(Forbidden Fruit) Quaestionis

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As promised, Detective Cindy Roberts - a smartly dressed, auburn-haired woman with a single grey streak - waits for them at the precinct. Alexander's connections have granted the trio of Iron Spears a chance to question the flesh-fruit dealer in private. Not an easy task and not without risk. The agreement would allow them a private interrogation and a chance to review the evidence, though explicit instructions forbade the three from injuring the captive.

Roberts paces outside the station, smoking a cigarette and constantly checking her watch. One doesn't need to be a mind reader to see she's agitated.

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Roberts shakes the hand but doesn't return the smile.

"Mr. Brown. You're the civilian consultant?" She eyes him up and down for a moment, calculating, before continuing. "Whatever. The suspect is useless right now. None of us can get him to talk sense." She takes another drag of her cigarette before flinging it out onto the street. Another appraising look.

"You think you can?" She frowns. Without waiting for him to answer, she looks over his shoulder. "You were bringing others?"

Just advancing necessary dialogue. Origins Parable feel free to proceed whenever you're ready. Not leaving you out

[Donovan Ackerman]

Donovan tugged at the tie like he was trying to get a lasso off from around his neck. The suit was a cheap rental and it felt like it was too by half. It had felt loose when he’d first put it on. However, having found and read Alex’s note, the Wizened had hardened his Mask. Which he now regretted because his mortal guise of glamour was not as stavingly skinny as he was normally. Given he didn’t like fancy dress to begin with, the Woodwalker looked distinctly uncomfortable arriving at the police station. And it still felt like there was a pebble in his shoe.

“Howdy Alex,” he said approaching, glancing around the law enforcement area with a little suspicion. The entire thing still felt weird. Deception wasn’t Donovan’s strong suit. He fidgeted, scratching his head and mussing his bird’s nest of hair. The Mask couldn’t hide everything. At least there weren’t twigs sticking out of it.

“And to you ma’am. Name's Donovan Ackerman,” he said holding out a hand. He hoped they didn’t go looking him up to discover he was supposed to be a 30 year old lawyer.

[Circe]

Before entering Circe sent a text to Alex and Donovan: Circe = Marie Blanc, and put the little telephone away. She couldn't really introduce herself with a homonym taken from a goddess.

Heels click as a stunning blonde walks in right behind Donovan. The woman is dressed in a casual business dress suit, complete with a slate blue tie. Circe certainly looked good in the suit with her mask hardened. She hoped no one asked her too much about law.

She walked up behind Alex but the soft Italian accent was hard and professional. Less like a lawyer and more like a bodyguard or something, "Sorry for the delay Mr Brown. I see Mr Ackerman is here already," she nodded to the lawyer, "Miss, I am Marie Blanc."

[Donovan Ackerman]

Bookkeeping

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"Right." she says, shaking Donovan's hand briefly. "Hello." Circe receives a curt nod. "Miss Blanc. I was just explaining to your colleague Mr. Brown that it's pointless to question the suspect right now." Her attention falls back on Alex again. "We can go over that later. Listen, I don't know who's back you scratched to get time with him. Frankly I don't care. His vitals are stable - for now - but there's no telling what this shit will do to him. I'm out of options and probably out of time."

She gestures towards the door and starts walking without bothering to see if they've fallen in step. Rather than look back at them, she simply raises her voice to compensate. "If you've worked with addicts like this before, maybe you know something I don't." Inside the reception area, she stops just short of the 'employees only' door and looks back over her shoulder. "You three do have experience with his kind, don't you?" Her tone is tired. And impatient.

Rolls may be required, depending on the answer to this question.

[Donovan Ackerman]

Even in a suit Circe looked like she should be standing on a beach somewhere. The whole Mr. Ackerman seemed even more out of place. It reminded him of the noose round his neck. She also did the smart thing and gave a fake name. Something in retrospect he probably should have done, but too late now.

The Wizened stood hunch off to one side, hunched with hands in his pockets as the adults talked. Brown asking questions. Cop trying to shut them down. Sounded like the guy might have ODed on the Fruit, which was unfortunate. Meant they couldn’t examine it first hand. Although…

“Anyone tried makin’ him throw up?” he asked as they were led away to their suspect. “Or pumped his stomach?” Donovan had had to do those things occasional when a herd animal ate something they shouldn’t have. Although that normally involved cutting open their bellies and hoping they survived getting stitched back up. Whatever the case more food for the table.

Stopping short brought him back to reality. He let Alexander do the sweet talking. After giving a real name, Donovan didn’t want to risk giving any clues why they were really here.