RP:Hollow Times Issue 4
Part of the Hollow Times Arc
REPORTER SACRIFICES HIS LIFE TO SAVE A POOR MISTREATED PRISONER
This issue is dedicated to the memory of Michael Flannagan.
Sophie watches in horror as both Flannagan and his son fly in through one of the arrow holes in an attempt to interview some crimnal, they have not told her who it is. Flanagan whizzes over to Mahri. "I am Michael Flannagan, the eye in the sky reporter and this is my son Erasmus, he is learning the trade. We heard that there had been a terrible miscarriage of justice and you have been locked up merely for accidentally knocking over some wall in Rynvale, that was half underwater to begin with. Can we interview you please Milady?"
Mahri looks up in surprise at the voice, silver-grey eyes darting around until they land on the red haired pixie and his son. "I know you," she says hoarsly, her voice nearly gone. "Ye wanna interview me?"
Sophie calls frantically to Flannagan to come out before he gets arrested himself. The pixie reporter eyes the lycan with the hoarse voice sympathetically. "Have you been tortured milady? Have they even given you any water. I wanna write an expose of the mistreatment of prisoners."
Mahri coughs to cover the bark of laughter. She can hear Sophie down in the Common and is, for a brief moment worried about the woman. "Aye, I just yell too much. Demandin' t'be let out. As ye can see, tha' ain't happenin'." Settling herself more comfortably into the corner she's wedged out for herself, the alpha stares at the pixie. "No one's tortured me, though. They jus' won' lemme out to run like I need t'. "
Sophie is cursing Flannagan and all the trouble he has caused her The reporter writes away in his notebook. Talking to himslef as he writes, as is his habit "Prisoner is so traumatised by the obvious torture she has suffered that she seemed to have blanked out all memory of it. Claims the jail is merely refusing to let her excersise." He turns to the lycan once more. "Can you tell me about knocking the wall over in your own words, please milady?"
Mahri blinks, her brow furrowing. "That ain't ..exactly..what I said." Clearing her throat, the lycan shifts a bit. "Knockin' over wall? Bloody hell I blew a good third of the damn thing up." Staring at the pixie, Mahri narrows her eyes, "Jus' what kind o' reporter are ye?" Licking her lips, the thought arises about just how tasty a snack the reporter would make.
Sophie sits down dejectedly to wait for Flannagan and Erasmus. Flannagan puffs out his chest proudly,at Mahri's question. I am without a doubt the most famous reporter in these lands. "You say you 'blew' it up. Using some sort of elemental magic to control the winds Are you sure you haven't been tortured? The official statement says explosives were used. Or are they trying to feed us a load of lies as per usual?"
Mahri inches forward, closer to the pixie as she does so, a slow change comes over the woman. She takes on the attitude of a predator while staring intently at the little winged male, "Oh, no. They got it right. Explosives." Now, her voice has changed again, becoming rougher. Canines and facial features elongate..oh, is this the beginning of a shift?
Sophie paces nervously in the room below, Flannagan is oblivious to any changes in Mahri. "Poor traumatised prisoner can only emptily repeat the official story. She still claims not to have been tortured, despite the fact that her face is an ugly mess. I wonder if they have even fed her, perhaps this reporter should make her a meal."
Mahri loves that the pixie is so oblivious, it makes the hunter extremely excited and while he talks, she completes her own change. (for lack of time we shant go into detail. Suffice to say it's not a pleasant process). Shaking off the remains of her clothing, the wolf stalks the pixie, taking advantage of his scribbling tendancies. In fact, he might feel warm breath wilting his wings before she snaps at the little man with those wicked canines.
Sophie feels the call of the wild, the sudden desire to hunt, perhaps something is seeping through the link she once had with Mahri. The reporter continues to scribble away. "The world must know about the terrible mistreatment of prisoners in this jail. I'll make sure this poor woman gets a good meal if it is the last thing I do." He passes his notebook to Erasmus. "Hold that a moment, would you son?"
Mahri would have laughed at how true, Flannagan's words were..except he is going to be the meal. Her head snaps forward and her jaws close around the pixie with a satisfied little growl. Settling onto her belly, the wolf ignores the son in favor of gnawing away at the father. It would seem, the interview is over for now.
Sophie is startled as Eramus Flannagan comes whizzing out of the arrow hole carrying his father's notebook. "Dad, nobly sacrificed himself, that the poor prisoner would not starve to death." He tells Sophie showing about as much regard for the truth as the late Flannagan. To give the lad credit however, he is weeping for his father. "He was a great man." Sophie goes into calm healer mode, "Are you sure he is dead, perhaps I might yet be able to revive him" The pixie nods "I am sure milady, he got eaten. He died as he lived, making sure that people know the truth."
I have now taken over as editor of this fine newspaper. Any submissions or advertisements please send them to my secretary Sophie. -- Erasmus Flannagan.