A Conversation with a Killer. Act II, Part i (A log.)

A Conversation with a Killer. Act II, Part i (A log.)

Postby Tyralor » Sun Jul 27, 2003 10:55 am

<Timore> For all reasons and purposes, a basic private was walking down the street towards the gaol. For all reasons and purposes, that private very much seemed like a normal every day guard of the town. A young, handsome fellow. Likely signed up as soon as the age was allowed to do so, though it seemed that despite the young features, the eyes have seen all. Orbs of the bloodiest red, focused and determined. For all reasons and purposes, the door to the Gaol is opened and proper paperwork filled out or signed over, to 'check' up on one of the prisoners located here.

* Sill is asleep in her cell and will probably stay as such for the next.. five hours at least. She's dirty, and has dried blood on her garments, but passed out asleep despite the discomforts.

<Timore> A glance is offered to Sill at one end, before traveling down to the other. As clearance is given, and he walks past the guard that happened to be at the desk or whatever, a little smirk forms on the corner of his lips. Fooling the simple was, simply too easy. Down to the opposite end would he confidently walk, turning then to face the cell in which Calandra was stuck in. He would not have long. The other, real, guard was expected

<Timore> The other, real, guard was expected to arrive shortly. A mailed hand raised and quietly knocked on one of the bars.

* Calandra has taken to pacing her small cell, patience thinning with each step. Past the point of exhaustion, numb and sore she paused in the midst of her mindless walk to stare blankly at the young guard. Now someone comes, perhaps they realized their mistake? Doubtfully. "My cousin?" asked hoarsely, her concern expressed. She'd not seen the girl since their separation.

<Timore> .."Is fine." The stoic guard glances over a shoulder so that he may step backward and lean against a wall, folding arms across his chest. "I am going to keep this brief, Miss Calandra, simply because my time is brief." The illusion is almost immediately dispelled at that point, bringing to reveal a man clad entirely in black, including a skintight mask that covers all features except those freakish blood red eyes. "I can help you, unless you wish to summon the guard and have me removed."

* Calandra stared at the man for a long moment, a flash of confusion riddling her weary features. Just who was this person and how did he know of her? "Help me?" dark brows furrowed suspiciously as she peered more closely "How? Who are you?"

<Timore> There was very little that could be discerned from peering closer, for everything was the color of the night. Leather, sheathes, scabbards. An intelligent eye would take note of a vast array of hidden weaponry; it would almost seem the man was a walking armory. "Let us merely say my profession earns me a good deal of money, and I stand to make a lot out of this. Now. Did you do what you are accused of, or do all the guilty plead innocence?" A second intelligent eye would hazard a guess, considering the information given; he is a hired hand of sorts.

<Calandra> "Money? So that's what this is about then? I'll have no part in it." she drew back a step, her tone of voice growing firm. Weight shifting from one foot to the other. She would not be used as a pawn in this. Not this time. "I know what I've been accused of and my answer remains firm. I had nothing to do with it."

<Timore> "Sometimes, Calandra, the only people you can trust are complete strangers." Oh, how wickedly smooth is voice was and how that spark of dark mischief burned in those eyes. "If you refuse to tell me the story, perhaps there is a way that I may earn your trust by some, other means. As I stated, this is an opportunity I dare not pass up." Patience seemed a virtue, at least with him.. and at least for now. Silence would ensue in some minor hope that she would give him something to do.

* Calandra drew forward a step, considering. His offer was tempting. "Then go." she drew in a slow breath, fighting with her dislike and distrust of guards long enough to give her answer. "I will take my chances as I am." stubbornness. It would be her undoing.

<Timore> "I shall send flowers to known relatives." That impatience nearly boiled over then. Arms would unfold across his chest and a whisper of arcane magic would be uttered, resetting the illusion into place that made him easily slip in here under a guise as a guard. An annoyed and disappointed look is shot in her direction, before shoving off of the wall to turn upon heel and slowly begin his march back out of the building. The frustration was quickly put under, as other ways were drawn up to suck himself into this game.

