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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The prison is in complete lockdown. While the prison yard would usually have some of the less violent or less frightening prisoners roaming around or working, only patrolling guards sre to be seen today. The place is still noisy with the cries of prisoners jeering and fighting from behind closed doors. A small knot of guards are gathered around one particular cell door talking animatedly as the Freeswords are ushered in. A heavy bulldog with a tag on his shirt reading Warden is shouting at a rathere skinny looking collie in a guard's uniform.<br> <br>A soft rumble sounds, announcing the arrival of a masked feline, clad in her usual, red-dyed leather outfit. Her tail sways gently behind her, and she carries herself with the class and sway one would expect of a being with the kind of money she must have to spend. Gaze traveling out over the area, the she-cat rumbles softly to herself, tapping the ground with the metal tip of her cane to garner some level of attention.<br> <br>Entering the prison is a young-looking jasmine being. Rokarion is as usual clad in his usual dark gray, body-covering heavy cloak, hiding most of his form with its humble appearance contrasting sharply with the lavish double blossom that acts as his hair. The jasmine shakes his head once he is in the prison proper, it might have been a bite wiser to spend this day relaxing rather than jumping from an airship directly towards a prison, but he is here, gaze travelling across compound with a pleasant jasmine aroma wafting around the young plant.<br> <br>Serana wanders in, mostly beause she had need of a bit of work, and helping the guards would be a good idea. However, upon walking in, the sitution was evident to her in that regard. She had spent enough time in one to know what happened the instant she saw the huddled group of guards. The shark, clad in a long leather and cotton cloak and similar pants, with a fine blouse tucked beneath would look the spitting image of a male sailor, with a bit more pistols then a sailor would be wont to carry, On her head was wavy shoulder length dark hair, tid back in a ponytail and topped by a small trihorn hat with holes cut in to fit her long ears. She didn't outright say hello to those gathered, but joining the other, what she could assume to be freeswords, she did incline her head by the kitty to show the shark greeted her.<br> <br>In the cell closer to the entrance is a half asleep she-wolf, just this side of the ruckus. She stands leaning against the bars, watching the guards, occasionally flicking rolled up toilet paper at them, occasionally catcalling them. She seems rather bored.<br> <br>"Mmmm," Shizuko comments, the older heavy-clan snow leopard taking in the sights of the prison. "I was not aware Sweetwater had such a serious problem," she comments quietly, to herself. She falls silent as she approaches the warden and the cluster of gaurds, her ears perked as she listens.<br> <br>"Tell me again!" the bulldog roars at the cowering guard, "Tell me again how a prisoner on your sentry route can have VANISHED from his cell!" |
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| + | "I-I don't know, Sir!" the young collie stammers," I opened the peep hole on one round and he was there. Then on my second round I opened it and he was gone!" The skinny young guardsman cringes in front of his superior as if afraid he will be hit. "Then I went and reported it!" he cries, "That was all! He was there one minute, then gone the next! Honest!" | ||
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| + | The warden scowls at the young guard, then whirls on the door, opening the eye level peep hole with a snap and peering inside. He stare for a moment as if a solution might materialize before snapping the hole shut again. "We did not used to need the place," he growls at Shizuko's comment, "A lot of these prisoners are war criminals, profiteers and captured shadows unwilling to intigrate." He examines the gathered beings with small, piggy eyes. "You heard the boy," he says, shaking his jowels toward the collie, "What do you think?" | ||
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| + | Another guard, a heavy clan Shiba Inu, rattles the bars on Lexy's cell. "Knock it off, thief!" he growls, "Or I'll do it for you!"<br> <br>"Care to enlighten us on the description of the aledged escapee first?" the midnight-black furred feline rumbles deeply, watching each and every one of the beings in the crowd closely. Her tail sways lazily from side to side, and her ears flick momentarily. "Has the cell itself been opened to investigate?" she continues curiously, watching the guards for any reaction, obvious or otherwise.