Setting
A large and imposing structure, the Wing City Police Department is a building designed to resist what the city has to offer. Fitted with security systems designed to combat mages, psionics, teleporters and phasers alike, nobody could ever accuse the WCPD of being unprepared. Alongside the regular offices, training areas and public areas you would expect in a police station, Wing City's department is fitted with a large bunker and armoury.
Armed guards have a notable presence around the building, many of whom are more than human themselves, and all of whom are equipped with specialist weaponry and protection designed for the environment they work in.
The building itself is heavily reinforced. The brand new reinforced metal doors leading into the building can be locked down with heavy shielding and blast resistance. Turrets, deployable cover and multiple checkpoints with similar defenses internally are spread throughout the building.
Wing City Police Department
The home of Wing City's finest, where the WCPD deal with their paperwork, training and other business beyond day-to-day patrols, and where their leaders can generally be found.
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27 Characters Here
Slim [89] "Violah! Get down on the ground, no moving!"
Sonya Ballifrey [78] ...
Janet Sou [64] At the age of thirty, she a miserable loner. She spends her nights as a mopey drunk, and her days as a mopey smoker.
Skylar Grey [62] Leader of the Mammon's Lost Gang.
Danielle Kalter [56] An metahuman agent with the WCPD, rather averse to her general role as 'cannon fodder'. "Just because it doesn't hurt when they shoot me doesn't mean I enjoy it!"
Keiko Yukiyama [44] ISSP Agent assigned to Imperial affairs.
No Face [32] Who are you without your Identity?
Caleb Jefferson [13] I don't give a damn
Harold Miller [10] Former WCPD Chief of Police and Detective 1st Class with the CPF
Ted Ellison [7] The mind of Mammon's perfect vessel now free.
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Jordan Duram shook his head. "I take no pleasure in frightening anyone, but the information that you hold is vital to our investigation, and we will extract it if need be." He said, rummaging through the briefcase, then he snapped it shut, bringing his eyes back up to Whisper.
"Agent Jones, please bring the cart." He said calmly, and one of the Agents promptly ducked out of the door with a crystalline chime.
"You're trying my patience, Miss Rose."
"Agent Jones, please bring the cart." He said calmly, and one of the Agents promptly ducked out of the door with a crystalline chime.
"You're trying my patience, Miss Rose."
“And what information is that? Who these people are? You already got your answer. Want their names and social security numbers? I'll get right on that,” Whisper retorted.
As she spoke, her brow furrowed and she looked away, seemingly perturbed by something. “I don't know what it is you think I can help you with,” she added in a more amiable tone of voice.
As she spoke, her brow furrowed and she looked away, seemingly perturbed by something. “I don't know what it is you think I can help you with,” she added in a more amiable tone of voice.
Jordan Duram seemed still unconvinced. "Hmm." He said, before he snapped his fingers. "AI, Countermeasures please." He said, before the AI spoke. "We are in orbit, there is no chance of escape." The AI replied, then Duram rose to his feet.
"Very well then, we'll do this the hard way." He said before he flipped the briefcase open, and withdrew a syringe filled with a neon green-yellow liquid that seemed to glow.
"I have ways of persuading my prisoners to talk." He said, slowly creeping towards her, as the two Agents closed in.
"This needle has one of two drugs, Pattern, a powerful hallucinogenic opiate, which powerfully addictive side effects, you will die without consuming more of the drug... or it has a serum that greatly increases the pain receptors in your body, both drugs are similar, I chose the vial at random, so are you going to talk now?"
"Very well then, we'll do this the hard way." He said before he flipped the briefcase open, and withdrew a syringe filled with a neon green-yellow liquid that seemed to glow.
"I have ways of persuading my prisoners to talk." He said, slowly creeping towards her, as the two Agents closed in.
"This needle has one of two drugs, Pattern, a powerful hallucinogenic opiate, which powerfully addictive side effects, you will die without consuming more of the drug... or it has a serum that greatly increases the pain receptors in your body, both drugs are similar, I chose the vial at random, so are you going to talk now?"
