RP:Jacklin proves a point

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The smell of fresh white paint hits you first as you enter the makeshift office of Larket's latest Sheriff's department. Several paper-strewn desks are packed into the windowless room along with a few hollow filing cabinets, waiting to be filled. Detailed maps of familiar Larket locales and wanted posters litter three of the walls. The fourth wall boasts several rows of rusty, secondhand shackles, obviously meant to temporarily house prisoners. With the current state of Larket's economy, very few luxuries are afforded the stalwart sheriff and his dauntless deputies. The only item of comfort is a steaming coffee pot sitting on a tiny stove on a table in the back of the office. Beside a sack of sugar and a bottle of nearly spoiled milk you see a fresh mug and wonder if the sheriff would mind if you helped yourself to some of his department's hard-earned coffee.


--Larket Sheriff's Office, Larket


Jacklin appears in the doorway followed by a pair of generic looking guards. Each dressed in a similar plating of Larket metals, their swords of equal caliber and craft. Turning her face to the side she ushers a nearly whisper of command to the men, “Just wait out here. I’ll come out when I’ve finished.” With a nod they prepare themselves by the doorway and the queen continues forward into the room. The lone, chained Achaedas is the immediate point of curiosity and she pulls a chair in front of him, “Hello there.”

Achaedas had been staring at his feet. For how long? Who knows. Few hours, probably. Might be a whole day. He'd been locked up in this very chamber for two days straight, which gets you rather, dehydrated. And rather insane too. "Ugh...." The feline groaned. "Oh? I get visited by the queen of Larket herself? I'll consider that an honor, won't I now?

Jacklin shrugs a single shoulder in response. “I don’t know. Not a lot of people really enjoy my visits and I imagine someone chained to a chair for killing my friend will be even less likely to welcome me.” A slender spear is released from binds on her back and placed against a nearby table, “So, tell me know, why did you want her dead? Was it for gold? Her family had a lot of it. Or too beautiful to resist? She was a doll…I’ll give you that.”

Achaedas shook his head, letting out a deep sigh. "Don't give me that nonsense, alright? I've grown tired of it. If i wanted her family's gold, why would I kill a lone family member wandering in a forest? If I wanted her body because she was beautiful, why would I end her life? Decay doesn't make on very much prettier, I can tell you that from experience." The feline took a deep breath, he was growing tired of all this, and he was gonna tell 'em the truth of it. "Just realive I have NOT killed said Bea....trez, was it?"

Jacklin wasn’t much of an investigator. Her skills in that area usually were comprised of getting the suspect good and drunk, taking them out into the woods, and…cutting them up a little. This was something entirely out of her comfort zone. Holding up leather-clad fingers she begins ticking off his reply, “If she died her father would have set a reward that you could gallantly accept by fingering the wrong man. Beauty…perhaps you wanted no other to have such a prize.” Clearing her throat in habit the human shook her head, “Her name was Beatrix.” Looking up into the eyes of Achaedas it seemed lack of respect for his life had been washed away. Steely gaze and tight jaw took its place, “Why should I believe you?”

Achaedas rolled with his eyes. "Oh come on. You didn't become queen of Larket because of stupidity, I know that. Isn't it obvious? I have absolutely no reason for murdering her. Also, I don't accuse other people of my crimes, 'and', I'm not really the jeaous type I"m afraid. Except that I'm jealous of the types who aren't stuck in this musty chamber for 2 days long, arrested by a town who has no jurisdiction over you 'at all', for a crime commited on somebody you do not even have met a single time in your bloody life!!" The feline was shouting at the end of that sentence, little drops of saliva flying in Jacklin's direction. His frustration was...rather dire at the moment, it seemed.

Jacklin lost a little of her not-too-solid composure just then. Standing up with such surprise that the chair below her rattled, lifting on two legs before falling safely again on all fours. Hand lashed outward and against the throat of the detained feline. The other hand, idle until now, snatched his chin and lifted it to look into her eyes directly. Fingers pressing his lids up to allow him full view of her rage, “You don’t speak to me like that. You’re the one sitting here in chains for -something-. Someone saw you here or they wouldn’t have reported it.” Releasing his chin with a jerk, his throat squeezed tightly before release. In an after thought she kicked his shin. Hard. Turning her face to wipe his spit from her cheeks and forehead, “Tell me right now who killed her.”

