<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Enforcer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/>Well…that had to be about the single most terrifying thing that had happened to him in awhile. It shut him clean up right fast as well till he realized it would just incriminate him more to be silent on the matter of ‘witches’ in the room when she had already made it quite clear she likely knew what he was. That…that wasn’t good at all. Seeing as how he wasn’t on fire yet he took in a deep breath and his eyes glossed over as he looked down at the floor and he lost himself to mental processing. Wheels turned somewhere in Scragg’s mind when Sister Margaret said ‘<span class="bbc_u">breed this</span>’ and “<span class="bbc_u">Accalia</span>’ in the same sentence. The wave of images and sound that had given him quite the punch in the gut rang inside his head and grew less and less punctuated with the end of sexual fluids upon the face of his stolen memories as one series of words added up with another in a flurry of words and connection was made.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8033300#msg8033300">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 10-04-2013, 09:27:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><em>Images flashed of men standing over her.  Men with pants around their ankles.  Hands struck her face, hands clutched her throat to choke off her air, finger clawed her naked flesh and men desecrated her body.  An endless train of faces and men rushed past his features.  Almost in reverse the men flashed by his face in an endless stream of sodomy and sex.  Blood splashed over his eyes with the dying face of two sleeping figures, he could see the knife pulled back and thrust forward over and over.  Blood across fingers and blood across a laughing face.  Then all was quiet as he got the scent of incense in his nose and a pair of wrinkled hands on his own.  As thin as paper those hands touched his own, caressed his fingers and whispered in his ear.  “You are just another whore for the Emperor my child.  They made you, they breed you and now you must serve.”</em><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Elderly.Narcissism in believing oneself kind and benevolent…or was it someone she knew? An inside job would make more sense in knowing when to kill her guards and take her. Explaining the girls fate so that she would not be a frightened lost girl in the dark not knowing what was going on? A<strong>lack</strong>of terror? A plea for her to accept her fate rather than telling her she deserved it. Did that suggest her kidnapping wasn’t a punishment then; some bizarre apology that he was doing what he must or just the beginning of the brainwashing? The Incense. The smell…he had to burn it into his memory. A drug? Or was this elderly fellow a religious sort? Imperial cult or heretical cult? It didn’t really matter at this point. Those hands were too thin to be a laborer or of the lower hive. It had to be someone connected to enough money or influence to not only live that long but remain unscarred by lesser waylay. And why did she break so quickly? Granted she was likely no bastion of mental fortitude but with the way this male figure talked to her it began to convince him more and more they may have known each other. When you had nothing left and your world was shattered,  you might just cling to the words of someone you used to trust more than an unknown murderer and kidnapper even if it was a twisted and upside down version of the world you just saw shattered before your eyes. Nevertheless, the old man knew about the Sisters little program and from the way she put it Accalia wasn’t the first to fall like this. They’d had time to practice.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8150913#msg8150913">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 01-05-2013, 14:45:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/> “Promising, but her virtue is compromised like the others of this program.  Some madness has gripped them and has stolen them from us.  We might think this is our project gone awry but I do not think so.  The first we found dead, quite literally ravaged to death by the lust of men.  After that we found another having sawed through her throat with barbed wire and then a third slowly pressing her face against the cogs of a machine.  We feared madness, but the process is oddly sequenced.”<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“How….how is it ‘sequenced?’…if you’ve seen a pattern I would…really like to hear it, Sister.” He’d try to speak as little as possible, his knees almost giving out entirely when Rihanna kicked him in the shin. All those thoughts and postulations slammed into him with the force of two land-trains running head on into one another. This time he had to keep himself quiet. Even if the Sister knew what he was he didn’t need to hold her hand through the process and prove it by spouting off things he had no way to prove. No, no he’d have to keep this one to himself a little while till he could fine tune his own stream of consciousness. He wanted to cry, just break down into tears, and worst of all he wasn’t sure if it was his own emotions or those in empathy to Accalia who likely had no more tears to shed after what they’d done to her.  He glared at Rihanna when he realized she'd throne-damned<em>kicked</em>him.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8193529#msg8193529">Quote from: Muse on 09-05-2013, 05:22:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>   “Please clarify.  Do you wish us to fetch this child for you?”   <br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Yeah, what he said. Protective Arbite custody for their own good or have us around when they try to take him? I imagine things must not be going as well as they should be if your dropping by like this all friendly like.”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8150913#msg8150913">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 01-05-2013, 14:45:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>“There is one I have kept hidden and he will be my proof.  Were we to fetch him then whatever has seduced our children away would seek him out.  I give you this mystery and task, from which you may gain a favor from us.  Does this sound agreeable?”<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>And she’d gone and answered at least one of his unasked questions. Whomever it was the Sister knew would be watching her and her agents. Already not a good sign if it was someone who could outsmart our ‘lady of ruined tables.’ “Hate to see something like this happen again…It damn well ain’t right whether it’s the offspring of a saint or not. These people are deranged heretics if they’re acting out these desecration's on purpose. I know I’d be happy to put them all away or put a stub between their eyes. Dunno about everyone else though.”