Whisper closed her eyes, a sinking feeling filling the pit of her stomach. “You think you want to know, but you don't know what it is you ask. Shadows and whispers in the night, voices ever present, ever nagging. He gets inside your head like a disease and you can't get him out. He'll lay you low and strip you bare until there's nothing left but despair.”
As she spoke, she was twisting her hands against the bindings, seemingly distressed at the confinement they posed and her head lowered so her chin was against her chest. “You musn't ask, you musn't look."
As she spoke, she was twisting her hands against the bindings, seemingly distressed at the confinement they posed and her head lowered so her chin was against her chest. “You musn't ask, you musn't look."
Jordan Duram continued to pace back and fourth. "Whispers and shadows, voices? Sounds like occult to me, You say I shouldn't ask, but you should understand, my dear lady.. it's my job to ask, to open what shouldn't be opened in the name of National Security." He said, moving his way behind her.
"You will tell me everything you know, and I will pursue my leads accordingly." Duram explained, pacing back around and to Whisper's right.
"Who are those individuals?"
"You will tell me everything you know, and I will pursue my leads accordingly." Duram explained, pacing back around and to Whisper's right.
"Who are those individuals?"
Whisper shook her head. “Musn't seek what must not be found. You don't know, you can't know. No one can know. The eye, is watching, looming ever closer. If you look it'll find you. Can't you hear it? Tapping against the window pane, but you musn't let it in.”
As Duram passed by Whisper's side, her head jerked up and share stared him in the eye. Gone was her earlier assertiveness, and in its place was simply the countenance of a frightened woman. Though it didn't seem to be Duram whom she was frightened of. No, Whisper's demons lay elsewhere.
Turning her head away, she let her silver white locks of hair fall down to shield her eyes again. “Musn't speak to it, musn't humor it.”
As Duram passed by Whisper's side, her head jerked up and share stared him in the eye. Gone was her earlier assertiveness, and in its place was simply the countenance of a frightened woman. Though it didn't seem to be Duram whom she was frightened of. No, Whisper's demons lay elsewhere.
Turning her head away, she let her silver white locks of hair fall down to shield her eyes again. “Musn't speak to it, musn't humor it.”
Jordan Duram pursed his lips and then turned to the Agent. "She's mumbling nonsense, record it and send it to the AI banks for parsing." He said, glaring at her.
"Answer my gods-damned question!" Duram barked, before he swung his arm around to backhand the girl across the face. "Answer me or you'll get the pattern!" He barked, before he swung his arm around to jab the needle into the woman's neck.
"Maybe when the cravings overpower you, you'll answer my question for a pitiful vial of Pattern." Duram said, though the needle was in, he hadn't injected the serum.
"What is the Orsa, what are those men and what is the Corruption!?"
"Answer my gods-damned question!" Duram barked, before he swung his arm around to backhand the girl across the face. "Answer me or you'll get the pattern!" He barked, before he swung his arm around to jab the needle into the woman's neck.
"Maybe when the cravings overpower you, you'll answer my question for a pitiful vial of Pattern." Duram said, though the needle was in, he hadn't injected the serum.
"What is the Orsa, what are those men and what is the Corruption!?"
Whisper's head snapped to the side under the blow and she fell silent. Being struck was such a foreign experience for the girl that it seemed to have stunned her into silence. The man's words rang through her head as she whispered softly. “The beginning of the end.”
She began to twist her hands against her bindings again, but this time her movements had purpose. Her eyes shifted to the side, as best they could, given the situation. Her gaze was upon her own arm, and the blackened mark that she bore. A year had come and gone since the days of the Orsa of Terminus, and the inquiry brought up memories of a time gone but not forgotten. "They are not one and the same."
She began to twist her hands against her bindings again, but this time her movements had purpose. Her eyes shifted to the side, as best they could, given the situation. Her gaze was upon her own arm, and the blackened mark that she bore. A year had come and gone since the days of the Orsa of Terminus, and the inquiry brought up memories of a time gone but not forgotten. "They are not one and the same."
