Post by The Imfamous AKA on Nov 2, 2007 17:30:21 GMT -5
FYI, since this plot has already been started on aim, please don't post unless you ask first!
Fala: She's sitting in the questioning room, to the left and behind her Grandpa ((I love the Grandpa!)). "Bring him in."
man: right sir!
a growling noise is heard as they pusha man foward (sorry) . he is bound and shackled and the push him to his knees before her.
Fire:he looks away indignantly
man: the kalente dog has killed at least 50 of our men along with other assassinations for these crimes, we bring him to you, leaders.
Fala: "Oh, a feisty one. Shall I handle this, Sir, or would you prefer to?" She looks at her Grandpa. "I think you can handle this one, Fala"
Fire: hm!
Fala:"Wonderful." She stands, and moves in front of him. "You've just heard what yo stand accused of, I'll not bother to repeat it. How do you plead?"
Fire: the smirks up at her, "what? you think i'd deny such an honor?"
Fala:"The honor of pleading at my feet like a common criminal? I wouldn't dream of it." She backs up a few steps, then sinks to his level, and says, quietly enough for him but not the Grandpa to hear, "I tolerate Kalitentes, but not when they openly attack my family. You have two options. Plead guilty, and I can make them be lenient, or die, here and now."
Fire: "Is it really any different? I've already said that I'm not going to deny it. Yes, i've killed them. They were my orders. Surely you too have men sent out to kill my clan members--or are you No-micitoris far above that? That we are just dying from a 'celestial justice?'
Fala:She laughs, and rises. "Celestial justice? What a riot. No one can deny either clan of attacks on the other. But what I'm asking is not whether or not you killed them. I'm sure of that. What I'm asking is, are you hiding behind that flimsy excuse of following orders, or are you going to take account for it?"
Fire: is there a difference? and if you couldn't tell, when i said 'celestial justice' i was being sarcastic. but yes, in any case. i am guilty to both charges. to following my orders and to killing your men. like i said--they are not different.
Fala:"I got that. And of course there's a difference. It all hinges on one very important trait."
Fire: oh really? do enlighten me.
Fala: "Loyalty. Simple as that. What I want to know is, did you kill them because you were told to, or did you enjoy it? Would you have killed them had you met them on the street?"
Fire: hmmm--your asking pretty abstract things for this supposedly being a trial. once again, does it matter what i say? in the end, it won't matter--you'll still believe what ever pre-biased conception you have of me. you've judged me from the moment i walked throught the door. and i know that. perhaps you only want to give the air of being a fair and just leader, so some idiotic bard can sing of your greatness in years to come
Fala:"You have no idea of my perceptions. If I had judged you when you walked tghrough that door, you'd be dead already. I'd still be praised, because anyone who kills 'Kaliente scum' is praised. And, yes, it is an abstract question. But I expect an honest answer as though it was the most clear-cut thing in the world."
Fire: Well then, no. i take pleasure in fighting--but ot per say, killing. i owuld have fougt with them had we met on the stree, but i killed them since they were my orders. are you happy now?
Fala: She smiles. "Very." Turning away from him, to the guads flanking the bathroom, she mutters something in one's ear. He looks mildly surprised, but nods. She turns back to Fire. "Bye, now." The two guards rise and pull him from the room.
Fire: fire glares, not happy that he hasn't even heard his own sentence. after all, it puts him a position of weakness--if for whatever reason, he's been deemed innocent, the guards still upset, could still torture him and claim they 'were orders'. they'd get in trouble though--but he's seen what people do for revenge. oh well. it doesn't really matter. or at least it won't once he escapes. how foolish was he to get caught in the first place!
Fala: The two gaurds roughly drag him though a labrynth of halls, going down to obviously, the dungeon. They throw him into the first cell, (all are unoccupied) and they glare at him as the slam the door shut, locking it in place. They then leave him to his thoughts.
Fire: fire sighs. finally, some alone time. does he feel guilty? no. not really. as hearltess as that may seem, this is what he was raised to do. hungry? quite possibly. he knew he should have eaten before the mission. he usually does. but this time he was in a rush? why? who knows--but this is where it landed him. dammit! one day you slip up and the rest of your life is down the gutter. not like he'd have a very long life anyways. only 28 years left of natural life. oh well. less that half he had expected. maybe he'll get reincarnated in a nicer place.
