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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Mar 24, 2009 19:52:21 GMT -5
If you need a Review Board to be allowed back into the school, OR have criminal charges you wish to talk you way out of, this is where you should post. Multiple people can post here at once for the sake of speed, but each of you will be in here ALONE unless you should wish to go with someone else IG.
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The room was well decorated. Pictures, awards, sculptures and the such adorned the room. 5 beautifully crafted cushioned chairs arched around the back of the room around a large desk, and alone on the other side of the desk a single, simple, wooden chair on a small patch of carpet. The dead center of the room, with all attention on it.
The five large chairs were occupied by five very different people.
The first being an older man, maybe in his fifties. His hair almost completely gray, and his eyes starting to lose their color, though they had a piercing gaze that seemed to rip into people.
The second chair changed. Sometimes it was empty, and some times it was filled by an extravagantly beautiful red haired fairy. She wore a smile about her face and twirled a small trinket through her fingers absentmindedly.
The third chair looked to have been a cats scratching post, occupied by a teenage boy it appeared. The hand rests were clawed and peeling, and he seemed likely to jump up and start raving like a lunatic.
The fourth chair was held by an older women, who sat calmly and patiently, though she wore and expression of the utmost business type. She sat up seriously and devoted her full attention to the single lone chair.
The last chair was occupied by a man, a tall and regal man. He acted with a sense of grace and curtsy one might expect from royalty, and wore a smile constantly.
These five would be the ones awaiting those who entered this room.
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Apr 3, 2009 21:36:22 GMT -5
Leo was never one to be intimidated. He hadn't been nervous in front of a judge, so why should he be nervous in front of a judge with super powers? It really wasn't that much of a difference.
And as he opened the door he arched an eyebrow at the set up. These people sure took themselves seriously here. Shrugging he moved around to the chair set in the middle of the room, and leaned against it, not sitting down. He came here on their rules, but that didn't mean he was letting them call all of the shots. The business women looked up at his from under her glasses.
[purple]"..You would be...Leo..." She arched an eyebrow at the name on her board.[/purple]
Leo just waved his hand. "Don't waste your breath trying, just Leo will tell me who ya are talking to. Now what am I really here for?" A valid question. Did they want to decide his punishment, hear the story, enlist him for some super elite killing squad?
No, that was unlikely. If the women was bothered by Leo's attitude, she didn't show it.
[purple]"Very well Leo, you are here to explain your actions on the day of February 7th. Do you recall what happened then?"[/purple]
"Yeah sure I do, couldn't quite forget it with that Nia chick making so many enemies so quickly, I mean-"
But the young girl flashed into existence before Leo and looked at him with a smile.
[pink]"Can't you pleassssse tell us what happened that day? What you saw? It'd be ever so helpful!"[/pink]
Leo was taken aback by the appearence of the girl in front of him, and her borderline flirtatious manner, but he seemed to want to tell the truth to her. Not like the truth was hard to figure out.
"Well it's pretty simple really." Leo said, ruffling his hair. "I didn't know what had happened, that Nia chick made her little announcement. It didn't sit well with me, you know? Leaving some kids all alone just isn't right-"
Before he could continue though, the older man who looked nearly blind tapped his hand loudly on his chair arm, and Leo could sense that meant something by how everyone's reactions changed. It was the jittery young man, who seemed only a few years older then Leo, that spoke next.
[blue]"Perhaps, you felt something more like apathy? Or just wanting to cause trouble? Or maybe just a desire for blood?" He sniffed the air once or twice. "Oh really now? Is THAT how you're still alive without or hospitals picking you up..."[/blue] Once again, the atmosphere in the room changed, and Leo found himself quickly at a disadvantage. The business women spoke again.
