Good Cop Bad Cop

[~Arx Fatalis~]

As Ao'fet finished her story, Faulias frowned. "Really? I'd expected more than just another tube-child on a kill-call. No offense, but I see those a LOT." He sighed, the chair groaning in unison with his breath. "But... at least you're not crying about it, that's always a plus. I'd be a liar if I said that didn't get annoying as hell..."

Getting out of the now-cracked chair, Faulias began pacing the room. "Christ, how long is this guy gonna take? I'll be in a coffin by the time it's my turn."

[~Nightclaw~]

((Alright, random post ahoy, but hell, i may as well try and kick start this RP. it's got potential.))

As if one Tube Baby wasn't enough, another had just walked through the door. At first, she appeared to be your average human, but then you noticed the tail, the snowy white fur with black spots, the large, perked ears, and more importantly, the feline facial features.

She was Fiera, the ex-Federation scientist that Ao'fet had teasingly called the 'Shonen Jump girl'. She wasn't wearing her suit like she normally did, instead it was a pair of baggy gray cargo pants, and a black tank top, which, if one looked carefully enough, had zip all underneath.

In truth, Fiera wasn't a tube baby. She'd been a normal human before her fellow scientists decided to make her the focus of their experiments. She'd spent months in a cryo-tbe as they tinkered with her DNA, and once they got bored of their perverse little game, they sold her to the lowest bidder. Naturally, given her at times savage feline nature, he was soon carted off in a body bag, and she'd started work as a hacker and occasionally a merc.

Sitting herself down outside the interrogation room, one could see her fur had beads of sweat here and there. "For the love of God, turn the heating down..." she muttered to herself. Glancing across at the others, she rose a paw-like hand in greeting to Ao'fet, and simply looked over the other two.

[~Arx Fatalis~]

As Faulias paced the room still, a newcomer had entered the office outside the interrogation chambers. She simply walked in the room, sat down, raised a paw-like hand at Ao'fet, and barely glanced at the others.

"Well, nice to have another talkative person in the room. I'm suprised that you would ever be quiet," he said sarcastically. "Come on, give us a name, or something. God knows we have nothing else to do, other than laugh at those two guards. They still look disappointed, Ao'fet..." He chuckled slightly as the two guardsmen glared at him.

[~Scout~]

Siral ignored the comments at him by the weird woman. He wasn't here to waste his time with pleasantries. He was here to interrogate a prisoner.

The energy being looked up at the newcomer. "Well, hello," he said. "What's wrong, are you shy?" He rose up out of his chair and floated above the ground. "I am Siral." He materialized a shadowy arm and hand, with thin, almost bone-like fingers.

[~Nightclaw~]

Fiera pouted at the man, and shrugged. "Who I talk to depends on whether I like them or not." the feline girl said, her voice having a permanent, underlying purr. She tilted her head for a moment, as if reading him like a book and nodded. "Fiera."

Blinking as the shadowy creature extended a hand from seemingly nowhere, she hesitated for a moment before reaching out and shaking it. "Nice to meet you. So, the Feds finally caught her, huh? Took you long enough." She directed th last part to the two guards, as if it was their fault Grey Fox had been allowed to run rampant through the galaxy.

[~Scout~]

"The federation has always been competent enough, when they put their mind to something," Siral said. "In this case, they must have put substantial effort into capturing Grace Friedman. I doubt they would have done this much to get anybody else. She should be honored, really."

[~Arx Fatalis~]

"The federation has always been competent enough, when they put their mind to something," Siral said. "In this case, they must have put substantial effort into capturing Grace Friedman. I doubt they would have done this much to get anybody else. She should be honored, really."

"I don't know about the rest of you..." Faulias quipped, "but if I were Grace, and I were here right now, I would be far from honored. I'd be pissed." He took his place in the cracked chair he sat in earlier. Then, visibly frustrated, he groaned.

"Dear sweet Jesus lord in a birch-bark canoe, how much longer is this going to take?! My hairs have gotten ever grayer just by being here."

[+transcon+]

Archived due to over one month of inactivity.