Jordan Duram sneered, then quickly withdrew the needle. Then he held it up. "I wouldn't struggle against those restraints." He said calmly, before he reached into his briefcase, withdrawing what looked like a cattle prod.
Calmly and almost nonchalantly, he touched it against the back of the metal chair Whisper was sitting in, likely resulting in quite a start.
"What are they? You say they are the beginning of the end, what do you know about them? How can we stop them?"
Calmly and almost nonchalantly, he touched it against the back of the metal chair Whisper was sitting in, likely resulting in quite a start.
"What are they? You say they are the beginning of the end, what do you know about them? How can we stop them?"
Whisper jerked against the restraints, her eyes flashing with something bordering on vehemence as she cast a murderous glance at Jordan. But just as quickly as the look appeared, it was gone again and a low chuckle reached Whisper's lips. Tilting her head back her eyes rolled to the side to get a look at Jordan. “The beginning of their own end. You seek ghosts of the past, they are no more.”
Jordan Duram continued to slowly pace around. "No more you say? What of the individuals that were seeking to attack you, if they were no more why did they attack you?" Duram said, as he brought the cattle prod up into his grasp.
"Ghosts of the past you say? There's a lot of information contained in the Aiyanna files, much of it is dated, they were a powerful group, how could they be destroyed?" He asked, then he tapped the photo of the cultists.
"And what about them?"
"Ghosts of the past you say? There's a lot of information contained in the Aiyanna files, much of it is dated, they were a powerful group, how could they be destroyed?" He asked, then he tapped the photo of the cultists.
"And what about them?"
Whisper glanced to the photos, the low chuckle dying away into somber seriousness. “A new name, a new face. They aren't the same and yet nothing changes. Where one falls another takes its place, it is the way of the world.”
“If you persist in pursuing this, it will be your undoing. You'll know only darkness. A darkness of the likes that only your own mind can conjure up. I have seen it.” Whisper closed her eyes, her expression pained.
“If you persist in pursuing this, it will be your undoing. You'll know only darkness. A darkness of the likes that only your own mind can conjure up. I have seen it.” Whisper closed her eyes, her expression pained.
Jordan Duram was now at this point, batting the cattle prod in his hands. "Nothing changes..." He ran the electrical prod across the metal table, but it didn't emit a shock. "I doubt a cult of magic users could threaten the safety and integrity of the Aschen Confederation, however they are a threat, I will admit that. But this darkness, we are going to be the light which causes the darkness to flee like roaches." Duram explained, his gaze leveling on Whisper.
"Where are their hideouts?"
"Where are their hideouts?"
Whisper could hear the sound of the prod near at hand, but she didn't look up, or open her eyes. “I shouldn't be here,” she murmured more to herself than to Duram and she even went so far as to try and stand from her chair. Though with her hands securely bound, and three man close at hand, she hadn't anywhere to go. “I don't know. I shouldn't be here, you need to let me go,” Whisper said anxiously.
Jordan Duram turned to face Whisper, as one of the Agents made sure she couldn't stand, by planting a firm hand on her shoulder and forcing her to sit back down.
"As soon as you tell us what we want to know, we will release you. But matters of national security matter more than some petty fears of the occult." He said, glaring at Whisper. "What do you have to fear? You're on a ship orbiting the planet, thousands of miles from the surface."
He narrowed his eyes.
"The only thing you have to fear, is what will happen when you don't tell me anything."
"As soon as you tell us what we want to know, we will release you. But matters of national security matter more than some petty fears of the occult." He said, glaring at Whisper. "What do you have to fear? You're on a ship orbiting the planet, thousands of miles from the surface."
He narrowed his eyes.
"The only thing you have to fear, is what will happen when you don't tell me anything."
“Fear you? And your little toys?” Whisper asked as she was shoved back down into the chair. She lacked the physical fortitude to overpower the man in question, and his grip on her shoulder kept her securely in place. With a jerk of her shoulder, she tried to shrug the arm away while her eyes cast daggers at Jordan. The woman's emotions continued to flit about unpredictably and with little warning or explanation. “When you've watched the sanity of those you hold dear burned out of their minds until only a hollow husk remains of their former self, all the while knowing you're next. Then we can talk fear.”
