling down in the chair, as comfortable as if he were sitting in a livingroom, on a sofa. "I am Carslile, you can call me Rob if it makes you more comfortable." His smile appears genuine. If Alistair had any psionic skills or magic, he would feel the uncomfortable dampening field on the room, preventing the use of either. "Perhaps."
It isn't that Alistair tries to do anything, it's that he's naturally sensitive, and that makes the room feel ... wrong. He shifts in the chair a little. "Okay ... " there is a pause, and he starts. "So, Miss Sage was speaking with this man when Cali arrived; I was there working on the garden. I saw Cali, so I went there to see her" another pause, then, "So Miss Sage introcued the man, whom she called Amire; I guess Cali already knew him. Then the old man - his father I believe, aproached, and so did the thugs. Then ... " another pause, and he starts again, "Then Amire grabbed Miss Sage, putting a hand over her mouth as well. I don't know why, but Cali pointed her pistol at him then, and he hid behind Miss Sage. Then one of the thugs tackled Cali, and the pistol went off as they fell. Another thug hit Miss Sage with a neural mace. At this point I was trying to get the man off of Cali, and moments later I think we realized that the old man had been hit. I tried to help him but it was too late, and I just know first aid so I couldn't help ..." following that pause he adds, "Cali didn't mean to shoot him. I know Cali, and she isn't the kind to hurt people; I'm certain she just felt Miss Sage was being threatened, so did I."
The man listens with a serious expression, his full attention on Alistair, every word absorbed. "One of the gentlemen we interviewed suggested that Miss Eneas deliberately shot the elderly man after he called her a name..." He comments softly, watching Alistair's reaction. "That there had been bad feeling in the past, and she was trying to break up a relationship between his son and her friend..." He glances at his notepad, needlessly so, "She has been involved in violence in the past." The observation is murmured softly, as he watches Alistair closely.
"That isn't possible" Alistair replies, "She was not even pointing the pistol in his direction. Here, I tell you what, you stand over there" he says, standing up and moving to one end of the room, looking around at it. "I think this is big enough" he nods, "I don't know much about that relationship, or what violence you refer to. Cali has a temper, but she's never tried to kill anyone over it. I am her boyfriend, I have been the target of her ire at times" he blushes faintly at that, "And I have seen others be so also, usually well deserved. Would you mind standing over there Sir?" he points at a spot in the room. The man watches thoughtfully, rising from his seat to obey the suggestion, standing over there with his arms crossed, and his gaze observing Alistair closely. "So she has a temper?" He repeats, as if the words have interest in their own right.
"Cali is a redhead" Alistair points out. "But it isn't violent, if that is what you are asking. Argumentative, maybe. She will look angry and may say things, but I've not known her to hit people - or shoot them. Now, if you were Amire, you wouldbe there, and if I am Cali, here - pointing the pistol in your direction ... the old man is there" he points where the old man would be. "Cali never did something like this" he points the gun-hand at where the old man is supposed to be. "She was tackled from behind and fell somewhat like this" and yes, Alistair falls, with his arms ahead and whatnot, then stands up. "Sorry" he blushes faintly again. "I am certain you have methods of verifying that I have just told you is true. Besides, Cali was in complete shock after this ... she did not mean to do anything like that. Not even in the heat of the moment. I would like to add that, while I myself am not aware of the past you've mentioned" he approaches the table now, to sit down again, "Those men were certainly hostile to her as well. I undestand that due to my relationship I'm probably viewed as biased - but at the same time, I think that so are they."
The man watches Alistair closely before he returns to the table, taking a seat and watching him more there. He listens in silence, resting his hands lightly on his lap, his expression giving little away. "You have to realise the seriousness of this. The man's employees and son are claiming it was deliberate, and your friends are claiming it was accidental. The sentence is death if it is murder." He leans forward, meshing his fingers in front of him. "Do you know any of the background to the situation?" The question is asked softly, gently.
Alistair blows a breath out and pauses for a moment. "Sir ... I understand how serious it is. I can do nothing more than to try and tell you things as I know them. It isn't as if I can assault the PD and jail-break Cali. I know this was an accident - I was there to see it happen, Sir. The gun went off because she was tackled, not because she wanted to shoot someone. I have no doubt that physical evidence will point to a tragic accident" he explains. "Background, you mean, um ... I cannot say that Sir. I can tell you what went on on-scene. Miss Sage, Cali and Mr. Amire can probably provide you with history. I can only tell you that the old man called Cali a Harpy, and she hadn't drawn her weapon in reaction to this. It was after this that Mr. Amire grabbed Sage, that Cali pointed her pistol at Mr. Amire. She never changed her aim. I was right there and it was all in plain sight for me to see with no room for error due awkward lines of sight. And I really, really doubt that Cali would shoot Mr. Amire to start with, and especially not with Miss Sage in the way. She's well aware of the pain of loss, and she's not one who would want to cause it to others."
The man listens, and stares hard at Alistair for a long moment before he nods slowly. "Interesting." His comment is softly spoken, calm, and he rises from the seat. "If you could write down your full details, it would be helpful to us." He offers a notepad with a warm smile, as if they were discussing the weather. "Unfortunately until this is all sorted out, I can't let you see Miss Aneas." Regret is in his voice, apparently genuine, and he holds the door open for Alistair.
