Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 19, 2012 14:44:45 GMT -5
Last I checked the BFC had taken the Fortress as their HQ. If someone has a problem with this please let me know!
Continued from here for Phugsius
1 Hour after the capture of the dangerous criminals in Fenrir'sWoods Bog
"You have some explaining to do." The first words out of Maggie's mouth as she walked into Phugsius' interrogation room were full of ice. There was a sharpness in her eyes as she walked into the room and threw down a pile of files onto the table with a loud snap.
The woman had been itching for her moment to talk to the criminals from the moment she got them back to the Church. A deep burn of desire for justice was smoldering inside of her and filling the witch with purpose. However Phugsius had to be booked into jail and preliminary information had to be gathered. Anil needed to be brought to the medical center and she would have to wait even longer to get the vital information out of him that she needed. Every second she couldn't be talking to them was another second Roan could get away and either be healed or die in some forgotten corner of the world and not be found. Both of those possibilities nagged at her but Maggie forced herself to be as patient as she could. When she arrived in the room she was fresh from a shower and in clean robes and looking as angry as a wet cat.
After processing he had been brought straight to what appeared to be a plain interrogation room. One table with two chairs were placed in the center and the walls were plain and solid brick. Unseen were the magical spells and hexes against apparation and transformation. The door was made of solid silver right down to the door handle and the room was lit by bright globes on the walls.
"Phugsius Charadus, explain." There was force in the witch's voice as she opened one of the files in front of the man and thrust one finger at a grotesque picture on top. It was of a charred body surrounded by ash and dying embers. There were no identifying features about the corpse except one single thing: the black scale dragon skin cloak wrapped around it. That cloak had been the only way they had identified Roan Aliagh's victim as it was quite distinctive to the officials of the school. This man had been burned beyond physical recognition and was the one confirmed murder in this case.
So Maggie had been quite shocked when the identification of one of the men she had brought in had come back with the same name as the victim. Phugsius had been confirmed dead of a brutal murder, and yet here he sat. If Margaret had one even doubt that he was involved with this case those doubts were now all erased and she wanted answers. Now.
Continued from here for Phugsius
1 Hour after the capture of the dangerous criminals in Fenrir's
"You have some explaining to do." The first words out of Maggie's mouth as she walked into Phugsius' interrogation room were full of ice. There was a sharpness in her eyes as she walked into the room and threw down a pile of files onto the table with a loud snap.
The woman had been itching for her moment to talk to the criminals from the moment she got them back to the Church. A deep burn of desire for justice was smoldering inside of her and filling the witch with purpose. However Phugsius had to be booked into jail and preliminary information had to be gathered. Anil needed to be brought to the medical center and she would have to wait even longer to get the vital information out of him that she needed. Every second she couldn't be talking to them was another second Roan could get away and either be healed or die in some forgotten corner of the world and not be found. Both of those possibilities nagged at her but Maggie forced herself to be as patient as she could. When she arrived in the room she was fresh from a shower and in clean robes and looking as angry as a wet cat.
After processing he had been brought straight to what appeared to be a plain interrogation room. One table with two chairs were placed in the center and the walls were plain and solid brick. Unseen were the magical spells and hexes against apparation and transformation. The door was made of solid silver right down to the door handle and the room was lit by bright globes on the walls.
"Phugsius Charadus, explain." There was force in the witch's voice as she opened one of the files in front of the man and thrust one finger at a grotesque picture on top. It was of a charred body surrounded by ash and dying embers. There were no identifying features about the corpse except one single thing: the black scale dragon skin cloak wrapped around it. That cloak had been the only way they had identified Roan Aliagh's victim as it was quite distinctive to the officials of the school. This man had been burned beyond physical recognition and was the one confirmed murder in this case.
So Maggie had been quite shocked when the identification of one of the men she had brought in had come back with the same name as the victim. Phugsius had been confirmed dead of a brutal murder, and yet here he sat. If Margaret had one even doubt that he was involved with this case those doubts were now all erased and she wanted answers. Now.