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3:32pm Jul 10 2019
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Witches have always lived among humans, they were once worshipped as deities, they were rulers and revered advisors. However, the power they held eventually caused jealousy among humanity, and that jealousy turned to fear, leading to a turbulent history of times of witch hunts and uneasy peace before the official decriminalization of their very existence in the early 1900s. Since then witches have been accepted once again into society, living among humanity as politicians, doctors and hipster coffee shop owners.
There has been over a century of peace, but it has not been without unease. Most witches have resigned themselves to live in peace among humanity but others seek to return to the way it once was. The daily news is a barrage of tragedy, politicians who care not for their constituents and big companies who get away with destroying the earth and polluting the seas. There's a group of witches that will no longer stand for it, and they plan on taking back the power that they believe is rightfully theirs.
The Clades. In the beginning, they were merely whispers among the anarchists in witch society. Their symbols graffitied around were seen as a silly joke. Then came the pamphlets that would show up magically under doormats or in purses, messages scrawled in magic that danced before your eyes and disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. Then came the bombs. It was systematic, first, it was the anti-witch communities, churches, and the courthouse. It was bright flashes of pure magic that shook the ground and coloured the sky, the branching symbol of the Clades for all to see.
The Hunters. A department of the police, directly descended from the witch hunters of olde were the ones sent in to clean the mess. Mainly made up of humans, with few witches in their ranks, the force was mainly used to track down magic-related crimes of trafficking, drugs, and murder. They weren't ready for the great destruction that the Clades brought. Struggling with public outcry for safety they began rounding up all witches, regardless of if they were involved or not, starting a 21st-century witch hunt.
The streets are uneasy. Neighbours untrusting of neighbours, witches fearful that they may be turned in for a connection to a crime that they had no part of, anti-witch groups calling for public executions while other witches struggle with the idea of joining the Clades if they have no other choice.
Especially when the Clades are not done. They plan on blowing up the city hall, but can the Hunters figure out their plan before it’s too late?
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I GOT SO LAZY AT THE END THERE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO LONG LMAO
Anyways that bring in our characters, my girl a witch who gets roped into helping the Hunters, and your character a hunter that gets stuck working with her
So bios?? It's just an outline just feel free to structure it however I know you like you do your own thing lol
Name: Gender: Age: Appearance: Personality: Theme Song: (Just for fun cause I think it's neat, and also I wanna listen to music LOOL) History: (If you want it) Other: (Whatever else I guess?
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5:22pm Jul 10 2019 (last edited on 5:23pm Jul 10 2019)
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((Anyways here's my bio))
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance: [tle="" target="_blank">1] [tle="" target="_blank">2] [tle="" target="_blank">3] Delilah stands at an average height of 5'6'' and her body is all soft curves and warm, golden brown skin. She has a heart-shaped face with soft features. Her high cheekbones make a home for soft cheeks, she has a button nose and thick, full lips which seem to quirk up into a slight smile. Her defining features would be her eyes. Accented by thick groomed eyebrows and framed by long lashes, her eyes are sharper than the rest of the features on her face. Slanted upwards ever so slightly, the deep pools of brown of her eyes almost border on black, having a sharp, catlike quality to them. When she smiles there is a single dimple on her left cheek and her eyes squint up almost closed. Her hair falls in black curls to her midback, though she often keeps them in thick twists.
She often dresses in neutrals, shades of grey, blacks, and browns and chooses to wear loose fitting clothing. She accessorizes a lot, often wearing multiple necklaces stacked with crystals and gold charms, as well as multiple rings on her fingers. When she walks by she trails a heady cloud of warm and spicy perfume, smelling of amber, sandalwood, cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla.
Personality: Ever since she was a child, Del has always been a rather quiet girl, preferring to keep to herself. She is extremely independent bordering on stubborn, and she hates relying on other people preferring to do everything on her own. She could be on fire and she would not ask anyone to help put out the flames. She is slow to trust, often believing that people are using her for their own means, which stems from growing up with ghosts constantly asking for help. She has few friends and cannot keep a stable romantic relationship. She has never been in a committed relationship as she herself cannot commit herself to another person, so she tends to stick to just short-lived flings. ((Honestly watch her be nothing like this lmao this was her original personality))
History: Delilah comes from a rich history of witches and magic practitioners. When her ancestors were brought over on slave ships they brought their magic with them. Years after they were freed, their bloodline was combined with those of the Devereaux's, a French family big in the New Orleans magic scene. The family history had always been a point of pride for her mother, their people had been stolen but they could never take away the magic that flowed through them. However, for all her pride, she never taught her daughters how to use the full extent of their powers, which later became a point of contention between her sister and mother. Their mother insisted they didn't need to know the older spells, and that they would be safer not knowing, however, Iris was always more strong-willed than Delilah and she went out of her way to learn more about magic and to practice more difficult spells. This lead to a falling out between her and their mother, and the second she finished high school she left. Iris didn't even return when their mother fell ill and eventually died, something that still strains the relationship with her sister.
Other: Delilah is a master of simple house magic and protection charms. Her mother never taught her attack spells or dangerous darker spells, but she can light candles without matches, turn the tv off and on without a remote, and create potions, charms and wards. Her true powers are shadow based and she can communicate with spirits but can't raise the dead. She can manipulate the shadows around her so she can't be seen as well as manipulate the temperature around her immediate areas. She is also very sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere and magic energy. However, her shadow powers are pretty much useless during the day as she has no idea if she can weaponize the shadows.