Alistair's brows his up a little, then his shoulders sag for a moment, as he takes the pad with him. "Um ... " he stops for a moment by the door. "But she's all alone in there and scared; uh ... can you give her this, for me then?" he holds up the bag. "It's just a couple sandwithes" he murmurs, naturally saddened that he can't see Cali.
"She has been fed." The officer replies softly, sympathy in his face. "She is safe and perfectly comfortable here, unlike if we released her, and his son is out for blood." He reaches out, patting Alistair lightly on the shoulder. "Trust in the Law, son, and wait. Let us do our investigations. We have Knight's best scientist working on the autopsy, right now."
" ... oh. But ... don't you have psychics who can also see what happened?" Alistair asks, and then nods his head, "Thank you, Sir" he says, nodding to the man again and heading out to the waiting room, where he'll start filling out his report ... and pretty much camping out there, regardless of it being a useless gesture.
The man doesn't reply to the question, giving Alistair a polite nod as he vanishes into the depths of the station. Shortly, someone hands Alistair a cup of hot liquid that claims to be tea. Otherwise, life and death continue around him, with no news.
The lobby of the Kingsdale police force's headquarters is filled with people at any time, day or night, all year round. A large wooden counter spans the length of the room, at which people make the police aware of their complaints, or give statements. To one side criminals are being booked, fingerprints taken, and then led off into one of the many side rooms to have their mug shots taken before being proceeded to the holding cells, gotten to through a small hallway at the far end of the lobby. Cops talk and relax at the rear left of the room, waiting for their turn to go on patrol. Near the entrance are several doors leading to the PD's higher-up's offices involved in the more mundane aspects of police duty: talking with citizens and handing out paychecks. A small white hallway leads to the police lab's clean-room.
Vixen picks mid evening to come down to KDPD HQ, hoping that, perhaps, the evening will make for a time less crowded and busy. But she's never been one to keep track of the doings of the place, so it's a shot in the dark. She dresses in her new, not entirely professional but flattering outfit and, when she arrives at the HQ, will move inward slowly at first. Not progressing too far past the door as she lets her eyes flick about, taking in the flow and feel of the place.
It is a little less quiet but not by much. The flow of people in and out of the building is a steady amount and the lobby has a small queue of people waiting to be processed. Behind the desk a receptionist is working quickly to ensure the flow keeps moving. There is a low level feeling of despair and grim, despite the clinical gleam of the building.
Vixen moves over to get into the flow of the line, though even as she's taking a place there, she refines her search, of sorts, considering the various police about. Looking, perhaps, for one that might expedite her information gathering. Or even provide a more detailed look. Her arms cross lightly over her chest as she lets her eyes wander smoothly.
There are a few officers around, several working hard, a couple more lounging around by the reception desk, seemingly watching the flow of people. The reception line moves slowly, each case taking more time than it would if people were sober, rational or calm. The forced patience of the receptionist might explain the presence of the two officers.
After some consideration, Vixen slips out of line, arms relaxing as she approaches the two nearby officers. She doesn't put much saunter into it, but lets her normal, confident walk speak for itself. "Hey boys, maybe you two could help a girl out," she says to them as she approaches near, keeping her tone light and favoring them with a casual grin. "A few questions. I'm not really here for the low level clerks."
A flicker of male interest as she approaches and a glance between the two men before either of them speaks. The testosterone is reaching drowning levels as the brown haired one on the right speaks. "Well, little lady, we'll see what we can do. What is troubling you?" The slow drawl of his accent suggests he is not originally a city man, but he folds his arms across his chest, flexing the muscles deliberately.
Vixen gives him a glance, though she doesn't let her purpose languish. "I heard about some trouble the night before.. someone getting shot down at the landing strip. I'm thinking you boys might know a bit more than some pencil pusher." Her brows lift slightly, hands lifting to rest lightly on her hips. "Maybe one of you boys was down there?"
The officer speaking to her is about to deny all knowledge when his friend speaks, the words spoken slowly, thoughtfully. "That was the trouble with that red head, and the old man, Jimmy." His gaze moved to Vixen, blue eyes steady, "Some domestic fight with an old man and a couple of girls. Nothing out of the ordinary. Old man got shot, we're looking into it, seeing if it is murder or not." His friend glances back at him, giving a nod, "I remember it now. I was off, but Richard here, he was on duty."
Vixen nods and gives Richard a casual grin. "Were you? So.. who was it that done the deed? And who was the old guy?" Her questions asked lightly, as if the answers themselves were hardly of importance. "Though if the guy was shot, kinda has to be some sorta murder.. right?" She shrugs her shoulders, tone a touch 'lost', as if unsure of the statement.
Richard straightens, moving forward, one hand resting lightly on the weapon at his waist, a gesture more about masculine pride than feeling threatened. "Some mechanic - that garage up the top of town. What's her name, Jimmy?" Jimmy takes a moment to consider it, thinking clearly not his forte. "Kayley? Something like that." His reply gets a nod, and Richard moves on, "The old man is some elder of a group here, his son was engaged to the girl's flatmate. Sounds like murder but I'm not working on it."