[purple]"You have a charge of Manslaughter on your record that we removed from it in return for you coming here, but if you continue to betray the chances we have given you, we will rectify the mistake we made. I will not ask you again tell the truth".[/purple]
Leo started again, though this time it was the truth. How he jumped into the fight because Eve seemed to care, and that he liked a fight. How he had figured out the best way to attack Nia, and his execution of it. (After hearing his explanation of it the fae girl blushed profusely, and the jittery man burst into a fit of laughter for a solid 5 minutes.) He went so far as to include the...change as it were. After he had finished, the regal man, who had thus far been silent.
"I think, perhaps, he finally came clean. And I believe I have made a decision on this matter. First off, we cannot have a newly turned lycan out with it's Alpha being missing, and not the best role model either. So I will leave him with two choices, we can cure it, or he can accept Jerik here as his new Alpha." He said, gesturing to the younger man, who just groaned. "In regards to his staying here, though his actions may not have had the correct moral recourse of them, things might have turned out very differently form the four kidnapped students if he hadn't almost gotten himself killed to stop Nia's blast. That surely would have disabled most of the run-aways, leaving for no chance that they could have rescued the children. I am in support of keeping this one here, under surveillance. Any objections?"
The one named Jerik looked like he was thinking about it, but said nothing.
The business women looked up and flipped her hand at him. [purple]"We will expect your decision on your 'condition' in 12 hours time. Please think it over carefully."[/purple]
Leo didn't need to be told twice to leave that room, a good deal more intimidated then he was when he entered.
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Apr 11, 2009 15:44:13 GMT -5
I believe this is where you told me to go. Sorry it took so long.
"Where do I go to be 'judged by my own race'?" Cylo asked as he walked into the room, looking around as if for someone who was very obviously a demon. His eyes, however, didn't fall on any of the people doing the judging, not even once. "That seems like my best option. It was a fae who started the whole mess, and humans who kidnapped the kids in the first place..."
He had made his way to the chair by then, and, just like Leo, he simply stood behind it. His eyes finally reached the five gathered there. "Not that I have anything against fae or humans. Heck, I've got family..." He left it at that. He was sure the people in charge would know of his eclectic family, since most of them had been enrolled at the Academy until very recently.
"And please, I ask you this with all due respect and seriousness, can we make this quick? I've heard enough law-babble out of my uncle Trevor to last me a lifetime. Don't become a lawyer." He said the last bit as if it were heartfelt advice, though who he was talking to was debatable, as most of the assembled had likely already chosen a career, as judges if nothing else.
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Apr 12, 2009 19:48:53 GMT -5
Cylo's little rant was dealt with, and it was quite obvious that at least two of those gathered showed any reaction to his attitude.
That would be the young, skinny man and the fae girl. He rolled his eyes and slouched in his chair, while she giggled inanely.
"Silly boy, doesn't he know it's no FUN if its over quick?"
However, the older woman stood up instead, meeting Cylo's gaze.
"Very well, but first, sit down in your chair"
Cylo would find himself unable to resist a simple order, and found himself in his seat. At that the older women sat down, and she waved her hand as if giving someone else the floor.
"He is all yours, try not to harm him, I'd rather not have to deal with all the bother of it." Said the senior man.
Cylo would begin to see something odd, as the room, and the people in it melted away. Even the chair that he was sitting on seemed to dissolve and fall away, he would also start to feel a small headache.
All that was left was darkness, and he could still see the man who was in the first chair. He might have noticed that the eyes that were once cloudy and white were now red. This man stood alone in the darkness, as a cloudy and hazily brown picture began to form. However it was as if a camera was out of focus, unclear. As his eyes adjusted he could start to see the Antechamber coming into view, filled to the brim with students and staff. But as it started to form it also started to wavy and become distorted. As it did, Cylo's headache would grow. A foreign voice would echo in his mind.
"Fighting it will only make it more painful, stop."
