RP:Rory takes his turn questioning Mahri
Jacklin was utterly and completely exhausted from a day of drinking, worrying, and napping at random intervals to avoid questions from whatever new detective was on the premises that day. A pair of generic Larket guards followed behind her, faltering at the entrance to the office and setting themselves at each side in watch. Rory would hopefully be following at her heels and as they reached the belly of the investigational beast a hand gestured to the woman at the center of it all. At least for now…"That's Mahri. I have her thumb on my desk and once I found her at a tavern with my naked soon-to-be husband. Question away, Knight."
Rory walked behind Jacklin as she moved into the office of Sir Roldan and took his silent place beside her. In his hands a stack of papers was being flipped through by clammy hands as he listened to what the queen said about Mahri. "She seems like a very nice woman in that case." Peeling a paper back he showed it to Mahri "They already questioned you about her so there is no use. I will ask about the library instead, have you ever been there?"
Parsithius 's entrance is riddled with the 'click' of armored greaves, but his approach is something heard in the distance that could be deciphered through a code of this windy afternoon ambiance only as it came closer to the threshold of the Sheriff's Quarter's. He hadn't an idea of where his wife might be, and although he would've liked to have explained to her that his office is not a brothel for Councilman, that he was ignorant of the event, and severed both Ault and the prostitute's head, he couldn't find her -and this case was most pressing. The door that closed behind Rory is swift to be opened by the King Consort, who's features would've spelled doom for the lycaness judging by the growing frustration in his face -a short-lived expression, because her is the woman who blames him, a new detective, an audiance of guards, and another woman who continuously fails at assassinating the blonde.
Jacklin tosses a stoic, steely glance to the newly appearing King and all the clatter that follows him throughout Hollow. Continuing her charge of silence she tilts attention to Mahri and Rory.
Mahri ignores Larkets Queen. How rude.
Parsithius 's upper lip curls in a look of distaste upon their latest prisoner, all objectified moments set aside for harsh realities and thicker conquest. His azure eyes move toward Rory, then, scrutinizing the new blood with a methodical and meticulous stare -one that bears no hostility,but rather a sort of expectant quality. He expects the young Knight to succeed, as he has with all knights.
Rory nods to the question of Mahri, "I went for the first time last night as they told me to do and didn't return until I searched the place clean. There was a moldy door there but I did not investigate it maybe so much as I ought to have. Why do you visit the library? There are plenty more of them around. Does Cenril have a good selection of books?"
Mahri is, by now, rather sure that this interrigator is a bit out of his league and settles in for a good round of words. "Of course it does. Why else would I go there?" He simply wasn't asking the right questions.." Why don't you ask His Majesty why he searched it? Ask him what he found. I certainly didn't find anything except w hat I was looking for."
Rory let a few pages fall to the ground as he looked for the drawn picture of Beatrix he got from one of the other guards on duty that day. Picking the papers from the floor he looked to Mahri and then to Parsithius. Now there was two leaders of the city looking down his back for errors. "I think you were looking for trouble and you found it there." Stacking the picked up papers on the desk he looked to Parsithius for help. He was not a very good at this.
Mahri was, quite primally, a wolf circling for the kill. She almost felt sorry for the young night. A burst of laughter, than has nothing to do with humor, spills from her lips and she looks from one to the other. "Trouble finds me, darlin'. I don't have to go looking." Confident now, she leans against the bars that seperate her from the jailers. "If you ain't got nothin' more, I suggest ye let me go."
Parsithius looks toward Rory first with the utmost regard; he was having trouble, and judging by the look, he needs some help. Parsithius is not a mean King Consort, and it's made evident by the sudden 'click' of armor as he pushes from the wall, taking methodical strides toward the cage. He speaks:
Parsithius said to Mahri, ""You co-operated with your arrest until we reached the library, and upon approaching the door you attempted to kill me, which names the third time in my life that you have. You have motive to kill Beatrix if only to attempt to harm Larket as a city, though you confessed that you may know something about the stone. You will answer, and specifically, or I will simply hang you for your attack on me at the library. That would put to rest a thorn in my side, a thorn that is you."
Mahri said to Parsithius, "I know a lot about stones, Majesty." Shimmering gray is turned on the more experienced knight. "Attack you? Yes, I admit to that, however, you should have used cuffs made from silver." She hardly even touches on motive. "I believe though, it was you who threatened me first. Can hardly blame a girl for trying to keep her freedom, can you?"
Parsithius gestures toward Mahri, turning slightly to send his voice and attention toward the new Knight, "You have to read past their words. The suspect claims things that may be true, like me threatening her, but why she waited until the library, and so close to that door in the back, still remains a mystery. She has more motive than most, and is known to consort with criminal rings. It's at this point where we remind them that they look really guilty right now, and the best thing they can do is try to counter our evidence and prove their innocence."
Rory nodded to Parsithius as he informed him of better skills when trying to interrogate. "Jacklin said you were naked with her in a tavern and she had her thumb on her desk. Should I write that for her past? I don't know if that would be helpful to put you slept with the suspect in our report but she could be getting back at you by killing that Beatrix girl because you didn't want to continue with her." Taking a few more notes he nodded to both of the King and Mahri, "I need to return this sketch to another investigator now if you don't mind my leave." Saluting Parsithius he exited the room.
Mahri stares, wide eyed at Rory and chokes back a few choice words that further degredate his ability to produce offspring.
Parsithius's eyes snap toward Rory upon his words with an intensity fueled by the accusation that the man dared to make; he would thrust his gauntlet forward with the intention of wrapping it around the younger man's collar and lifting him from the ground. "I did not sleep with her. I was not naked. If you say any of that again, my honor will dictate for me to take your tongue."
Mahri sniffs in apparently agreement with Parsithius. For once. "Right. I was naked and he was keeping me alive. Nearly froze to death, I did." Making a show of jerking down the hem of her shirt, the lycan turns her back on the trio--now duo--. What they don't see is the furtive glances she casts around, as though anxious about something. "So, ah. Gonna let me out or what?"
Jacklin gave a belated, but length sigh as she took a pause to look at both the wolf-thing and Parsithius. After the night before she couldn't afford to be cordial any longer. "Can't say I'm surprised, Mahri. You always got what you wanted when it came to men. Maybe Rory will throw you a bone one of these days. Sate that cheap thirst of yours." Locking jaw the elder human spun from her place holding to wall up. To the Knight she offered a curt nod before exiting the office in one fluid motion, guards following at her heel.
Parsithius action : is fairly shocked at the situation.
Mahri glares at Parsithius. "That's why she hates me! Never gave her a reason to, now she does. I blame you!" Spinning away from the obviously shocked male, Mahri stalks the length of the cell, then the width. Somewhere along the way, her shirt tail pulls out of the leather waist of her pants, one small piece missing and frayed.
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