Occupation: Officer
Age: 29
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 170 lbs
Species: Human
Race: n/a
Affliction: n/a
Birthplace: Granpaix
Nationality: Lutetian
Current Residence: Lutetia
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Richard Cunorix
"This isn't a joke."
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Vargeras Precinct: Interrogation Rooms
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen
Description
Occupation: Officer
Age: 29
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 170 lbs
Species: Human
Race: n/a
Affliction: n/a
Birthplace: Granpaix
Nationality: Lutetian
Current Residence: Lutetia
Abilities:
So begins...
Richard Cunorix's Story
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"You haven't got shit," Baron retorted as Leon patted him down.
Aside from the side-arm, he didn't appear to have any other weapons on him, and he endured the accosting through grit teeth. His first impulse was to knock the shit out of the little ass-wipe sneering at him, but the gun to the back of his neck kept him more or less compliant.
It didn't take a genius to see that the racist little shit would love nothing more than for Baron to give him an excuse to pull that trigger.
Meanwhile, as if to directly contradict Baron's words, Jeanne's voice crackled over Leon's radio, giving the order for Baron's arrest.
Aside from the side-arm, he didn't appear to have any other weapons on him, and he endured the accosting through grit teeth. His first impulse was to knock the shit out of the little ass-wipe sneering at him, but the gun to the back of his neck kept him more or less compliant.
It didn't take a genius to see that the racist little shit would love nothing more than for Baron to give him an excuse to pull that trigger.
Meanwhile, as if to directly contradict Baron's words, Jeanne's voice crackled over Leon's radio, giving the order for Baron's arrest.
Richard listened to the radio without taking his eyes off the scene. He motioned toward the door and moved toward it. "Everyone outside! No pushing. No fighting. No sudden movements. Don't make this hard on yourselves. Get moving," he ordered, motioning toward the exit.
"Leon, try not to piss him off too much, yeah? You're not here to be an asshole," Richard commented as he tried to get everyone out.
"Leon, try not to piss him off too much, yeah? You're not here to be an asshole," Richard commented as he tried to get everyone out.
Blaze was completely confused and lost, the Bar was the place she had planned on crashing at, since she had no home. "Well now I have nowhere to go tonight" she sighed and sat down on a bench outside the bar. She only knew two pack members, and trusted them. One was being arrested, the other was no where to be seen.
During the commotion, when the cops started springing into action, Ivan moved quickly.
He was around the bar counter right at the point guns started being drawn, his hands hidden behind the stick as he watched the sudden movements, how Baron was suddenly being patted down. His hands were quick, efficient. A cop yelled at him to get outside, and that was fine.
That was easy.
Flipping up the back portion of his coat, he did something to his waistband, tucked an object in the small of his back, under his belt, before letting the waistcoat fall over it, covering it.
He raised his hands, smiled a little as he came back around the bar, keeping his movements easy, unconcerned.
"Keep your shirt on," he told the lady cop as he started walking towards the door, one of his hands forming an "OK" signal to Baron as he caught the other werewolf's eye for a brief moment.
He just hoped that the dumb fucks running the joint kept the safety on.
He was around the bar counter right at the point guns started being drawn, his hands hidden behind the stick as he watched the sudden movements, how Baron was suddenly being patted down. His hands were quick, efficient. A cop yelled at him to get outside, and that was fine.
That was easy.
Flipping up the back portion of his coat, he did something to his waistband, tucked an object in the small of his back, under his belt, before letting the waistcoat fall over it, covering it.
He raised his hands, smiled a little as he came back around the bar, keeping his movements easy, unconcerned.
"Keep your shirt on," he told the lady cop as he started walking towards the door, one of his hands forming an "OK" signal to Baron as he caught the other werewolf's eye for a brief moment.
He just hoped that the dumb fucks running the joint kept the safety on.
The station house down in Lupaix was a solid building made of faded red brick that was chipped and broken here and there. The entrance was arched, and in flaking paint there was the name of the department and the district. The floors were cold and made of smooth concrete. There was one wide hallway down from the entrance with squeaky plastic fans down the center, with two hallways and multiple rooms that branched off to the left and the right.
They had brought Baron to the interrogation room, down the left side of the hallway. Richard had his shoulder leaned up against the one-way window, gazing at the Bloodstone pack leader, arms crossed.
"One hell of a day," he grumbled. His mind whirred. He never had liked Baron and his gang. Never was fond of werewolves in general. Now they almost had one of the bigger packs in the bag. "Mauling a woman and locking her up in a basement. How many years do you think we can put him in for kidnapping?" he said to Leon, moving toward the door to the interrogation room.
He walked in, taking the chair opposite of the werewolf.
"What an eventful evening it must have been for you, Baron," chuckled the officer. "How's that seat? Comfortable?"
They had brought Baron to the interrogation room, down the left side of the hallway. Richard had his shoulder leaned up against the one-way window, gazing at the Bloodstone pack leader, arms crossed.