<Calandra> The wouldn’t really execute an innocent person. Would they? Fear and frustration boiling up within her she watched the strange man walk away obviously upset with her answer. Sighing heavily she sagged back against the rough stone wall and shivered.

<Lt_Kilborn> The appearance of the guards wasn't actually set on any particular schedule, but Timore had been fortunate enough in his timing regardless, as he departed mere moments before a group of five guardsmen made their way down the cellblock towards the one that Calandra was languishing in. "Good afternoon." Was offered, pleasantly enough

* Calandra glanced up from where she rested against the cold damp wall, the conversation she'd had with her mysterious visitor still sharp in her mind. Now that was timing. Tired grey-green eyes skipped from one face to the next, otherwise silent and unmoving. There were so many of them, It only took two to get her there.. why so many now?

<Lt_Kilborn> One of them was probably relatively well known to Calandra. The foul smelling man that always seemed to have a wad of tobacco in his mouth the size of a small orange. It certainly made his cheeks rather large. One of them directed that chap, towards the cell door. A stream of spittle off to the side, and the man made his approach, unlocking the door and holding it open. "Come with us please." The leader of the men stated, two of the guards moving in towards Calandra.

* Calandra wrinkled her nose up in outright disgust at the man chewing the tobacco. It was a disgusting habit that did nothing but compliment the pungent stench of his own body odor. "What for?" she questioned warily, drawing back further into the small cell... away from the approaching guardsmen.

<Lt_Kilborn> The lieutenant shifted on his feet for a moment, while the two guards in the cell would move to put a hand on each of Calandra's shoulders. "You have been charged with the murder of Tyralor McDougal. We are going to get your statement of events" They would be moving to usher Calandra along.

* Calandra swallowed past the painful lump in her throat. "I didn't murder anyone." she answered lowly, doubting they cared one way or the other. One of her dearest friends was dead and they had the nerve to point fingers at her. Reluctantly she was drug from her cell, one of her, and five of them.. there was little choice not to go.

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a nod from the Lieutenant at that claim. They didn't truly expect otherwise. She was led from the cell, and through the gaol in relative silence, until they reached another floor. Another enclosed room that they ushered her into. Here at least, she would only be outnumbered three to one. The door closing behind her leaving her with three of the guardsmen. A table was in the middle of the room, with a chair on either side. she was directed towards one of them. Another table off to the side had parchment and writing utensils, and one of the guardsmen went there. The Lieutenant moved to take a seat opposite of where Calandra would be sitting. The last guardsman, after directing Calandra to sit, would lounge against the wall a half dozen feet behind her.

* Calandra settled into the chair and into an uneasy silence, fidgeting nervously with he edge of her sleeve. After a glance was given to each of the two guards, then one past the Lieutenant seated across from her. She was trapped.

<Lt_Kilborn> "Please state your full name, for the record." The man opposite asked, once everyone was seated and the guard in charge of keeping notes on the entire conversation was ready to start copying the information down

<Calandra> "Calandra.." she answered, pausing shortly after. They asked for her full name, something only a small handful of people knew. "Saviya Calandra Lyubitshka-Darridan" she corrected herself. Woe to the guard who actually had to spell it.

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a brief pause for a moment by all three of them. Then the Lieutenant inquired...."What is the name of the companion you were with last night?" leave it to them to ask awkward questions.

<Calandra> "Sill?" she asked using her childhood nickname for the girl.. assuming that he was referring to her cousin who'd also been arrested that same night.

<Lt_Kilborn> Another moment of pause amongst the guards for a nominal amount of time. "That's it?" The Lieutenant inquired

<Calandra> "You wanted her full name?" she frowned, glancing between them

<Lt_Kilborn> "If you don't mind." The Lieutenant inquired quietly. The only names they'd had before for either of them were Sill and Calandra. A comment someone had made on the night of the murder that had identified them.

