<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8034375#msg8034375">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 10-04-2013, 16:46:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Oh feth. I hate it when I'm right" <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Think I’ll start to hate when your right too Drake…yeah I think that’s a pretty easy thing to do at this point.” Scragg growled out after looking extremely distressed for a few seconds. He gritted his teeth and glared at the woman he was currently struggling with to keep still, not even noticing some of the scratches she landed. He lost color in his face as though he were going to be sick and every second he spent in contact with the fallen noble looked to be causing him physical discomfort, his eyes glazing over for a few short ticks of the clock and only really coming back into better focus when the Sisters showed up in the room. Focusing in on the pilot flame he huffed and puffed till his cheeks were red and stared down the…least intimidating of the four of them. It took him awhile to decide which one that was but<em>boy</em>when he did.<br/><br/>“Welcome to the Precinct 0-23 visitor center! All of our hospitality administrators are currently busy showing our recent visitor a longstanding traditional dance amongst the native people of our humble section of Hive we call ‘Stop struggling or I’ll get the shock maul.” It’s all the rave amongst the youth culture. If you’d like to experience the mystery and wonder of this cultural enrichment we do encourage you to have a seat…” Scragg attempted his usual snark, but even that was somewhat spoiled by his clenched teeth and loss of mental clarity and physical exertion. He struggled to get it out, not liking the look of the big guns in the room but betting they didn’t waltz into an Arbite headquarters actually expecting a shootout so he took a gamble. As sick as the woman was making him, he wasn’t about to move out of the way to let her get fried to a crisp. At the very least, he wasn’t going to without being ordered too first.<br/><br/>Scragg adjusted his arm around the woman’s neck, trying to remember what he’d been told you had to do to knock someone out. Sleeper hold, sleeper hold… how did that work again? Throne damnit he couldn’t<span class="bbc_u">think</span>straight with all those…<strong>Faces</strong>… in his mind as well as other body parts. They flashed in his mind over and over again at it made his legs shake in weakness at what he had just been forced to…relive through the eyes of the poor woman he was now half choking to death. He was going to find these fuckers. He was going to find them even if it was in his spare time and make the ones responsible for utterly breaking this woman and creating such blaspheme. He didn’t care if she was an insipid little brainless noble or even if she wasn’t since he literally didn’t know anything about her or the case yet since his interaction with Cat since they saw each other again had consisted of rushing into a room and playing save-the-harlot.<br/><br/>“Hey…Cat? I think we got her…if you need to…ya know…talk to the nuns with guns that’re just kinda…standing there looking spooky. You know…instead of learning to wrestle young blonde girls. Like we are.”<br/>