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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:22:01 GMT -8
((For Chase and then Sarah's NPC))
Saturday, October 16, 2010
8 a.m.
It was for sake of progress that Trevor had even bothered to come to the prison, or so he had assurred Evie. He had promised her that this person who was part of the anti-slavery group would be released and that he would be made instrumental in his plans to abolish the thing. But hey, for six long months they had evaded capture, and he was going to enjoy this. However, he was going to play this good guard, bad guard. It was easiest. And he had the perfect excuse to give Downing for why he needed to let him go or for any of his actions. He'd rather capture the whole instead of simply one. Besides, he was curious to see what would happen, if SAVIOR would allie itself with his efforts for sake of survival or not. Ultimately, he doubted it, in which he would have the time of death modified and say he was dead before he arrived. It wasn't so hard to do--especially when he'd asked Chase in response to his letter about it yesterday that he wanted to keep this a private matter with few people aware of it. So, he was hopefully open for either option in his mind--explaining away the death and using the Imperius.
Walking down past the cells of the recently brought in and heading towards the interrogation room, he received a variety of reactions. Some were obviously quite troubled and well over the brink of insanity and should perhaps be in Mungo's, but they had Ike, so perhaps his methods would work on them. This way was more secure about visitors. And yet others were obviously completely with it, merely hated him. The things they were promising him would have disturbed him if he chose to pay them mind and neglect to remember his past and what he was capable of himself. What it amounted to was that they were a bunch of wannabe losers who weren't capable of adjusting to the new government or starting a resistance group. To think some of these fools could have made it into any resistance group was a bit unnerving, but it was possible, and he knew it.
He straightened the black tie that was behind his black robes as he finally reached the interrogation room, knocking on the door. He wasn't certain if Chase was here, but in his quick look over the office, he'd only spotted Bristow doing paperwork. It was possible he was in a part of it he hadn't seen, but whatever. If he didn't answer, then he would simply have to go back up front. It was no real problem. He had two legs that could walk and ears that could tune out those in holding cells if needed. Downing had no possible way to know when he would arrive. He simply was hoping he was perhaps already working on the SAVIOR, who was obviously inside here, cuffed; he could see that through the one-way window. How ironic. Some saviour this woman proved to be, getting herself captured liked this, and he doubted it was part of a plan. If it was, they'd figure it out before it was too late.
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:22:21 GMT -8
Chase's eyes shot open and gleamed through the slight darkness of the room at the sound of knocking. He had been deep in thought while waiting for Williams to arrive. He had been entirely silent since he entered the room and had probably caused the subject of the upcoming interrogation to wonder who he was and what was about to happen. These interrogations were rather routine, but they were not the kind of work Chase preferred to be doing. What he needed to be doing was focusing on his magical proficiency. True, he could perhaps apply certain forms of magic during the interrogation, but overall it did him little for what it was worth.
Truth be told he was still hurting after his failure to properly use the soul splitting spell on Potter. The good part was that he was fairly certain that the fragment of his Lord's soul was still in tact - the same couldn't be said for Potter, however. Chase still frequented his underground lair, making sure nothing had attacked the man's seemingly lifeless body. He would not attempt the procedure again, however, until he was entirely certain that he could masterfully perform the dark spell. He had been training himself every day since.
In the meantime he served Williams to give himself a sense of purpose while he trained and grew stronger. Chase did trust him fairly well and he did retain many of the ideals of his master. Williams seemed to find particular use for him in interrogations. Perhaps it was his coldness and complete lack of sympathy or pity that made him so well at it. His temper was also short and he didn't put up with insolence from the subjects. Whatever the case, he promptly and efficiently executed Williams' orders as they were given. Therefore he had immediately reacted to Williams letter and had been in here since this morning, waiting for his arrival.
