Scene #440: Inquisitorial Mishaps

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Faruja	It's mid-day in Mullonde, and Faruja Senra sits at a large table, several maps spread before him. Some show the likely outdated lines of advance for the Archadian army, others are pinned in various locations for whatever odd purpose the Inquisitor has. But most notably? There's a large tome open beside him. The subject? Legends of Espers, opened to the page on Phoenix herself. A knight on patrol in the highly secure, if not eactly secret compound for Inquisitors needing more specialized maps and other such things, stops and bows. "All quiet, M'Lord! Inquisitor Cecilia sends her regards, and asks if she might use your dungeon." Faruja nods. "By all means. I hardly hath a need these days. Just /please/ tell her to clean up after herself." Sigh. Some INquisitors can be brutes.
Ziggy Grover	Elsewhere: "Ranger Series Operator Green, it is time for your test." Sitting in the Garage, where the Rangers had gathered, Ziggy Grover runs a hand through his hair. "Oh come on, give me a break. Teleportation's still a disaster no matter what I do." Standing up, he starts towards the refrigerator. Doctor K smiles, from where she's seated, watching Ziggy approach the fridge on a monitor. "Oh, I thought perhaps a little incentive would make sure you can learn some control..." "What do you mean by that, Doc?" Ziggy asks, as he opens the fridge door... to find himself staring at a very large cannon. "Five..." "RPM, GET IN GEAR!!!" "Four... three... two..." The resulting teleportation has Doctor K nodding as she checks her monitors. The half-a-smirk fades, replaced by a look of concern. "... where did he go?" Somewhere in Faruja's dungeons: "Hello? Hello? Excuse me? Where am... oooh, that doesn't look good." And so when Inquisitor Cecilia is somewhere in the dungeon, she might hear a noise... and a Ranger Green trying to un-chain someone from the walls. "Oh... hi! Are you here to free the prisoner? Because this really doesn't look like a good treatment plan for your employees..."
Faruja	~~ Inquisitorial Planning Room #7 ~~ Faruja looks the soldier up and down. Slowly, he squints at the knight, before sighing. Now who could be so forward and utterly lacking in proper protocol? Given he can count on his hand the number of people in the Union who care little for protocol /and/ were at the mission for the Shrine? "Oh bloody Abyss. Fine. Let her in." "M...M'Lord?" "It shall be fine, 'tis just myself, and the passage to the dungeons is well guarded. Take her here directly, just avoid the hallway downwards. We hath nothing that is sealed here under Inquisitorial writ anyway." The knight will lead good Frederica to the large room with the table! There's even tea and wine out. ~~ Inquisitorial Interrogation Chamber #25 ~~ Inquisitor Cecilia, a short, glasses wearing, blonde-haired waif of a woman, might not have the look of one of the Inquisition's most feared zealot. But size doesn't prevent a dangerous mix of black-and-white world views, and a lack of empathy for those in her 'care'. Hearing the noise, the woman walks over to the dark, dank cell. Folding her arms, she glares. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY FARAM ARE YOU DOING, YOU LITTLE DEGENERATE HERETIC! THAT MAN IS A DAEMON-WORSHIPPER!" Screams the woman, voice shrill. It's enough to be heard all the way up and into the hallway. Should Fred pass by at the right time? She might just hear it. Ranger Green's more immediate concern might be the massive ball of flame starting form between the scowling Inquisitor's hands.
Ziggy Grover	That he was wearing a helmet did little to prevent his eardrums from being nearly blown out by the woman's shrill cry. Hands move up, flailingly waving. "Wait, what? I don't know about you, but I don't think anyone can do any daemon-worshippings with his hands like that. And look at him, he's even skinner than I am. Practically all bones. Don't you think you're overstepping your bounds, what with the Geneva Conventions? I mean, I'm pretty sure that if... uh... is that -fire- coming from your... OHHHHHH!" And then Ranger Green is scrambling, jumping up onto the rim of a barrel meant to hold water to wash down the floors after... interrogation. The problem is, there is no lid, and Ranger Green flails on the edge of the rim after realizing his mistake. "Aaaa, hold on a minute, can't we talk about this? I mean, you seem like a reasonable woman... well, if you're not busy yelling..."