((Honestly, her whole thing is that the reason she goes is probably cause her sister is wrapped up in the Clades))
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4:42pm Jul 11 2019 (last edited on 5:17pm Jul 11 2019)
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Brandon Myer 28 | Male | Human | His Vibe Likes: thriller genre, coding, winter Dislikes: big crowds, being in pictures, the supernatural About: I could pretend like I know anything about him but. I have No clue. At all. He is my newest babe. I know he is very book smart, knows computers. I have few ideas here and there so I’ll see how they develop in the intro. I’m just pumped for the interrogation scene lol Backstory: Okay, I think for this roleplay, he is going to be one of those people that think all witches should be put down, even if the Officers are technically only allowing that because of how bad the damage is getting. His attitude is kind of like, "good they should all go anyway, causing all this trouble" grumble grumble etc. So that's how he became a hunter, his philosophy that witches shouldn't be accepted and this was his way of ridding them. Working with a witch is gon make him Mad and I'm Stoked about this. Favorite moment: From a scene in my novel wip, where he is trying to get Heather to go passed her strict boundaries of the ward. Brandon pokes his head through the doorway. “Wanna get some air?” Heather stirs her stale, cheesy noodles and doesn't respond. “C’moooon.” She chuckles up at him bitterly. “You know I can’t.” Brandon enters and places both fists on the end of her bed, leaning forward, forcing himself into her line of vision. “You’re not allowed too. There’s a difference.” She leans back and rubs her neck. He adds, “You saved the cutest little kid today. You deserve this.” “You don’t know that.” She mumbles but is still considering his offer. Finally, her back straightens and she repeats the same words spoken to her for 21 years. “Saving lives is a privilege, not a sacrifice. I don’t need a reward for doing what I am meant to do.” She nods to the truth of the statement, as though she had to convince herself as well. Brandon is used to her monotonous speech and doesn't seem to listen. As she speaks, he walks to the window. He swipes his identification card to unlock it and pushes it outward. The cool air breezes in, as well as complete silence from the sleeping world. "You know, David will kill me for using my key to help his prized possession escape for a night. How will you ever repay me?" Heather slurps up a noodle and looks the opposite way. Their friendship isn't so much a give and take, as much as it is constantly ignoring the other person's plea for attention. “That kid though… How was his mom?” Brandon turns back to face her and says, “Who cares about his mom!” Beat. “I mean - ugh, okay, care about his mom. I just mean - it’s your time now. Everyone’s saved. Woohoo. They're good. You’re off the clock. We’re going.” Heather shakes her head but glances at the opened window. Behind it is the backyard of the ward. Beyond that is a city she has only seen pieces of, confined behind David and his guards. “I used up all my hours…” “See you in 20.” He says while leaving the window wide open, walking confidently to the door. “Brandon.” She says. He opens the door. “Brandon!” The door closes behind him.
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4:43pm Jul 11 2019 (last edited on 5:01pm Jul 11 2019)
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Ooc; Omg. I love her. I'm so excited.
I guess that just leaves how we will start. Brandon meets her in interrogation but there is some action before then. I can play the other cops of her getting arrested, so maybe if you begin first where it's best for Delilah, I can follow along with the cops that misunderstand her intentions?
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8:32pm Jul 11 2019 (last edited on 8:47pm Jul 11 2019)
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Cassius Kane
It had been a month since the last bombing, and they were no closer to tracking down the elusive group than they had been in the past year. tle="" target="_blank">Sergeant Cassius Kane gazed uneasily out at his office window, watching his task force outside sort through the evidence and leads. He knew his appointment to head of the Clades taskforce was strictly political, and some of the other officers knew it too. He had heard the whispers and watched the officers that he didn't pick look at him with disdain and roll their eyes when he spoke. The irony of a unit of witch hunters being run by a witch.
One of the officers caught his gaze and he quickly turned, flicking his fingers upward as unseen magic closed the blinds behind him. He made his way to his desk to look at the newest pile of folders of leads laying on his desk. His appointment may have been a political move to save face with the public but that didn't mean he didn't take his job any less seriously.
He was after all one of the tops in his class. He worked his up from the bottom, through all the hateful glances and obnoxious pranks. He was a male witch, something rare in general, but a male witch who also joined the hunters? That was completely unheard of. But he had experience first hand the kind of corruption and hatred seething behind these walls of so-called justice and he had made it his mission to tear the wall right down. With him on the force, and the few other witches emboldened to follow, they had made the city safer for their kind, doing their best to make sure that everyone got a fair shake.
Of course, all of that was before the bombings.
Since then it'd be chaos. Witches were being rounded up whether they were guilty or not, and officers were getting bold no longer feeling the need to hide their cruelty. He was a looming man with a tall stature of 6'3'' so that may have aided him, and most respected his station enough to leave him alone, but he knew in a heartbeat that if given the chance they would be just as ruthless with him.
Flipping through the documents he sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose while squeezing his blue eyes shut tight. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes again, and they flashed with electricity. "Give me what I seek." The papers on his desk started to shake a move around on his desk, folder piling on top of folders and sliding out from underneath loose papers before a single folder landed open. Inside were photos of the latest bombings. The destroyed bank building and what remained of the people left inside. They had missed something. He checked the name on the file to see who had submitted it last.
"Myer. Of course, it was him." Sergeant Kane muttered to himself as he got to his feet. Most of his task force was handpicked by himself, officers he knew were hard working and open-minded, ones who wouldn't be biased. Being on this taskforce meant you were elite, and many officers were gunning for the chance to join the team. But Cassius was picky, unfortunately, some officers were selected by the higher-ups, and for the most part, they were not up to Cassius' standards. He knew of the younger man's...disdain, towards witches; but apparently, the kid was gifted when it came to tech.
Sergeant Kane made his way through the office, trying his best to ignore the other officers rushing out of his path when he passed while others quickly turned and pretended to work. "Myers." He said dropping the folder on the younger officers desk when he neared him. "I know we looked for stolen fertilizer shipments and large purchases but now I want you to look for complaints." His eyes bore down at him before he glanced over at his computer screen. "I want you to look out for people making returns or filing complaints that their fertilizer isn't real. The Clades might have used an illusion spell to mask the fact that they stole a shipping container worth of fertilizer. I also want you to go through the bank safety deposit boxes inventory again. We might have missed something. I want to know everything that was in those boxes and if someone doesn't check out I want you to flag them. Delegate what you have to, but I want this done."
Cassius wasn't sure who the boy impressed to be awarded a spot on his team, but so far he was unimpressed. He was going to make this boy work for his spot. "You have until Friday." With that, he turned to head back to his office.
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11:37pm Jul 11 2019 (last edited on 11:39pm Jul 11 2019)
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((Damn so the guy before was so good, I used all my good writing energy to write that LMFAO))
Delilah Devereaux
The early morning sun was just beginning to peek out and it warmed Delilah's face as she made her up to the shop. She was the only one out at the moment and she enjoyed the silence of the street, save for the sound of her heeled boots clacking as she walked and the occasional car that rolled by.
These past few months had been hard, to say the least. The family business had undergone many changes the past decade and Delilah had inherited the mess. Devereaux Apothecary and Curio as she once knew it, was now Devereaux Cafe and Books. Growing up she had always loved the magic that flowed around the family shop. The jars of mystic ingredients and glass beads of pure elemental magic that used to line the shelves, the beautiful old tomes and spell books that used to be displayed proudly.
