RP:Interviewing the Half Breed
Cecilnezuto was sitting back in the room, patiently waiting for the knight to come back and question him, though he hadn't a clue as to why or what for. As he looked around the simple room, he pondered some things through his mind. He'd visited Larket several times for purchasing goods and equipment, but never really stayed for long or approached others too often. Though, he did know many looked down on him just for his being a 'half-breed', as they called it. Possibly, he'd think to himself, that was the reasoning behind this situation.
Parsithius 's entrance in to the room which holds Cecilnezuto is rather bland; the 'click' of platemail greaves orchestrates the sound followed by the 'creak' of the door being parted, swung ajar by a manipulating gauntlet. Upon stepping within, the knight closes the door behind him, before turning, and narrowing azure eyes upon the other in scrutiny. "Do you know who I am?"
Cecilnezuto as he heard the sound of heavy and armoured footsteps approach, he looked to the door. As he looked over, he saw the knight whom seemed to be in charge walk in and shut the door. Noticing the narrowing of eyes, Cecil would lock his own crimsons on the knights, before responding to the mans question, "Nay, Sir Knight, I do not. I fear I do not know many in Larket." This was said in politeness to a fellow knight
Tiphareth makes his way toward the door, seeing the King Consort was finished with him and set on investigating the Knight Cecil, though just as the Eldermage pushes upon the door, the Queen and Sheriff make there way into the offices.
Jacklinwas halted from entering by a pair of finicky guards barely turning their eyes to notice her. Eventually, after a gruff clearing of throat, she gained entry to the office where she stood just to the right of the door. Face wrinkled and ruffled from a night of worry coupled with a bottle of bad whiskey only intensified her fury. So there she would seethe while the questioning continued.
Parsithius nods slightly, his hair taking the wake of the action by rippling golden tresses along a silver-hued platemail, of which is stained with several crimson splotches from brawls and battles so long ago. "I am Parsithius Invernizzi Mediccino, King Consort of Larket." And that's all that he offers him so far, as the methodical 'click' of greaves brings him to the table. The human eases into the chair across from Cecil, before settling papers between them and withdrawing the top of it; atop there is a portrait of the young woman murdered, when she was alive. "Have you ever seen this woman before?"
Parsithius 's elite Larketian Knights are here, who watch Tiphareth suspiciously. But one has the gall to approach the queen, "My Queen, shall I notify the general of your presence?"
Tiphareth notes the look upon Jacklin's face, the Drow curious if his long time friend actually considered him a guilty party. He expected suspicion from the sheriff and even from the King Consort, though he did not foresee such a response from the Queen.
Cecilnezuto would likewise introduce himself with a courteous nod, "And I am Cecil 'Winterwing' Nezuto, Knight of the Balance." As he finished speaking, the Parsithius had sat and showed him a picture of a young woman. After hearing the question, he'd nod, "Aye, but only in passing. I've seen her at the Red Ogre, when I've stopped in for a drink or a bite. Never spoke to her, though."
Parsithius continues to eye the half-breed across from him with that methodically perusing gaze, holding it fair that he is studying and chronicling the words and antics of the other within his mind for future reference. "When did you last see her?" He asks, after a pause, his eyes intent on the other's answer. The knight that approached the Queen however, had suddenly widened his eyes and quickly retreated to the corner at which he was assigned. Tension is beyond high in that room, because of the Queen's words; yet, they all wanted to capture the killer.
Cecilnezuto thought on the question for a moment, his crimson hues looking up from the picture as he responded, "I believe I saw her just the other night, she seemed occupied and was drinking rather heavily. When I asked the owner if he knew what troubled the lass, he said he wasn't sure, but that she had come there often."
Parsithius reminds himself to speak to the barkeep in the future, if the soldiers had not already.
Jacklin snakes eyes to where the Tiphareth began his departure from the office entirely. A passing thought bubbled into voice before she had the mind to choke it down, "If you killed her I will hate you." It was nothing profound. Not a promise of might or weight or even resonance to the listener. But for Jack it was brutally honest. Her hate was the wrong thing to slither beneath. Lips pursed closed sharply and the human returned to her silent statue stance. No more words would be released.
Tiphareth 's mental inquiry was instantly answered by Jacklin's matter-of-fact statement. The previous smile upon his face displaying his amusement at being considered among the suspects immediately transformed into the stoic visage he maintained in only the most dire of times. Iniquitous claret eyes narrowing unseen behind the spider silk veil about his face. Her reaction was a disappointment to say the least, but it was her reaction nonetheless and it would remain among the more vivid of memories within his aged mind. Continuing past the Executioner, Tiphareth continues outward through the door.
Parsithius tilts his head, "You wouldn't be able to leave it at that. Your honor must've made you act on your beliefs. You would've certainly approached her. Or at least tailed her to make certain she was alright, would you not have... -knight-?"
Cecilnezuto nodded at the fellow knights words, no matter if they were harsh, "Aye, I would have, but consider this, also; one that looks like myself, knight or no, following a drunken, troubled lass would certainly invoke some rather decent suspicion, would it not? Besides, I could smell the mana exuding from her person and know it was rather strong and I had no intentions of becoming a roasted....'half-breed'." This last part was said with disgust, he'd always hated that term, but it was the only way to say it currently
Parsithius now narrows his eyes, watching Cecilnezuto with more intensity, "So you forsook your honor because of a fear that you would be killed?"
Cecilnezuto would sigh, "Nay, it would be against the delicate balance I follow, but I did watch from a distance." He'd reply, making note of his wings, "These aren't just for show. I stayed above the treetops of the nearby woods and it appeared she was following the path towards a house, which I'd assumed was her home. I likewise assumed that her parents, if she indeed has them, would possibly be outside and waiting to see her at such a late hour. When the trees became too thick and a more dire matter called for my attention, I left."
Parsithius nods, "In which direction did the path lead?"
Cecilnezuto say : It looked as if it lead to the northwest from the towns northern exit
Parsithius continues to watch the knight for a moment, still not having told the half-breed why he was brought in. "Was anyone with her?"
Cecilnezuto shook his head, "Nay, she was alone. 'Tis possible she had a small pet on her, but I couldn't catch it's scent, if there was."
Parsithius sayto Cecilnezuto : Perhaps you should not have left her. She died that night. You are dismissed. Be prepared for others to detain and question you.
Cecilnezuto nodded, "I'm sorry to hear that, I hope that more is found about it that I may help with, somehow, to atone for failing my duties as a knight." He'd rise, a grim look on his face. He knew all innocents couldn't be saved, but it still troubled him to know he'd failed his duties
Parsithius with that, leaves the office, likely to find the Queen.
Parsithius 's guard returns Cecil's sword.
Parsithius~give Cecilnezuto 1 Grey Blade of Symmetry
Cecilnezuto had accepted his weapon back and followed the Consort out of the building and continued on his way, many new things now in his mind.
Related Pages:
- Larket
- Part of the Case of the Burned Baker Arc