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Apr 13, 2009 14:27:17 GMT -5
Cylo didn't try to resist the simple order, but he did try to manipulate it. Or rather, he tried not to but did anyway, quite automatically. Sometimes being inherently difficult made things, well difficult; his body started moving, without his accord, toward, as the woman had ordered, his chair, that being the one in his room, the one he sat at to do his homework. He hoped they wouldn't be under the impression this was his attempt at resisting, but he'd only taken two steps toward the door anyway before he convinced himself the chair he had been standing behind was also 'his' chair, and probably what the insistent voice wanted him to sit in.
That resolved, he became acquainted with Sir Demon.
He watched with interest the scene developing around him, and a hint of recognition passed through him, replacing his good-naturedly curious look with a knowing smile.
"Why would I fight it?" Cylo said/thought genially. "I love movies." He then proceeded to look around, as best as he could manage in the current state of affairs, for himself. It was rare one got a chance for a look at one's self in 3D, and he wasn't about to it up. It occurred to him, though, that he might be seeing things from his own eyes, so he instead just went with the flow, waiting for the whole thing to be over with. He may have made light of the situation, but he really wasn't keen on seeing the damage he'd caused again. Unlike some, he's made a calculated decision in rebelling, and hadn't reveled in the fighting he had to do because of it at all. At least, not inwardly. Outwardly, hesitance was dangerous. Outwardly, he loved every fight he got it. It was perhaps not until afterward that he had a spare moment to feel rotten for the Agents that would bedridden while they recovered the energy he stole.
The people at the lab got less sympathy, but still, they were people and they'd had lives. If it wasn't his life or theirs he might have taken it easy on them. If it wasn't his life or theirs, Stephens might still be alive. Then again, there was that hair...
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Apr 14, 2009 18:18:12 GMT -5
Cylo would see himself in the malestrom of a fight currently, to his back the boy who had gotten charbroiled by Nia's blast. The scene was Cylo fighting the ripped agent, and the scene seemed to stop as the voice spoke in his head again, since the mouth was not moving.
"Why? You did not know any of them. What reason?"
The fight continued, Cylo would see himself draining the energy from his opponents, how they swayed and faltered. He was also able to see now what exactly the other people had been doing while he fighting, including Leo's 'suppression tactic'. It was that moment that he saw some things he had missed the first time around, two of the people he had drained were struck in the chest by lances of light, he himself was riddled, he saw Leo arc through the air and slam into the ground, and he saw the people blasted by light all around the room.
"You contributed to that. While you did not cause it, you made it possible. Those two agents were hospitalized for a week before they were released, with major nerve damage. It may take them months to fully recover."
He saw Kirien run over to him, and the scene began to change. "So...why? Why did you engage in the fight?"
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Apr 16, 2009 17:10:53 GMT -5
This demon struck Cylo as the sort of person who would have a hard time understanding the concept of compassion. If he really had to ask why Cylo had decided that ignoring the plight of the kidnapped children was a bad idea, and thus decided to help Karmine in his escape, thereby starting the whole ordeal, then Cylo sure had his work cut out for him.
"I don't need to know them. They're kids and they needed our help. Hell, even if they weren't kids I would have helped them. Sweeping it under the rug solves nothing. It just tells the people who did it that they can do it again and we'll take it lying down."
He watched with interest the parts of the story he'd missed last time, cursing under his breath as he noticed the Agents he'd drained get hit.
"Yeah, well, they'd be crisped if I hadn't thrown them to the ground, and Mister Eager-For-A-Fight here, with the spikes, would have been fried too. He came out of it without a scratch and I bet he still wants to kill me. Ungrateful..."
He trailed off as he saw Kirien approach, and a smile came unbidden to his face, replaced by a bitter look as the scene shifted.
"I have a lot of brothers and sisters. If they were kidnapped and no one tried to help them, I wouldn't be very happy. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't help, not to mention a terrible person. But I wouldn't expect the Academy to understand ethics. That's an entirely too human a concept, apparently."
The irony of his being a demon seemed to have gone over his head.
"At least you've given us a chance to explain ourselves."