But now it was a hipster tea shop. The wall behind the counter was still lined up with jars, except now they were just exotic loose leaf tea blends. The beautiful bookshelf on the opposite wall was now lined with classics from the Great Gatsby to modern books like Twilight. Not to mention that some people took this place to be a library and Delilah had to constantly remind people that if they were going to sit down and read the book they had to buy it first. (tle="" target="_blank">I imagine it kinda looking like this but with hardwood floors)
Delilah signed as she pushed open the old door to the shop and stepped inside immediately greeted by the scent of tea. After locking the door behind herself, she made her way around the counter to brew a cup of tea to take into her back office.
She was always so proud of her witch heritage, her mother had always told her that their name meant something. It didn't mean anything anymore, especially here in this city, but her mother said they were descended from greatness.
"Doesn't feel too great now." She muttered before taking a sip of her tea as she opened the office door. To most, the back office and stock room looked tiny, but it was an illusion to stop human eyes. The Devereaux might have changed its name, but it didn't change its business. Behind closed doors, they still offered magic ingredients, wards and tomes. Delilah felt more at home in the back of the store among the dust and jars full of newts than she did up front.
Placing her cup down on her desk she took a peek at the store's books. She was essentially running two businesses, the tea shop front and the true business at the back. It was becoming hard to source magical ingredients as the hunters were cracking down but she was making do. Her real problem was the fact that she had to hire a human employee to help run the tea shop. And she had the sinking suspicion that she'd have to find a way to fire the girl soon. They way she'd watch her made her uneasy, and the last thing she wanted was to be found out. Nothing about her magic shop was strictly legal.
She heard a knock from the front door and she quickly closed the book and made her way back out into the front, putting a smile on her face as she saw the girl she hired standing outside the door and waving.
"Good morning, Molly!" Delilah said cheerily enough as she opened up and let the girl step in. "I brewed you a cup. It's on the counter there."
"Oh thanks Del, that's so nice!" Molly said as she stepped in and walked toward the counter. Delilah nodded and flipped the sign on the front door to open.
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The day moved quickly enough, as Delilah and Molly served the morning rush of people on their way to work and the afternoon regulars who came in with the laptops to work on whoever knows what. It was shaping up to be like any other day until the "tea" delivery came in. Delilah saw the usual unmarked van drive past the front window. "Tea's here, I'll be back." Molly gave her that unsettling look as if she knew that it wasn't tea being delivered.
Delilah didn't stay under the gaze, so she rushed out from behind the counter to the back making sure to close the door behind her. She opened the back door into the alley and was surprised to see that the truck wasn't there yet. She turned to look around for it and when she turned back she saw that it was parked and the driver was already opening up the back door. "Ms. Devereaux?" She said. Delilah blinked again, this wasn't the usual delivery driver and Del was half looking forward to seeing him and his terrible joke pickup lines.
"Would you sign here?" The delivery woman said handing her the clipboard. Delilah nodded and signed quickly and handed it back. The other woman nodded and went to work unloading the boxes. They made quick work carrying the boxes into the stock room and it went faster than it ever did with her usual guy. "Have a good day sister, may the mother watch over you." She said handing Delilah a piece of paper before getting into the truck and driving away.
"Well, that was weird," Del muttered as she looked down at the paper in her hands. It appeared to be blank at first then slowly she saw the symbol of the Clades glow in red and she nearly dropped the paper. She stared as more words showed up, dancing before her eyes. "Delilah!"
She snapped her head back up as she heard Molly's voice. "Coming!" She quickly shoved the paper into the pocket of her jeans and made her way inside, making sure to grab a jar of earl grey.
For the rest of the day, she couldn't focus, it felt as if the paper was burning a hole in her pocket. She, of course, knew it wasn't she had checked, but she could feel the weight of it pressing into her. "You know what Molly." She said when the store hit a slow patch in the afternoon and the store was empty. "I think I'm going to close up early, I'm not feeling well. I'll still give you a full days pay." She all but had to push Molly out the door as the girl kept questioning if she was ok and if she'd be alright to make it home by herself. With the girl finally gone Delilah took out the note once again. This wasn't good, the last thing she wanted was to be mixed up with them. It just wouldn't be good for business, but there was nothing she could do. She could just tell them no, but at the same time, they were making life so much harder for their kind. She never wanted a war, hell no one did, but they didn't seem to care and neither did the hunters, they were just picking up witches regardless.
She shoved the paper back into her pocket again. Maybe a walk would help her sort out what she should do. She walked for about an hour in a trance, just allowing her body to move as her mind sorted through all the possibilities and consequences of the note that felt heavy in her pocket. "Hey, watch it!" A voice snapped her out of he daze and she mumbled an apology as she got her bearings. She had somehow walked herself right up to the police station. It seemed that her body had come to an answer. even if her mind was unsure. But she just wanted this thing with the Clades to be over, she wanted her freedom back. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door to the station.
Inside was hectic with cops and hunters rushing around. "Excuse me?" She called out but no one stopped. "I have some information?" She said as someone brushed past her. "Hey!" She said again frustrated as no one seemed to pay her any mind. She noticed a younger officer checking something in a notepad and she marched over to him. "Hey," She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. "I have some information and you're going to want to hear it."
"Look I got this note." Delilah pulled the paper out of her pocket and showed it to him. He looked at her skeptically. She did not think this through, she forgot that humans couldn't see anything on her paper, he must have thought this was a joke. "Look this is going to sound crazy but there's stuff on the paper, I know you can't see it but its the Clades! They gave me this, look only witches can see if but if you just let me show you."
