Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 18, 2008 13:14:21 GMT -8
((For Chase and then Sarah's NPC))
Saturday, October 16, 2010
8 a.m.
It was for sake of progress that Trevor had even bothered to come to the prison, or so he had assurred Evie. He had promised her that this person who was part of the anti-slavery group would be released and that he would be made instrumental in his plans to abolish the thing. But hey, for six long months they had evaded capture, and he was going to enjoy this. However, he was going to play this good guard, bad guard. It was easiest. And he had the perfect excuse to give Downing for why he needed to let him go or for any of his actions. He'd rather capture the whole instead of simply one. Besides, he was curious to see what would happen, if SAVIOR would allie itself with his efforts for sake of survival or not. Ultimately, he doubted it, in which he would have the time of death modified and say he was dead before he arrived. It wasn't so hard to do--especially when he'd asked Chase in response to his letter about it yesterday that he wanted to keep this a private matter with few people aware of it. So, he was hopefully open for either option in his mind--explaining away the death and using the Imperius.
Walking down past the cells of the recently brought in and heading towards the interrogation room, he received a variety of reactions. Some were obviously quite troubled and well over the brink of insanity and should perhaps be in Mungo's, but they had Ike, so perhaps his methods would work on them. This way was more secure about visitors. And yet others were obviously completely with it, merely hated him. The things they were promising him would have disturbed him if he chose to pay them mind and neglect to remember his past and what he was capable of himself. What it amounted to was that they were a bunch of wannabe losers who weren't capable of adjusting to the new government or starting a resistance group. To think some of these fools could have made it into any resistance group was a bit unnerving, but it was possible, and he knew it.
He straightened the black tie that was behind his black robes as he finally reached the interrogation room, knocking on the door. He wasn't certain if Chase was here, but in his quick look over the office, he'd only spotted Bristow doing paperwork. It was possible he was in a part of it he hadn't seen, but whatever. If he didn't answer, then he would simply have to go back up front. It was no real problem. He had two legs that could walk and ears that could tune out those in holding cells if needed. Downing had no possible way to know when he would arrive. He simply was hoping he was perhaps already working on the SAVIOR, who was obviously inside here, cuffed; he could see that through the one-way window. How ironic. Some saviour this woman proved to be, getting herself captured liked this, and he doubted it was part of a plan. If it was, they'd figure it out before it was too late.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
8 a.m.
It was for sake of progress that Trevor had even bothered to come to the prison, or so he had assurred Evie. He had promised her that this person who was part of the anti-slavery group would be released and that he would be made instrumental in his plans to abolish the thing. But hey, for six long months they had evaded capture, and he was going to enjoy this. However, he was going to play this good guard, bad guard. It was easiest. And he had the perfect excuse to give Downing for why he needed to let him go or for any of his actions. He'd rather capture the whole instead of simply one. Besides, he was curious to see what would happen, if SAVIOR would allie itself with his efforts for sake of survival or not. Ultimately, he doubted it, in which he would have the time of death modified and say he was dead before he arrived. It wasn't so hard to do--especially when he'd asked Chase in response to his letter about it yesterday that he wanted to keep this a private matter with few people aware of it. So, he was hopefully open for either option in his mind--explaining away the death and using the Imperius.
Walking down past the cells of the recently brought in and heading towards the interrogation room, he received a variety of reactions. Some were obviously quite troubled and well over the brink of insanity and should perhaps be in Mungo's, but they had Ike, so perhaps his methods would work on them. This way was more secure about visitors. And yet others were obviously completely with it, merely hated him. The things they were promising him would have disturbed him if he chose to pay them mind and neglect to remember his past and what he was capable of himself. What it amounted to was that they were a bunch of wannabe losers who weren't capable of adjusting to the new government or starting a resistance group. To think some of these fools could have made it into any resistance group was a bit unnerving, but it was possible, and he knew it.
He straightened the black tie that was behind his black robes as he finally reached the interrogation room, knocking on the door. He wasn't certain if Chase was here, but in his quick look over the office, he'd only spotted Bristow doing paperwork. It was possible he was in a part of it he hadn't seen, but whatever. If he didn't answer, then he would simply have to go back up front. It was no real problem. He had two legs that could walk and ears that could tune out those in holding cells if needed. Downing had no possible way to know when he would arrive. He simply was hoping he was perhaps already working on the SAVIOR, who was obviously inside here, cuffed; he could see that through the one-way window. How ironic. Some saviour this woman proved to be, getting herself captured liked this, and he doubted it was part of a plan. If it was, they'd figure it out before it was too late.