Kinda crap, but I'm not in the moooood. It's gorgeous outside (:
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Apr 18, 2009 22:24:39 GMT -5
"I see...if that is your decision..."
The world seemed to fade out again, and Cylo would find himself stuck in a wall. Well, it is hard to be stuck in anything when you are revisiting your own memories, but still it was a little creepy to be half in and out of a wall. However time was not moving here, it was a still shot. He saw himself once again, and he was in a crowded stairwell, reaching towards a mans belt. He was plucking a pin from a grenade, and time had stopped just as he had removed the pin.
"Six people here, dead. That one, with his back to you, he had a wife and a 3 year old son. Job as a security guard to feed his family, he resented his work but could find no other way to support his family. And the one whose belt you plucked that pin, his daughter is getting married next week. A tragic ceremony do you not think? Was it really needed? Was their death necessary? You killed for the 'sake of many'. But the few who paid for it go far beyond the people themselves, but to the innocent people connected to them. You live recklessly, that is common for our race, but you need to see clearly enough what reckless behavior causes."
Silence for a brief moment.
"Besides, you already know what the last location on this trip is, as much as I doubt you wish to see it."
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Apr 18, 2009 22:56:38 GMT -5
Cylo had to smile, seeing himself pull the pin. That had been some quick thinking, and some quicker movement. He almost, almost, convinced himself that the man behind this memory-on-steroids was going to commend him on saving his companions or something like that, but the reality soon caught up with him.
"The grenades were their idea," he said. shrugging as best as he could given the situation. "Besides, you skipped the part where they threw one back and blew my feet up. Actually, I think they threw both back, and the big guy tossed the other one at them. I'm no lawyer, but I've played my fair share of video games, and that probably counts as his kill."
Making light of the situation was Cylo's way of taking his mind off the guilt this guy was pouring down his throat. He didn't want it, he didn't need it, and it sure wasn't going to accomplish anything. He had a family too, but he didn't support them by working for illegal corporations. The guy should've read his contract better, and maybe thought twice when grenades and automatic weapons came standard issue.
"And if that isn't enough, they were already shooting at me. They totally started it. I didn't lay a hand on them until they blew their front door at me and started shooting."
He shrugged again as the demon spoke of the obvious final destination. "Look, I'd rather not have seen any of these people get hurt. But you know what? They did. And those four kids are safe because of it. Maybe if the Academy had helped, we could've got in and out with no loss of life, but that just wasn't the case, was it? Vigilantes don't pop up for no reason; they do what they do because the people who are supposed to be enforcing the law aren't doing their job."
He took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to get worked up. "I know you're just doing your job, but if you really think I was in the wrong, then it's not too hard to see how that Nia chick managed to OK the cover-up after all. There were consequences, sure, but the price of peace is conflict, and I'd do it again, if I had to."
"Of course, with what I know now, less people would get hurt..."
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on Apr 24, 2009 23:14:42 GMT -5
If Cylo thought he was safe in his thoughts, he was very much so mistaken. A Demon of the Mind is a force of nature when traveling the mind-scape.
That was a fact that may have just saved Cylo's life.
"You've never done anything you knew was wrong for a good reason? Like slitting a man's throat to protect children? I am quite sure you would not like to be on the other side of the conflict if these peoples families decide to seek revenge on you. You could have found another way, you just didn't give a damn. Easiest way out, let the family cover the mess? Your species makes you impossible to kill, but banishment back to your world is always an option. If you continue to act without thought of the repercussions, it will be a short existence here for you."
And the scene melted away again, and of course Cylo would find himself in the focal point of this whole little adventure. Five children here, and him on top of a mountain of a man with a knife digging into his throat, the spray of blood frozen in mid air.
He could drink it all in. Garion and Morgan's eyes glued to him, the young boy Matt huddled in a corner peeking from between his arms, clearly terrified, and the child genius attempting to block the young fairy from the sight of it, his own eyes wide and frozen in fear.
