I've left behind this little fact

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WHO: Cavil, Lassiter, and Shawn (?)
WHERE: The interrogation room at the super prison
WHEN: Midday, January 20th
WARNINGS: Not sure! Will add as needed.
SUMMARY: Cavil is interrogated about his crimes.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph. Feel free to do whichever!

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[shawnedium]

Encounter? First encounters, first encounters...well, Cavil was mainly Saitou's guy and there was no doubt that Lassie must have brought him up. Something about the police bro code and what not that even his dad followed despite being Mister Justice. But Lassie wasn't entirely sure what Saitou did to Cavil the first time around. He chewed thoughtfully on his noodles before suddenly throwing his carton into Lassie's lap and screaming in pain.

"NNNG!!!" He grunted, hands flying up to his temples. He opened his mouth and began making choking sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball. Then he draped himself across the interrogation table, rolling back and forth from Lassie to Cavil and back, all while muttering. "Black. Dark. PAINT IT BLACK."

He grabbed Lassie by the tie and wrapped it around his wrist like a cuff and therefore bringing Lassie closer.

"Won't...won't go in without a--" He let go of Lassie and stood up like the ~psychic fever~ had stopped. Suddenly Shawn launched himself at the wall and muttered redrum five times for good measure before flipping himself over and pointing at Cavil. "Youuuuuuuuu stubborn old Yoda."

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The officer.

Was rolling.

On the table.

First, Cavil felt mild alarm. Then, confusion. Then, aggravation, because he was talking here, and he had very important things to say about how they were letting a blood-thirsty psychopath out onto the field. Whether intentional or not, the behavior was quite obviously throwing Cavil off balance. He clenched his jaw. "What?"

Really, what else was there to say?

[shawnedium]

Shawn paused and cocked his brow at Lassiter. Really, he couldn't piece together his beautiful puzzle pieces? Now if Juliet were here, she'd get it, because she was a smart cookie like that. Or Gus. Gus liked to play his Magic Head role with amazing fervor.

"Officer Saitou--" Shawn began dramatically, taking a drag from an invisible cigarette and flicking his wrist at Cavil. "Apprehended Cavil months ago, but Palpatine here wouldn't go in quietly."

sorry for the delay, you guys! /o\

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Cavil wasn't sure if he should be more alarmed by the blatant misinformation, the fact that Shawn mistook him for Palpatine (being from a universe without Star Wars made this more of a logical leap for him), or the fact that someone like this was sent to interrogate him. Were the police a joke? Did they think he was a joke?

Again, he gave a: "What?" And then: "I'm not--"

He threw a look at Lassiter who, while still his enemy, at least appeared to have a measure of sanity. "Is there a point to this?"

[shawnedium]

"Only resulted in someone dying, but no one really cares about that in this City, do they?" He shrugged his shoulders. It was no fun when he had to spell it out for everyone! Seriously needed Magic Head and Jules around to decipher his weirdness or at least give Lassiter lessons in understanding his madness.

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Cavil's glare didn't soften, exactly, but the anger did fade, if only just slightly.

"Yes, well," he said, looking from Shawn back to Lassiter. "As a matter of fact, someone did die. Me." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And at least half of that blame, if not all of it, rests on your fellow officer."