Vixen masks her mental calculations well and feigns a look of mild surprise, leaning a little towards Richard. "Really? Sounds like some drama. Heard someone ended up in the hospital.. and two people in jail? I guess it old man ain't in the hospital if he's dead.." She shrugs her shoulders, as if unsure of the obvious.
Eager to fill her in, in more than one way, Richard takes the leaning in as a good sign. "The flatmate ended up at the hospital, and some other girl confessed to it. Seems an eyewitness this morning exonerated her, but the officer hasn't talked to her yet." He moves in a little closer, thumbs tucked into his belt, "So what's your interest? I can tell you more when I'm off duty..."
"Oh, I got some friends over there," Vixen replies lightly. "Figure I'd best see if any of 'em are in trouble. Can't leave my girls locked up if I can help it, yeah?" She grins a little, treating the matter lightly. "It's great you guys are being so helpful to me. So I guess one is getting let out.. the red head?" She maintains her position and posture for now. "Do you know who the other girl is?"
"Two red heads. Reckon that would be a good time, don't you, Rich?" The courser comment from Jimmy gets him a glance across, irritation at having his pitch spoilt. "One of them is being released, the mech girl is the one that shot the old guy." Richard's comment is softer, moving a little closer to Vixen. "Corpse is down at Knight's, waiting for autopsy. They've got some creepy morgue person on it." One hand reaches out, aiming to lightly touch Vixen's shoulder, "So, about a drink then..."
Vixen slips back a slight step, her expression smoothing to something a bit more cunning as she murmurs lightly, "If you can get me in to see the mech girl." Her eyes lingering on her prospective suitor. Her grin lingering and light as she adds, "Nothing is free, especially not my time. Too much to do, you know?"
Rich is tempted, you can see that in his expression but finally he shakes his head, "You aren't worth my job, sweetheart." The words are given with a reluctance, as if he would, if he could see how. "She is in with Rob anyhow, talking some more. The son of the guy has been in being interviewed this morning already." One eyebrow lifts, "Perhaps I could try and find out more, meet you after...?"
"If you can tell me more about this son.. and whatever else you might, we can talk about it over some drinks, sure." Vixen smiles lightly, keeping her promises light. "I think maybe I know the girl and maybe I wanna know just what the hell is going on, you know? I bet you got your own that you like to keep a close eye on, so you both understand where I'm coming from, yeah?"
"Sure, baby." The helpful reply comes from Jimmy, unsubtle in his look overs of the woman. Richard clearly has a few more brain cells that aren't controlled by other parts of his body. "You know what? Wait here." He turns, threading his way through the crowds, heading through a private door. For the long minutes he is gone, Jimmy spends his time oogling Vixen cheerfully. Richard returns, lowering his head to murmur to Vixen. "They are still deciding. Seems one of the old man's thugs laid into her when she pulled a gun to protect the other girl, and it went off, but they need to confirm it. Getting some heat to declare it a murder though."
Vixen weathers Jimmy's ogles simply, keeping a positive face, though not being too encouraging in her posture. When Richard returns, she listens to what he has to say with a slight nod. "That sounds about right.. on all counts." She nods towards the both of them and offers a casual grin. "If you find out more, you can always drop me a line," she murmurs, flicking out one of her cards. Regardless of whether the two know of her or not, she'll turn the card over to Jimmy lightly. It has her normal "Vixen's View" an frequency/PO box. No address, though it likely isn't too hard to find out where.. and who she lives with. "You boys have a nice day," she adds, turning to take her leave for the moment.
Jimmy glances at the card, tucking it into his pocket. As she turns to leave, he calls out, stepping forward to walk her out. "Might want to talk to the girl's fella. Hasn't had his interview yet, but he is due here any moment, apparently." A hesitation, "When do you fancy that drink?" Hopeful but not expecting a positive, he pauses as they reach the door, waiting for the knock back.
Vixen pauses at the door to look back towards Jimmy, giving him a grin that's, again, more cunning than before. "You give a little, I give a little," she murmurs. "Just don't get too hopeful, babe. I got a man. But that don't mean I can't give you a little time for helping me out." Being a bit lighter with him in this, her expression softening just a bit. "Some girls might, but I ain't gunna string you along or lie."
Jimmy's grin in return but he shakes his head, "I don't mess with other bloke's girls." There is definitely some sort of honour code at work here, and he lifts a hand, turning back to his post to meet the good natured ribbing from his work mate.
Alistair might be stubborn, but he's consider enough to go off and have a shower so as not to stink the place up; it's certainly a bit irritating to have to wait one's turn as he did, but what's he to do? He carries a small bag with him as well, and upon entering he goes to the desk to ask about Cali, and of course inquire if it's time for him to give his statement also.
Having been told to sit down and be quiet to wait for his turn, the turn does come, in the form of Rob Carslile. "Alistair? Come with me." The tall police officer leads him into a small interview room, made mostly from concrete, with two chairs and a table, attached to the floor and a large mirror. He gestures for Alistair to take a seat and settles himself opposite. "So, I understand you were a witness to this morning's incident?" No notepad, but one officer in uniform watching from behind. Rob's expression radiates good will and calm.
"Yes Sir" says Alistair, following tot he room. He sits down and nods, "Yes. I was there when it all happened, I think from the start" he explains, blinking his eyes for a moment. "I guess you probably want me to tell you what I saw ... can I see Cali after?" he asks politely as usual, brows hiking up a little.
