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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:03 pm
Suddenly, there was no more time to discuss it. A squad of men and women in blue, armed with clubs, guns, and tasers (some means of subduing never go out of style) appeared, and it was obvious from the way they targeted Svarlena that they recognized her jacket instantly.
One stepped to the side and addressed Syx. "Thank you for the call, Marshal. We'll be taking her into custody immediately and interrogating for critical information on this attack. Do you know of any medical or psychological issues we should be aware of?"
The other six surrounded Svarlena and subtly shoved Eric out of the way. Politely, of course, since he was not the criminal they had come for and had obviously been the one to take her down. Two rolled her on her back and placed her hands in stasis-cuffs over her stomach, so she would not be able to free herself easily when she awoke.
"Stretcher?" one of the women asked her fellow cops.
"Nah. She's not heavy, and we didn't expect to need it." The man who replied shrugged.
"Eh. Still, Kore's dangerous. She'll have tricks."
"So don't take a leg, if you're so worried..."
The woman who'd spoken glared, but ended up taking Svarlena's head. Together, five of the cops picked her up to carry while the sixth kept an eye out and half watched the ground so the others wouldn't trip on anything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:08 pm
Hattie sighed heavily, shaking her head. "How did this become such a mess... s**t, if I die, just shoot me into space." She jumped aside as the feds showed up. "I don't give a damn who comes, we just need to lay her to rest." She looked at Syx. "But I'd appreciate the help, Syx. We could bury her on Terra."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:26 pm
((I'm gone for a few hours.. damn, I was actually gonna have the folks at the bar get up and pick a fight with Svarlena. She's spoutin how earth sucks, they'da been pissed. But this works well enough as well.))
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:35 pm
Arch the Angel ((I'm gone for a few hours.. damn, I was actually gonna have the folks at the bar get up and pick a fight with Svarlena. She's spoutin how earth sucks, they'da been pissed. But this works well enough as well.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 2:12 am
Syx stepped aside as the police took away Svarly. She gently brushed off her hands on the front of her pants as if dusting away responsibility of the matter. "Sure, Hattie. I'll help." She tossed around the comm a moment, before glancing at Eric, "you want me to give it to him, or do you want to do it?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 6:35 am
Eric shot Hattie a filthy look.
"Pen stays until Jarred decides. No one takes her anywhere else."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 1:09 pm
"Until Jarred decides what exactly?" Syx asked, flipping the recording device around in her hand. "We should probably pay a visit to the big guy, before he passes out, if he's not passed out already of course."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 5:31 pm
Jarred had arrived at his penthouse, throwing everyone out, including the help. He made his way quickly to his private bar, practically falling onto it as he snatched up a random bottle, unplugging it and downing half of it. Within ten minutes, the bottle was gone, and he had moved onto another, his shoulders hunched over the bar.
>Jarred, if you continue at this pace, you're going to pass out, and doing so will only lead to you vomiting everywhere and making a mess< Sara appeared on the bar, leaning against the ******** it. Then ahl make a messss be damned." He swatted at her, succeeding in only knocking down the bottle. He quickly replaced it.
Sara sighed. >Then at least see to your affairs befo<
"Cancel everything with a curse and a complimentary empty bottle of booze." Jarred intterupted her, taking a steady pull from his new bottle.
>At your rate of consumption, it will be simply done. General Patterson would like to speak with you about the war. He's ask<
"I. Don't. Care." Jarred sent the bottle flying at her projection this time, with the same result of him grabbing behind the bar for another bottle. "Give 'em whuteverr they wahntuh. ******** 'em." Jarred brought the bottle up to his lips, his eyes rolling back, and fell off the bar, passed out.
Sara checked her wrist. >Beat your previous record, sir<, shrugged, and disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 10:14 pm
Syx arrived at Jarred's building and made her way inside, heading towards the elevator to take her up to the penthouse. She kept fiddling with the recording device as she walked, accidentally pushing play at one point, Pen's voice briefly echoing through the building. She turned it off quickly again, as she got into the elevator. She assumed Jarred was going to be passed out, but a passed out Jarred might be easier to reason with, so she wasn't altogether bothered.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 1:06 pm
((I made it to Florida. >.< Could someone text me when I need to post? I may not always have net connection but I don't want to be left out, either.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:12 am
Eric had followed her to the elevator, more so to tell Jarred he was taking matters over while Jarred was otherwise incapacitated. He wasn't greatly relishing the idea of telling Jarred this... But someone had to, ad Jarred wasn't in the best of shape.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 11:28 am
The elevator stopped three floors short of the penthouse with a 'ding'. The doors opened, revealing a tall man with a short gray beard. He stood confidently, expecting them as the doors opened. He wore a long, dark brown coat, devoid of any real markings save for the shoulders, each of which bore the same symbol in a row, five times.
"Mr. Chase, Ms ((can't remember Syx's last name)). I'm going to have to kindly ask you to stop what you're doing."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:02 pm
((I think it was McClairy But I can't remember for sure either.)
Syx looked at the man, her arms crossing over her chest. Her grey eyes were a slight bit cool, though she kept herself in check. "Though I respect the politeness of your request, it could use a bit of elaboration as to why, an' an added bonus of who you are."
Her fingers tapped gently against her arm, "If this is just another of Jarred's attempts to ostracize himself from friends, it's likely not going to slide. For one I've got something he probly wants. An' also, though I feel for the man, he said himself he was fighting this war for more than just Pen, which means he's still got a part to play."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 2:59 pm
((Her journal is still posted on the guild Home page, for easy reference... whee ))
The cops took Svarlena to the nearest station, attached her handcuffs to an interrogation chair in the traditional one-way-glassed room, and left her there to await the arrival of a military investigator.
However, Svarlena was moved somewhere very different before anyone arrived to talk to her.
She woke up on a simple cot, with bandages on her head and a numbness in her hands. Sitting next to her was a rather effeminate man with lavender hair and a look of curiosity.
"Good morning, Ms. Pendari."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 3:11 pm
((>.> oops, never thought about that.))
Svarly's eyes blinked a few times before she focused on the man with lavender hair. "Where am I?" She asked, trying to pull herself up to a sitting position.
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