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Post by john on Jun 3, 2008 20:48:59 GMT -5
"Right. A weapon is your honor, after all."
He holds his hand out for the spear.
"Don't disappear into the dark, eh?"
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Post by Stix on Jun 5, 2008 10:09:11 GMT -5
"Yeah. Guess I am. For now. Still. I don't think... er... well, yeah." He deflates like a blowfish that was knifed by an expert chef, and looks vaguely annoyed, not realizing someone used magical abilities to tamp down his willingness to commit acts of extreme mayhem. " Your compliance is appreciated, citizen." The female officer -- armored in light scale as opposed to the reinforced mail or light plate of the better-armed patrolmen -- smiles warmly to John, happy to have convinced him to be peaceable. “ Thank-you, cutter,” Hadrian offers a nod of admiration towards John. “ But I’ll be alright. I’ll tell you what though, cutter, if you’ll hold on to my spear until the Hardheads release me I’ll be sure to reimburse you for your trouble. I don’t trust them not to ‘lose’ it while I’m in their custody.” Beris chuckles under his breath. " He takes us for thieves!" he says with humorous incredulity to his fellow patrolmen, clapping the manacles on Hadrian's wrists. The restraints contract to fit like custom-made bracers. " This one's a true barmy!" he says to the listeners nearby, trying not to draw more attention to the goings-on (though a full third of the crowd is watching in silence). " He thinks the law will defy itself to steal from him, commits a misdemeanor, calls the law powerless, and demands to be arrested, then gets piked off when we do as he asked!" The half-planetar looks to the same female officer, who had been casting a short divination and looking Hadrian over. With a particular eye on the spear, she concentrates for a moment before giving an approving nod. In reply, Beris divests the shackled Bleaker of his weapon, offering it to John offhanded as he addresses the first patrol. " Take him to a holding cell. I'll deal with the reports once I've returned to the Barracks." “ Ladies and gentlemen of Sigil. You all bear witness to my arrest for the crime of speaking my mind in a place of privileged speech. I go willingly, and let no man say otherwise. I place myself in your custody, master Onea. I wonder though, is Sura Ekness in attendance? If it please you, I’d like one last word before you remove me.” " The less you say in custody, the better." The venom is gone from his voice; Beris has neither fear nor contempt of Hadrian now that he's in chains. It's hard to say for certain whether the statement is intended as a command or legal advice. " He's a spellslinger," says the female officer, unbuckling and confiscating his pack. " Gag him?" Beris stays the others with a dismissive signal. " That won't be necessary. This is only a misdemeanor, and I don't believe he intends to add 'resisting arrest' to his charge." His gaze lingers on Hadrian's eyes for the space of a brief pause. " If the prisoner's request stands, it would be right to notify the owner as such." He leaves it for the Bleaker to decide, turning back to look over the crowd and to the podium. ***** Sura Ekness, the pleasant and regal Guvner proprietress, chats with Wraith on the stage as the crowd continues most of its activity and banter. (Since her attention is drawn to the opposite end of the large and crowded room, Wraith will need a DC 15 Spot check to notice the goings-on with Hadrian.)" Please avoid subject matter that you feel would be too inflammatory," she requests, smoothing her gleaming silver robe. " Identify yourself by name and faction affiliation when you take the podium; I'll signal you to bring your argument to a close when time runs short." She gestures to the central pulpit with a wave of her coffee-colored hand. " Begin when you are ready."
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Post by exile on Jun 5, 2008 13:35:04 GMT -5
"Piked off? Oh no, you mistake me, my friend," Hadrian responds calmly. "What better way to show the crowd how the Harmonium abides criticism and silences its opposition. I'll remind you that this was a debate you initiated, master Onea. But, I can see that Madam Ekness is indisposed at the moment, so by all means, take me away gentlemen."