"One hell of a day," he grumbled. His mind whirred. He never had liked Baron and his gang. Never was fond of werewolves in general. Now they almost had one of the bigger packs in the bag. "Mauling a woman and locking her up in a basement. How many years do you think we can put him in for kidnapping?" he said to Leon, moving toward the door to the interrogation room.
He walked in, taking the chair opposite of the werewolf.
"What an eventful evening it must have been for you, Baron," chuckled the officer. "How's that seat? Comfortable?"
Eli always thought that the various police departments around Terra favor people with exceptional amounts of simian genome in them, since suppressing the commonwealth with brute strength tends to get along with law enforcement. Currently the law was enforcing Eli out of the bar, since the situation escalated from a simple property search to something more serious. All that time Eli was trying to stay inconspicuous, all the while eavesdropping on whatever the police had with the bar patrons. Eli suspected the secret dog fighting ring downstairs was a health liability and now the said "mutts" of the bar are being let astray.
And now, he was back on the street, with no useful information and only a bottle of jack. He had an urge to slip away before the police question him, but then again he was innocent. What would he have to be afraid of? He sat down on a street corner, pondering where a man from the grave should belong in this city. The other undead were hardly of any interest. This put Eli to think how boring he was himself, and whether being monotonous and boring was a part of being undead. He certainly hadn't won the bar people's hearts, that's for sure.
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The station house down in Lupaix was a solid building made of faded red brick that was chipped and broken here and there. The entrance was arched, and in flaking paint there was the name of the department and the district. The floors were cold and made of smooth concrete. There was one wide hallway down from the entrance with squeaky plastic fans down the center, with two hallways and multiple rooms that branched off to the left and the right.
They had brought Baron to the interrogation room, down the left side of the hallway. Richard had his shoulder leaned up against the one-way window, gazing at the Bloodstone pack leader, arms crossed.
"One hell of a day," he grumbled. His mind whirred. He never had liked Baron and his gang. Never was fond of werewolves in general. Now they almost had one of the bigger packs in the bag. "Mauling a woman and locking her up in a basement. How many years do you think we can put him in for kidnapping?" he said to Leon, moving toward the door to the interrogation room.
He walked in, taking the chair opposite of the werewolf.
"What an eventful evening it must have been for you, Baron," chuckled the officer. "How's that seat? Comfortable?"
They had brought Baron to the interrogation room, down the left side of the hallway. Richard had his shoulder leaned up against the one-way window, gazing at the Bloodstone pack leader, arms crossed.
"One hell of a day," he grumbled. His mind whirred. He never had liked Baron and his gang. Never was fond of werewolves in general. Now they almost had one of the bigger packs in the bag. "Mauling a woman and locking her up in a basement. How many years do you think we can put him in for kidnapping?" he said to Leon, moving toward the door to the interrogation room.
He walked in, taking the chair opposite of the werewolf.
"What an eventful evening it must have been for you, Baron," chuckled the officer. "How's that seat? Comfortable?"
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"About as comfortable as last time," Baron answered. "Got a cigarette?"
Of course he knew well that Richard didn't, nor could he have smoked it anyways with his arms still restrained behind his back. The zipties where cutting in deep enough that his thumbs had gone numb with a steady throbbing ache, but he offered no complaint. He had no intention of giving Leon the satisfaction of showing any discomfort at his predicament.
If anything, he seemed comfortably flippant about the whole matter.
Of course he knew well that Richard didn't, nor could he have smoked it anyways with his arms still restrained behind his back. The zipties where cutting in deep enough that his thumbs had gone numb with a steady throbbing ache, but he offered no complaint. He had no intention of giving Leon the satisfaction of showing any discomfort at his predicament.
If anything, he seemed comfortably flippant about the whole matter.
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Leon strode into the interrogation room, a smug smirk painted across his face. He dropped the clear evidence bag on the table in front of Baron. "This seem familiar to you, babe?"
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Richard sneered at Baron's attitude, though he had expected it from the very beginning. "Always a struggle with you werewolves, isn't it?" he growled. You put a rottweiler and wolf in a room together. No one was going to be happy. "Get over yourself, Baron. You're in an awful position to keep up that persona."
When the plastic bag was plopped on the table, the cop rose a brow. "What's this?" he asked Leon, gesturing to the item.
When the plastic bag was plopped on the table, the cop rose a brow. "What's this?" he asked Leon, gesturing to the item.
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"Should it?" Baron inquired.
He knew full well what it was, and he knew full well how it came to be on his person, but he had no intention of being remotely cooperative with Leon.
He knew full well what it was, and he knew full well how it came to be on his person, but he had no intention of being remotely cooperative with Leon.
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"Dunno, the the dead 19 year old that we matched it too sure does though" He stepped behind him, attempting to kick his chair towards the table so that it pressed against his ribs. "Go ahead, take a closer look"
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Richard's eyes darted down to the knife between them. His fingers tapped atop his knee. He hadn't seen that knife before. Of course, he hadn't been at the crime scene. He'd been busy at the time. He had heard it radioed in earlier that day, but that was it.