((Yo feel free to powerplay Delilah from the moment she grabs the officer and that dialogue at the end. I guess from there he can get freak out and arrest her and then tell Brandon or whatever LOL))
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2:48pm Jul 15 2019
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Ooc; I didn’t write too much on the actual project Cassius told him to work on bc I wanted to ask more details. But we can do that in messenger to keep this forum from getting annoyingly long. :’) Bic; Brandon “You have until Friday..” As the bossman walked away, Brandon scowled at his back and then down at the papers on his desk. He had worked too hard to get into the force as a witch hunter to be told what to do by a witch himself. “Sure thing.” was all he could say, mumbled to hide his clenched jaw. On some days, the job didn’t seem worth the presence of the man. But Brandon has sucked in his pride long enough to receive his ti
tle and he didn’t plan on ruining that with any attitude. This isn’t to say he can’t let it out when needed. Occasionally, him and his work buddies would go on their own and let off steam. Witch or not, don’t all men need to *censored* about their boss every once in a while? But he tried to make it clear to keep it away from the department, as to not lose his good standing with it. He tries to keep his hatred for witches as closed off as possible during the job. But, it’s a known fact that Brandon Myer is in the job to not only rid the streets of violence, but to rid the streets of witches themselves. Brandon is also known for his less… lowkey moments. Things between him and a witch once went a little too far. The brace hidden under his pants wrapped around his knee is the proof. The witch behind bars is more proof. Since then, he’s been known as the guy with the seething hatred for witches and to keep himself in good standing with the department, he keeps it to himself as best he can. Lately, his goal has been to keep his head low, follow orders, and not make such a ruckus next time a witch is near. (and he gon die holding it all in when he meets Delilah im so thrilled to absolutely murder his cool exterior). It doesn’t make working with Cassius any easier and not only because of his presence, but because of everyone’s observation when he’s around. Which explained Mike’s mocking eager grin as he patted Brandon’s shoulder. He wasn’t a hunter yet, but he was in their neck of the building to make friends and kiss ass and to keep his face memorable. Or, to annoy the hell out of Brandon. Possibly both. Mike exclaims in that annoyingly mocking tone. “Oh boy! He gave you a special mission!” Brandon shrugged Mike’s hand off his shoulder. Mike adds more quietly, “Should’ve gutted him right there if you hate him so much.” Brandon tried to be patient with the boy but he was too eager for approval to be a hunter. Near officers snickered at his comment, sure enough, in approval of Mike. Brandon rolled his eyes and stood out of his seat, his bulk of a frame immediately making Mike back down. “I think it’s time you go back to what you know best.” He nods at the small kitchen closeby, where Mike makes everyone coffee. The red cheeks and slumped shoulders as Mike walked away made the officers chuckle in the same approving way, but Brandon wouldn’t have cared either way. He wasn’t here for the hierarchy, the ti
tle, or the honor. He had a passion and this was his way of pursuing it. Ridding the streets of the creatures who stand in the way of true peace. (I’m thinking he will have some sort of backstory with supernatural beings, maybe lost a loved one or something, but I haven’t decided what actually happened. I don’t want to decide one thing and then change my mind later so we’ll keep it vague for now. Maybe he just doesn’t remember, maybe a witch did memory loss on him or something, or maybe it’s a spell on him or something let’s just wait and see what we can do with it as we need more plot points). Mike Instead of pouring coffee like he had been for any witch hunter willing to notice him, Mike returned to his post at the other side of the building for regular positions that didn’t pertain to the supernatural. Mike had been trying to get Cassius’ attention since The Clades first started the damage, and no amount of hours or labor made the guy look his way. Though his desire for justice from witches didn’t run as deep and raw as Brandon’s, to be accepted as a hunter was a high honor and a proud ti
tle. It was to be at the top of the list. It proved you achieved the highest form of trust with the department. So when a woman grabs you with evidence of a witch close to headquarters, you do what any normal desperate officer in a department hunting down witches would do. At the mention of magic, Mike hurriedly grabbed the handcuffs from his side and quickly attached one to the wrist holding out the letter. “Oh god. Okay. God. This is happening.” Mike said, hands shaking and looking around at the busy officers running back and forth in work mode. “Uh. Witch. Witch! Hey. I got one! Uh. Wait.” He awkwardly grabbed the other side of the handcuffs and pulled her forward, wondering if she could use magic to get out of them. If he was a hunter, he’d have the magic-resistant supplies. At the thought of her fighting him, Mike added, “Help! Witch! Help!” He cursed to himself as all eyes went on him and her, guns eagerly popping out from cop’s hips, aimed their way. ~ Watching through the window at the witch sitting in the interrogation room, Brandon stood at Mike’s side with his arms crossed, glaring at the glass. Mike couldn’t tell if he was mad at the witch, or him. After Mike had handcuffed the girl and shouted and shouted, unsure what to do with her, he ensued chaos as officers grabbed their guns, assuming from Mike’s reaction that Delilah was a danger. Brandon shook his head. Mike wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “I’m sorry.” He finally whispered. “I was… scared.” The use of the word made him angry at himself. “We have a protocol for this. Hell, we have a protocol for anything. To avoid rash decisions out of fear.” “I know.” “Who knows if it’ll cooperate with us now, after 10 guns aimed at it’s head.” “She seemed nonviolent… I just. I panicked.” Brandon glanced at him and back at the witch. “Of course it’s nonviolent right now. It’s willingly walked into a police department out for a group of witches head’s.” Brandon walked to the entrance of the interrogation room and gave one last look at Mike. “And I’m going to find out why.” With that, Brandon opened the door and closed it behind him. Mike watched from the window as Brandon sat down at the opposite side of the table. Brandon Brandon considered himself to be a professional guy. Witches are the revolting, inhumane, dangerous beings like any supernatural being, but he also has learned how to keep it to himself, hidden behind the eyes. The last thing he would want is to be seen the way Mike is, too eager, too loud, too seen. He’d rather have his work record of witch after witch miserable behind closed doors because of him speak louder than the hate he had for them. Brandon closed the door behind him before taking a seat opposite the witch. (yaas imagine him in all his milo looking gloryyyy) He observed quickly, taking in everything he can to assess the situation. He wondered if it had magic close, and kept his body steeled and ready for anything. Ooc: stopping there for Delilah to speak first as planned c:
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7:41pm Jul 15 2019
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((on my phone so idk how this is gonna come out lmao))
Delilah’s eyebrows immediately flew up when she felt the cold of handcuff slap down on her wrist. “Hey wait, wait!” She started trying to pull her hand back but the creep already had her locked down and he was yelling. She contemplated breaking the handcuffs around her wrist before she could even bl
ink guns were already being pointed her way she physically felt the shift in the air from disinterest to violent anxiety. She had no choice but to follow along as the scared cop lead her away towards interrogation rooms. She tried to keep her own anger from flaring up. This was a mistake. She should have never come here. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She thought to herself as she hung her head low trying to avoid the hateful glances directed her way. “This is a mistake.” She said as the idiot cop lead her into the room and forced her into the chair, but he didn’t respond as he rushed out of the room. “Great job dumba--” Delilah muttered to herself as she looked around the room before resting her eyes on the two way mirror across from her. “This is a mistake you idiots.” She called out, unsure if anyone was actually standing behind the glass or not. This is what I get for trying to be good, she thought as she turned her dark gaze to her hands and the cold, metal that held tightly to the flesh of her wrist. The idiot even handcuffed her way to tightly, if it was anyone else she would have assumed it was done on purpose, but do to that man shouting the fear and panic evident in her voice, she was sure it was just his incompetence rather than a cruel, conscious decision. After sitting in the room for what felt like half an hour someone finally walked in. “God finally.” The words flew from her mouth in exasperation, not even registering that the person in front of her was not a cop, but a Hunter due to the telltale black of their sleek uniforms. She shut her mouth up once the recognition dawned on her. Her immediate thought was to shrink back and cross her arms over her chest, but the restricting handcuffs wouldn’t allow her to anyways. The Hunter sat down across for her silently, seemingly observing her. Well two could play at that. Delilah fought every instinct telling her to scream or to lash out, and she mirror his body language. Leaning back away from the table into her seat, crossing one of her legs over the other, how she wished she could cross her arms. She matched her own dark gaze with his and stared at him just as intensely. They sat like that for a few minutes before Delilah realised that he wasn’t going to say anything. "Your idiot friend made a mistake. This is all one big misunderstanding." She sighed out eventually trying her best to keep her voice cool. "I came here to help you guys.But I should have known better than to trust you monsters." Delilah's sharp eyes narrowed as she spat out the last part. As children they had always been warned to be wary of Hunters. They were only there to protect their kind, they cared nothing for witches and Delilah had finally experienced it first hand.