"You may have saved the bodies, the life force continues...but the mind. Garion Deluse has suffered enormous psycological trauma from this moment, and you were just another addition to the stressed psyche of the young Fairy. Indeed the young newblood in the corner may have just snapped to the level of insanity, passed even what I can do, and all because you couldn't think of a better way? So you 'did what you could'? Don't make excuses for your failures, and don't justify them boy. You may have saved from physical damage, but the mental damage is something that cannot be healed from a stint in a hospital. Tell me, did you ever think about putting the knife through the mans leg? Most humans cannot run with a knife wound, surely the law enforcement would have been able to track him down, or perhaps using your speed to otherwise incapacitate him? You had other alternatives, you just ignored them for the sake of the 'easy way out'."
The man scoffed and the scene melted away into darkness again.
"To spite what you hide, it is only the fact that you do feel remorse for the outcome that spares you from the fate you sowed."
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on Apr 26, 2009 13:29:28 GMT -5
Cylo was beginning to wish he could tune this guy out. On top of the fact that this was all taking much longer than he would have liked, the fact that he had to listen to the other demon condemn his actions and the choices he made was really bothering him. He was a demon of the mind, was he not? Cylo had given him access, with no resistance, to his memories, had he not? The demon could read his mind even here, could he not? So why the hell did he keep telling him all this crap he already knew and had spent hours upon hours mulling over?
He didn't bother 'voicing' the thought; he figured the message would get across one way or another.
"There's a big difference between defending someone, and taking a highly illegal job to support your family. Don't believe me? Ask the law books."
He was interested, though, in the fact that the other demon mentioned banishment to the demonic plane. He didn't even know they could do that. He kept that in mind; it would definitely have to be something he looked into after all of this. Unless they decided to just banish him, in which case he could do his research firsthand. But on top of this, there was a twinge as he remembered just how wrong his prosecutor was in saying demons were impossible to kill. He'd seen that disproved right before his eyes, the first example of many he'd experienced of the Academy letting terrible things happen right beneath his nose.
By the time he'd come out of his daze, the other demon was talking to him again. It took him a moment to make sense of the words.
"Huh? If they died, I don't think a stint in the hospital would have healed that. And I'm sure those people weren't only physically hurting the kids either. And as for that big guy, you're right; most humans can't run with a knife wound, but clearly you haven't taken a good look at the guy. Zoom in or something; check him out. I wouldn't be surprised if he could run with a dozen knife wounds. In fact, I'm kind of surprised he didn't shrug off a knife to the throat. Geeeez."
It was a shame, Cylo thought, that the man hadn't been on his side. He had to admire not only his physical prowess, but his dedication. Why couldn't his head have been in the right place as well?
"Alright, alright," Cylo protested. "You can tell I feel sorry. Whoop de do. Can we just get to the punishment part, please? Banish me or lock me up or make me do community service or whatever, just please, stop with the unnecessary interrogation." He paused for a moment to contemplate something. "Unless this is the punishment, in which case, very clever of you!"
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on May 7, 2009 20:55:35 GMT -5
"ENOUGH!" The voice boomed in Cylo's ears, it was deafening. And as quickly as the world formed, it faded away, back to the conference room where Cylo now found himself sitting. The small clock on the wall would read the same time that he last looked. The entire ordeal was between two ticks of a clock. Almost instantly the young Fae girl snapped upright, he body going rigid as she spoke monotone.
"He is arrogant, self righteous, and has no ability to see the other side of situations should he believe he is correct. A stubborn mule, in short. I suggest the discussed upon action."
And then she slumped back into her chair, her head snapping up as she looked at the Demon.
"Why'dya always use ME?! It's creepy to have you inside my head!" She whined, clearly upset by being used like a doll.
As if to stop the argument, the older women stood up and clacked her heel on the ground to bring order.
"A decision has been reached Cylo. You have two options, the first is to go to jail for the crimes you have committed, and to suffer your sentence."
She let this hang in the air, like an axe ready to fall.
