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    Mav paled. Then, however, his face grew uncharacteristically hard. "On Darrin? Yes."
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    "Darrin, sir." Mav bit his lip. "Your Highness, the lockdown last night... I know my brother became a mercenary. He didn't... Did he cause the lockdown?"
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    "I... Well, yes, although I'm sure you know I live alone. My parents perished in a fire, sir, and I have not seen my brother in many years. We had... a disagreement of sorts."
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    Brissa was dead. Apparently Riva’s potion had been a little bit too harsh on the body. Though some of her potions were used as a means of particularly excruciating execution, this potion had not been meant to kill the subject. Her death had been far too quick for Riva’s liking anyway. A few minutes after the potion had been administered, blood had started to be excreted from her face; out of the corners of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, and her mouth. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight, but Riva was quite proud of her handiwork. Sure, the potion was too intense now, but with a few tweaks, she could probably make it incredibly effective. And in the more short-term, at least she’d gotten some good screams out of it. With a sigh, she began to tidy up. Riva didn’t have to deal with the body - someone would be coming for it later - but she was quite good about keeping her workspace clean. A smile crossed her lips. She’d heard rumors about her obsession with organization; supposedly, if she wanted to kill someone, she would do so without leaving a shred of proof. That was, of course, entirely untrue: The only time she’d ever killed someone on purpose, it had been very messy.
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    The woman strapped to the table started praying when Riva came into the room. That was a normal response, Riva had found. Personally, she didn’t understand it, but if she was religious, she supposed she might have done the same. “Oh please,” Riva mumbled. “Your gods won’t help you now. Do you know what you’re in for?” The woman started sobbing. After being rather thrown off by Darrin’s quips earlier this morning, having someone respond appropriately to her presence was rather satisfying. Riva knew full well what this woman was “in for;” both in the sense of what she’d done to land herself in this situation and what she was about to endure. Or, well. She actually didn’t know what the woman was about to go through. The crying woman—named Brissa—was scheduled to be experimented on and Riva had a potion she was dying to try out. “Well,” Riva continued, “I’m glad to see you’re just as excited about this as I am.” She opened the cupboard where she’d stored her experimental potion. As she was loading it into a syringe, her patient resorted to begging. Not an uncommon tactic, certainly, but most of the time, patients were smart enough to realize that trying to reason with their doom would be fruitless. “Please, miss,” she bawled. “I have a family, children. They’ll die without my help, your Raven-ness” “If you wanted your family to live,” said Riva idly, “you shouldn’t have been stealing food.” There was silence in for a little longer, until Riva strode over with the needle. “You can’t be as heartless as people say you are,” Brissa squeaked. Sweat coated her forehead. “Isn’t there a shred of decency in you?” Riva snapped on a pair of gloves. “To be quite frank, I’m not really sure. Even if there is though, it certainly won’t help you any. Your cowardice is quite unbecoming.” Brissa began to scream the moment the needle touched her skin. Usually, screams were rather pleasant to Riva, but she had to roll her eyes in this instance. What a baby. The pain hadn’t even started yet, she was going to cry at a needle? Swallowing her disappointment, Riva checked her pocket watch and waited to see what the potion would do.
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    Riva strode away, the iconic sound of her wicked heels clicking against the ground while she hummed pleasantly on her way back to the dungeons.
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    "Thank you." Riva flashed the taskmaster an utterly psychopathic grin. "She's had a traumatizing enough day; she deserves it. Anyway... What is it that boy says, the one your girls like to sleep with?" She snapped, trying to remember. "Oh, yes. Have a zu-bop of a day, miss."
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    "There is a little girl in your employ; I believe her name is Katie. I have her on a special assignment at the moment. When she returns, make sure she gets the day off. If I hear anything otherwise, there will be consequences. Am I understood?"
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    "No, I can't," Riva growled, tapping her foot in displeasure. "The king has declared that I am unable to take castle staff for experimentation. Unless, that is, you've done something wrong. Now, unless you want to confess all your many sins to me, I have a job for you."
