06-28-2018, 12:54 AM
Guu was walking around the walls of her jar, humming a nonsense tune, when the door to her holding area opened. Two figures walked in, closing the door behind themselves. The two men seemed at odds in almost every way with one another. The first was clearly a warrior, a veritable mountain of a man, clad in full armor and covered in scars, an eyepatch completing the look. He carried a rolled-up paper, the latest edition of the Black Horse Courier under one arm. His gaze was steely as he took a seat, and unfolded the newspaper, matching stares with Guu the entire time. Guu stuck her tongue out by reflex.
The second figure was an almost unbelievably thin wizard, though his long white beard and star-and-moon hat did not help. A trim monocle sat above an angular nose, and Guu could not shake the feeling that the man had been stretched. The wizard had a large tome which he placed upon the table with finality. Guu glanced up at him pleasantly, sliding to the bottom of the bottle and standing still, fairy wings glistening slightly in the lamplight.
“Princess Guu of Ambrosia.” The whispy man said, using an official kind of voice, though it was a little too nasally for Guu’s liking. “I am inspector Obsiquies and this is Inspector Furn. You have been charged with the assault of His majesty’s subjects and perhaps more alarmingly the theft of a star piece from Dalaran’s agents. You have pleaded guilty on both accounts!” The wizard sniffed, and adjusted his monocle.
“Do you have anything to say in your defense?” he asked with a skyward glance. Guu seemed to ponder this for some time, long enough that Obsiquies glanced down again.
“Yes.” She said at last, but seemed to think that announcement sufficient and said nothing more. There was a silence in the room, broken only by Furn turning a page of his paper, eyes still locked on Guu. Obsiquies seemed slightly at a loss, but given that the progression of the interrogation fell to him he attempted another approach.
“Will you tell us why you gave the star piece to those insufferable ninjas?” he asked. This time Guu barely let the words out of the wizard’s mouth before answering.
“The undead T-rex wasn’t my fault.” She said matter-of-factly. Obsiquies blinked and leaned closer to the bottle.
“A physically ambient necromantic leviathan? It worked? How did it move? Where there any residual feathers from the…” Obsiquies’ barrage of questions was halted by the drawn out methodical sound of tearing paper. Furn finished ripping out one page of the courier, and packed it into a single clump which he then dropped onto the floor, single eye still fixed on Guu.
“The crime.” He said simply, and Guu could not help but envision a bulldog, he just needed the ears. It wouldn't be a cute bull dog though. Obsiquies coughed and straightened up, adjusting his wizard's hat.
“Quite right, quite right! Princess, I will need you to explain the events more carefully. Do follow my line of questions please, it will expedite the process tremendously.”
The second figure was an almost unbelievably thin wizard, though his long white beard and star-and-moon hat did not help. A trim monocle sat above an angular nose, and Guu could not shake the feeling that the man had been stretched. The wizard had a large tome which he placed upon the table with finality. Guu glanced up at him pleasantly, sliding to the bottom of the bottle and standing still, fairy wings glistening slightly in the lamplight.
“Princess Guu of Ambrosia.” The whispy man said, using an official kind of voice, though it was a little too nasally for Guu’s liking. “I am inspector Obsiquies and this is Inspector Furn. You have been charged with the assault of His majesty’s subjects and perhaps more alarmingly the theft of a star piece from Dalaran’s agents. You have pleaded guilty on both accounts!” The wizard sniffed, and adjusted his monocle.
“Do you have anything to say in your defense?” he asked with a skyward glance. Guu seemed to ponder this for some time, long enough that Obsiquies glanced down again.
“Yes.” She said at last, but seemed to think that announcement sufficient and said nothing more. There was a silence in the room, broken only by Furn turning a page of his paper, eyes still locked on Guu. Obsiquies seemed slightly at a loss, but given that the progression of the interrogation fell to him he attempted another approach.
“Will you tell us why you gave the star piece to those insufferable ninjas?” he asked. This time Guu barely let the words out of the wizard’s mouth before answering.
“The undead T-rex wasn’t my fault.” She said matter-of-factly. Obsiquies blinked and leaned closer to the bottle.
“A physically ambient necromantic leviathan? It worked? How did it move? Where there any residual feathers from the…” Obsiquies’ barrage of questions was halted by the drawn out methodical sound of tearing paper. Furn finished ripping out one page of the courier, and packed it into a single clump which he then dropped onto the floor, single eye still fixed on Guu.
“The crime.” He said simply, and Guu could not help but envision a bulldog, he just needed the ears. It wouldn't be a cute bull dog though. Obsiquies coughed and straightened up, adjusting his wizard's hat.
“Quite right, quite right! Princess, I will need you to explain the events more carefully. Do follow my line of questions please, it will expedite the process tremendously.”