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Wait...what's she going to do with the stuff she finds out, anyway?

Feb 12, 2009 01:03

Who: Franziska von Karma (gestortperfekt) & Gene Starwind (outlawpilot). Possible later appearance by Sasagawa Ryohei (extremely_sunny).
When: After this post and this post.
Where: Cafeteria.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Franziska is investigating the Lavi incident. She still thinks she's somehow helpful this way.
Warnings: Uh...Franziska is a crazy chick with a whip and Gene's not the most ( Read more... )

gene starwind, franziska von karma

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outlawpilot February 12 2009, 06:44:28 UTC

Gene made his way down to the cafeteria to see what that Franziska chick wanted. He'd trolled the forums enough to know who she was, but he'd somehow missed the fact that she'd appointed herself prosecutor of the asylum. Not that that would have made any sense to him; it would be safer for all concerned if they just found the little shit and kicked his head in. And then maybe fed him to the elevator.

He spotted her sitting at a table and waved. He made a slight detour to get a drink of his own and an apple to munch on, then came and sat down across from her. "You wanted to talk to me?" Briefly he wondered what the hell the belt was for.

gestortperfekt February 12 2009, 06:50:21 UTC

When the man -- Mr. Gene Starwind, she took it -- greeted her, Franziska put her cup of tea down and transferred her belt-whip to her right hand, freeing her left so that she could pick up her pen and begin to take notes. Well, maybe he wasn't as foolish as he had seemed on the forums. Maybe he would cooperate with her and not have to taste the sting of her whip.

"Indeed I did, Mr. Gene Starwind," Franziska said, flipping in her notepad until she was at a blank page. "It is my understanding you discovered the last victim of foolishness in this place. I would like to know exactly what you saw when you arrived. Be as detailed as possible, I have a very strong stomach." She sipped her tea delicately then.

outlawpilot February 12 2009, 07:02:17 UTC

He shrugged. "Okay." If she wanted details, that was fine. No one had told him to keep his mouth shut.

"Well, I came downstairs and happened to glance into the pool room. The guy, Lavi, was lying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. I don't know how long he'd been there, but not long enough for the blood loss to get him. He was still alive, barely, but he was either non-responsive or unconscious, not sure which. He had a bunch of stab wounds all over his body. Chest, shoulder, thigh, maybe more, and a really, really deep gash in his side. Also cuts on his face."

Gene took a bite of his apple. Discussing stuff like this didn't bother him; it was sort of what he did for a living. "I used my shirt to try to stop the bleeding on the worst one, that was his side, and got on the nearest computer and put out a general alert, then came back. Then Samus and that redhead chick and the blond guy and Garrus and the old man came down, with enough sheets and stuff to patch him up."

gestortperfekt February 12 2009, 07:06:46 UTC

Franziska nodded, scribbling down the general details that he gave. It wasn't enough to make her lose her temper just yet: hardly anyone got giving a statement right the first time. Not unless they worked in the legal system themselves. She tapped her pen against her note pad for a moment, then grabbed her cup of tea and sipped it again.

"All right, Mr. Gene Starwind," she continued. "Could you please point out to me, using your own body before you get any foolish perverted ideas, where the wounds were?"

outlawpilot February 12 2009, 07:16:03 UTC

He grinned. Well, he hadn't actually thought about trying to grope her, *yet*, but he would have. Oh well. "Yeah."

He demonstrated where the lesser wounds had been. "Most of these had popsicle sticks snapped off in them. I think the little prick who did this figured out a way to turn them into makeshift knives." He pointed to a spot on his side. "The really bad one went from here," he drew his finger up several inches "To about here." Then he pointed at his face. "The cuts went across here and here."

He shrugged. "Most of the wounds weren't what I'd call fatal, except for that one in his side, and maybe the one in his neck. But we got to him in time to keep him from bleeding to death."