Faruja	~~ Prison Cell ~~ For a brief moment, there's confusion in the woman's face, and the flames flicker. "...What in Faram's name is 'Geneva'? The only Convention I know of is the one that GAVE THE INQUISITION BROAD SWEEPING POWERS TO DESTROY INFIDELS THAT WALK INTO INQUISITORIAL CELLS AND TRY TO FREE THOSE RIGHTLY PUNISHED!" More yelling. This woman gives Faruja a run for his money in volume. Then, she throws open the cell, and tosses the searing, burning power of a Flare spell right into the middle of the room. Water, chains, rack, and likely prisoner will become nothing more than flaming slag in a moment. The same for the good Ranger if he doesn't flee or use his powers! ~~Upstairs~~ The return of Fred's good mood does much to brighten up the rat. He perks up, flicks his tail, and walks over. "My, my, my, Dame Frederica! Hail, mine dear, I /thought/ that was ye! Though...just next time go through proper channels? I realize the paperwork is a pain in the arse, however, respect and lines of communication art nearly as sacred as the good Word to those of us in the Inquisition." Pause. Yelling. Deep breath. "'Tis fine mine dear." His voice is strained, and suddenly very irritated. "Just a colleague. Stay up here, hmm? I shall go calm her down. Just think; that lovely Lady..." Cue even more yelling about Heretics. Sigh. "Might hath become thine liason." Smile! Then, he quickly limp-walks off towards the downstairs area. In his haste, if Fred chooses to follow? It might be easy to sneak after him. Otherwise? The pile of maps, and book on the Phoenix esper might be interesting! ~~ At the stairwell down ~~ "DAMNIT CECILIA! DOTH YE KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO CAPTURE THAT BLOODY HERETIC!? THAT BETTER NOT BE A FLARE SPELL I SMELL DOWN THERE, OR I SWEAR TO FARAM, YE ART CLEANING UP WITH A TOOTHBRUSH!"
Ziggy Grover	"Oh, right, Geneva doesn't exist anymore," Ranger Green muses, as he reconsiders. "End of the world, only one city left in my world, so I'm -kinda- just a little more occupied with saving lives than saving souls, and... wow, do you know that I can see your tonsils when you open your mouth like that? Wait, what are you... Oh come on, that's just -overkill-!" Leaping for the prisoner, Ziggy hits his rev morpher desperately... There is the sound of humming, as Ranger Green and the prisoner teleport... ... and then the humming re-emerges... behind Inquisitor Cecilia, as Ranger Green lands, slumping, supporting the prisoner. "There, we should be away from the loud shrew," the Power Ranger exaults proudly, lowering the prisoner and placing his hands to his hips triumphantly, back to the inquisitor.
Faruja	~~ Upstairs ~~ A humming sound, and the distinct feeling of displacement. Faruja knows that feeling. A teleport. Which should be impossible, at least magically. Not a single ward goes off. "The High Inquisitor is going to give me one bloody long lecture after this..." Oh yes, his day just got worse. A glance back. Froooooown! "Lady Frederica. Ye know, I do like ye, but one of these days I must teach ye how to act properly in Ivalice. When an Inquisitor tell ye to do something, YE DO SO! Just...oh, fine! Read the bloody maps! Incidents of increased cult activity in that first one. Ye may well notice the beginnings of an inverted Ajoran cross. Symbolic, heavily magical, such contructions...but foolish. Easy to find the next targ..." Oh, right, escaping Heretics. Faruja draws his Blaze Gun, and then quite simply fires a warning shot slightly to the left of the Green Ranger and the prisoner. Cecilia's already charging up for another Flare spell. "The other map shows potential sights for other lost Esper shrines." Explains the rat to Frederica, even as he holds his gun steadily. ~~ Downstairs ~~ "Now then, as for /ye/ lot! I wouldst suggest, oh green-clothed stranger, that ye put that man down. Ye art assisting in the escape of a criminal. ailure to do so, and I leave ye as naught more than a smoking pile of ashes. Well? Care to explain just whom in the bloody abyss ye art?" Snarls Faruja. He glances to Cecilia. "Let me kill the lot of 'em, Faruja! See!? He's helping the Daemon-worshipper! I'll bet he got hired to bust him out to take him back to the rest of his virgin-murdering friends!" Faruja shakes his head. "And if ye merely kill them both LIKE YE RUINED MINE PRISON CELL then we shan't know where their hideout is. Hold the fire, Cecilia, mayhaps 'tis a misunderstanding. This man is not an Ivalician."