<Calandra> "Darridan-Babtista" she sighed offering up her poor cousin's surname, their relation on her father's side... thus cooperating.. so far.

<Lt_Kilborn> There was another moment's of pause by the lot of them, before they shifted a trace in their seats, and seemed to refocus the questioning into the direction that they wanted it to go. "What was your relationship to Sill Barridan Babtista?" Was the first question they asked.

<Calandra> "Darridan" she corrected the man, providing him with a helpless shrug "She's my cousin. What does my relation to her have to do with anything?"
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A Conversation with a Killer. Act II, Part ii (A log.)

Postby Tyralor » Sun Jul 27, 2003 10:58 am

<Lt_Kilborn> "We just wanted to know how you knew her. Obviously if you are family, that explains why you were together on the night in question." That was relatively simple to explain, and would be one question by her that he didn't mind answering. "Speaking of that night, could you tell us what happened?"

<Calandra> And what if they had just been friends, or even acquaintances? She let the idea drop unspoken, shifting within the uncomfortable chair also half tempted to ask him where her cousin was. " alright.." deciding not to press her luck on either, she focused on his question instead. "We were both on our way to the Broken Dagger. I had offered to buy drinks, catch up with her. It had been a long time since either of us had seen one another." She paused to take a breath, her voice wavering. "walking there, I saw a light from the path. We found him.. there.. like.. like that.. "

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a moment of pause and a slight nod. "So you hurried and caught up, and found the body together?"

<Calandra> "Yes.." she frowned "I mean yes, I caught up. She reached him just before I did.."

<Lt_Kilborn> A slight shift of the Lieutenant’s form, and one eyebrow raised. "Would you like some tea Calandra?" He questioned, before adding on the next question to the tale itself. "How much time, would you say, was between the time Sill arrived at the body, and you arrived at the body?"

<Calandra> "No thank you." She shook her head, tea just didn’t sound like a very good idea to her upset stomach right now. "A minute.. maybe two at the very most... I was just behind her."

<Lt_Kilborn> "Mmhmmm." He stated, though there was still a good deal of circumstances so far, missing from her conversation. "We need you to walk us through it. What you saw, how you arrived, and what happened Calandra. I could keep questioning you on specific details, but I don't want to lead your answers towards what I want to hear. So in detail, from when you saw the light in the woods, can you describe the light? To when the guards escorted you here."

<Calandra> "The light?" she frowned, gaze landing briefly on the guard in charge of copying everything down. What didn't they understand? They were both in the wrong place at the wrong time.. "From the road it looked like a dying campfire.." she closed her eyes, trying to walk herself mentally through the events as they took place. She'd been so disconnected by the time the guards had arrived on the scene that she was unsure of how much she could even recall. "Sill was just ahead of me. I couldn’t see her at first, but I had heard her leave the path. When I called she didn’t answer.. that's when I noticed the fire. I left the path, worried when she didn't answer me. When I got there, she was ...she was already there. Checking the body.." she paused there to take a breath.

<Lt_Kilborn> "How long, in your estimation, had the body been dead when you arrived?" He questioned, with a slight shift of his form. A shame she didn't want tea. It would be impolite for him to actually have tea in front of her. True, he'd done that in front of Sill the other day, but there had been a cup for her as well.

<Calandra> "I don't know. Not very long by the looks of it.." she shrugged helplessly. She couldn’t remember anything about the body other then the vivid image of the burned victim burned into her mind.

<Lt_Kilborn> A slow nod from the guard once again, and a slight furrowing of his brow. "And then what happened? She was checking the body when you made your arrival."

<Calandra> "I screamed." she answered flatly, shifting once again.

<Lt_Kilborn> "A perfectly logical thing to do of course." The guard smiled with a brief touch of a smile. "The guards were already crashing through the woods at this point in time, were they not? You could hear them coming before you screamed?"

