RP:Parsithius continues with Mahri
Mahri, who'd been facing the wall on the bed, yes a real bed (She'd been pleasantly surprised), simply let out a slow breath upon hearing the Knight's bellowing. Taking her sweet time, mostly to annoy Parsithius, the lycan rolls from herside to her back and finally swings her legs over the side. With her head bent, the sweep of her hair hides her features. "I ain't deaf, no need to yell for me." Slowly, she raises her head and the veil of darkness falls back over Mahri's shoulder, revealing the swollen left eye. In fact, the whole left side of her face is a pallet of black and blue with a cut that's slowly healing. "What can I do for ya?" As though she had a choice in staying or not?
Parsithius 's azure eyes scrutinized her face in careful, methodical perusal, and the knight betrays the slightest hint of the massive amount of guilt and sorrow over it only through a rare darkening of his usually light, piercing gaze. "Are you familiar with the name Beatrix Huxley?" Such thoughts of pain are swept aside; he shouldn't feel them in the first place. She betrayed him far too many times. He should -kill- her. But, that face resembled a pain and warped hatred for him that he could feel in tension. He had once served under this woman; his lips betray a the mouthing of a silent few words, some Parsithius had not even realized, 'why can she not kill me dead?' Because he refused to die. "Get her some water." His gaze back upon her, "And are familiar with something called The Jagged Opal of Dunsanuey?"
Mahri meets Parsithius gaze unflinchingly. Even if she's only able to see clearly through one eye, the cool reserve in her gaze isn't hard to miss. Once, her eyes darted towards the movement of lips catching only a few of the unspoken words that form upon them before drawing her gaze back up the King Consort. Mahri had long since given up trying to make amends with this male. His hatred and disgust went too deep for her to even begin to soften. However, this is not why we are here. Oh no. The questions have begun and she, the accomplished liar she's become, shrugs nonchalantly. "Heard of her? Only in passing. Isn't she the one who was killed a few nights ago?" When the water arrives, Mahri pushes from the bunk and strolls towards the enclosing bars as though she's not a care in the world. It's a good thing too because she takes the offered distraction of a drink to gather her thoughts. Licking an errant drop of water from her lip, she settles a bored look upon Parsithius and sighs heavily, "I may, in my wanderings, have heard of such a thing."
Parsithius nods slowly, understanding her ease and ability to play coy and dangerous by the amount of interaction that's had with the more nocturnal folk of Cenril's streets and pirate that harbor and hide in their coves. "You are bitter," he says. This is his interrogation, and the direction it leads may go only as he pleases. "I reacted because you attempted to kill me. I detained you because you were seen in the vicinity of Larket during the estimated time of the murder." A pause, before, "The murder of Beatrix Huxley." That blue gaze meets hers, "I suppose you're familiar with the attack of murdering, though I'm hardly convinced you're the killer. For as many times as you've designed my demise, I still stand here. I'm sure there are others," all spoken with a grim lack of emotion. Like stating facts. "But, when you want something, nobody is too valuable to lose. Another suspect claims to have seen Beatrix enter the forest with an animal companion. The only other shifter that we suspected and interrogated is... no longer with us. Explain your time in Larket that day."
Mahri curls her lips away from her teeth, hissing a breath between them. It takes considerable will power not to voice her objections to once actually wanting him dead, sure it'd fall on deaf ears anyway. However, she paced away from the bars and back again, creating a path between bed and bars. "I grew up here. Why shouldn't I be in Larket?" Pain laced her voice at the short explanation. There's more to it than she says, but Marhi'll be damned if she gives him the satisfaction of knowing more about her than anyone else does. "And another thing," she spits out, because she can't resist, "I have never plotted or attempted to kill you." Of course, she's killed others..and he may have a good reason for suspecting her in this case. "Now, if that's all, I demand to be let free."
Parsithius could not make up his mind. There was something victorious in providing this particular woman her desire, and the luxuries that others did not recieve. He held a soft spot for this woman; despite the antics of fate that pull her into situations of which she has betrayed him. Two of the three in which could've led to his death. Was mercy and a untrustworthiness all to expect of their meetings? "I cannot interrogate you. There is too much I want to know. Too much with no relevance to Beatrix, unless she was someone expendable in -another- attempt. Roldan will interrogate you. Or the Queen, if she desires, but I cannot." He turns from her.
Mahri say Pars...." she begins softly, "What is it you want to know?" She'll wait a second or two. "You get one question and I'll answer it, if I can.
Parsithius 's footsteps wane, ebb, and finally cease for a moment of which he looks back over his shoulder, "What happened to you?"
Mahri cocks her head to the left curiously and meanders toward the bars, sliding her arms between them to rest on some cross-bar or another. "What do you mean? You'll have to be a bit more specific."
Parsithius shakes his head, "Everything. You were honorable. Inspiring." Another shake of his head, and the man who's power is only claimed by marriage into royalty takes his unnervingly human, weary, and weathered frame, armored as it may be, out the door.
Mahri calls out to the retreating back, "I was never any of that damn you!" Great. Heap on the guilt and self-recriminations. Bastard.
Parsithius :: One of the guards clears his throat, causing a rather uneasy silence to come from their direction.
Related Pages:
- Larket
- Part of the Case of the Burned Baker Arc