"Tell me what you saw from the start." The polite request is ignored at first, with the man settling down in the chair, as comfortable as if he were sitting in a livingroom, on a sofa. "I am Carslile, you can call me Rob if it makes you more comfortable." His smile appears genuine. If Alistair had any psionic skills or magic, he would feel the uncomfortable dampening field on the room, preventing the use of either. "Perhaps."
It isn't that Alistair tries to do anything, it's that he's naturally sensitive, and that makes the room feel ... wrong. He shifts in the chair a little. "Okay ... " there is a pause, and he starts. "So, Miss Sage was speaking with this man when Cali arrived; I was there working on the garden. I saw Cali, so I went there to see her" another pause, then, "So Miss Sage introcued the man, whom she called Amire; I guess Cali already knew him. Then the old man - his father I believe, aproached, and so did the thugs. Then ... " another pause, and he starts again, "Then Amire grabbed Miss Sage, putting a hand over her mouth as well. I don't know why, but Cali pointed her pistol at him then, and he hid behind Miss Sage. Then one of the thugs tackled Cali, and the pistol went off as they fell. Another thug hit Miss Sage with a neural mace. At this point I was trying to get the man off of Cali, and moments later I think we realized that the old man had been hit. I tried to help him but it was too late, and I just know first aid so I couldn't help ..." following that pause he adds, "Cali didn't mean to shoot him. I know Cali, and she isn't the kind to hurt people; I'm certain she just felt Miss Sage was being threatened, so did I."
The man listens with a serious expression, his full attention on Alistair, every word absorbed. "One of the gentlemen we interviewed suggested that Miss Eneas deliberately shot the elderly man after he called her a name..." He comments softly, watching Alistair's reaction. "That there had been bad feeling in the past, and she was trying to break up a relationship between his son and her friend..." He glances at his notepad, needlessly so, "She has been involved in violence in the past." The observation is murmured softly, as he watches Alistair closely.
"That isn't possible" Alistair replies, "She was not even pointing the pistol in his direction. Here, I tell you what, you stand over there" he says, standing up and moving to one end of the room, looking around at it. "I think this is big enough" he nods, "I don't know much about that relationship, or what violence you refer to. Cali has a temper, but she's never tried to kill anyone over it. I am her boyfriend, I have been the target of her ire at times" he blushes faintly at that, "And I have seen others be so also, usually well deserved. Would you mind standing over there Sir?" he points at a spot in the room.
The man watches thoughtfully, rising from his seat to obey the suggestion, standing over there with his arms crossed, and his gaze observing Alistair closely. "So she has a temper?" He repeats, as if the words have interest in their own right.
"Cali is a redhead" Alistair points out. "But it isn't violent, if that is what you are asking. Argumentative, maybe. She will look angry and may say things, but I've not known her to hit people - or shoot them. Now, if you were Amire, you wouldbe there, and if I am Cali, here - pointing the pistol in your direction ... the old man is there" he points where the old man would be. "Cali never did something like this" he points the gun-hand at where the old man is supposed to be. "She was tackled from behind and fell somewhat like this" and yes, Alistair falls, with his arms ahead and whatnot, then stands up. "Sorry" he blushes faintly again. "I am certain you have methods of verifying that I have just told you is true. Besides, Cali was in complete shock after this ... she did not mean to do anything like that. Not even in the heat of the moment. I would like to add that, while I myself am not aware of the past you've mentioned" he approaches the table now, to sit down again, "Those men were certainly hostile to her as well. I undestand that due to my relationship I'm probably viewed as biased - but at the same time, I think that so are they."
The man watches Alistair closely before he returns to the table, taking a seat and watching him more there. He listens in silence, resting his hands lightly on his lap, his expression giving little away. "You have to realise the seriousness of this. The man's employees and son are claiming it was deliberate, and your friends are claiming it was accidental. The sentence is death if it is murder." He leans forward, meshing his fingers in front of him. "Do you know any of the background to the situation?" The question is asked softly, gently.
Alistair blows a breath out and pauses for a moment. "Sir ... I understand how serious it is. I can do nothing more than to try and tell you things as I know them. It isn't as if I can assault the PD and jail-break Cali. I know this was an accident - I was there to see it happen, Sir. The gun went off because she was tackled, not because she wanted to shoot someone. I have no doubt that physical evidence will point to a tragic accident" he explains. "Background, you mean, um ... I cannot say that Sir. I can tell you what went on on-scene. Miss Sage, Cali and Mr. Amire can probably provide you with history. I can only tell you that the old man called Cali a Harpy, and she hadn't drawn her weapon in reaction to this. It was after this that Mr. Amire grabbed Sage, that Cali pointed her pistol at Mr. Amire. She never changed her aim. I was right there and it was all in plain sight for me to see with no room for error due awkward lines of sight. And I really, really doubt that Cali would shoot Mr. Amire to start with, and especially not with Miss Sage in the way. She's well aware of the pain of loss, and she's not one who would want to cause it to others."
The man listens, and stares hard at Alistair for a long moment before he nods slowly. "Interesting." His comment is softly spoken, calm, and he rises from the seat. "If you could write down your full details, it would be helpful to us." He offers a notepad with a warm smile, as if they were discussing the weather. "Unfortunately until this is all sorted out, I can't let you see Miss Aneas." Regret is in his voice, apparently genuine, and he holds the door open for Alistair.
