Post by Situation on Dec 10, 2008 15:44:37 GMT -5
Captain Ames listens to the Constable's report with a smug grin on his face, not even looking away from his usual cup of coffee long enough to establish eye contact. "So the sorceress is indeed still on the case. She's turning into quite the thorn in our side isn't she. And who are the others?"
The constable bites his lip, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. "Last I heard, there are two groups. One remained here, and the other is in Dali gathering information. The Shadesang fellow went with her, along with the sharpshooter we hired, and a woman they met up with in Dollet; fiery redhead who goes by Eva."
"Eva Natsuki no doubt. And what of those who remained here?"
"The boy, Oliver is hiding them in his flat. That gypsy who just blew into town is using his show as a cover for their investigation. There's a rowdy teenager with them, along with a blond young man named Kenny, and a little blue eyed girl."
Ames' attention is actually caught by this last statement enough to grace his associate by looking at him for the first time. "Was there anything unusual about this girl? Did you notice her ears?"
The constable looks confused by this line of questioning, but tries to recall the details. "Didn't see them come to think of it. She kept 'em in her little wool cap. She's a cute little thing though."
"I see. Anything else to report?"
"Nothing comes to mind."
"Are you sure?"
The constable looks away again and nods, unable to speak through his guilt anymore.
Captain Ames smiles and raises his cup again. "There now. You see how much easier things are when you remember who manages your pension?"
"You gonna arrest them?"
"Not just yet. Lets see where this leads us shall we?"
"Sir, they're good people. I think they mean well, and the sorceress really isn't concerned with anything besides the boy. Can't we just leave them be? They have nothing to go on."
Ames ignores him and gets out of his seat, turning his back to stare thoughtfully at the painting behind him. It's a painting of Loci engaging in battle with his nemesis Randi the Angel of Life. Resting just below the painting on a filing cabinet is a large leather bound book. The title reads in great gold letters; The True Story of Gaea’s Gilded Age: An Unabridged History written by “Dr. Sergio O. Rasputin”. He runs his fingers over the casing as he starts talking again.
"Constable, did you know that today is the Festival of St. Stephen? It's a hallowed day for the wretched little urchins of the Crest. They say it's a day to honor their fallen heroes. That word... its meaning seems to change from time to time. Some are revered and immortalized through history after being martyred like the great Infinity Paige and the legendary Crohan Mechanly, and some are trampled underfoot and forgotten, or remembered better as villains like Loci the Fallen Angel, or Natalia the Demon Witch. And still some are remembered the same way as the martyrs, and live long enough to reap the political benefits of their exploits, like the legendary Rainii Loire. Have you ever wondered what it's like Constable? To have your name remembered and talked about through history, standing against the passage of time? It's something countless men would lay down their lives for, and for so many of them, it shall forever remain a dream. But you and I have been presented with this rare opportunity, to go down in the textbooks as some of the greatest minds of our time. The ones who outwitted and captured the notorious Autumn Harvester. Play your cards right, and you shall know this reward." He turns around to face the Constable again. "Make your choice Constable. What will it be? A section in the history books, or a footnote in the obituaries?" He takes his seat again and returns his attention to the files laying open on his desk, and his seemingly endless cup of coffee. "You may go now. Do say hello to the misses for me."
"Aye Sir." The constable takes his leave, wrestling with his guilty conscience. He liked Lillith and the others, but he had a wife and kid to feed. It was nothing personal, just business... no this was politics now. "Sorry Lillith." he mutters to himself before making his way out of the office and into the cold streets of Lindblum, which is now covered in the puddles created by the ice that wasn't cold enough to stick.
Meanwhile, back inside the office, Ames reaches for the phone on his desk and dials a number. "Yes Ames here. Put me through to Dali.... the inn..... don't be incompetent, there's only one inn." The line goes silent for awhile until the line is put through. "Yes good evening. Captain Armand William Ames of the Lindblum police force speaking. There's a little matter concerning your guests right now that requires your cooperation."
The constable bites his lip, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. "Last I heard, there are two groups. One remained here, and the other is in Dali gathering information. The Shadesang fellow went with her, along with the sharpshooter we hired, and a woman they met up with in Dollet; fiery redhead who goes by Eva."
"Eva Natsuki no doubt. And what of those who remained here?"
"The boy, Oliver is hiding them in his flat. That gypsy who just blew into town is using his show as a cover for their investigation. There's a rowdy teenager with them, along with a blond young man named Kenny, and a little blue eyed girl."
Ames' attention is actually caught by this last statement enough to grace his associate by looking at him for the first time. "Was there anything unusual about this girl? Did you notice her ears?"
The constable looks confused by this line of questioning, but tries to recall the details. "Didn't see them come to think of it. She kept 'em in her little wool cap. She's a cute little thing though."
"I see. Anything else to report?"
"Nothing comes to mind."
"Are you sure?"
The constable looks away again and nods, unable to speak through his guilt anymore.
Captain Ames smiles and raises his cup again. "There now. You see how much easier things are when you remember who manages your pension?"
"You gonna arrest them?"
"Not just yet. Lets see where this leads us shall we?"
"Sir, they're good people. I think they mean well, and the sorceress really isn't concerned with anything besides the boy. Can't we just leave them be? They have nothing to go on."
Ames ignores him and gets out of his seat, turning his back to stare thoughtfully at the painting behind him. It's a painting of Loci engaging in battle with his nemesis Randi the Angel of Life. Resting just below the painting on a filing cabinet is a large leather bound book. The title reads in great gold letters; The True Story of Gaea’s Gilded Age: An Unabridged History written by “Dr. Sergio O. Rasputin”. He runs his fingers over the casing as he starts talking again.
"Constable, did you know that today is the Festival of St. Stephen? It's a hallowed day for the wretched little urchins of the Crest. They say it's a day to honor their fallen heroes. That word... its meaning seems to change from time to time. Some are revered and immortalized through history after being martyred like the great Infinity Paige and the legendary Crohan Mechanly, and some are trampled underfoot and forgotten, or remembered better as villains like Loci the Fallen Angel, or Natalia the Demon Witch. And still some are remembered the same way as the martyrs, and live long enough to reap the political benefits of their exploits, like the legendary Rainii Loire. Have you ever wondered what it's like Constable? To have your name remembered and talked about through history, standing against the passage of time? It's something countless men would lay down their lives for, and for so many of them, it shall forever remain a dream. But you and I have been presented with this rare opportunity, to go down in the textbooks as some of the greatest minds of our time. The ones who outwitted and captured the notorious Autumn Harvester. Play your cards right, and you shall know this reward." He turns around to face the Constable again. "Make your choice Constable. What will it be? A section in the history books, or a footnote in the obituaries?" He takes his seat again and returns his attention to the files laying open on his desk, and his seemingly endless cup of coffee. "You may go now. Do say hello to the misses for me."
"Aye Sir." The constable takes his leave, wrestling with his guilty conscience. He liked Lillith and the others, but he had a wife and kid to feed. It was nothing personal, just business... no this was politics now. "Sorry Lillith." he mutters to himself before making his way out of the office and into the cold streets of Lindblum, which is now covered in the puddles created by the ice that wasn't cold enough to stick.
Meanwhile, back inside the office, Ames reaches for the phone on his desk and dials a number. "Yes Ames here. Put me through to Dali.... the inn..... don't be incompetent, there's only one inn." The line goes silent for awhile until the line is put through. "Yes good evening. Captain Armand William Ames of the Lindblum police force speaking. There's a little matter concerning your guests right now that requires your cooperation."