Fala: After a few hours of solitude, there are voices at the top of the stairs to the dungeons. "Are you sure this is wise?" says a male voice. "No. If I was sure, we'd be doind this somewhere mush less foreboding than the dungeons. But you agreed, and this is the only foreseeable option." Obviously Fala. "Alright. If you think you can handle it, I'd prefer not to be here." "Go on, then. I'm not my mother."
Fire: fire was lightly sleeping, but he quickly wakes. he doesn't bother moving though....after all, he did just wake up, he's still a little sleepy
Fala:She enters alone, the man already gone. She sits down lightly on the bench near his cell, meant for the guards, who didn't bother to watch him. She watches him casually until he reacts.
Fire: he blinks, starign up at her. he says nothing but watches with almost a 'young-seeming' curiousity.
Fala: She raises an eyebrow. "I can assume you weren't expecting imprisonment as one of the options? Death or death, right?"
Fire: how long do you intend to keep me here anyways? i think i prefer the death or death. *looking away in a pissy sort of way*
Fala: She ignores his first question. "Death or death seems so... limited. DOn't see this as a punishment. Think of it as a motivator. You'll stay here until you agree to cooperate."
Fire: cooperate with the likes of you? ha! i don't even need to know what bribes you intend to give me. i will not, shall not help you in anything you want!
Fala: "No bribes. And before you ask, I don't want you to spy on them for me. I have much more reliable sources than you." She looks casually at her nails. "I just want to make sure that you won't betray what little of our home you've seen when I let you go."
Fire: oh? you're going to let me go? that's a good one. alright. i'll humor you. what am i to do? are you gong to mentally torture me? make sure i'll never speak again?
Fala: "No. I just want to impress upon you the consequences if you do to tell anyone." She rises, and leans on the bars next to him. "And there would be consequences."
Fire: ok...sure. well. one way or another--i really haven' "seen" much anyways. i'm sure what i have see, my clan already knows.
Fala:"Ah, yes. What they already know. Much of which, I do believe, came from an informant who goes by the name of Laine? The daughter of one of your high ranking assassins?" The information is accurate. "Who never revealed her sources and hasn't given a report in a few months, presumed dead?"
Fire:Fire shrugs, "How should I know? I'm just an assassin. The upprs don't inform me of their knowledge and plans. I just carry out orders. that way, if any of us get captured, there isn't anything to tell."
Fala: She's sitting in the questioning room, to the left and behind her Grandpa ((I love the Grandpa!)). "Bring him in."
man: right sir!
a growling noise is heard as they pusha man foward (sorry) . he is bound and shackled and the push him to his knees before her.
Fire:he looks away indignantly
man: the kalente dog has killed at least 50 of our men along with other assassinations for these crimes, we bring him to you, leaders.
Fala: "Oh, a feisty one. Shall I handle this, Sir, or would you prefer to?" She looks at her Grandpa. "I think you can handle this one, Fala"
Fire: hm!
Fala:"Wonderful." She stands, and moves in front of him. "You've just heard what yo stand accused of, I'll not bother to repeat it. How do you plead?"
Fire: the smirks up at her, "what? you think i'd deny such an honor?"
Fala:"The honor of pleading at my feet like a common criminal? I wouldn't dream of it." She backs up a few steps, then sinks to his level, and says, quietly enough for him but not the Grandpa to hear, "I tolerate Kalitentes, but not when they openly attack my family. You have two options. Plead guilty, and I can make them be lenient, or die, here and now."
Fire: "Is it really any different? I've already said that I'm not going to deny it. Yes, i've killed them. They were my orders. Surely you too have men sent out to kill my clan members--or are you No-micitoris far above that? That we are just dying from a 'celestial justice?'
Fala:She laughs, and rises. "Celestial justice? What a riot. No one can deny either clan of attacks on the other. But what I'm asking is not whether or not you killed them. I'm sure of that. What I'm asking is, are you hiding behind that flimsy excuse of following orders, or are you going to take account for it?"
Fire: is there a difference? and if you couldn't tell, when i said 'celestial justice' i was being sarcastic. but yes, in any case. i am guilty to both charges. to following my orders and to killing your men. like i said--they are not different.
Fala:"I got that. And of course there's a difference. It all hinges on one very important trait."
Fire: oh really? do enlighten me.
Fala: "Loyalty. Simple as that. What I want to know is, did you kill them because you were told to, or did you enjoy it? Would you have killed them had you met them on the street?"
