Sommer Ehrt

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# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 16:34:10, as written by Ottoman

On the edge of the district lurked another predator, save one of a different nature. This one sought out the weak, the sick and corrupted, all of those who would see his society and message perverted with their mere presence. Thus came the Inquisitrix, Sommer Ehrt, a woman of resolved purpose and being, and one that looked with disdain on all whom the Verhör condemned.

This one was like the other; clad in a black uniform so fine, so fit to march in line, save she bore not the taint of the unclean. Psychics were no better than mutants or xenos in the butcher's eyes. Though she knew it not when she saw it from meters away, the one known as Adam Hoffen coming into conflict with one Corin Arnheim.

Curious this, but best to avoid conflict with his most holy subjects.

"A vague excuse," came Sommer's voice, wafting over the air with a tone to it so methodical that she must've seemed like little more than a junior-high arithmetic instructor, "that reveals little of the truth." Her interjection into their conversation might've been deemed out of place, but there was nothing that was not of her concern.

Nothing.

# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 16:59:23, as written by Ottoman

Little response was garnered by either party's quick and sharp salutes, the inquisitor remaining with her delicate hands clasped firmly behind her back, the black uniform of the LW peeking out from under the leather overcoat. For what she lacked in terms of facial beauty she surely made up for in form. Were there any product of the LW to challenge the Archduchess in body or mind it was Ehrt.

Though surely she lacked her fetching features.

"Sieg heil, genoßen." The obligatory reply came with little effort as her eyes flashed between the pair, the scarred panzer commander and the other odd fellow. She didn't like the feeling of him. Ehrt had suspicions about folk, especially around that hedonistic den run by that egocentric courtesan. Were it that she had a sense of humor, Sommer would offer a mental chuckle at her note of the woman as a yowling streetwalker.

"... if you could, Hauptsturmführer," the commander's rank was evident from his uniform, "secure our fellow comrade. I'm afraid he hasn't been dismissed."

# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 17:39:52, as written by Ottoman

Ehrt offered a slight smile, a glorified drawing of the lips, to Adam as he returned to their company, shooting the more brutish of the two a favorable glance once she had. She was happy that the other had returned so easily, were it that one could apply the adjective happy to such a severe individual, and that neither her nor the brute had to resort to his natural talents. Never a good day when she had to exercise her ability.

People always proved to be so messy when ruptured.

"Vielen dank, captain. I do appreciate it." She addressed Corin in her usual formal tone, turning her attention now to the more suspicious of the two. His inquiry came in a rather pathetic tone of voice, further feeding her concerns that this man might give in to heretical desires and thoughts. "... and you, Standartenführer, just who is it that you're after?"

Her head cocked a degree to the left at the question, her fair, frizzy hair tumbling slightly at the act. "I am an inquisitor, after all. I might be able to help."

# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 18:03:58, as written by Ottoman

Within those eyes lay something that Sommer recognized, as she saw it quite often in the ranks of her own charge. What she wasn't used to seeing was his body language, his unprofessionalism. Saddening was it that his training allowed him to get away with such a lousy excuse for demeanor. Her subordinates might share Adam's mentality, but they certainly knew how to keep it in check. How to put forth appearances.

"A toy?" Ehrt asked, curious as to just what Adam referred to, as if it were a person. Her mind caught on quickly, however, as she flicked her emerald eyes about his figure. "... I might know just the place to look, though I'm afraid I never caught your name." Oh yes, the perfect place. A good distraction like Adam might work to Sommer's advantage.

"Hauptsturmführer. I don't believe I caught yours either."

# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 18:47:10, as written by Ottoman

"An honor and a pleasure," replied the inquisitor, the woman taking her gloved hands from behind her back as she returned their salute this time, the jet shade of her gloves' leather matching that of her coat. "to the both of you. Sommer Ehrt, inquisitor of the Verhör, and I might have a task for the both of you, if you are up to it."

Yes, she mused, they both could be of assistance, if only for this one time. It might be better to approach in the visage of patrons than in their official capacity. Ehrt was sure that Devika had some sort of network laying about to let her know whenever any from the Verhör stepped within a mile of her establishment. Corin could provide the element that might keep such security at bay, even distract them with means other than what surely earned him his tin cravat.

As for Adam? Oh, Adam could surely put on a show, and a show Sommer would need, were she to get the answers she wanted. The Amarande was undoubtedly a haven for illicit actions, and thus far she had been foiled in every attempt to prove it by that damnable diva.

Noble or not, she would get what was coming to her.

# The Inner Empire, 2012-01-09 19:21:24, as written by Ottoman

With a nod did Sommer reply to the panzer commander, pleased to see how eager he was to set about a task that he yet knew so little of. Slowly did she return her hands to their previous position, brushing against the chilled leather as they were relocated, "But of course, though I might say," she paused, unsure how to put it without offending the man. "... that your existence alone proves a most practical tool. But, if you believe yourself ill-equipped, then by all means feel free to remedy the situation."

She too bore minimal armaments, a sidearm and dagger, though neither was visible to the man from where she stood now, in her relaxed position of parade rest. Casually did she offer forth a card, being a rather simple barcode, one that could be scanned easily on one's wrist implant. "... once you're done, find me."

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