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Post by john on Jun 5, 2008 21:30:40 GMT -5
John holds the spear thoughtfully and says, "I'll keep this at the hall of records. Nobody'll question it there. Just assume it's another thing I got as a result of tax defaults." He spares a look at Hadrian and says, "I don't quite know where the profit is in this for you. You'll have to explain it later in great detail." He stands again, and unless the Harmonium bars his path for a reason, is on his way for real, this time, waiting for Hadrian at the Hall of Records with his spear.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jun 9, 2008 22:22:43 GMT -5
(Since her attention is drawn to the opposite end of the large and crowded room, Wraith will need a DC 15 Spot check to notice the goings-on with Hadrian.) Not a problem. I'll post my Spot check first *fingers crossed* I'll reply back ic as soon as I think up something good and appropriate for the situation. Spot [DC 15] [dice=20] +5[rand=442244396233044929742300324161297079239194382654868446852271546369]
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jun 11, 2008 2:47:57 GMT -5
Sura Ekness, the pleasant and regal Guvner proprietress, chats with Wraith on the stage as the crowd continues most of its activity and banter. " Please avoid subject matter that you feel would be too inflammatory," she requests, smoothing her gleaming silver robe. " Identify yourself by name and faction affiliation when you take the podium; I'll signal you to bring your argument to a close when time runs short." She gestures to the central pulpit with a wave of her coffee-colored hand. " Begin when you are ready." Wraith bows her head politely. "Of course, my lady. My intention isn't to incite these people to riot, or worse. Merely to inform them of the danger they've ignored." She smooths the crinkles from her wimple, and calms herself with a deep breath. Now that she was up here, prepared to take a stand against Ridnir Tetch and others like him, she was suddenly afraid; afraid that no one would take her seriously, afraid they'd accuse her of slandering a "good" man's name, or worse. It was most likely that the former would be the outcome. Her obvious heritage, her contrary ideals, and the faction colors she still wore, painted her as untrustworthy in these people's eyes. And what if Marrak or another of the Cult was in attendence today? They'd see her here, making a public spectacle of herself, and if Hilathic's warnings were true - she was certain they were - they'd do all in their power to drag her down. All it would take is a few well-placed inflammatory words... With the Harmonium still around, she was sure that any accusations from an upstanding member of the community, would give them good reason to arrest her. She was a tiefling, after all, and tieflings were scapegoats for just about all of the cage's ills. Beris Onea had given her the impression of a singleminded despot, determined to perform his duties a bit too eagerly. Wraith tensed, quickly scanning the crowd for any individual who might be watching her a bit too carefully. Realising that perhaps she is being a bit paranoid - it was stage fright, and nothing more - she takes another deep breath, deciding it was now, or never. "I am Sister Uathach of the Dustmen, my lady." She says humbly. "I am ready to begin." Wraith bows to Sura again, and makes her way to the podium. It was like being on stage, preparing for a performance, really. And with that foremost in her mind, she turns and faces the crowd... [ooc: I'll post Wraith's speach tomorrow. It'll give me some time to think up something good tonight. ]
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Post by Stix on Jun 20, 2008 14:33:19 GMT -5
"I'm sorry this ended in criminal activity, Hadrian." Beris lets out a slight sigh and shakes his head, looking toward the stage and again taking a seat on the bench. Hadrian is seized by an officer on each arm and marched toward the door; a third Hardhead with a mancatcher tromps along behind.
From the stage, Wraith can make out a trio of Harmonium officers walking toward the rightmost exit with someone in custody, but the bulk of their armor obscures his identity.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 18, 2008 11:20:03 GMT -5
I wonder who they're carting off this time. Wraith muses to herself, watching the Hardheads escorting the nameless man away. Shrugging her shoulders to alleviate the tension building up there, she thinks no more of it; and begins her speach. "Good citizens of Sigil, I come before you not to preach, nor to sway your way of thinking, but to speak of an individual evil." She pauses, letting her gaze swing over the sea of faces. Spying Beris amongst them, she spares a polite nod for the Aasimar. If only Hilathic were here, to hear me speak... She sighs. "I speak of a man I addressed before; Ridnir Tetch. Now, unless a good number of you have chanced to read the good Lady Jeana Ealy's work, In Darkest Sigil, I doubt you would've even heard of him. How fortunate, or convenient, for you that you can sleep well at night, not knowing of his deeds." She speaks with deliberate slowness and a hint of iron in her voice, drawing out the words as though they were a curse. "So I will enlighten you now:
Ridnir Tetch runs the squallid hell-hole named The Weary Spirit Infirmary. He has his aides post deceptively attractive flyers, mostly in the outer fringes of the Lower Ward and the Hive, where very few can afford adequate health care. Proclamations of free medical attention, beds and meals is an offer the desperate and the poor will not refuse." Wraith's steady gaze fixes upon the crowd. "Would you send your sick mother or child to him if you were short on jink, and knew what he was capable of?" She asks no one in particular, in a determined tone. "I think not.
Herein lies the problem: ignorance. Too few know of him, and too few care, so he toils away, day and night, cutting, drilling, electrocuting and dismembering the living to further medical science. He and others like him make a mockery out of honest anatomical knowledge, intended to aid the living; not harm them.
But, why should you care, when these horrors take place in the Hive? Why should you care, when it's not your problem? I say you should, before it becomes your problem, or the problem of someone you love." Wraith deliberately chooses colourful words, strong enough to create a vivid image in the listeners' minds. I can only hope this doesn't incite them to riot. The last thing I want to do is spark off another witch-hunt..."Again I ask: would you send your sick mother or child to this man, now that you have been made aware of his actions? I think not. So why should others less fortunate than you be allowed to suffer needlessly?"ooc: I apologise for the lengthy delay. I wanted to wait until I got internet at home, so I could have more time to consider my response.
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