Fire: hmmm--your asking pretty abstract things for this supposedly being a trial. once again, does it matter what i say? in the end, it won't matter--you'll still believe what ever pre-biased conception you have of me. you've judged me from the moment i walked throught the door. and i know that. perhaps you only want to give the air of being a fair and just leader, so some idiotic bard can sing of your greatness in years to come
Fala:"You have no idea of my perceptions. If I had judged you when you walked tghrough that door, you'd be dead already. I'd still be praised, because anyone who kills 'Kaliente scum' is praised. And, yes, it is an abstract question. But I expect an honest answer as though it was the most clear-cut thing in the world."
Fire: Well then, no. i take pleasure in fighting--but ot per say, killing. i owuld have fougt with them had we met on the stree, but i killed them since they were my orders. are you happy now?
Fala: She smiles. "Very." Turning away from him, to the guads flanking the bathroom, she mutters something in one's ear. He looks mildly surprised, but nods. She turns back to Fire. "Bye, now." The two guards rise and pull him from the room.
Fire: fire glares, not happy that he hasn't even heard his own sentence. after all, it puts him a position of weakness--if for whatever reason, he's been deemed innocent, the guards still upset, could still torture him and claim they 'were orders'. they'd get in trouble though--but he's seen what people do for revenge. oh well. it doesn't really matter. or at least it won't once he escapes. how foolish was he to get caught in the first place!
Fala: The two gaurds roughly drag him though a labrynth of halls, going down to obviously, the dungeon. They throw him into the first cell, (all are unoccupied) and they glare at him as the slam the door shut, locking it in place. They then leave him to his thoughts.
Fire: fire sighs. finally, some alone time. does he feel guilty? no. not really. as hearltess as that may seem, this is what he was raised to do. hungry? quite possibly. he knew he should have eaten before the mission. he usually does. but this time he was in a rush? why? who knows--but this is where it landed him. dammit! one day you slip up and the rest of your life is down the gutter. not like he'd have a very long life anyways. only 28 years left of natural life. oh well. less that half he had expected. maybe he'll get reincarnated in a nicer place.
Fala: After a few hours of solitude, there are voices at the top of the stairs to the dungeons. "Are you sure this is wise?" says a male voice. "No. If I was sure, we'd be doind this somewhere mush less foreboding than the dungeons. But you agreed, and this is the only foreseeable option." Obviously Fala. "Alright. If you think you can handle it, I'd prefer not to be here." "Go on, then. I'm not my mother."
Fire: fire was lightly sleeping, but he quickly wakes. he doesn't bother moving though....after all, he did just wake up, he's still a little sleepy
Fala:She enters alone, the man already gone. She sits down lightly on the bench near his cell, meant for the guards, who didn't bother to watch him. She watches him casually until he reacts.
Fire: he blinks, starign up at her. he says nothing but watches with almost a 'young-seeming' curiousity.
Fala: She raises an eyebrow. "I can assume you weren't expecting imprisonment as one of the options? Death or death, right?"
Fire: how long do you intend to keep me here anyways? i think i prefer the death or death. *looking away in a pissy sort of way*
Fala: She ignores his first question. "Death or death seems so... limited. DOn't see this as a punishment. Think of it as a motivator. You'll stay here until you agree to cooperate."
Fire: cooperate with the likes of you? ha! i don't even need to know what bribes you intend to give me. i will not, shall not help you in anything you want!
Fala: "No bribes. And before you ask, I don't want you to spy on them for me. I have much more reliable sources than you." She looks casually at her nails. "I just want to make sure that you won't betray what little of our home you've seen when I let you go."
Fire: oh? you're going to let me go? that's a good one. alright. i'll humor you. what am i to do? are you gong to mentally torture me? make sure i'll never speak again?
Fala: "No. I just want to impress upon you the consequences if you do to tell anyone." She rises, and leans on the bars next to him. "And there would be consequences."
Fire: ok...sure. well. one way or another--i really haven' "seen" much anyways. i'm sure what i have see, my clan already knows.
Fala:"Ah, yes. What they already know. Much of which, I do believe, came from an informant who goes by the name of Laine? The daughter of one of your high ranking assassins?" The information is accurate. "Who never revealed her sources and hasn't given a report in a few months, presumed dead?"
Fire:Fire shrugs, "How should I know? I'm just an assassin. The upprs don't inform me of their knowledge and plans. I just carry out orders. that way, if any of us get captured, there isn't anything to tell."