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"Any other questions, comments, or concerns?" she asked, tossing her hair out over the collar of the jacket as she pulled it up again.
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She actually hesitated. “Historically, Sylvans are granted harsher punishments. However, it is popular to care about race equality right now. You might find it either to be a boon or a curse. It will come out in the end, either way. It’s a high profile case. Deal with it as you will.”
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She nodded, relieved. "Good. Then this case will work. Buuuut." She tapped his lips with a manicured fingernail. "Don't mention that little tidbit about being an insane religious zealot killing for God. Papers won't like it."
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Siren shot up a hand. "Not another word. She's listening." He moved away from Trace, fully aware of how kooky he looked, and went outside, out to the beach to get something to eat. That... that could have been bad.
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"Of course not. Any justice system is a friggin jumble of contradictions, conflicting laws, and loopholes that are often exploited, and those exploitations are ignored when men in power use them." She stood, picking up her coat and examining it for filth. Satisfied that the chair hadn't dirtied it, she slid the pink sheepskin over her clothes, draping it lazily at the elbows. "Systems are much more kind and lenient to those in power than to those without. The men you murdered would see no consequence even if their crimes were published alphabetically in every local news station. Apathy is a weapon, and that weapon is against you. That's why we need to make this case one of emotion as well as logic." She appraised him, eyes looking from his mop of hair down to his shoes. "Candidly, the only thing I can say about your mental situation is that you're downright dumb, my good man. What did you expect to happen, killing people and running about with no aliases or even attempts to hide your identity? I've defended drugstore thieves with more sense." she lifted her chin. "While your actions are illegal and excessive, I can argue that your responses were in reaction to a failure of the law to address these crimes." She hesitated. Then, as if mulling it over, looked back at him. "You did, of course... present any evidence you had of the wrongdoings to the local authorities, yes? And they failed to take action?" She sternly looked at him as she slid her glasses back on. "And then acted after the system failed to address the crimes?"
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She paused. “You did the crime, so you’ll likely do some time. We’ll be working with a not-guilty plea. Depending on the prosecuter, we’ll try for a sympathetic approach.” She played with her hair a little more, then snapped the compaxt closed. “If they’re a tough cookie, and they probably will be, we’ll point out your obvious mental instability and try for institutionalized instead of imprisoned. If I can get the prosecuter to make a generous plea deal as well...” she smirked. “Then you plead guilty and take the slap on the wrist.” She held up a quick finger. “I can’t work miracles, honey, but I can get you pretty darn close.”
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She nodded primly. “Good. Continue playing pitiful. Nag them for basic necessities. Make stupid puns. See if you can’t get some fool or another to rough you up. It looks better for the cameras in court. I hear the Captain himself has quite a hatred for you, just from walking through his ship. You might be able to use that.”
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She opened a compact and dusted her nose and cheeks with a thin layer of powder, something that didn't at all change how perfect her face already appeared. She poked at a curl, then tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Have you been fed since you fainted?"
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She pursed her lips. "That's no good. It's evidence if it's stashed in a murder weapon. However, the fact that you asking for something consistently and being denied and ignored is very important to our case. We can plead a systemic mistreatment that is consistent with your past and your present, and that will take a few years off the sentence entirely and call the crew under question for their actions. Publicity for a case like this is necessary, and this is just the kindling I need."
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"I see," she said, "You're a disturbed young man who has lived a hard life and not been granted the necessary medical and emotional care needed to prevent the snapping and disastrously dreadful actions you've taken," she summarized, "It is, in effect, the failure of a system and the fault of society." Her eyes lit up at his explanation and she started scrawling extensively on her pad. "Ah! So you're saying the guards and the hold's keeper, as well as even the captain of the ship are complicit in abusing prisoners!" She beamed, standing and strolling from one side of the cell to the next, then taking her seat again. "That breaks at least several laws. Did they give you water outside from the icicle? Cruel and unusual..." her mind was moving faster than her hand, which was writing so quickly on the notepad, that one might imagine it realistically smoking from the friction.
