Jester leaned over the space shuttle's cafe table. They were minutes from the largest, convict facility. In outer space no less. She was a doctor and she had permission from the president to go up there and question a couple of the convicts on how they were being treated. After all, they were just as human as everyone else.
"Ms. Izumi? We are pulling into the docking station. Please be ready to board," Mason, her bodyguard, told her.
Jester nodded then stood and grabbed her rucksack, then strapped on her thigh holster for her 1911 colt handgun. Then she followed Mason to the shuttle's door. A slight tremor was sent through the ship as it docked and she waited patiently for the doors to open. When they did, she followed Mason into the large outer space base and shook hands with the prison's warden.
"Ms. Izumi, I have to say that its nice to see a woman around here," he said with a smile.
"Well warden i would assume that you mean professionally and in that case i should say that you need more women around to keep this place in order," she said seriously and Mason couldnt help but laugh quietly trying to cover it up by coughing.
The warden blushed in embarrassment then led them to the elevator. He opened it and let Jester as well as Mason inside. They went up to the fourth floor, where a man met them and led them to the room they would be asking the questions in.
"Im sorry but we cant allow weapons inside. The prisoner will be locked up but we cant take the chances of them getting a hold of it," he said.
Jester nodded then removed her gun and handed it to the man. He put it in a bucket beside the door and held out his hand for Mason's gun which he handed to him. But Mason also had a knife in his boot which all he had to hope for is that the convict wasnt a pickpocket. Jester was let inside the room with Mason behind her. He stood in the far corner and watched the convict through narrowed eyes. Jester sat at the metal table and set her clipboard on it, looking over the table at the convict.
"Hello. Im Jester Izumi and i would just like to ask you a couple of questions," she said to the convict.
"Ms. Izumi? We are pulling into the docking station. Please be ready to board," Mason, her bodyguard, told her.
Jester nodded then stood and grabbed her rucksack, then strapped on her thigh holster for her 1911 colt handgun. Then she followed Mason to the shuttle's door. A slight tremor was sent through the ship as it docked and she waited patiently for the doors to open. When they did, she followed Mason into the large outer space base and shook hands with the prison's warden.
"Ms. Izumi, I have to say that its nice to see a woman around here," he said with a smile.
"Well warden i would assume that you mean professionally and in that case i should say that you need more women around to keep this place in order," she said seriously and Mason couldnt help but laugh quietly trying to cover it up by coughing.
The warden blushed in embarrassment then led them to the elevator. He opened it and let Jester as well as Mason inside. They went up to the fourth floor, where a man met them and led them to the room they would be asking the questions in.
"Im sorry but we cant allow weapons inside. The prisoner will be locked up but we cant take the chances of them getting a hold of it," he said.
Jester nodded then removed her gun and handed it to the man. He put it in a bucket beside the door and held out his hand for Mason's gun which he handed to him. But Mason also had a knife in his boot which all he had to hope for is that the convict wasnt a pickpocket. Jester was let inside the room with Mason behind her. He stood in the far corner and watched the convict through narrowed eyes. Jester sat at the metal table and set her clipboard on it, looking over the table at the convict.
"Hello. Im Jester Izumi and i would just like to ask you a couple of questions," she said to the convict.
{Honestly, I was reading this and got an idea. If you do not mind I would like to join this rp and just wondering, how would you feel if the convect was a 17 year old teen with a split personalty?If not I will post!}
A young man with dark hair hanging in his face slowly glanced up. His different colored eyes were the only sign of actuel life despite being glazed over by a guilt he didn't understand. He was frightened, and confused of many things. What would happen? Why didn't anyone believe him when he told them the truth. He didn't remember anything, he didn't know anything. The only person that could answer any questions was not so willing to admit to any crimes he had committed. For once, Damion Ando, Raven Ando's other self, had basically barracked himself in the young mans mind. Damion would be silent despite a few cruel comments towards everyone else and making Raven be the one to voice these words. Raven hated all of this.
Raven ignored what the woman had said, when she walked through the door he immediately put his own shield up.Damion was not going to have the satisfaction of scaring off yet another person, another chance for Raven to explain himself. He just hoped that this woman wasn't his last change.
A young man with dark hair hanging in his face slowly glanced up. His different colored eyes were the only sign of actuel life despite being glazed over by a guilt he didn't understand. He was frightened, and confused of many things. What would happen? Why didn't anyone believe him when he told them the truth. He didn't remember anything, he didn't know anything. The only person that could answer any questions was not so willing to admit to any crimes he had committed. For once, Damion Ando, Raven Ando's other self, had basically barracked himself in the young mans mind. Damion would be silent despite a few cruel comments towards everyone else and making Raven be the one to voice these words. Raven hated all of this.
Raven ignored what the woman had said, when she walked through the door he immediately put his own shield up.Damion was not going to have the satisfaction of scaring off yet another person, another chance for Raven to explain himself. He just hoped that this woman wasn't his last change.
Karma sat in an interrogation much like the one Raven was in farther down the hallway, the only difference between the rooms was that the one Karma was in had shackles mounted to the walls and a magical barrier inside the room to prevent Karma from somehow hurting whoever was going to interrogate her. She was sedated and chained to the wall in a kneeling position while the table sat in front of her, a little low so the interrogator could see her. "I'm boooorred." She complained with a snicker when she saw the horrified faces of her guards.
"Shut up, 001." A man on the other side of the glass yelled, banging on it to make his point clear. The glass was thinner then most glasses but it was protected by magic to weaken Karma's powers. Karma let her head drop and her bangs cover her multi-colored eyes as she sung slightly to herself while waiting.
"Shut up, 001." A man on the other side of the glass yelled, banging on it to make his point clear. The glass was thinner then most glasses but it was protected by magic to weaken Karma's powers. Karma let her head drop and her bangs cover her multi-colored eyes as she sung slightly to herself while waiting.
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