<br> <br>Rokarion purses his lips, momentarily lost in thought about, then shaking his head and moving closer towards the cell. Rokarion gives the door a little knock with his gloved hands before looking back at the group and giving an idle shrug as he produces a slightly worn notebook and a Longtech pen (tm) from under his cloak, "Also a brief history of the prisoner could be helpful. Why was he here in the first place?"<br> <br>Serana hum softly "I agree with the kitty. Let's open the door and see if he's even in there. I'd keep weapons trained on it, Pistols or muskets preferably, something that would disable on first hit. Should he attempt to break for it, he would find he has no escape with a wall of lead coming for him." the shark offers, messing with his tailfin a bit, his voice sounding much like a young irish sailor. "That way, he doesn't escape unless he already has."<br> <br>Lexy presses herself up against the bars and lifts her blouse enough to show a hint of her, also blood red, lace bra to the Shiba. "Why don't you come in here and make me stop? I'll make it worth your while cutey." Her other hand teases up a bar as she says this. "Oh, and I heard a noise earlier too. Dunno where it came from though."<br> <br>The snow leopard's flicks, and she chuckles. "It is an old trick," Shizuko points out. "Hide from the door, wait for them to open it, and make a run for it. I assume you have asked him to show himself?" she asks, head tilting. "And yes, if you go in to check, then go in force and with a group ready to catch him on the outside. Or, you could just stop putting food in the room. If he's already gone, he's gone. If he's just hidden, hunger will make him speak up."<br> <br>"I'd rather that door stays closed, for now, the black-furred she-cat rumbles softly, glancing towards Serana. "If the door hasn't been opened, logic dictates he's still in there, waiting for the door to open, as our heavy-folk company suggests."<br> <br>"No," the warden says, answering Katrina's question first, "This door has not been opened." He looks to the skinny collie for confirmation and the smaller canine nods. "The prisoner was a fox," he says, "Petty scam artist and thief. Some kind of magician too, so we kept him in one of our math proofed cells." He waves a hand at the earth magic runes scrawled over the walls and doors. "Only way in or out is through the door," he growls, "We were waiting for an expert on this kind of weird stuff, but no one can seem to find the guy. So we were just about to pop the door if no one has any better ideas?" | ||
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| + | The Shiba growls and blushes under his fur. "Just keep it down!" he sneers before turning away. | ||
Revision as of 23:09, 7 February 2015
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Date
7/2/478
Log
The prison is in complete lockdown. While the prison yard would usually have some of the less violent or less frightening prisoners roaming around or working, only patrolling guards sre to be seen today. The place is still noisy with the cries of prisoners jeering and fighting from behind closed doors. A small knot of guards are gathered around one particular cell door talking animatedly as the Freeswords are ushered in. A heavy bulldog with a tag on his shirt reading Warden is shouting at a rathere skinny looking collie in a guard's uniform.
A soft rumble sounds, announcing the arrival of a masked feline, clad in her usual, red-dyed leather outfit. Her tail sways gently behind her, and she carries herself with the class and sway one would expect of a being with the kind of money she must have to spend. Gaze traveling out over the area, the she-cat rumbles softly to herself, tapping the ground with the metal tip of her cane to garner some level of attention.
Entering the prison is a young-looking jasmine being. Rokarion is as usual clad in his usual dark gray, body-covering heavy cloak, hiding most of his form with its humble appearance contrasting sharply with the lavish double blossom that acts as his hair. The jasmine shakes his head once he is in the prison proper, it might have been a bite wiser to spend this day relaxing rather than jumping from an airship directly towards a prison, but he is here, gaze travelling across compound with a pleasant jasmine aroma wafting around the young plant.
Serana wanders in, mostly beause she had need of a bit of work, and helping the guards would be a good idea. However, upon walking in, the sitution was evident to her in that regard. She had spent enough time in one to know what happened the instant she saw the huddled group of guards. The shark, clad in a long leather and cotton cloak and similar pants, with a fine blouse tucked beneath would look the spitting image of a male sailor, with a bit more pistols then a sailor would be wont to carry, On her head was wavy shoulder length dark hair, tid back in a ponytail and topped by a small trihorn hat with holes cut in to fit her long ears. She didn't outright say hello to those gathered, but joining the other, what she could assume to be freeswords, she did incline her head by the kitty to show the shark greeted her.