Chase stood up off of his chair, seated in the far corner, and briskly walked to answer the door. Opening the door, he gave a small bow as his temporary Lord entered.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:22:56 GMT -8
Well, Trevor supposed that the lack of request for him to step aside so he could speak with him alone meant that Downing had no words of advice or need to come up with a strategy for all of this, which could be either good or bad. He was choosing to remain optimistic for now. After all, it was only the beginning of his day, and it unlike this prisoner, he had use of a Patronus to make whilst wandering the prison. He had not felt the effects of the Dementors himself, and that was something to be thankful for in and of itself. He recalled his days in solitary here at the prison all too well. He did not envy this woman he now could see in the dimly lit interrogation room at all. Days on end with Dementors all around. No interaction with others who weren't guards. And she had the added benefit of torture. Fun, fun, fun! Not. Yet he did not pity her either.
It would be interesting to see if her comrades made any attempts to help free her as Morgana had him all those years ago. However, even if they did happen to think of using a polyjuice potion and pretend to be family, they wouldn't get very far. Visitors weren't allowed inside the prison for obvious reasons, and to get to the very prison itself was a difficult enough feat. They would have to somehow tread across the barren island to the prison without being spotted by the guard on watch and storm the prison and try to take it by force to stand any chance at anything. He was fairly certain they would be more concentrated on their slavery issue. He wondered what they might do once he abolished it. A wise political move in some aspects yet not in others. His own personal aspirations and hopes aside, he did not underestimate SAVIOR; hence, his presence here.
Trevor was quick to push his thoughts aside. There was time and place for them but not here. "Shall we speak for a moment outside?" he asked. There was no need to rush with the interrogation. Where was she going to go without a wand? Her precious cronies weren't here to save her now. Funny how their acronym didn't quite apply here. He stepped aside as he asked this so that Chase could walk past him and motioned him to do so, waiting until the door was shut before walking over to the one-way window. "Have you spoken with her at all? What were the circumstances of her capture? Were others there to witness her apprehension? or was she the only one?"
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:23:22 GMT -8
Chase readily complied with his Lord's wishes. "Of course, my Lord." Obviously he wanted to discuss information that the prisoner didn't need to hear. For the first order of business, he wanted the details of the situation. "The girl was caught in the Northern section of London, presumably to obtain possibly illegal goods and supplies. The Imperium Guard who patrol that area arrived to their stations half-an-hour early after receiving an anonymous tip-off that a SAVIOR transaction was about take place. Upon arriving to the scene, this girl and an as of yet unidentified male were confronted by the Guard. The two of them attacked, and a duel ensued. This scum," he said, with a tilt toward the girl in the room, "somehow managed to fend off our Guard while allowing her accomplice to escape." He paused for a moment, a great look of distaste upon his face. "And if I might say so, my Lord, there seems to be a definite lack of proper skill in the Guard if three guards were unable to apprehend worthless trash such as this lot."
He continued on, rather than allow his disdain to distract from his current duty. "Of course, after that this girl was quickly overwhelmed and immediately brought in. As for witnesses, a few Muggles and Shop clerks saw, but their memories were quickly modified. The shop owner whom we believe they were planning on doing business with has also been brought in for questioning. I have yet to say anything to the waste heap, as I specifically waited for your arrival before beginning." It was filth such as this girl that ruined and destroyed the established order. Pests like this needed to be dealt with as swiftly as possible before they propagated and did any real damage.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:23:42 GMT -8
Trevor listened with the intent of gaining information, and he did, but after Chase's description of the scenario that lead to this girl's capture, he wondered if he should be here or be over talking to the guards who let her companion escape and probably barely got this girl. Honestly, they would have to improve training, make it harsher, more strenuous. He would not have his Imperium Guard made fools of all because of three worthless nincompoops. Stupidity and incapability were not two traits he wanted associated with this group. They were the captors of enemies to the regime, and to do that, they couldn't let one return to spread the news by accident. Stupid, stupid people. Sometimes he wondered if he had to do everything himself to get it right.