Alistair's brows his up a little, then his shoulders sag for a moment, as he takes the pad with him. "Um ... " he stops for a moment by the door. "But she's all alone in there and scared; uh ... can you give her this, for me then?" he holds up the bag. "It's just a couple sandwithes" he murmurs, naturally saddened that he can't see Cali.
"She has been fed." The officer replies softly, sympathy in his face. "She is safe and perfectly comfortable here, unlike if we released her, and his son is out for blood." He reaches out, patting Alistair lightly on the shoulder. "Trust in the Law, son, and wait. Let us do our investigations. We have Knight's best scientist working on the autopsy, right now."
" ... oh. But ... don't you have psychics who can also see what happened?" Alistair asks, and then nods his head, "Thank you, Sir" he says, nodding to the man again and heading out to the waiting room, where he'll start filling out his report ... and pretty much camping out there, regardless of it being a useless gesture.
The man doesn't reply to the question, giving Alistair a polite nod as he vanishes into the depths of the station. Shortly, someone hands Alistair a cup of hot liquid that claims to be tea. Otherwise, life and death continue around him, with no news.
With her trip to the hospital being mainly precautionary, Sage has since been released after a brief evaluation. She enters quietly enough, with her face set in a carefully neutral mask. She isn't quite sure which set of emotions to give into. She glances about, briefly acknowledging anyone she might recognize before wandering over to the main desk to report.
The lobby is still busy, with a steady flow of people coming and going, willingly or not. The woman behind the desk takes Sage's details, sending a runner and swiftly, an officer opens a side door, walking to Sage's side, before she has time to see Alistair camping out there. "Miss Sage? I am Rob Carslile, the officer in charge of the case. Will you come with me please?" He turns, opening the door to a private interview room. As she enters, she would sense the dampening field, preventing the use of magic and psionics. It is basically a concrete box, with two seats and a table, and a large mirror. "Take a seat. I gather you were injured during the incident?" His friendliness seems genuine, and the smile he gives her as he takes a seat creases the corners of his eyes.
Not expecting anyone to be camping out in protest, Sage's mindset is to get this over with. She nods faintly to the man's question about her identity, "Sure." She replies simply to the request to follow along. She moves to follow the man into the private room. The dampening field gives her a momentary pause before she moves to one of the chairs. "Unfortunately." She replies in the affirmative, as her gaze considers the other man.
"I take it you are well enough to proceed? I don't wish to cause you further injury. Do tell me if you need to stop." The man leans back in his chair, no sign of notes being taken, and a friendly expression on his face. "Please tell me in your own words what happened this morning. Starting at the beginning, I think." His attention is fully on her, the steady gaze resting on her face.
Sage's finger raises to play with her hair briefly at the question of being well enough, considering the option of not doing the interview right now. Yet, her friend is peril it seems. Her hand drops and she settles them in her lap for the time being. "I should be well enough, but thank you for the thought." A slight smile briefly touches her lips, as she watches the other man. She takes a breath and lets it out to keep herself calm. She makes no effect to keep her facial expression or tone neutral when she goes to answer. "Well... the first part of the day is kind of personal..." She comments, unsure of how much detail to give the man about that situation, "Let's just say that ... Amire..." She pauses briefly to see if the other man has any recognition of the name, "was hoping to become a significant part of my life..." She puts a little emphasis on significant, "but I... already have something special in my life... so I wanted to speak with him about it." Its a little difficult to speak about for her, before she takes another breathe. "I figured I'd... need a little girl time afterward... so I invited Cali to meet me afterward." She comments, "She was a little early... and Amire's father and two of his men showed up unexpectedly." She comments, before pursing her lips. "Amire's father started off being rude to Cali... they don't get along very well... I was going to say something a little tart - for me - to help support Cali... but Amire tried to keep me out of it by covering my mouth and drawing me back away from the scene... I guess Cali thought he was up to no good because she threatened Amire... I..." She frowns faintly, "think she may have drawn a weapon... then... I think there was a scuffle... and... I remember getting hit... but... things are a little fuzzy right now."
The officer listens in silence, making no notes, his expression intent but not hard. "My understanding was that Miss Aneas was against your marriage to Amire?" The question is designed to clarify something he knows, perhaps, "And that she has a temper. I understand his father insulted her straight away? His son and his ..ah.. colleagues are suggesting that Miss Aneas killed him to prevent the marriage." He leaves the comment there, hanging in the air. "Is there anything else you feel we should know?"
Not having really heard Cali's last name much, Sage has to pause a moment to realize who he means. "Miss A.... Cali was for me standing up for what I wanted." She replies, "I think she would have let me go either way." She never really got the impression that Cali was fixing to solve her problems. She nods to the question about the insult right away, "Called her a harpy..." She says, not entirely pleased. Her expression shifts to anger, "I was there to say I didn't want to go through with a sham of a wedding or humiliate him by rejecting him at the altar!" She says a little heatedly, before pulling herself back a little. "Cali didn't even know I was meeting with him there... I just wanted a friend to lean on afterward." Her tone become more sedate as she finishes.
