Watch HQ, 1000 hours.
It wasn't usual to see Paladin hanging around the precinct after his shift ended, much less at the main Guard house, but here he was - drinking coffee, doing paperwork, and generally staying unobtrusive. By and large, he was ignored - not many recognized the tall, lean watchman in his long black coat, seeing as how his jurisdiction was the Dockside and the WestEnd - territories that, generally, the Watch stayed well clear of.
He let out a breath and lifted his coffee cup, eyes a little blurry from too much caffeine and too little sleep. He hated paperwork, so he avoided doing it as much as possible - arrest reports, incident reports for on-the-job shootings, all the standard minutiae that ruled a Guardsman's daily life. Still, anything that kept him from sitting in his apartment, staring at the wall and waiting for sleep - and restless dreams - to claim him. Besides, a little bird had told him that it might be worth it to spend some time at the chapterhouse.
He wasn't actually expecting Renna to follow through on the statement she made last night, and by the universal laws of irony and humor he had just taken a sip of his coffee when she walked in and announced that she was giving herself up.
He choked and spent the next minute gasping for breath as chaos reigned, guardsmen running back and forth, excited - and terrified babble. Once he had his wind back, he brushed his coat dry and walked over to the notorious serial killer, raising an amused eyebrow.
"You serious about this?" He asked quietly. Either she had something devious in mind, or else the priest had given her a serious bone to gnaw over, with his talk of penance and redemption. He shook his head as she replied in the affirmative. "Alright, then. Renna Bloodstone, you're under arrest for..." he waved back at the filing rooms, where he knew she had a whole cabinet dedicated to her. "...crimes too numerous to readily list here. You are bound by law to stand down. You have the right to remain silent..."
To tell the truth, he was kinda looking forward to the trial. This, after all, was the woman the Guard was instructed not to attempt to apprehend, detain, or arrest - a creature so dangerous, her actions had been deemed natural disasters, equivalent in scale to acts of God.
It wasn't usual to see Paladin hanging around the precinct after his shift ended, much less at the main Guard house, but here he was - drinking coffee, doing paperwork, and generally staying unobtrusive. By and large, he was ignored - not many recognized the tall, lean watchman in his long black coat, seeing as how his jurisdiction was the Dockside and the WestEnd - territories that, generally, the Watch stayed well clear of.
He let out a breath and lifted his coffee cup, eyes a little blurry from too much caffeine and too little sleep. He hated paperwork, so he avoided doing it as much as possible - arrest reports, incident reports for on-the-job shootings, all the standard minutiae that ruled a Guardsman's daily life. Still, anything that kept him from sitting in his apartment, staring at the wall and waiting for sleep - and restless dreams - to claim him. Besides, a little bird had told him that it might be worth it to spend some time at the chapterhouse.
He wasn't actually expecting Renna to follow through on the statement she made last night, and by the universal laws of irony and humor he had just taken a sip of his coffee when she walked in and announced that she was giving herself up.
He choked and spent the next minute gasping for breath as chaos reigned, guardsmen running back and forth, excited - and terrified babble. Once he had his wind back, he brushed his coat dry and walked over to the notorious serial killer, raising an amused eyebrow.
"You serious about this?" He asked quietly. Either she had something devious in mind, or else the priest had given her a serious bone to gnaw over, with his talk of penance and redemption. He shook his head as she replied in the affirmative. "Alright, then. Renna Bloodstone, you're under arrest for..." he waved back at the filing rooms, where he knew she had a whole cabinet dedicated to her. "...crimes too numerous to readily list here. You are bound by law to stand down. You have the right to remain silent..."
To tell the truth, he was kinda looking forward to the trial. This, after all, was the woman the Guard was instructed not to attempt to apprehend, detain, or arrest - a creature so dangerous, her actions had been deemed natural disasters, equivalent in scale to acts of God.