Once he sees that Roderick and the Campbell fellow have everything more or less contained, Dillon walks by them and snaps his fingers curtly. His voice comes out as another grunting half-growl.
"Pearson. With me."
That's all he needs to say. The old soldier is either very confident in his own worth, or scared too stupid to do anything but obey the directives given him. He follows behind the Reeve diligently, as they head toward his office.
Dillon notes, with some small dismay, that Tracy and her friend have already followed Martha to her office. It looks as though he won't get a chance to greet her for real tonight. Oh well. It can wait, he supposes; inferring that they aren't merely passing through. But getting to say hi to her again would have surely given Dillon the uplift to his mood that he needs. Well, not needs. Desires.
He could really use the pick-me-up before doing what he feels he must.
The door to the Reeve's office shuts behind the two of them. Shuts, and locks.
You must understand. What Asa Clarke did to Korvin Angustri was not cruelty. It was Mercy. Generosity. In Dillon's eyes, anyway. The magnanimous gift of quick and instant destruction from a Prince who has only shown his subjects the very pinnacle of Kindred hospitality. Dillon himself has been all over. To many Domains in several countries... and honestly? The neonates here have no idea just how good they've got it made. So yes: Mercy. Generosity.
But Dillon is feeling neither merciful nor generous.
He is tired of having his authority mocked and trampled on. He is beyond fed up with foolish bottom-feeders coming to Elysium and fouling all over the welcome they are given by acting like clowns.
Perhaps after a few of them go missing, they will start to get the message.
The Reeve never emerges from his office again, this morning. His work draws on and on, until he knows it must finish, so he can sleep. While he doesn't normally make a Haven of Nox, today will be the abnormality.
Thus, any Auspex wielder walking the soundproofed halls may catch traces of rough handling. The occasional sound of flesh being impacted with blunt force trauma. A muffled moan of anguish, as someone helpless to their own misery sounds while they are being dissected with a grease rag crammed in their throat.
It's important to get Roderick Pearson into as many small containers as possible for easy disposal anyway. His remains will not crumble to ash for some time. They will need to be disposed of long before then; before they begin to putrefy. Perhaps starting with his extremities, or making a separate container for his skin, eyes, ears, nose, and teeth isn't strictly necessary. But, as stated earlier, Dillon is feeling far from merciful.
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Action |
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Roll |
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Result |
| 2014-08-10 11:05:22 |
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Dillon Connery rolls 2 to degen check; torture (10 Again) |
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7, 8 |
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1 success |
As a Formal Court is upcoming within a matter of days, let's begin wrapping up, anyone who is left!
Lol no degen
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