Rob listens, giving Sage a look of deep sympathy as she speaks. "I see. And now to the other matter. Miss Tirzah claims to have caused his death by the use of an air elemental...?" The question is offered with a small smile, and a lift of one eyebrow. "Now, our preliminary cause of death has Miss Aneas' bullet as the cause. Why do you think Miss Tirzah would lie?"
Drained a little by having to air her 'laundry' in this fashion, Sage looks down briefly before she looks up with a mildly startled look. She frowns faintly as she considers the possibility, "She... did?" She questions in turn, before she subsides to let the man clarify things. She takes a moment to consider this unexpected twist. "Well... Tirzah and Cali haven't gotten along well either... but... not like with... Amire's father." She comments, "She knows how much I would have liked her to get along with Cali... because..." She pauses, before realizing the question might come with her not completing the setence, "they both mean a lot to me." She looks down to avoid having any sort of overly knowing glance directed at her to her knowledge.
Rob lets her finish, his expression unchanging from the understanding one he had started with. "I see. There is a level of jealousy between them perhaps? Forgive my frankness but I must understand the dynamics before we can move on. Is Miss Cali jealous of your relationship with Miss Tirzah? Or is there something else?" He leans back in the chair. "Given they do not get along, what makes you think motivated miss Tirzah to confess?"
An odd look is given to the man by Sage when the possibility of jealousy is brought up. Her mind wandering along the path of imagining Cali being jealous of Tirzah's relationship with her. The mental images all lead to a giggle at the absurdity of it. "No... Cali's protective and Tirzah is manipulative... its a personality thing." She comments, "I don't think Cali's wanted to be anything more than a sister to me... and Tirzah..." She blushes faintly as she can't seem to voice it, and displays the silver ring on the bracelet she has. She takes a moment to settle herself, before frowning faintly. "I'm not sure why Tirzah would want to take the blame, though... I wouldn't want to lose either of them."
Rob listens thoughtfully, a flicker of amusement at the odd look and he smiles, the corners of his eyes creasing. "Well, I guess I will find out. I will be interviewing miss Tirzah shortly." He rises from the seat, indicating that the interview is over. "Thank you for the information, and if you could write down your details, I'll let you go home and rest." He moves to the door, opening it for her, a gesture of politeness.
Sage nods slightly to the man's dismissal, "You'll have to let me know if you get a clear idea..." She muses, letting a little lightness return to her emotions as it seems this part is at an end. "No problem, and of course." She says, moving to leave the room and go through the motions remaining before she can leave.
Moving into the afternoon, this has been a long silent day for Tirzah, with intervals of meals arriving, leaving, but otherwise, nothing. Finally, an officer comes to fetch her, moving from the cell she has been kept in to an interview room, with two chairs, a table and a mirror. It also has a dampening field, preventing the use of magic or psionics. There, an officer is waiting for her and offers her one of the seats before taking the other himself. "I am Rob Carslile, the officer in charge of this case. I apologise for keeping you waiting but I thought since you seem to be wasting my time, you could wait..." The abrasive comment is given in a neutral tone, with a watchful gaze on Tirzah's reaction.
Alistair is sitting in the waiting room, waiting - having finished writing up his report, he has resorted to reading a book to try and pass the time.
Tirzah shrugs looking up to the man with an impish grin. "That is your prerogative Rob. But regardless of what your investigation has told you about me it is probably best that I am in here right now." She offers in reply while she fidgets with the manacles.
Having finished her tour in the interview room, Sag emakes her way to the desk to fill out whatever information they require of her. She is hesitant to stay or leave as she isn't sure whether she'll get a glimpse of Tirzah. Soon enough, it seems time to leave as she begins to turn for the exit.
Rob returns the look steadily, before asking softly, "And why is that, miss Tirzah? My understanding is that, although you are involved with Miss Sage, you and Miss Caliopa do not see eye to eye, and there is little reason for you to seek revenge, and perhaps, instead, you should be at Miss Sage's side?" He glances at the notepad, as if to refresh his memory. "After all, I have just interviewed her, and sent her home alone..."
Alistair blinks his eyes at the commotion, looking up. "Heeee?" that figures in some way or another - what has Tirzah done now? "Oh! Miss Sage!" he says, standing up and closing his book at he goes to speak with her, glancing at Tirzah every now then, "Are you okay? That man hit you!"
A familiar voice draws her attention away from the exit as Sage pauses and turns to look in the direction of the voice. A slight empathic look coming to her features as she can only imagine what Cali being in this situation might be doing to him as well. She smiles faintly at his concern, "I'll be right as rain soon enough." She replies, before tilting her head. "And you?"
Tirzah shakes her head slightly, leaning back to clasp her hands behind her head and stretch out a bit. "Then you know nothing about me at all. This isnt about Caliopa, or any disagreement we hold. This is about Sage. My air. They touched.. MY air. They hurt her. She balances me, keeps me controlled, content, and they hit her in the back of the head with a fucking club!" She fumes, finally having something other than cell walls to express herself at. "So I'm wasting your time. My psyche protected itself by doing so, and for the time being protected them."
Alistair exhales a little, "They wouldn't even take the food I made to her. It isn't like - um. I mean, I'm okay I guess" he murmurs, glancing away for a moment, then looking back at Sage. "Why are they lying anyway? Cali didn't try to shoot the old man. I don't think she'd shoot anyone, anyway."