In the cell closer to the entrance is a half asleep she-wolf, just this side of the ruckus. She stands leaning against the bars, watching the guards, occasionally flicking rolled up toilet paper at them, occasionally catcalling them. She seems rather bored.
"Mmmm," Shizuko comments, the older heavy-clan snow leopard taking in the sights of the prison. "I was not aware Sweetwater had such a serious problem," she comments quietly, to herself. She falls silent as she approaches the warden and the cluster of gaurds, her ears perked as she listens.
"Tell me again!" the bulldog roars at the cowering guard, "Tell me again how a prisoner on your sentry route can have VANISHED from his cell!"
"I-I don't know, Sir!" the young collie stammers," I opened the peep hole on one round and he was there. Then on my second round I opened it and he was gone!" The skinny young guardsman cringes in front of his superior as if afraid he will be hit. "Then I went and reported it!" he cries, "That was all! He was there one minute, then gone the next! Honest!"
The warden scowls at the young guard, then whirls on the door, opening the eye level peep hole with a snap and peering inside. He stare for a moment as if a solution might materialize before snapping the hole shut again. "We did not used to need the place," he growls at Shizuko's comment, "A lot of these prisoners are war criminals, profiteers and captured shadows unwilling to intigrate." He examines the gathered beings with small, piggy eyes. "You heard the boy," he says, shaking his jowels toward the collie, "What do you think?"
Another guard, a heavy clan Shiba Inu, rattles the bars on Lexy's cell. "Knock it off, thief!" he growls, "Or I'll do it for you!"
"Care to enlighten us on the description of the aledged escapee first?" the midnight-black furred feline rumbles deeply, watching each and every one of the beings in the crowd closely. Her tail sways lazily from side to side, and her ears flick momentarily. "Has the cell itself been opened to investigate?" she continues curiously, watching the guards for any reaction, obvious or otherwise.
Rokarion purses his lips, momentarily lost in thought about, then shaking his head and moving closer towards the cell. Rokarion gives the door a little knock with his gloved hands before looking back at the group and giving an idle shrug as he produces a slightly worn notebook and a Longtech pen (tm) from under his cloak, "Also a brief history of the prisoner could be helpful. Why was he here in the first place?"
Serana hum softly "I agree with the kitty. Let's open the door and see if he's even in there. I'd keep weapons trained on it, Pistols or muskets preferably, something that would disable on first hit. Should he attempt to break for it, he would find he has no escape with a wall of lead coming for him." the shark offers, messing with his tailfin a bit, his voice sounding much like a young irish sailor. "That way, he doesn't escape unless he already has."
Lexy presses herself up against the bars and lifts her blouse enough to show a hint of her, also blood red, lace bra to the Shiba. "Why don't you come in here and make me stop? I'll make it worth your while cutey." Her other hand teases up a bar as she says this. "Oh, and I heard a noise earlier too. Dunno where it came from though."
The snow leopard's flicks, and she chuckles. "It is an old trick," Shizuko points out. "Hide from the door, wait for them to open it, and make a run for it. I assume you have asked him to show himself?" she asks, head tilting. "And yes, if you go in to check, then go in force and with a group ready to catch him on the outside. Or, you could just stop putting food in the room. If he's already gone, he's gone. If he's just hidden, hunger will make him speak up."
"I'd rather that door stays closed, for now, the black-furred she-cat rumbles softly, glancing towards Serana. "If the door hasn't been opened, logic dictates he's still in there, waiting for the door to open, as our heavy-folk company suggests."
"No," the warden says, answering Katrina's question first, "This door has not been opened." He looks to the skinny collie for confirmation and the smaller canine nods. "The prisoner was a fox," he says, "Petty scam artist and thief. Some kind of magician too, so we kept him in one of our math proofed cells." He waves a hand at the earth magic runes scrawled over the walls and doors. "Only way in or out is through the door," he growls, "We were waiting for an expert on this kind of weird stuff, but no one can seem to find the guy. So we were just about to pop the door if no one has any better ideas?"
The Shiba growls and blushes under his fur. "Just keep it down!" he sneers before turning away.