"The other option, is a 25 year commitment to the Academy as an Agent. You will begin trainning next week, and will serve as an aide to a more experienced Agent, until deemed worthy to carry out your own missions. This will teach you a good deal of maturity and, something you seem to lack, accountability."
"As is always true, the choice is yours. But I cannot allow you to leave here before making it, wouldn't want you running off and endangering your family."
She sat cross legged, awaiting his response.
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on May 8, 2009 20:09:05 GMT -5
Cylo was doing his best to stop the ringing in his ears, but he could still make out the demon's diagnosis of him as they returned to the 'real world'.
"Hey, I don't go around calling you names," he protested, though he sounded only half-concerned. Probably because he was still concentrating on trying to get his hear back after the roar. He contemplated suing, but shook the thought from his head; all this legal crap was getting to him, he figured, as that would never have occurred to him before.
Cylo shifted his attention to the woman who was trying to break her heels as she spoke. He had a question about the whole jail thing, but thought it would be best to wait, as the second option might be enticing enough that it wouldn't matter.
Such was not the case.
"Excuse me?" Cylo said, mock-incredulous. He shoved a finger in his ear to try and clear it out, a bit of a futile gesture for a being whose ears don't wax. "It sounded like you said 'a twenty-five year commitment to the Academy, as an Agent. Actually, I'm pretty damn sure that is what you said. I'd ask if you're kidding, but..." he gave the woman the once-over, "you really don't look like the type that cracks jokes."
He took a moment to consider his options. Jail didn't seem like much fun; being cooped up was not something he, as a demon who is more comfortable running than standing still, would enjoy, for any length of time, but the other option, working for the idiots whose fault it was that he was getting in trouble at all, was just plain ridiculous.
"Isn't there some sort of, I don't know, UN sanction against cruel and unusual punishment?" he quipped. It didn't take him very long to decide what to do, though:
"How long is the jail time?"
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Post by Leogare Lasteulf on May 9, 2009 21:55:01 GMT -5
The woman glanced up and down Cylo as he reacted to the announcement, nodding. "It seems Herias was quite correct about you. You don't take situations seriously, you lack discipline, and restraint as well. You also are lacking critical thinking abilities and I believe your moral compass, while being in the right place, is slightly bent."
She glanced at him. "Simply put, you have the ability to be a fine agent, but you are unpolished, rough, or perhaps flawed would be better. However, many a person like you has never found these qualities, and gotten themselves killed or some such nastiness down the road due to not being able to restrain themselves. I'm simply stopping it here. 25 years one way or another, not much out of the immortal life your species enjoys is it?"
"So be stubborn and 'fight the system', or try to grow and maybe make something of yourself, and your life. It's up to you."
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Post by Ϛ Cylo on May 11, 2009 20:55:53 GMT -5
Cylo's face soured slightly. Through all of this, he'd been so confident he was right that the things they'd said rolled off him like spilled coffee on water-proof khakis, but somehow this woman could really push his buttons. He wondered if that was another of her Gifts, the ability to get on peoples' nerves. Though really, the ability to order people around seemed to be synonymous with the ability to bother people, in Cylo's experience.
"Someone who makes a 'fine Agent' is someone who will take orders unquestioningly, and won't protest when they're told to restrain the real heroes out there. A 'fine Agent' doesn't think for himself. If 'Herias' there scrambled my hive mind and you ordered my dumb carcass around, then I'd make a fine Agent."
He took a deep breath. His parents wouldn't be happy, and Kirien would probably be livid, but there was no way he was becoming their puppet.
"I choose the jail time, thanks. I'll make something of my life by petitioning to have the administration replaced by someone with the good of our students in mind."
He put his hands in front of himself, besides each other, as if ready to be cuffed, although he and the panel of judges both knew that cuffs were a little too archaic to hold him. In truth, he wasn't really sure what they'd do, but it was mostly a symbolic gesture anyway.
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