Ziggy Grover	Ranger Green's triumphant pose freezes, followed by a slump of his shoulders. "She's right behind me, isn't she?" Ziggy asks the prisoner. Wordlessly, the prisoner brings his head up and down in a frantic move, starting to crawl. Ranger Green turns towards Cecilia, just in time to see the blast go past him, forcing him to cower, covering his helmeted head. "Whoa, whoa...! Hey, the good guys don't -torture-! It's one of those -rules- of being the good guys! So if you're doing this, I'm going to have -cross- words with you...!" Ranger Green exclaims, spinning around, though his body language is obviously tilted in between two place, as visor goes from one person to another. "Right, I'm not an Ivalician... I'm a Corinth Citizen! See, my ID... uh..." Hands go over his uniform, coming down to his blaster, and then his hands goes up. "I uh... my ID's in my other clothes, and I can't show you that without changing out of this, but if I do, I'm pretty sure the nun here is going to scream bloody murder if I do. Can't we talk this over peacefully, like, over breaking bread, and not breaking bones?"
Faruja	Faruja smiles a bit down to Ziggy. "Ye know, I almost want to believe ye. Now..." Cecilia cuts the rat off. "See!? Torture!? Boy, you haven't /seen/..." "CECILIA!" Scowling rat! Faruja finds himself interrupted by Frederica this time. And to a quite reasonable way, at that! Faruja smiles. "Excellent. Ser? Please do as the Lady says. 'Tis her and myself, or Inquisitor Cecilia there. Your choice." Smiiiiiile! The rat grips the gun a little tighter for emphasis. Whisper whisper! "Rules art what keeps a society together! Without them, 'tis naught but chaos! An orderly, faithful society is one of peace and harmony! Even seemingly foolish paperwork involving writs of entry into /holy and highly dangerous/ areas." Huff.
Ziggy Grover	There was a wince, as Ranger Green preemptively steps away from Cecilia. "I can see why she's an -inquisitor-. The voice's torture enough." Leaning down, crouching to his knees, Ziggy tilts his head this way, then that way. "You know, you really don't look like a virgin-murderer to me. I don't suppose you're going to tell me -what- you're in for? I mean, I've been on the wrong side of these bars myself, so I know what circumstances could lead you to end up in prison. Although, uh... I'm pretty sure that whatever it was you're in here for, it doesn't entitle you to be beaten up like this." Standing up, Ranger Green peers at Frederica. "Man, does -everyone- here like fire or something? Because if you want explosions, I'd need, like, a burrito and about half an hour..."
Faruja	The prisoner looks over, and gives a black-toothed smile. Eww. "...Heh. In for? Buncha zealots! Callin' me a witch, mate! /They/ dunno what real magic is! Jus' cuz I get my magic from a skull, and it talks to me every now and then? Nothin' to be startin' about! Buncha Ajoran crazies! And the little tavern wench wasn't any virgin, I'll tell ya tha..." Faruja and Cecilia glare and snarl as one. "Five counts of murder, three counts of Witchcraft, and four resisting arrest charges. And now, one escaping arrest charge. Now wouldst suggest ye shut up, lest I decide to see the sentence carried out here. I grow weary of the lot of ye!" To Fred, the rat nods. Excellent. "And I am Inquisitor Faruja Senra. Last warning. Down with the prisoner. He is a murderer. Protest our methods all ye like. But I assure ye, I saw the bodies. Ever seen someone twisted inside out? /This/ man is the cause of it, him and his little cult."
Ziggy Grover	The body language of Ranger Green shifts from a protective stance to a leap backward and backing up fast. "Whoa... that's -really- bad. Uh... do-over, can I just throw him back into the prison? I mean, some people really belong there. Even if your methods..." Hands go to his head. "Oh, I don't know what's going on here anymore," Ziggy exclaims, shaking his head. "So... if you're going to throw me in the brig for aiding and betting, can I at least get a different cell? I mean, I'm too pretty to be put in with him."