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    Riva raised an eyebrow and smiled, unable to resist. "Oh? I can't hurt you. If you had nothing to hide, why are you trying to convince me of your innocence?"
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    Riva rolled her eyes. "I may be old, but I'm not blind. Come on out; you know full well I'm not allowed to hurt you. Despite how much I want to..."
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    Riva didn't hide the blood on the hem of her black skirt or the pads of her fingers. It did too good a job of intimidating people and no one needed to know that the blood was far from fresh. Well. The blood on the dress anyway; it was an older garment she kept specifically to make others uncomfortable. She smirked, knocking and waiting for the waitress staff to answer.
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    “Ah. Right then.” Maverick scratched Forge’s head lovingly and the cat purred, satisfied. “You’ll be fine on your own today, right? Mm, yes, I know you will.” Maverick set the animal down, assured by the knowledge that there was food and water already out for his pet and that Forge - an older animal - would be perfectly fine to wander the house by himself. “Alright, let’s go.” Mav sighed and waved goodbye to his cat.
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    "Right then." Mav patted his pockets to make sure he had a notebook and a pencil with him, then shrugged. "Let's go I-" A meow interrupted him. A fluffy grey cat had sat himself by Maverick's feet, meowing his displeasure at his master's absence from the couch. "We're not going to be long, are we?" Maverick picked up the animal which - now the guard could tell - was not fluffy, but simply fat. "If it's overnight, I should bring Forge with me."
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    Mav grimaced. Something really was wrong. "Okay." He let out an audible breath, half glad his uneasy feeling was not irrational, half terrified about just what was going on. "Anything I need to bring with me at all?"
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    Mav raised his eyebrows and wiped his forehead. "What? Uh..." He looked behind him, as if wondering if the guard could be talking to someone else. "Alright, I suppose. May I ask why?"
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    Maverick woke up tired. The auburn-haired man rolled out of bed feeling oddly unsettled despite his rest. He couldn't get his mind off the lockdown last night, the anxiety he'd felt then almost as potent now, hours later. He felt sick putting on his shirt and making his bed and even sitting down to read couldn't calm him down. Focusing on the words was nigh impossible and he had to re-read every page. By the time someone knocked on his front door, he had begun to sweat, his anxiety to such a high point that he jumped, the book falling out of his calloused hands. "C-Coming!" Mav scrambled out of his chair and picked his book up off the floor, taking it with him as a sort of security blanket for when he answered the knock. @Channelknight Fadran
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    Riva had disappeared back up the stairs, slipping into one of the cells in the dungeon to torture a high security prisoner. Darrin Oakenwey his name was. Apparently he was the cause of the lockdown the night previous, but she was in too good a mood to feel any deep, anger-causing grudges. Her trick on that coward of a maid could keep her cheerful for weeks. And besides, today was a fun day. Get to know you activities. She chuckled to herself, the sound of her echoing high-heels causing varying reactions in the prisoners that she passed. Some hid in their cells, one began to cry, and a few kept their eyes on her, seething hatred in their gazes. Those were the new ones. So hopeful. That hope wouldn't last too long.
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    "No, you idiot!" Riva smacked her upside the head. "What, I'm not allowed to pull pranks? I hear your serving girls do plenty of that to each other."
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    Riva sighed in exasperation, pointing towards a door. "In that room is a little girl, not yet to double digits. She needs a safe place to stay and you're going to find it for her. Understand?"
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    Riva laughed heartily to herself, genuinely pleased by the girl's sobbing. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, however, she shoved the girl up against a wall. "Now, as I said, I do have a job for you, little one. There's a child down here, I want you to find a safe place for her to stay. And I mean a safe place, do you understand? She has the guaranteed protection of the king. If you find a place unsuited for her, we will talk again. And I will not be near as kind as I have been. Am I perfectly clear?"
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