Jordan Duram paced back and fourth. "So it's something that eats away at a person's sanity, can our Anti-magic technology stop it? Halt it's progression or counter it?" He Asked, before he tossed a Mana inhibitor onto the table, the metallic finish clunking on the metal table.
"Can we combat it with our technology?"
"Can we combat it with our technology?"
Jordan Duram leaned forward. "We have the technology to defy gods and demons, we can defy death itself, if it's possible, than our scientists can crack it." Duram said calmly, gesturing to the device.
"What god would be behind this? Hades?"
"What god would be behind this? Hades?"
Jordan Duram growled, then he leaned back. "We're done speaking when I am satisfied with the information, I have obtained, now what god is behind this! Speak!" He barked, before he tapped the cattle prod against the chair to force a response, holding it to maintain a steady stream of electrical pain.
"Who is behind this cult? This 'Corruption' you speak of?"
"Who is behind this cult? This 'Corruption' you speak of?"
Whisper jerked against her bindings again, back arched against the chair as her muscles convulsed painfully. Her face was contorted with a combination of pain and anger, her jaw clenched in a vice grip as the shock left her body incapacitated beneath the steady current of electricity.
She wasn't entirely aware for how long the ordeal had spanned, but as the prod was removed, her head fell forward, and she sagged in the chair. Only the agent's firm grip on her shoulder kept her in place at all. Her breath was thready and labored as she tried to regain her senses.
“I said, we're done speaking to you.” Her words were shaky though, and a bead of sweat ran down her brow. Anxiety perhaps?
She wasn't entirely aware for how long the ordeal had spanned, but as the prod was removed, her head fell forward, and she sagged in the chair. Only the agent's firm grip on her shoulder kept her in place at all. Her breath was thready and labored as she tried to regain her senses.
“I said, we're done speaking to you.” Her words were shaky though, and a bead of sweat ran down her brow. Anxiety perhaps?
Jordan Duram casually tapped the prod once more to the chair, for a few more seconds, then he waved his hand. "We're going to break you, Whisper. We're going to break you and make you spill everything." He said, as the agent threw the back of the Chair down, forcing Whisper to lay down, and then an Agent walked in with an ice cold bucket of water.
"You will tell me everything I wish to know, or you will suffer!" He barked, then two Agents held the girl down before a third covered her face with a cloth, leaving only her mouth exposed, then water was poured on her face, in the nose and the mouth, slowly and steadily for several seconds.
"You can make this all stop, right here, right now."
"You will tell me everything I wish to know, or you will suffer!" He barked, then two Agents held the girl down before a third covered her face with a cloth, leaving only her mouth exposed, then water was poured on her face, in the nose and the mouth, slowly and steadily for several seconds.
"You can make this all stop, right here, right now."
Whisper's eyes rolled wildly in instinctive panic as her chest heaved and struggled for oxygen before she was at last freed to sputter and cough up the icy water. For many long moments the girl did little more than heave and gasp for air around the gargled fluid that had filled her lungs. Bedraggled and chilled to the bone, she tried to sit up but was again forced back down by firm hands. “You're a fool,” she managed to wheeze out. Unfortunately, physical fortitude was not the frail girls forte.
Jordan Duram shook his head, then nodded and the Agents forced her back down. With another filled pitcher of ice water, the waterboarding continued and the col water was slowly poured onto Whisper's face.
"You're going to talk!" He barked, the Agents would force her to sit back up, allowing her to gasp for air before waterboarding her again for several seconds, though there was likely no physical pain, but the psychological torture, the drowning feeling, would replace that physical pain.
"You're going to talk!" He barked, the Agents would force her to sit back up, allowing her to gasp for air before waterboarding her again for several seconds, though there was likely no physical pain, but the psychological torture, the drowning feeling, would replace that physical pain.