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4:16pm Jul 16 2019
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Brandon usually kept himself as monotonous as one could get in an interrogation room with a witch, but idiot friend had him lower his head with an amused smile to agree. Finally, someone agreed. He wanted to chime in that Mike wasn’t a friend, but a nuisance. In any other scenario, if she wasn’t a complete defiant of all that was good, he would have leaned back in his chair with a hearty laugh and told her to go on her merry way. But he didn’t do that. And the witch wasn’t good. The use of monster brought him back to that reality. “You think we're monsters.” Brandon said, not surprised that a witch was so ignorantly blind. “While your kind is forcing us to rally together in defense for our lives, we are monsters. Interesting.” He shook his head, not wanting to debate further when he’s already on thin ice with the only witch that mattered. “Help us with what exactly?” he added after a deep breath to get back to the point of her being here.
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6:17pm Jul 16 2019 (last edited on 6:18pm Jul 16 2019)
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((LMAO Girl I know. Also, I don't know where this is going at all. I was gonna have her act all scared and stuff but damn she's just being snarky.))
The eye roll was involuntary, an automatic response to his comment about her kind. Of course, Hunters were monsters. They hunted them for no reason. Her kind was ripped apart from their families, burned at the stake, weighed and drowned in rivers, tortured extensively. Children were forced to watch their mothers being killed all the while they knew they would share the same fate in a matter of minutes. The hunters were monsters, they were the ones who went bump in the night.
Witches were harmless for the most part, the majority just wanted to mind their own business and live in peace. Radicals and terrorists were just as present in humans as they were in witches. Plus humans were more open with their bigotry, something that she could sense in the man sitting across from her. He was playing it cool but she could feel the disgust radiating off his body.
“Humanity is a birth defect.” She said leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands, her eyes flashing for a moment. “After the treatment, I received courtesy of that idiot,” Her eyes flickered to the two-way mirror, sure that the fool was standing back there and watching. “I don’t think I want to help you anymore. I’m sure you’re all doing a great job hunting the Clades by yourselves.”
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7:26pm Jul 16 2019
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Ooc; It’s ok bro I just love that they’re fighting they should hate each other for fifty pages i’m so excited. Bic; His usual monotonous and bored approach in interrogation wasn’t going to work now because he didn’t look bored from the get go. And now that he has started the interrogation in banter, it was fueling his desire to fight with her some more. Something about being called a monster by an actual monster can really do that. Brandon leaned his elbows on the table. “Okay. You’re surprised that a department, that is actively arresting witches until we find those who are part of the Clades, treated you in a less than warm and fuzzy way,” he paused, considering the hilarity of her situation before continuing. “...after you, yourself, a witch, walked into that same department without a warning for us to understand that you aren’t a danger, as, say, your kind? The ones currently threatening the lives of every citizen? Forcing us to arrest the lot of you? Makes sense.” He stood up, deciding this wasn’t worth the presence of the witch. However, the veins in his forehead showed he could fight for hours. There was a part of him tempted too, but this job was more important. “I don’t care. Unfortunately for you, we are still arresting all witches until matters are sorted so. No matter the intention, as a verbally confessed witch, we have the authority to keep you.” He went to the exit and slammed the door shut behind him. Mike still stood there, staring at the witch from the window. His face was pale and he was biting his nails. Brandon rubbed his face, calming down, before turning back on his professional, almost bored, so bored it was fake sounding, voice, “Testify to the chief that she admitted to practicing magic by reading the letter and this whole matter is sorted. She goes behind bars until the Clades are finished, and this fiasco is over.” “The letter.” Mike whispered, before clearing his throat. Then, he added, “We need to know what that letter says.” “Basic training 101 Mike. Never trust a witch. Question every move. Maybe it’s a ploy of some kind?” Brandon looked to the items they had taken off her, including the letter, that were sitting in a lone bin on the table. They sat in silence for a second, stewing over the mess Mike made. Finally, Mike speaks, saying something that makes Brandon want to punch him. “Well you answered that yourself. Why would a witch willingly walk into a police department that is actively arresting witches?” Remembering the guns lifted and the frantic face of Mike, Brandon tried to see it from her perspective. Mike, the idiot nuisance, kept talking. “... probably really wanted to just help. Willing to risk herself for it. Why else would she come here? That letter must be important.” With that, Brandon jumped for the evidence bin, grabbed the letter and desperately ran out the door, to his side of the building, passed his officers, passed his desk, to the big name on the big door for the big man himself. Cassius. Once reaching the door, he stopped, willing his heart to slow, desperate to know what the parchment said. And with a forced calm knock, he waited, letter shaking in his hands. “Hey. Uh. Brandon.” Brandon jumped at the voice and turned that way. This wasn’t his usual demeanor but it didn’t even phase the officer speaking to him. Almost like he knew something Brandon didn’t. “Cassius isn’t in there. He, uh, was actually looking for you.” Brandon rolled his eyes, wondering what he did this time to piss off the man. “Alright fine. Well. Tell him I have really important information if you see him before I do, okay? I’m in interrogation room 2.” And with that, he ran back to interrogation with letter in hand, excitement ringing in his ears. I guess a witch could be good for one thing.
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9:18pm Jul 16 2019 (last edited on 9:21pm Jul 16 2019)
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((Had a little too much fun as her grandmother lmfao))
Delilah’s eyes grew wide with panic when the prick of a Hunter huffed out that he could keep her here. “Hey, that’s illegal!” She shouted after him leaning forward desperately. “You can’t arrest me for being a witch, I’ve done nothing wrong!” But he wasn’t listening and he continued his walk out the door slamming it behind him. Her eyes flashed gold once more as she slammed her fists down on the table, denting the metal of the table ever so slightly. She blinked confused, looking down at her handcuffs.