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She clicked her pen several times thoughtfully. "You killed someone for discriminatory lawmaking, then someone for embezzling and failing at their duties, then a third for slaughtering your friends. We will need to produce evidence of their crimes, of which I am sure you had plenty?" she asked, trying to keep skepticism from her voice. "Let's also look at your arrest. You said you were starved while in captivity?"
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She listened, asking the appropriate questions at the appropriate times, seeming enthralled by his story. Her low-cut top revealed skin that was perfect and clear, and she leaned forward, elbow on knee, knuckles under her chin. "So," she said slowly, her lips finally curling downward. "You killed a bunch of royalty and government officials on a personal vendetta of your own self-interest, and now you're trying to blame the literal child you towed along beside you as the true perpetrator and mastermind of all these crimes?" She raised a perfect eyebrow in a practiced move. "I doubt any jury or judge will accept that testimony. Let's run it through the taffy-pulling machine, now shall we? Tell me the exact ways each of these nobles wronged you personally. Killing government officials for having to make difficult decisions is largely frowned on. Justifying your actions will help a good deal more than scapegoating them or attempting to excuse them."
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Her smile was thin, the warm eyes eerily cold. “How have you been treated while in custody?” She asked. “The charges as stated are, of course...” she pulled out a long strip of printed paper. It looked like a wholesale bulk store’s receipts. “Larceny of a multitude of objects... grand larceny... mutilation. Attempted murder. Murder. Illegally crossing multipe borders. Evading arrest. Resisting arrest. Wanton disregard of a child’s wellbeing. Wanton destruction of life and property.” She shrugged slightly. “Going on a murder spree with a preteen seems to have angered multiple levels of authority.”
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“Yes. This is a private consultation, after all.” She swept the glasses off, revealing deep brown eyes, like melted chocolate or thick honey. The woman shifted in her seat the instant the guard was gone. “I hear you’re in a spot of trouble. If you expect me to defend you, I need an accurate account.”
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A woman appeared, wearing sheepskin dyed a cotton-candy pink, with fluff at the neck, wrists, and knees. She had perfect platinum blonde hair and long, immaculately polished nails. She swept her coat off and primly covered a chair with it, as though to keep her nifty little outfit from getting stained by any of the grime. “Hello, darling. I was told this would be a private meeting?” She lowered a pair of dark, gold rimmed glasses, staring cooly at the guard.
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"Kid's pretty dumb, too," Vespyr said in a lowered voice to the Queen, trying not to be overheard by the child. "Not really worth your time at all." ((I am aware of how horrible this looks, and I'm cackling at it, too.))
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Well, that was something new. Apparently the Queen could hear Vespyr’s surroundings. Living alone had never provided an opportunity for Vespyr to test how the connection worked. Ah, well. The experimentation had been worth a shot. “The girl is dead to you. A worthless pile of uneducated flesh strapped to a frail skeleton piloted by a rash, impulsive fragment of a mind. A god would not be so foolish to waste resources murdering children for no gain. But then... you have always been exactly that foolish.”
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Vespyr ignored Janice. Speaking to her would give the child away to the Queen, but he waved at her. “I apologize for the inconvenience. I die without your influence, as she did.” Janice sputtered, "Wh--what? No, you can't die!" Vespyr removed his mask and glared eyelessly at her. She was getting in the way of a conversation she didn’t even understand was happening! ((Waiting on you, @Negative_Null)
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Vespyr removed his mask and glared eyelessly at her. She was getting in the way of a conversation she didn’t even understand was happening!
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Vespyr ignored Janice. Speaking to her would give the child away to the Queen, but he waved at her. “I apologize for the inconvenience. I die without your influence, as she did.”
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Vespyr staggered to one knee. He slowly composed himself, breathing heavily. “I apologize for the inconvenience,” Vespyr said. “The child is dead. There was a bolt of lightning. It was a painful demise.”
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I love putting little bits of dry humor in! When I made my Kaladin animatic, it took so long and some of the panels were so grueling to draw, that I couldn't help but put a couple of snarky comments in here and there. Then the people who watched it actually really liked it! So I've kept slipping in some here and there whenever the opportunity arrives. This one probably has the most, for being my shortest video, just because this one I did make with the whole purpose of being more light-hearted. -