"I see..." Rob murmurs softly, watching the woman with interest. "So perhaps you'd like to tell me what happened , from the top?" He takes no notes, resting his hands lightly in his lap, relaxed and at ease despite the fuming woman opposite him. "And then perhaps you can catch up with miss Sage, who is currently making her way home, alone and injured..." The deliberate provocation is given without a change in expression.
Sage smiles faintly at the man, "You made food for her?" She asks softly, before nodding to when he answers the question. She takes a breath before letting it out at the next question. "Angry, hurt people need something to lash out at..." She gives a soft sigh, "Its just a mess." She adds, not feeling too pleased that she lies near the center of it.
Tirzah shurgs bringing her hands back down from the table. She looks a bit clamer from the outburst, like she needed to vent. "Alright from the top.." She pauses, thinking back to decide where to start. "We'd been seeing each other for some months before Valentines, but that was they day I told Sage what she meant to me and gave her my symbol of air for her safe keeping." She starts off carefully. "It was great for several months, until the twerp and his recently deceased father stepped in."
Rob listens in silence, a slow nod giving Tirzah encouragement to continue. His hands are resting, relaxed in his lap, the notepad untouched, his expression calm and interested, Tirzah holding his full attention. His attitude suggests they have as long as it takes.
"It is a mess, and the penalty for murder is death too" Alistair frowns, nodding his head a little. "And they aren't letting me see her either; she's probably all alone and scared there, and I bet she's feeling really bad about the old man too - I figure Cali, she's beating herself up more over than anyone else would."
Tirzah nods, continuing after a breath or two as her anger shows again. "Sage is the clan healer for the group. A revered person of wisdom. The twerp's father is one of their political leaders and has always been vying for what Sage has. It was him who arranged to schedule that Sage marry his son in the undisclosed future. As you might imagine, that does not sit well with me. But Sage assured me that if I give her time she will resolve it cleaner than I would. I agree and trusted her to do so. But now even though I have a very sketchy grasp of what happened it appears that they were ready to take additional steps."
Sage makes a face at the mention of the penalty for murder, "And, it'd be all my fault too..." She glumly mentions, frowning faintly as she lets her gaze drop a little. She gives a small sigh, "It shouldn't have happened like this..." She glances to the man, "I'm sorry." She murmurs, before shaking her head.
Rob listens in silence, leaning forward at the mention of pressure, his hands clasped on the table before him, his gaze resting on Tirzah's face. "I see." His reply is a noncommittal comment and he nods, encouraging her to continue.
Alistair shakes his head a little as well, "I suppose we have to hope that the investigator will see that it is all an accident" he frowns, and looks down for a few moments, then back at Sage, "What was it all about, anyway?" he inquires, "THat man grabbed you."
"I don't know what they told you as to why they showed up at Sage's garden with armed goons. But it is pretty clear to me That it wasn't a friendly visit. I walked in and saw Sage fall to the ground unconscious and the elder fall to the ground dead. One of the thugs was holding Caliopa and accusing her, and the authorities were being called. Now you guys have a bit of a bad rep, in part from the warning sign at the front I do believe. So i was preparing to take matters into my own hands, not expecting you guys to show up in time. But you did, and I had a shit storm of vengeance boiling away and no time to think. So I said what I did to buy me some time so I wouldn't do something stupid." Tirzah explains with forced calm.
Rob listens with a calm that is not forced as far as the casual eye can see, and the smile as she finishes is genuine. He reaches out, picking up his notepad, "Well, then you are free to go and lucky that we aren't charging you with wasting our time." He turns, opening the door to the interview room, letting Tirzah leave into the lobby with a polite nod. "Please leave your details with reception."
Tirzah shrugs rising to hold her hands forward and let the manacles be released. "I think you have a skewed perception of who is lucky." She comments simply as she waits, looking out from the interview room for the first time.
Sage nods faintly to the comment of hope, "I think I helped place doubt about the motive by telling the truth of the situation..." She comments, before she gives a slight shrug. She considers the other man briefly, before sighing faintly. It seems there'll be no end to the fluttering of her dirty laundry today. "They were setting up an arranged marriage for me... and I was hoping to save ourselves grief by saying no earlier.. but... you saw how things turned out."
Alistair nods his head again, "I told them too that Cali wouldn't shoot anyone, and she never pointed att he old man, anyway. That coward hid behind you too" he adds, "And then the thugs attacked and it just happened. I think they said that she shot him because he called her a name, but she hadn't even drawn her pistol at that time" a pause, then, "Arranged marriage? Perhaps they should have tried coming without armed thugs, or at the least, leaving them outside."
Stepping out from the interview it only takes Tirzah a second to home in on familiar faces. Immediately the sprints towards Sage to push past Alistair and take hold of her partner in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry, I had to.." She trails off, trying to explain her part in this to Sage as the tears come.
A faint nod is given tot he man's comments about his statements, before Sage considers the man's other comments. She smiles faintly at him, "We were outside..." She mentions, a faint wisp of humour in her tone. Then, her partner arrives. She raises her arms as if to fend off the other woman, upset that the other woman had taken such a chance. "Why?" She retorts, before her expression softens a little at the tears. "Why?" She repeats softly, as her hand moves to wipe away the tears that come.