She let out a small laugh, that idiot used the wrong handcuffs, she could still use magic She moved her arms forward to hide the dent before dropping her face slightly and muttering something to raise the indents back up. She hoped to god that the men weren’t watching her from behind the mirror.
She waited a moment and when no one came in to check her cuffs, she figured she was safe. “Y’know now would be a good time to talk Mémé,” Delilah said softly, looking around the room. “I could really use your help right now.”
“You’ve really got yourself into quite the mess now haven't you, cher.” Came a soft drawl to her left. She turned her head to see an tle="" target="_blank">older woman standing in the corner, dressed in 1800s clothing with her arms crossed over her chest. “You should have known better than to come in here.”
“I know, I know.” Delilah sighed out shaking her head, fidgeting with the ends of one of her twists the way she always does when she's nervous. “Stop that, you’ll undo them.” The other woman said walking over to swat her hand away. Her hand, which would have flowed through anyone else, hit Delilahs with the softest whisper of contact. “I have half a mind not to help since you wanna be stupid. Our ancestors did not escape the shackles just for you to willing walk into some.”
“You know it’s not like that!” Delilah groaned rolling her eyes at the apparition of her Grandmother, to which the other woman only replied with pursed lips and an mhmm sound as she sat against the metal table. “Is there any way out of this?”
“Oh cher, you know there's no safe way outta this. The place is crawling with Hunters. I couldn’t guide you out of here.”
That was the response she expected, but not the one she wanted to hear. Part of her had hoped her great-grandmother who was always quick to lead her out of a jam as a child would be able to pull through once more. “Such a shame Hunter’s give us no respect. Lord knows in my day no man would dare try this with me. He would have been dead the second he laid hands on me.” Her grandmother huffed getting up and looking around the room some more before walking to the door and leaning through it. Her whole torso faded out of Delilah’s view as her incorporeal body easily passed through.
“That white boy is coming back. Running like his ass is on fire.”
Before Delilah could respond to the comment the door burst open and the Hunter was back holding the paper that she had brought into the station earlier. She quickly leaned back, trying to keep her face impassive as she watched her grandmother make a face and muttering to herself about the rudeness of today's young ones as she smoothed out her dress.
“You finally gonna let me go?” Delilah's voice was steely, her eyes getting that hard look again. She couldn’t show fear in front of him. She also couldn’t give away that her Grandmother was directly in front of his face squinted as she inspected his features. “Such a shame, he’s not that bad looking.”
Delilah’s eyes shifted from the Hunter to her grandmother, her eyes widening in surprise and her mouth dropping open slightly. She honestly wasn’t expecting that at all. “Shh.” She hissed out quickly trying to keep calm.
“Oh, now I know you didn’t just shush me.” Her grandmother raised her eyebrow and set her with “the look”. She moved away from the Hunter and over to Delilah. “This is a good thing cher, makes it easier to use your womanly wiles. Easier to flirt with a good looking man rather than an ugly one.” Delilah drew her bottom lip into her mouth and tried to keep her stone face from faltering. “Just tug your sleeve down a little more get the girls out.” Her grandmother reached over and slid down Delilah’s open blouse ever so slightly. “Stop!” She couldn’t stop herself from blurting out as she raised her hand to pull her sleeve back up again. Now was one of the times she really wished her grandmother didn’t have the minuscule power to manipulate the living world.
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10:59pm Jul 16 2019 (last edited on 11:00pm Jul 16 2019)
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He really didn't mean to start such a mess. If you think about it, really it is the department's fault for not equipping every officer with proper training and supplies. He was in the middle of rationally talking himself through his dilemma when he noticed the witch behind the glass speaking. He eyed the room but Brandon, nor anyone else, was in there. "What the hell?" he muttered in observation before backing away from the glass, realizing he not only crossed a witch, but a crazy one as well. Brandon burst through the door and without acknowledging Mike, immediately put the letter back in the evidence bin and walked into the interrogation room 2. Mike didn't have the time to warn him that the chick was acting nuts but in no time, she proved it herself. Brandon The witch was acting… strange. Her uneasy ex
pression and darting eyes following the space beside him and not actually at him caught his attention. But he wasn't entirely sure what it meant, and in the presence of a magical being, that never felt good. Witches, he thought bitterly. With that, he sat back in his seat. His intention was to ask about the letter, somehow salvage the mess created and trust broken. When the witch shouted, Brandon blinked a couple times. Was she going insane? "Stop what?" He asked, annoyed that his routine once again was faltered by this mess that is this woman. He tried to bring them back on the serious matter at hand. His hope was in the one thing he resisted with all of his being. Kissing ass with empty promises. He spoke more softly than he had in a long time with a witch. "Listen. If you prove to be non-threatening, it gives you a better chance of leaving. I was coming back here to talk about the letter." He paused to observe her after her former odd behavior. "Why would the Clades send you a letter personally?"
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1:37am Jul 17 2019 (last edited on 1:39am Jul 17 2019)
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((I kinda got stuck i lost my inspo. Idk if Brandon has more questions before I have Cassius storm in))
The soft drop in the Hunter’s voice made her uneasy. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, if she didn’t know any better she might have believed him, but lying is easy. And Hunters were well-practiced, but so was she.
Obviously, she couldn’t tell him why she was directly given a letter from the Clades, then she would give away the illegal family business. There were plenty of other open, legal witch shops, but none of them had the same connections the Devereaux did amongst the Witch communities. Her family named carried weight with their kind and she could easily get ingredients imported from other continents. Grains of paradise from Africa, phoenix feathers from Greece? It was no problem for her.
Delilah shifted uneasily, running her tongue over lips for a moment watching as her Mémé motioned from behind the Hunters head to push her chest up.
Ignoring her motions and looking back at the hunter she leaned forward onto the table again. “Obviously they’re recruiting.” Her great grandmother once again motioned for her squeeze her arms together and she shook her head no. She looked back to the Hunter. “And I’ve been completely non-threatening since I got here. It’s you who's been overly hostile and locked me up.”
Her grandmother let out a loud groan at that. “This is from Etienne’s side, told her marrying that man was no good. His family was backwater stupid.” She moved away from the Hunter and back to Delilah. “Do you want him to keep you here forever chile?” Her face was clearly annoyed and Delilah tried her best not the shrink under her gaze. “Use what I gave you. I blessed this family with good genes put them to work!” She smacked the back of her head and Delilah couldn’t help but wince as the ghostly hand made contact.