"Wouldn't surprise me," began Richard, giving Baron a hard glare. "Two murders in the space of a few hours. One with a knife-" He flicked the edge of the bag with his finger. "Presumably yours? And another... right in the alley of your bar. A little suspicious, wouldn't you say, Baron? Where were you at the time of the murder, then? Early today. Earlier than when we came down, anyway."
"Wouldn't surprise me," began Richard, giving Baron a hard glare. "Two murders in the space of a few hours. One with a knife-" He flicked the edge of the bag with his finger. "Presumably yours? And another... right in the alley of your bar. A little suspicious, wouldn't you say, Baron? Where were you at the time of the murder, then? Early today. Earlier than when we came down, anyway."
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Baron snorted derisively. It was all starting to fall in place, and it wasn't often he got to witness a police officer committing career suicide.
"Bit of friendly advice?" he offered Richard. "Your friend here is a moron. The question you should be asking is why I supposedly had a knife to a murder, that's going to have his prints instead of mine all over it. A murder apparently committed earlier today, while I have a bar full of witnesses placing me at The Den all day."
He let out a low throaty chuckle.
"So again, go fuck yourself," he told Leon over his shoulder.
The painfully obvious plant of evidence on Baron had been career damaging enough, but Leon had likely just established himself as a primary suspect in the murder of the nineteen year old. Even if the police couldn't scrounge up evidence enough to pin the murder itself on him.... he could well see jail time simply for the planting of evidence.
"Bit of friendly advice?" he offered Richard. "Your friend here is a moron. The question you should be asking is why I supposedly had a knife to a murder, that's going to have his prints instead of mine all over it. A murder apparently committed earlier today, while I have a bar full of witnesses placing me at The Den all day."
He let out a low throaty chuckle.
"So again, go fuck yourself," he told Leon over his shoulder.
The painfully obvious plant of evidence on Baron had been career damaging enough, but Leon had likely just established himself as a primary suspect in the murder of the nineteen year old. Even if the police couldn't scrounge up evidence enough to pin the murder itself on him.... he could well see jail time simply for the planting of evidence.
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"A partial on the handle, cant really pull it out of your pocket without touchin it. You've spent you fair share of time in court. Suprised you havent learn anythin from it."
He nudged the bag towards him.
"Why'd yah do it? Thought you took in strays, not killed em. What happened? One of your mutts get heated and come crawling to you to protect em after sticking this into a kids back a few times? Body was found with seven distinct stab marks, coroner puts the TOD at 7 in the morning. Body was clearly moved. What, didn't want anymore attention at the bar? Dead bodies tend to be bad for business."
He nudged the bag towards him.
"Why'd yah do it? Thought you took in strays, not killed em. What happened? One of your mutts get heated and come crawling to you to protect em after sticking this into a kids back a few times? Body was found with seven distinct stab marks, coroner puts the TOD at 7 in the morning. Body was clearly moved. What, didn't want anymore attention at the bar? Dead bodies tend to be bad for business."
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Richard folded his arms, eyes darting up to Leon with a raised brow. So it wasn't Baron who'd done it. He'd just helped hide the weapon. He began to wonder if they'd failed getting a second body into the dumpster at the Den. But there wasn't a blood trail, no sign that the body there had been moved. So was it just a coincidence?
Four attacks in a week. That number was surprisingly concerning for a city built atop corpses.
"Well?" grumbled Richard. "What do you have to say to that, Baron?"
Four attacks in a week. That number was surprisingly concerning for a city built atop corpses.
"Well?" grumbled Richard. "What do you have to say to that, Baron?"
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"Say to that? I say you should bend your partner over the table and fuck him in the ass. He looks like a pansy little bitch who would like that," Baron told Richard.
Only the tenseness of the muscles in his jaw and shoulders betrayed his physical discomfort, but even with the table edge being ground into his ribs, and the zipties cutting painfully into his wrists, Baron was choosing to remain uncooperative; after all, he already had what he was after.
Only the tenseness of the muscles in his jaw and shoulders betrayed his physical discomfort, but even with the table edge being ground into his ribs, and the zipties cutting painfully into his wrists, Baron was choosing to remain uncooperative; after all, he already had what he was after.
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Like the opportunist she was, Jeanne opened the door with a creak, expression grim below her auburn bangs. "The real question is what do you two have to say for yourselves?" she spat, closing the door behind her. "Did you know the ambulance crashed? The woman is missing. I cannot find her."
She shifted her gaze to Baron and circled around behind him, a crease in her brow. "Selene bless, are your fingers purple?"
Jeanne looked up at Richard and Leon with a scowl. "What are you guys doing? We're not trying to turn him into an amputee! You know what? Leon, get down to Ninette in the lab. She's looking at the young man's body from this afternoon. Richard, you... just leave. Both of you, just leave. I'll take care of Baron. I want you two out."
She shifted her gaze to Baron and circled around behind him, a crease in her brow. "Selene bless, are your fingers purple?"
Jeanne looked up at Richard and Leon with a scowl. "What are you guys doing? We're not trying to turn him into an amputee! You know what? Leon, get down to Ninette in the lab. She's looking at the young man's body from this afternoon. Richard, you... just leave. Both of you, just leave. I'll take care of Baron. I want you two out."
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