| Subject: OOC: I meant shopping for school supplies. School's about to start, so I might have more infrequent posts....Anyway, next part's inside, as always :) |
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Tacroy Bladefire
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Date Posted: 20:15:11 08/10/03 Sun
In reply to:
Vi
's message, "OOC: Hey. I thought only us girls went shopping. If shopping was a sport, my sister'd be a champion. You know what she wanted for her birthday? A $1000.00 shopping trip for her best friend Beth, and herself. And she got it!" on 09:03:26 08/10/03 Sun
Although it was morning, the weak light of the watery winter sun did little to dispell the freezing temperatures. The sun hung in a sky chocked with thick, gray clouds as if mocking the citizens of Herigon as they stirred and prepared themselves for the hard, brutal struggle of everyday life. It had started snowing at dawn and it showed no signs of stopping. White flakes floated down from the heavens onto the stained ground, where they were quickly crushed into a filthy gray slush, just as the once rich citizens of Herigon had been crushed into what they were now, shadows of a better time.
Reggis, the High Comander of the King's Personal Guard, squatted down on his haunches and examined the symbol etched deeply into the wall of the small bedroom. He ran his fingers over the carved G and the feather behind it and then down onto the dried bloodstains that had dripped down from the mark. Shaking his head in anger and disgust, he rose suddenly, wiping his hand on his red cloak as if he had touched something utterly revolting. Turning, he nodded to his squad of guards, watching him tensly from the doorframe of the bedroom. "It was him all right," said Reggis angrily. "The Gyrfalcon has indeed returned to Herigon."
The gurads stirred uneasily and cast fearful glances at the bloodstained sheets on the small bed, but Reggis payed them little attention. Running his hand through his blonde hair, he pushed his way through his men and strode back down the long corridor, the experssion on his heavy features that of pure rage.
The High Commander made his way to the living room where the rest of the dead man's family stood huddled together. The children, a girl and a boy were weeping silently, holding on to each other and their mother as if clinging desperatly to a life raft in the swirling, turbulent rapids of their life. Their mother was gazing dully into space, her eyes dead and unseeing, and her face sunken and skull like. The grandmother surprisingly, was the only one who seemed able to talk, and as Reggis approached, she half whispered, half choked out, "was it him?"
Reggis nodded. "It was. If you want me to catch him, I'm going to need you to answer a few questions." He shot a quick glance at the younger woman and her children, but made no move to console him. His job was to track down criminals, not comfort peasants.
The old woman nodded. "Of course High Commander...go ahead." Her voice was painfully dry and cracked, but Reggis payed no attention to that.
"Did you or any other member of your family hear or see anything suspicious last night?" Slowly, the elderly woman shook her head. "Was the door firmly locked before you retired last night?" The old woman nodded. "And yet, when you awoke, the lock was unbroken and shut again?" Another nod. Reggis felt impatience boiling within him. This was exactly like all the other Gyrfalcon's work. He never left a trace of breaking in and sealed the locks behind him. No one ever saw or heard him and nobody even knew what he looked like. The old woman must have seen the anger in his face, for she hesitated a second, then slowly bent over and picked up a long black object from the floor. "But, the Falcon did leave this, High Commander." She handed it to Reggis who took it, his eyes shining with uncharacteristic surprise. "This is the Gyrfalcon's?"
The woman nodded. "It must be. It certainly wasn't my son's and it's too big to for anyone else in this house."
"The Gyrfalcon never leaves anything behind! Where did you find it?"
The woman shifted uncomfortably. "Well?" snapped Reggis. "It...it was on me when I woke. He must have put it there..." She shuddered violently, hating the man who had draped it around her and feeling as if she was suddenly dirtied and soiled from his touch. Reggis raised an eyebrow.
"Odd Falcon,very odd," he muttered to himself. "and it could be your undoing. Maybe, with luck, you'll be mine by the end of this week, and then you'll ber sorry, so ver sorry." The woman stared at him and Reggis shook his head to clear it.
"Thank you for handing over this cloak. we'll put our finest scent hounds on his track!" He turned to his guards which had come from the bedroom and tossed the cloak to one of them who caught it carefully in gloved hands. Nodding to his men, the High Commander made his way to the door and without a backward glance at the crippled family,opened it, and strode outside.
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