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2:32pm Jul 17 2019
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Brandon prepared himself for any sort of attack that could come from a witch. Which, depending on how long she's been practicing magic, could be just about anything. Once again, his routine was cut short as she acted stranger and stranger. He rolled his eyes. The witch had winced, her head moving to the side from- her own will? An invisible force? Either option didn't sound good. "What is this?" It couldn't be magic. Magic should be hindered, in this room and on her wrists. There were protocols, and he follows them to a T every time - Except this time, he didn't arrest this witch. Mike. He had a realization then and rage boiled in his gut. (I guess he gon have an anger problem lmao least he looks sexy while he red faced) He turned and glared at the two way window on instinct at the thought of Mike. He always laughed at criminals who talked through the mirror because of it's typical cliche. People are always screaming through the glass like idiots, as though that ever helped matters. Yet here he was, eyes glaring through the glass at the thought of Mike and his possible incompetence. He cursed and looked back at the witch. If her strange behavior was part of a spell, that meant she was performing magic. Either this witch was more powerful than anyone could possibly imagine, or Mike didn't follow all protocol in her arrest. Once again. "Is this magic? What was that?" His tone was dangerous and sharp, but for once, the irritation was at Mike and not the witch. Brandon was educated in magic, at least enough to understand his enemies, but the darting eyes and odd forces upon her were nothing he had seen before. Maybe he was wrong and she was just a crazy witch.
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6:24pm Jul 17 2019
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"What is this?"
“It’s nothing,” Delilah said quickly, bringing her hand up as much as she could with the handcuffs on and rubbed the spot where her grandmother had smacked her moments ago as she racked her brain for an excuse. “I just get headaches. It's the hideous fluorescent lights in here. You really should consider changing them.”
While the man was momentarily distracted looking back over her shoulder, she turned her head and glared over at her grandmother. Shaking her head and widening her eyes, trying to quietly communicate her anger, to which the woman only replied with an eye roll and a shrug. When she noticed him turning around again she brought her hands down slightly as she rubbed her temples, trying to sell the headache pain.
"Is this magic? What was that?"
She scoffed at that and shook her head. “Do you think I’m stupid?” She moved her hands back down and leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes at him. “If I was doing magic you wouldn’t know, cause you’d be waking up hours from now on the floor and I’d be gone.”
“I wouldn’t let him wake up.” Her Grandmother reached over and swatted her hand across the back of the man's head the same way she did to Delilah, grumbling once again about the audacity of this all. Delilah tried her best not to react to the soft hit. Summoning her grandmother was a mistake, the woman was doing the absolute most and she was making it harder for Delilah to get out of this room.
“Look can I go? I haven’t done anything.” She pretending she didn’t see the man's head move from the light force of the hit. “You dumb---es have the letter you don’t need me. I have inventory back to do at the shop.” She looked at him pointedly.
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7:30pm Jul 17 2019
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"Okay! That's enough!" he shouted unamused, rubbing the back of his head where whatever magic she was using hit him. He wasn't surprised, witches were prideful, conniving creatures and nothing could be put passed them, not even the ignorance of slapping an officer. Too angry to sit back down, he leaned his hands on the back of the chair instead. "No. I can't let you go. That's not how this works. Or have you been living under a rock?" Or whatever it is her kind sleeps in. "Until the Clades are found, we are arresting all witches." He shrugged his shoulders as a gesture of emphasis. "And you have yet to prove to me that you're not part of the Clades." If anything, he's more and more suspicious of her involvement, after refusing so intently on cooperating with the damn letter. "What are you? A distraction? Is this a ploy? Does the letter have a spell, are the rest of them going to charge in here if you're stuck in here too long?" Her lack of cooperation made his blood boil but it was the outright slap on his head that did it for him. "And, since you have such strong opinions about how we defend ourselves, when would you advise that it would be a good time to lift our weapons? Should we first hug them and buy them chocolates, maybe wait until half of our men's heads are off!" The last words roared with an echo, and he pushed the chair he was leaning on with enough force for it to fall on its side by the wall. He wasn't phased, his eyes deadet on the witch, unwavering, his chest rising and falling heavily. (Lookin sexy as hell)
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8:14pm Jul 17 2019 (last edited on 8:16pm Jul 17 2019)
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Delilah couldn’t help but roll her eyes as he huffed about if she could cross her arms over her chest she would. “You honestly are the most annoying man I’ve ever talked too. I mean do you listen to yourself? You just go on and on.” She was digging herself into a deeper hole but her rising anger just wouldn’t let her stop. Just who exactly did this self-righteous prick think he was? She knew her rights, and she knew that he was spewing a load of sh-t in an attempt to scare her, or maybe he really believed that he was above the law.
“Don’t let this fool try and scare you baby.” Her Grandmother said crossing over from the hunter as he was having his little outburst, to place her hands comfortingly on her shoulders. The coolness of her touch was oddly comforting to Delilah as she tried to keep her anger in check.
“You absolutely can not keep me here.” Delilah glowered, raising her eyebrow defiantly. “The most you can hold me is 72 hours without pressing charges. And there are no charges to press because I'm not a member of the Clades, and there's no evidence that I’m involved. You must be a special kind of stupid if you think a member would willingly walk into a station offering to help you.”
This is why she hated human men. Always talking with anger rather than stopping to think, hell they even had poor emotional control. Throwing over the chair was extremely childish. She waited as he finished his little temper tantrum, watching him intently as his breathing heaved his chest.
“Are you done? Because I want a lawyer.”
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Sergeant Kane still felt as if he was spiralling. He thought a lunch break would help him clear his head, but he just couldn’t make sense of how they were getting the materials to make the bombs. Maybe he was too out of touch with Witch culture. Male witches were rare, and while they could do magic they were nowhere near as powerful as the women. And the women tended to be secretive with their powers not wanting to share their knowledge, the magic training he received from his mother was nowhere near the level of training and attention his sisters received. So the sudden soft knock on his door was a welcome distraction from his thoughts.
Before he could answer, one of his officers opened the door and stepped in hesitantly. “Excuse me sir, but did we have any interviews set for today?”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “For the media? We don’t have new information, what the hell do they want?” Vultures, He thought as he began to stand up. It would probably be best if he talked to them himself, the publicity officer could only keep them away for so long and perhaps his personal addressing of the questions would appease them for the time being.