* Calandra smirked. Was she supposed to have acted differently? "No... I don't know. I don’t think so. No one came until after I screamed.." dark brows furrowed, she was obviously flustered

<Lt_Kilborn> "So you screamed then, and then what? What happened between the time you screamed and the guards arrived on the scene?" Kilborn questioned, knowing that there were a few details that matched up quite well with Sill's statements, but a few differences as well.

<Calandra> "I screamed - then we heard someone approaching.. next thing the guards were there.." she answered. Obviously there was a big gap in the story between the time she'd found Sill and when the patrol had arrived on the scene. None of it which addressed the dagger or the gash in Sill's arm either.

<Lt_Kilborn> "And there were just the two of you, correct? You weren't travelling with anyone else?" He questioned with a bit of a raised eyebrow. It was the same question he'd posed to Sill a number of times. Afterall, one of his guardsmen did have a bruise on his jawline, and three of them attested to the fact there'd been two other people lurking in the woods off to the side. So far, Sill had denied their existence, even when asked pretty much directly who they were. Would Calandra do the same thing?

<Calandra> "Yes.. just there was only the two of us. Anyone else that was there came just after the guards had come." She answered him. It was possible that she never saw anyone else.

<Lt_Kilborn> It was certainly possible she hadn't seen anyone else, unfortunately the guards only knew what they had seen, which didn't include that possibility entirely. "What about the dagger in your hand. How did that come to be there?"

<Calandra> "Dagger?" she frowned, she didn’t even remember having one at first. And then she remembered it. Slowly at first. Not how she came to have it, just holding it. "I panicked when I hear someone coming. I didn’t know who it was."

<Lt_Kilborn> "So when you heard someone coming, you drew the dagger." He offered, tilting his head to wait and see if she would agree with that statement, or change her position.

<Calandra> "Yes." she answered him. It seemed logical to her.

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a little bit of a pause on this particular account, as it definitely differed from what the other woman had stated. Perhaps Calandra caught that, perhaps not. "What was your relationship, with Tyralor McDougal?"

* Calandra stared at him for a long moment. Now that last question was definitely dropped out of nowhere. "He is.. was a good friend," answered uncomfortably, perhaps not used to referring to someone so dear to her in the past tense.
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A Conversation witha Killer. Act II, Part iii. (A log.)

Postby Tyralor » Sun Jul 27, 2003 10:59 am

<Lt_Kilborn> "There, is a rumour that is going around the region at present, that suggests you were his mistress. Can you enlighten us to the truth, or perhaps why this rumour might have surfaced?"

<Calandra> "What?" she seemed shocked to hear of that news. "I most certainly was not and I don’t know why anyone would have ever suggested that." Perhaps there would have been a time that she would have found a rumor like that amusing. But not under these circumstances. "I lived with him. That is all."

<Lt_Kilborn> Returning to Kilborn and Calandra. "You lived with him. He wasn't a relative of yours as well by chance?" The fact they were calling her a mistress to the man suggested against that, but he'd ask for that as well. Even if she'd suggested earlier they were just friends.

<Calandra> "Yes. I lived with him." she repeated, frowning lightly. She really didn't see how this was relevant to anything. She'd said earlier that he'd been a close friend. Perhaps he'd missed that. "And no, I have no relation to him other than friendship."

<Lt_Kilborn> "What motive, could you offer us, as to why your cousin would kill Tyralor?" He inquired, with a slight shift in the seat. Leaning back and folding his hands overtop of his knee for a little while.

<Calandra> "I beg you pardon?" she looked up at the man sharply, head tilted to one side she half rose from her seat. Just what more was he suggesting? Sill was a mischief maker she'd giver her that. But murder? No. "She didn't kill him. I already told you, he was dead when we found him. He was her friend too."

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a momentary sigh from the guard. "Now you're saying that you found him together once again. I thought you said you were several minutes behind your companion."

* Calandra grumbled quietly. And there he went.. "I said that I was no more than two minutes behind her.."