Achaedas didn't flinch while his throat was being practically crushed by the queen's hand. However, the thief grinded his teeth as the kick kicked in. With a little bit of renewed calm, he began to speak. "If the forest is off-limits to go, and it is a crime to be there, then make entry impossible. You want to know who killed her? If you truly want to know, I'll tell you as much as I know. A person. More than that, I do not know."

Jacklin straightened sharply. Lids lowered as she moved a step away from Achaedas, then another. Blindly her footsteps reached the table where Uabhasach sat bent against the tables lip. There was a reason the feline was bound within a chair. A reason Roldan had urged her to visit the man as soon as time would allow. Fingers adeptly reached for her spear and lifted the thin metallic object upwards with ease. With a tensed sigh she lifted the apex of her beloved weaponry beneath flaring nostrils. The arresting scent of blood and steel was quite the deadly combination to a bred warrior. I smelled, as men often said, like home. Home, she was stuck at the word. Larket was her home now and this man…this feline dared to come into her house and kill a member of the Larketian family. Wrinkled and scared features soured, contorting into a façade of perfect stoic creation. Turning back to face Achaedas she stood eerily still and stared. Stared at the chains, the face, the body, fingers, skin, eyes, lips…it was all accounted for. Finally, as if by the force of another, she spoke while taking a step forward, “You killed her, didn’t you?” A low growl was mingled with the words now, muscles tensing as another step was taken, “You liar!”

Achaedas's eyes were focused on the spear. "Heh...Gonna kill me? Even you, queen of Larket, will feel the regret when you find out another person has slaughtered this "Beatrix". Awful name by the way. But for good measure I will say this one more, and probably last time, seeing you've already grabbed for your spear in your incompenent, blind anger "I DID NOT KILL HER!!!!!"

Jacklin had entered the realm of blind fury now. Fingers twitched and trembled along the neck of Uabhasach as she stalked closer still to the feline chained into the lone chair. It would have been a pathetic sight to just nearly anyone else. To Jacklin, it was so beautiful a thing. Some liked sunrises, babies, and flowers. Jack liked seeing the life fade from the face of an enemy of total stranger. At his bellow she reacted in the most visceral of manners and lunched. Hand immediately fell apart along the spear, one at the top the other near the bottom for better maneuvering. Another bound and she landed just before the seated feline. There was no turning back now. Abdomen twisted to the right, arms rearing backwards to gain maximum potential against the murderer. “You may not have killed her but I’ll kill you,” she grunted with all the feral fury she could muster. And for Jack…it was a lot. The release came in a single, fluid motion. Uabhasach was sent directly into the throat of Achaedas. Such force had the woman created, the apex of her tool cutting cleanly through to the other side where it emerged in a gentle ‘pop’ of flesh and muscle being ripped from their respective places. The sounds of death were often worse than the act itself. The guards outside would surely be privy to the gruesome glee which fueled the Executioner forward. It was a job she had been bred to do, taught in youth, driven to complete. And so she did so with deftness often unseen. Stumbling forward the chair fell by sheer impact, Achaedas’s neck still on the spear it drifted gently downward leaving behind a trail of life. Uabhasach was buried into the wood until the feline’s neck reached the floor. From there the human wrenched the spear from flesh, bare foot planted atop the chest of the fallen murderer. For good measure, as Jacklin always seemed to enact, Uabhasach plummeted again with the force of the queen’s upper body into where his heart would surely be. There would be no doubt of death here…only promise. Panting came in gurgled now, hands wet with the suspect’s blood and arms soaked with the mixture of crimson and perspiration. Beatrix would be pleased. Wiping cheeks and forehead she removed Uabhasach with no small effort, ribs cracking and splintering as she moved metal back and fourth. Then there was silence. A silence which the elder human took as a sign to leave this place, leave the body of a murderer behind. She didn’t know if he was a murderer really…but she knew what she was. Taking a final, fleeting look at Achaedas she departed leaving the red footprints behind. It was a sure sign of the bare-footed Executioner and her completion of a task.


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