With a heavy sigh, he listened as Chase continued, nodding in relief as the other went on to explain things were quickly cleaned up. However, he had one question because of part of the clean-up. "Northern London, you said, right?" he asked, waiting for confirmation, not a wordy answer. "Muggles up there, no?" Again, he waited for a response. "Then, this shopkeeper, was he 'replaced' for the duration of his stay here?" The last thing they needed right now was for the muggle police to get involved because someone happened to notice the man missing. At the very least, he needed to have been Imperiused and have told people that he was going on a brief "holiday"--family emergency. The things that had to be considered in these sort of things.
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:24:09 GMT -8
"Yes... It is an unfortunate fact that filth-covered wretches such as muggles are allowed to continue their existence in this city, much less worldwide." He despised them, all of them. Mudbloods, muggles, and their kin... they deserved much worse than mere slavery. They deserved torture and ultimately death. They had earned the right to have their pitiful excuse for a life erased from existance. This was the ultimate and most fundamental of concepts to Chase, and had been drilled into him from both his experiences as a child and by his master. How Chase wished Voldemort could have achieved his goal of a perfect world. If it weren't for meddling fools and ignorant sympathizers, perhaps they would well be on their way to that goal right now.
"From what I understand, they placed a sign on the door of the shop saying the keeper was ill and couldn't run the store for some time. Far be it from me to suggest that, based on previous incompetence, they could have screwed this up as well." 'Incompetence' was a gross understatement in this case. There was no dedication among the Death Eaters and their allies. They had all become sloppy and complacent. This brief period of relative stability had deluded them, and incidents like this proved it. Chase would dare not slip up in the matters of servitude to the ideals of the Death Eaters. He would do anything to achieve his end, even so far as to resign his life. There was no turning back from the path he had chosen. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 22:24:36 GMT -8
"Deal with the incompetence as you see fit, Chase. I don't trust Sark to handle this as far as I could throw him. All talk, no play. If he questions you, send him my way." Of course, as that wasn't the entire point of Chase calling him here today, Trevor didn't expect him to go do so now. No, he could stay for the questioning of the captive SAVIOR scum, and as he wasn't much in the mood to do the bulk of the questioning, perhaps take care of that while he was at it. "Anyway, if there's nothing else that you believe I need to know, shall we carry on?" He did need a name, but surely Chase would think of that or at least introduce him.
But now was time to act. He had things to do and places to be with his family today. He hadn't spent one-on-one time with Layla in a while, so he kind of was planning on that, and then they'd come back and get Evie and go to dinner. Yes, torture and whatever else might go on was that easy to brush off. Once, that might have bothered him, but now it was just a commonplace event in his life, and it was frustrating when restraint proved necessary in so many of the situations he found himself in with people.
((Ok, I'm going to shut up now. The muse isn't quite right. Anyway, guess I dub it sucky but finished.))
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Post by Chase Downing on Nov 16, 2015 22:24:57 GMT -8
"Yes, my lord. I shall see to their punishments with the utmost... vigor." They would get exactly what they deserved. Incompetence was not to be tolerated in a world such as this. Everything needs to run like clockwork - mess that routine up, and pay the price. "The girl's name is Miranda Sweeting," he said reading off the chart, instantly filling him in on the matter at hand.
"She is the daughter of Willa and James Starling," he said with contempt at the pronunciation of the clearly muggle name. "The former a deceased half-blood, the latter a muggle. She is the widow of the pureblood Caden Sweeting, who was killed in the raid upon the ministry two years prior. Her former occupation was as a secretary for the Ministry and she has been wanted for questioning ever since the establishment of your lordship. She was believed to be on the run with her brother, Nolan Starling." He averted his eyes from the chart, all the useful information having been read.
"That should be enough for the interrogation, yes my Lord. If so, we may begin when ready." He was more than ready to teach this filthy scum what real punishment was. She should have stayed in the little slime hole she crawled into to hide from the wizarding world. For daring to oppose the established law, the laws of purebloods, her punishment would be swift and severe.
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