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a slow nod on his part, and a slight furrowing of his brow. there were, as with the other, parts of the stories that didn't quite match. Was it possible they'd a general story before hand just in case they were caught? It was possible. It'd almost make sense. The why of the crime still eluded him though. "How long had you been living with Tyralor?"

* Calandra furrowed her brow, sinking back into her chair at this next question. "Years?" almost asking herself. "Two.. maybe three." It all blended together, she had never thought about it

<Lt_Kilborn> He didn't bother inquiring about it further. Living with a man for that amount of time? Certain events were likely. And he didn't want details. "And it was just the two of you that were out there that night, correct?" He'd badgered Sill on this detail as well truly. Sill had adamantly denied there'd been anyone else.

* Calandra sighed. They'd already been over this. "Yes. It was just the two of us."

<Lt_Kilborn> He nods once again. "Just to ensure that I have everything in perfect order, You had invited Sill for drinks at the tavern. Sill was moving along in front of you, and veered off the path. Towards a light you said. You followed after a moment, and came across her and a body she'd just turned over. At which point you screamed. Then when you heard someone approaching, you drew a dagger. Since it was the guards, you didn't do anything else until you were led off here. How's my memory so far?" Another shift of posture, had him setting both hands on the table, allowing one finger to tap in a dull, repetitious motion.

* Calandra nodded slowly. It sounded like everything that she had just told him.. right up to finding the body at least.. though she never actually remembered drawing the dagger, just having it in her hand. "That's about it..."

* Lt_Kilborn nodded faintly once more, and then frowned. "That leaves two things very much unaccounted for. First off, the fact that several articles had been removed from the body. And secondly, how the dagger happened to be covered in blood. I don't suppose you can explain either of those?"

* Calandra frowned again, shrugging helplessly. She wasn't entirely sure how the articles had gotten removed, perhaps she was trying to protect Sill. She had her suspicion. The dagger on the other hand.. she could explain. "The blood on the dagger was an accident."

<Lt_Kilborn> "How was it an accident?" He questioned, allowing her to explain that particular accounting at the very least.

* Calandra shifted a bit in the chair, "Sill tried to take the dagger from me.. I was jumpy.. I kind of nicked her with it."

<Lt_Kilborn> "So the dagger wasn't, in your claim, used to stab Tyralor with." Kilborn stated firmly. "And it was your dagger."

<Calandra> "No.. the dagger in my hand never touched him." she answered flatly.

<Lt_Kilborn> There was a final nod from Kilborn, and then a slow exhalation of breath. "You don't have anything else to add at this point in time then?" He questioned, with an almost hopeful sort of tone of voice.

<Calandra> "No... Why?" she asked perhaps picking up on his tone.

<Lt_Kilborn> "No reason. No reason at all. We'll be putting you in a different cell I'm thinking. It seems at some point today, someone paid an unauthorized visit to your companion in arms." Which didn't exactly bode well as far as assuming their innocence went, if people were sneaking in to see them...

<Lt_Kilborn> "We don't want you escaping custody quite yet."

* Calandra lifted a brow, for a brief moment wondering if she should mention her brief encounter with her own mysterious visitor just before their arrival.. but something inside told her to keep quiet. "of course not.." she murmured, an almost sarcating ring to her tone.. perhaps she didn’t believe him.

<Lt_Kilborn> "I hope the accommodations aren't too unpleasant." He stated as he rose to his feet and gestured to the man behind the woman. "Sergeant Rubrecht. See to it that she's placed in a cell in the upper tier." He stated. It'd be close to Sill. If they shouted, perhaps they'd be able to talk to one another now. On the other hand, if they shouted, everyone else would know what they said too.

* Calandra uttered something under her breath, gypsy to anyone that heard it. "Not at all." More sarcasm. It was obvious that her calm nature was growing dangerously thin by this hour. She'd already been locked up for more than a day and the idea of going back into any cell.. new or old wasn't helping
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