“No, no, sir, not the media.” She clarified as she stepped a little further into the room, she looked a little nervous. “It's just that Myer is in interrogation with a woman.” Her voice wavered with hesitation. “I was just checking to see if there were any new leads I needed to know about.”
A steely look set in the sergeants face, the muscles in his jaw squeezing tight. “That’s because there aren’t.” He hissed out through clenched teeth as he set out past her and into the hallway, making a warpath directly to the interrogation room, the female officer following close on his heels.
How dare he, Cassius thought as stormed up the hall as officers moved out of his way clearly sensing his terrible mood. It was always something with this kid, he was skating on very thin ice and brass be damned, if it came to it he was kicking the kid off the taskforce and sending him down to work cyber crimes in the basement. Their investigation had to be strictly by the book, Sergeant Kane had made that clear to everyone on the first day when he assembled the team. There couldn’t be a single doubt in the department or the public's mind that they had cut corners. Of course, they had less red tape than the regular Hunters in the department, but there was still tape and the last thing Cassius was a straight-up witch hunt on his watch. No arrests were to be made without his say, and absolutely no interrogations without his direct authorization.
When he reached the interrogation rooms he didn’t stop as he threw open the door. Glancing from the girl handcuffed at the table to Officer Myer standing across from her, chair lying on its side on the ground, he didn't even try to keep the scowl off his face. “Myers, outside. Now.” He spat out, he nodded to the young woman before closing the door behind Brandon. He then lead them into the adjoining viewing room where he saw a uniformed officer standing looking bewildered. Slamming the door behind him he looked at the two men standing before him.
“Do either of you want to explain what the hell is going on here?”
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The door abruptly opening took Brandon from his thoughts. He turned to see Cassius taking in the situation, the anger in his face making Brandon’s stomach drop. Cassius and him have never gotten along. Whether it was because of the obvious fake respect from Brandon or the recent fight with a witch that put him on thin ice with the man, it was like they were never on the same page. Cassius was his one stumbling block from reaching a higher position with the department, and there was nothing he could do about it. He hated witches, no matter how hard he tried to respect the authority of the higher up and keep things simple and smooth, the hate for witches is not something that could be thrown away. The damn witch was hunting witches for god’s sake. Didn’t he see what his officers were made of? Sweat, blood, muscle, and a deep enough hatred for witches to see to their downfall. If Brandon didn’t care about his job, he’d be flat out asking why the man bothered being here, not being wanted by almost any hunter, except for the kiss asses. So, it was impossible to work with the man and succeed. He assumed Cassius felt the same way, after always saying his last name incorrectly and not bothering to fix it. Brandon had learned to keep his mouth shut, say “yes sir”, and hold his breath until the man was gone. But now he was breaking the already-thin ice. Now, he was having to explain himself, and “yes sir” wasn’t going to cut it. He lowered his head and kept his hands behind his back as Cassius spoke, the general kind of respect an officer would give, but the clenched jaw couldn’t be softened and that gave him away. Once again, like a disease, that hate couldn’t ever fade, not even to save his job. He was going to let Mike speak first if he wanted. But with one glance over to him, he saw Mike white as a sheet, if that was even possible with his pale skin. He couldn’t stand in the trained position, he couldn’t look anywhere but up, sweat beading on his forehead in thick drops. Brandon looked back to Cassius, accepting that he’d have to take the fall for Mike, Mike wasn’t going to be able to speak. Brandon could handle Cassius, Mike would be swallowed up into a heart attack. “There was an… altercation with the witch.” He purposely didn’t say Mike to make it sound like it was Brandon who had the public outburst with the witch. Brandon was one of the physically strongest and intellectually minded in the department. This witch officer kicks him out, he wouldn’t be stranded in the cold. Mike, however... Mike better bring him coffee for the rest of the year, no matter where he was, for this. “So I’m cleaning up the mess.”
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Cassius stood with his arms crossed against his chest as he looked from one man to the other just waiting for one of them to open their mouth. He was wondering what excuse they were going to come up for the obvious carelessness going on at the moment. He bore his blue eyes at the uniformed officer, he knew that one was probably likely to blame. His constant presence on Cassius’s department hadn’t gone unnoticed, he had seen the little over-eager officer flitting around trying to impress the others.
But the man didn’t talk, he just stood there like a gaping fish and Brandon was the one who eventually spoke up. Cassius raised an eyebrow as the younger man explained, obviously covering up for the coward standing next to him.
“Is that the answer you want to go with Officer Myers?” Cassius said shifting his cold gaze from the younger officer to the one who was once again proving himself to be a bigger pain than what he is worth. “Am I to understand that one of my Junior Officers with the Hunters arrested a witch without going through the proper channels and alerting me, as well as handcuffing her with regular human handcuffs instead of the Hunter issued, magic blocking handcuffs, that I still see hanging on your belt there?”
He looked over at the glass to see the girl, who had turned her face sideways and was attempting to cover her face with her hands as her mouth clearly moved.
“There is absolutely nothing stopping her from killing you and everyone else in the vicinity, and I’m to believe that you did this on purpose?” He let the weight of his words sit in the air for a few moments before speaking again, not giving Brandon the chance to even change his mind. “One more strike like this Myers and you’ll be demoted. You’ll be out of the Hunters, and working down in cybercrimes where you belong.”
It was becoming clearer to him that the boy truly had no place in this department. No witch hating officer did. The Hunters should be as much for the witches as they were for the humans. It wasn’t the eighteen hundreds anymore, there was absolutely no need for the senseless hatred that ran through some of the officers in the department. It leads to unjust punishment and bias. They had no desire to investigate cases anymore because if a witch was involved that meant they were guilty by default. Something that Cassius knew all too well.
“Deputy Perkins,” He looked to the senior officer who had alerted him to the situation, who was still standing behind him. He had no doubt that what she just witnessed was about to spread around the office in no time. There was no stopping the gossip, and he hoped this would at least spark action in others to take this seriously. He would make Brandon Myer an example if he had to. “Please escort this uni officer out of here and take down his name for me. I’ll need to talk to his supervising sergeant.”
The female officer nodded and motioned for Mike to follow her out. “And one more thing,” Cassius turned his attention to the younger officer, addressing him directly. Allowing his eyes to shift for a moment, flashing bright blue in controlled anger, the way they often did when he did magic.“Cowardice has no place in the Hunters, if I ever catch you sniffing around in my department again I’ll have your badge. Not only will you never be a Hunter, but you won't be a cop either.”
When Perkins rushed the other officer out and the door shut behind them he turned his attention back to Brandon. “Now why the hell is she here? And it better be good.”
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