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The Suns That Were Stolen [Complete]

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Melkire Melkire Find all posts by this user Gruff Gutterborn Murder Hobo Posts:2,470 Joined:Mar 2014 Character:Osric Melkire Server:Balmung Reputation: 505 Timezone:UTC+4 RE: The Suns That Were Stolen [Story] | #4 09-28-2015, 09:04 AM Evangeline’s face appeared suddenly in front of the bars. “IT’S TODAY?” she yelled, as a Sultansworn Guard vainly tried to chase her down. “TODAY?!” she yelled again. “You think that might not have been IMPORTANT TO MENTION?” She turned to the guard. “Open the damn door before I blow it open, I’m going to speak to my client.” Osric winced, one hand flying up to his forehead as he pushed himself upright off the cot to a seated position facing the hallway. “Ruttin’ hells, don’t look at me, the swivin’ bastards said the trial was pendin’ further investigation. Seems they’d rather hang me as soon as possible.” The guard grumbled as he pushed Evangeline aside, fetched the key from his keyring, and opened the door to the cell. Evangeline pushed past him with a curt nod, clutching a briefcase and a bundle of papers. “Someone must really hate you, Sergeant,” she grumbled, before turning to the guard. “Get me a table, or a cart or something! Before I get annoyed.” She turned back to Osric. “We don’t have much time, but it’s not hopeless.” She handed him a newspaper, “As you can see, either a dead man is getting married, or we’ve already cleared a fourth of this.” The midlander took the paper from her with a grunt and tossed it aside onto the cot. “If he’s written to the Hall, then….” He glanced up at the guard with a frown. The Sultansworn rolled his eyes and turned to walk back down the cell block. “MARKUS!” came the call, “GET THE BARRISTER BITCH A TABLE!” Evangeline seemed smug at that, as if pleased that the man had at least acknowledged her credentials. The sergeant snorted. “If he’s written home, then that fourth ain’t cleared, it’s CONFIRMED. Which… isn’t good.” He swallowed audibly. “I was hopin’ we’d have more time. Was hopin’ we could get some, what the hells do they call ‘em, character witnesses. I know plenty o’ folks for that… but they came in this morn ‘n’ told me it’s this very sun.” He eyed Eva. He looked terrified. “I don’t see a way out.” The woman turned back to Osric, clucking her tongue, “Oh, but you are not thinking, Sergeant, perhaps the time in here has dulled your mind. This speed betrays their desperation. In truth they do not have much of a case, which is why they are so eager to push this verdict through before you can build a defense. They are worried, Osric.” She smiled. “But I am not. Well not much anyway.” She coughed. “First, tell me of these four, some were killed by poison, yes? Others with a blade? I think I have their autopsies somewhere….” She ruffled through the papers. The sergeant nodded and took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He leaned back against the far wall and stared up at the ceiling in thought. “One by poison. One gutted. The last had his throat slit.” “And one married?” ‘I don’t know all the particulars, Miss Primrose. I didn’t commit these murders.” The Elezen nodded. “Then I suppose that will have to do. Do you have alibis of any sort? These charges are quite nebulous.” She shook her head, “It is clear they did not expect you to fight them.” She grinned rakishly ,”But you are tired of being chained, I think. A dog can only be beaten so long before it chews through its ropes.” “The chain, I wouldn’t mind so much… if it weren’t for them yankin’ on the gods-damned leash.” He looked back down at her and rolled a wrist. “Alibis. Ain’t ever met or been seen with a one o’ them gents, though I suppose that ain’t any good in court. Was off with the company on more’n one assignment that took us out o’ Thanalan. That one for the Adders, the Deepcroft investigation, that sticks out. Was also attendin’ the Grindstone often; Master Armstrong can attest to that. I’m… afraid I didn’t spend much time in the city back then. No, errr, neutral individuals who can claim t’have been with me at the time.” He blinked. “Piss, I don’t even know when these men died.” She exhaled. “Then we shall have to see what evidence they have. I’ve brought your service record, the autopsies, and some other relevant documentation. Whatever they assert, I can only hope that we shall have the ability to contest it.” She stretched. “Is there anything else Sergeant? Or are you ready to fight the Government?” She laughed. He pursed his lips for a moment. “This assassin I’m supposed to have hired. The one they’re claimin’ I sicced on these men.” He paused as the silent guard from the night prior arrives at the cell with a long table and deposited it rather carelessly at the end of the hall. “For the barrister,” the small little blonde jeered. Evangeline stuck her head out into the hallway, “A cart, not a table,” she growled, “and if it’s not here before the trial starts, I’m going to shove that table UP YOUR ARSE.” "Markus" recoiled in shock and mutterd an apology