"Eeeh" Alistair blinks his eyes and seems like he's about to add something, but then Tirzah pushes past, surprising him a little. He stays there for a few moments, watching them, and then he turns to walk back to his seat in the waiting room.
Tirzah looks questioningly at Sage as she is held back but does not push. Gathering herself as the tears are cleared she nods slightly. "I would have gone after him. Deep down I knew you wouldn't have it. I had to be locked up. I'm not even sure i should be free right now." She admits, her face showing some shame over her fiery thirst.
A faint frown meets the questioning look, but it doesn't contain fury like it might shoud the other woman have met her with non-chalantness. Sage considers the other woman, "The man who hit me?" She asks, hoping to clarify the desire the other woman has. She keeps Tirzah held just a little away, letting the shame show for the time being.
Tirzah nods slowly and grimaces a bit as she continues. "And the twerp. All of them. If Caliopa dies because of them. If anything they do causes you any further grief.." She trails off turning away as she shakes her head ashamed at herself. "I've held this in for too long, its too strong. You said you would fix it." She says as she looks back her expression hurt with betrayal.
A frown comes as Tirzah elaborates on the vengeance that burns within, but Sage holds her peace for the time being. She lets the other woman finish, but she applies a little pressure on the other woman by closing her hands a little tightly where they gasp. Not enough to bruise, but be noticed. "And, so you would be willing to deprive me of yourself as well..." She comments, "... abandon your faith in me..." She says, before digging out one of the earrings that was gifted to her on Valentine's. "If you need a prison..." She holds up the earring to be seen. "You will hold this every day until this is over. Whether this is all you have left or you still have me will depend on your actions." She says, giving the earring over. "It will be over soon... one way or the other." Then, she draws the other woman in a hug.
Tirzah considers the earring in her hand carefully, it is not the symbol but still the conditions are very clear. She quakes as her emotions buck over the new terms and she collapses in Sage's arms. Tightly her hand closes over the earring though and she eventually nods. "I never abandoned my faith.. I saw.. Don't let me see that again." She begs.
Holding the other woman to her, Sage seems content to let the other woman's emotions play out while her hands try to make gentle comforting motions on the other's back. "And if I make no promises, love?" She asks, before rubbing her lips gently against the other woman's neck without making it anything more than a sign of affection.
"Nothing is certain, except my need for you. I cant betray that need. I need to go home. Then I need to go out. I need to burn." Tirzah says in spurts, slowly regaining her composure. "Too much.." Her final upset words before she seems to shake it off and pull away. She walks up to the reception to leave her information.
"Do you want company later?" Sage asks softly, deciding it best not to restrain the other woman's impulses too much. She'll make no further demands on the other woman for the time being. Then, she glances around to see where Alistair has gotten off to.
Alistair is sitting in the waiting room, reading that book he brought with him. There's the bag with the food, too. Every now and then he looks up, then he tries to concentrate on the book again.
Tirzah nods to Sage as she turns from the desk. "When I come back. There's a swamp northwest several miles. That's where I'm going to let this all out." her composure looks much improved, resolute on a course of action that will grant her release.
A faint nod is given to the other woman, deciding that she wont try to place any restrictions on the release. "Until later then..." She comments, before she turns to wander over to Alistair. "You'll be staying here?" She asks softly.
Alistair looks up at Sage and stands up, "Yeah" he says, nodding. The situation is of course futile. "Maybe they'll let me see Cali in a while" he explains, tilting his head a little. "Maybe."
Sage's gaze considers the man thoughtfully, "Should I offer to stay with you?" She asks softly, figuring the rest of the day and perhaps beyond will be far from the norm anyway.
"I don't know, it might get really boring" Alistair smiles faintly, though with gratitude. "I brought a book, but talking to someone is always better I think. There's probably not much to say. Unfortunately if you were not unconscious, I think you could have helped that man. Those bafoons dug his grave."
A faint smile comes at the mention of not being much to talk about, "Probably not." Sage concedes since there doesn't seem to be much to do but worry and wait. She nods faintly to the other comment, "So it would seem." She replies, before tilting her head and purses her lips. "I'll head out in a little bit to go heal up... but, you'd be welcome to drop by Cali's apartment. Might help you feel a little closer to her than sitting here after a while."
"Oh ... thanks" says Alistair, nodding his head a little. "I might drop by for a bit if I need to, yeah" he replies and smiles, "Thank you. I really hope they let her go soon now, though."
Sage nods, "Let's hope so." She comment softly, before she steps closer to him. Unsure of what kind of gesture to offer, she rests her hands gently on the man's shoulder's. "Thanks for being good for her." She comments softly, as she gazes at him.
"Hmm?" Alistair blinks his eyes at Sage, a little surprised at the statement. "Oh ... well sure, she is my better half after all" he smiles, blushing for a few moments at least.
"Obviously..." Sage comments with humour after the second comment, before she settles into a chair to sit down. She'll spend a little time here thinking things over, keeping the man a little company, and gathering herself for the coming storm. Once she's ready, she'll likely head off for the comfort of privacy.
"Hm ... I think I will go to the hospital" says Alistair, perhaps to no one in particular - then he looks around to see if Sage is still there with him. Sometimes he can concentrate on a book just a bit too much.
