Topic: The Outlaw Renna, Jailed

Last Knight

Date: 2008-02-17 16:54 EST
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.

This Dark One

Date: 2008-02-18 15:19 EST
The jail was as expected. She was shoved into the deepest and darkest hole that the kind city could provide for her. The Guards would have otherwised been damned to pass off such an opportunity to mistreat such a murderous creature.

She was taken down " down where" She did not know. Renna wasn't aware of what the inside of prison looked like, so she just assumed that the near pitch black windowless jail to be of standard design.

Despite the fact she had turned herself in for past crimes that they have long since turned a blind eye to, and despite the fact they guided her down at spear and sword point, Renna had been happily grinning at herself.

It was cold. Really cold. This must be one of the cells for the more powerful of creatures, for comfort was not spared. She would not speculate how thick these walls were, but easily could she shift that closed heavy iron door from its hinges and across the hall to imbed into the wall opposite.

She would not. She could....But she didn't.

Standing in the clothes she arrived in, it was probably night time now, and she barely had a single visitor. The girl that came with her was ushered away from both the Guard and her own kind and strangely caring words. She recognized the man who arrested her officially, and, well, didn't say much in her defense. She denied the use of a lawyer - whatever could they were, and turned away the offer for a meal by throwing it at a poor guard's face.

Lightly she drew upon the cold damp walls by using her own blood from a tiny consistently bleeding cut upon her index finger made by her teeth, writing mathematical formulae for various geometric shapes. Anyone looking through the removable porthole in door would have thought the woman mad, but lightly she sung a siren's song.

Her voice was beautiful in its own way, for she spoke in a spectral tongue that could have come from the undead lips of a ghost.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2008-02-18 16:26 EST
The morning after, Watch Headquarters 0900 hours..

It had been 6 months time since he was at this buiding last...Back then he was commisioned to the watch and head a division of it's Militia. The 27th, WestEnd. A gift indeed from the former Governor's cabinet, and truly something he missed to a degree. But this was not the time for fond memories, as Brian Ravenlock had arrived on business.

Blue eyes panned the front of the building, as the eldest Ravenlock simply stood there for what felt like an eternity, but was truly no more than a few minutes. His mind still raced from the revelation that simply seemed to spread from mouth to mouth with the force of a hungry wildfire.

'Renna Bloodstone, had turned herself in to the town watch, and will stand trial..'

That is what he heard, from place to place. From the mouths of old rumour filled maids, to young children who were chilled to the bone, with nightmares their parents described to get them to go to bed. Store to store, and stall to stall, it was the literal talk of the town. And of course, Brian dismissed it all one sick joke, until it had been confirmed by AJ herself. It was then, that Brian knew this was something that had to be looked into. If anything, just so he could see for himself, at least once.

So inside the former Captian went, as his eyes panned the room once more. It was amazing, while it had been a good many months, and while much had happened since he resigned his commision, it still looked and smelled the same...Funny how that happens.

Shaking his head, Brian came back to the here and now and quietly approached the front desk. Regarding the young officer manning said desk, Brian presented his Militia ID and nodded politely enough, as he spoke.

"Excuse me. My name is Brian Ravenlock, retired Captian of the 27th Div. WestEnd. I would like to speak with the commanding officer on Duty, it concerns Prisoner Bloodstone, if at all possible."

Brian remained where he was, offering the ID to the officer, and awaited an answer to his inquiry. Many would think him a fool to attempt this, many would think a great deal of things, but that was not important at this moment. Brian simply needed to see for himself, and know. He had to know...It was as simple as that.

Last Knight

Date: 2008-02-19 22:55 EST
Here he is again, back at Watch HQ. The downside to doing paperwork once is that they expect you to keep doing it. He's getting ready to hoist the black flag and set the place on fire when someone comes in and gives him a ready excuse to slip away.

"Excuse me. My name is Brian Ravenlock, retired Captain of the 27th Div. WestEnd. I would like to speak with the commanding officer on Duty, it concerns Prisoner Bloodstone, if at all possible."

The fellow's pretty abrupt, but his name's on the access list. Paladin should know, he put it there himself. He drops his pen on the stack of triplicate forms with a sigh of relief and steps over to the front desk.

"I've got it, Smitty," he says to the desk sergeant. The man pales and nods rapidly - his left eye is bruised and discolored and he doesn't meet Paladin's eyes. Paladin smiles blandly at the retired Captain, regards the man's identification, and hands it back to him. "If you'll follow me, Captain?"

The trail leads down - down, down, further down still, into the living rock beneath the city. There are security checkpoints galore, and both men are stripped of their weapons - Paladin's sword, guns, knives, and throwing spikes piled into a heap, his backpack tucked away beneath the pile of sharp objects. He keeps his coat only through the threat of dire mayhem - it isn't, after all, a weapon of any sort, but the enchantments layered upon it make all of the magic detectors wail in panic.

Down, down, further still. Maximum security. Rumor said they built this cell to hold an insane God, way back in the history of the city. Further rumor said they were going to bury Renna in here, just wall up the door - tie her down with chains that would make Fenrir's bonds look like gossamer and light, fill in the staircase with rubble and cement, and try to forget the dark chapter of the city's history that was titled 'The Betrayer.'

Paladin looks into the window, frowns as he watches her at play....or work. The Guard had wizards monitoring her cells 24/7, but were they good enough to know if she was up to something subtle" He resolves to have a word with a friend of his and turns back to Captain Ravenlock.

"You have ten minutes with the prisoner, sir. Do not approach the doors. Do not attempt to pass anything to the prisoner. Do not attempt any spellcasting or psychic powers. Anything you and she say is not protected by a lawyer's clause of confidence, and may be used against her in court." Message delivered, he steps back and folds his arms across his chest, watching both Captain and prisoner with a wary eye. Unarmed or not, Paladin is hardly defenseless, and his whole bearing is tense, ready, waiting.

This Dark One

Date: 2008-02-20 04:59 EST
"The fools." She muttered finally over her fine yet haunting song. Do they honestly think that putting someone such as she in a room, where it was so dark that the only light she could see came from the hallway, could contain her? The sparse light crept past the cracks around the outline of that rather sturdy door, but suddenly the light shifted and fluttered, like there were figures behind it.

Her finger drew back from the wall, and she observed her handy work. She made a mistake, and frowned deeply at a particular sum. Her nose wrinkled - she could smell Brian which in turn, had her turning towards the door with some light confusion.

He's probably come to gloat.

Grinning a mischevious smirk, Renna turned ran to the door and thrusted her hand at the metal work, buckling the center of the door with ease. Though it hardly budged from the thick foundations of that doorframe.

Renna just wanted to scare the Guards. She might as well do something to pass the time other than work on her theories.

Last Knight

Date: 2008-02-24 07:23 EST
"Oy, Renna, you mind not damaging government property' That's my tax dollars at work, you know." His voice is casual, his manner anything but. Tense and watchful, every nerve on edge. He'd been disgusted when he'd read the 'no go' orders on arresting Renna - how she wasn't to be approached, save under the direst circumstances, how she was to be ignored, if at all possible. He'd thought them cowardly, servile, stupid. You didn't stop evil by ignoring it; you stopped evil by rooting it out and burning it until even the ashes were gone.

He had underestimated Renna. After reading the files, he wasn't going to do that again.

"Clock's ticking, Captain," He says to the Ravenlock quietly.