before heading off in search of a cart. Obscenities spilled from his lips as he took his leave; “former public menace” was audible over the rattling of his chainmail. The Elezen rubbed at a temple as she turned back to the sergeant. “I’ve been spending too much time with Klyn, you were saying?” Osric smirked for the first time that morning as he watched the man leave. “They’re goin’ t’claim I hired him based on an incident last cycle. Was thrown in the Hall gaol with him. We shared a wall… and a gaol break.” He paused to scratch at the back of his neck. “I’d be one t’argue that’s a flimsy as shite piece o’ proof… but I don’t write the law. There anythin’ we can do to, errr, well….” Evangeline tapped her cheek, “They are saying this person committed all three murders on your behalf?” She considered for a moment, “That could make our job easier or harder, though to start with it’s an improbable claim. You’re more than capable of having performed these murders yourself. Or so I am led to believe. We would need them to prove that not only did you hire someone else regardless, but you were so lazy as to hire the first person you met capable. They would also need to prove that money exchanged hands, and an agreement was made.” She shook her head, “Unless the man is there himself to testify, I doubt any reasonable argument can be made along those lines.” She cleared her throat. “If they do have testimony or proof in that regard though… it will make our task difficult indeed.” The man suddenly groaned as he covered his face with both hands and flopped sideways onto the cot. “Twelves’ sakes… I forgot… there was some bastard goin’ round dressed as m’self a few moons prior, back when I was with the Red Wings. I was cleared on account o’ havin’ an alibi. Was away visitin’ Limsa Lominsa with Erik Mynhier. But… the sod who looked like me killed a man. A paladin. Sultana’s own ‘sworn. Name o’ Besten.” Evangeline peeked her head out of the hallway to ensure the guard was still gone, then quickly opened up her briefcase and handed Osric a small shaving kit and a metal mirror. “Here, clean yourself up while he’s gone. It won’t help us if you look like a scruffy murderer.” The Elezen removed a slim flask of water from a pouch and added it to the pile. “In any case, they can’t charge you for past acquittals, and such a fact may even help us. If your impersonation is in the public record, it can throw doubt on any outlandish claims. After all, if it has happened once, it may do so again.” Osric stared blankly at the kit, mirror, and flask for a moment, then straightened. “Hate shavin’ the beard. Folks never like it when I do.” He set to work. She blinked. “Ah, you don’t have to shave it all. But to be honest you look like a man who’s had a restless guilty sleep. Cleaning it up a bit and washing your face will do wonders in the eyes of the court. You may even look like the hero of the Flames you’re supposed to be.” She grinned. “Ain’t no hero, Eva… but thanks.” He spoke slowly as he ridded himself of his facial hair anyway. “There might be one witness to an alibi y’can round up in the few bells ‘til the trial, I think. Man goes by Rand, spends most of his time sulkin’ about near the Hall. Think he regrets ever havin’ joined the Blades instead o’ the Flames.” He grimaced, but the blade came free of his face without issue; no nicks or cuts. No blood. He reached for the flask again to wash. “Anyroad, Rand ‘n’ I spent a good deal o’ time lookin’ into an incident up at Nanawa. We saw a lot of each other in the followin’ sennights.” Evangeline nodded. “I can do that. Any description? Tall, short? Hyur, Roe?” She took out a small pad and began writing. “And you may not see yourself as a hero, Sergeant, but if the Court sees you as such, it can’t but help our case. So be a dear and smile for crowd.” Osric looked up as he gathered the kit, mirror and flask to give Evangeline his best grin. It was a rakish thing, debonair, more befitting a scoundrel than a gentleman. “That, I can do. Tall, highlander by his build. Disagreeable sort. Worse’n m’self, to be honest. We were workin’ a crime scene here ‘n’ there. The early suns o’ the Lazarov case.” She closed the booklet. “I’ll get him there, somehow.” The Elezen slipped the shaving case back into her briefcase as she heard the rattling of a cart. “Was there anything else, or shall I meet you in the courtroom?” The rattling grew louder as the cart came rolling past, unaccompanied, and slammed into the wall at the end of the hallway. Osric rolled his eyes. “Anythin’ more I could tell you like as not won’t do us a lick o’ good.” She gathered up the papers and headed out. “Then we’ll just throw the dice. Seems to be something you’re good at.” Walking out of the cell, she approached the surly guard. “Women don’t like men with a temper.” She moved to pat his cheek on her way out of the gaol. The surly guard blustered, then called out to his partner further down the cellblock, near the entrance to the gaol. “BRYANT! THIS IS WHY I’M THE QUIET ONE AND YOU HANDLE THE OFFICIALS, GODS DAMN YOU!”

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