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lobsel vith PLEASE READ THIS FIRST RULES ABOUT MUN

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Kidnapping? Emil was starting to see why this case had been booted away–though maybe not exactly why it was booted /all/ the way up to Krimson City. This was turning into a nightmare. He was hoping that Forbs or Riviera was clickety clacking away on one of their computers trying to see if there was any merit to this accusation. It wasn’t like they could go see the scene of the crime… that would be one hell of a hike.

Emil’s face was a little softer now, a little more full of concern. He couldn’t believe him on face value alone, but he was damn sure he was going to hear Valtiel out. “Could you tell me about how long you were there for? Anything about the conditions he kept you in?”

If this had been a victim or another kind of suspect, Emil have been a bit more concerned about the actions of the man before him. But after he had been lifeless for so long… it seemed just a little fake, just a little forced. Which made Emil wary to the behaviour. Nevertheless, concern still lingered on his face as he asked. “Are you alright?”

Valtiel takes a moment to itself, really trying to sell the whole thing before looking up again. Humans were strange; Emil had gone from stern, to confused, now he seems worried. It was a lot to process for the angel, and it takes a moment to blink up at the doctor. Taking a breath, it reaches for the notepad once more. 

i do not know how long i was kept. after i was taken from the church, i was brought to that house and kept out of sight. when i was able to get out, i wanted to explore. i do not like being locked up. 

The last sentence was underlined, as if to stress the point it made. The angel was used to tight, confined spaces, but it needed to have a way out. Otherwise, it would grow irritated and panicked, and history may repeat itself. Speaking of, it takes notice of the photo again, head twitching and coming to a stop in a tilted position, like it was curious. 

i did not know his name. 

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Valtiel’s reaction to Emil moving the book was the most amount of movement he had seen the man preform the whole time they were in here together. He involuntarily tensed as he watched the movement. Was Valtiel… reaching for the book? He wasn’t exactly sure, but that would have been his best guess. Emil’s hunch about him not liking being studied was most certainly confirmed, he was now a little uneased by what would have happened if he hadn’t put the notebook down.

No response. Familiar uneasy chills tingled down Emil’s spine. Sometimes people were just good at holding back emotions. Sometimes people were use to seeing corpses. But the passiveness that Valtiel looked at the photo coupled with the fact that the room was mostly silent due to only one of them being able to speak… it put Emil on edge.

The reaction that followed though, was a mix bag. On one hand, he seemed receptive–he emoted to a situation with an acceptable reaction. But on the other… he seemed more concerned with not being able to leave than being charged with murder. Emil’s thoughts twisted towards psychopathy, but the man wasn’t really giving any of the markers. No, he was still sure this man was just… not use to normal social cues and perhaps misunderstanding the gravity of the situation. He was reminded of the Genie case, but instead of language it was social cues. His eyes looked at the notebook he pushed away, but decided against it. He’d remember remembering the Genie case, he was sure of it.

Emil didn’t have a chance to speak towards those reactions since Valtiel was writing again. The next line that he placed on the paper robbed Emil of all the inquires he was going to ask before. “Basement?” Emil’s surprise echoed in his voice. “The victim brought you into the house and had you in the basement?” a pause. “Valtiel… were you brought there willingly?” Emil turned his head towards the the mirror and gave it a hard look. He was hoping that someone was behind the mirror and could understand what he was trying to convey: ‘Do a background check on the victim.’

The angel doesn’t seem to realize the way it had set the human off. How could it know that most humans weren’t used to seeing something it considered “normal”? Comparatively, it had done something rather tame in the eyes of The Order. At least this victim was an adult, and it was an honest accident, not a sacrificial killing. 

Another shift in tone draws Valtiels attention to the human’s face, and instead of writing an answer this time, it gives a simple shake of its head. No, it was not brought their willingly. 

That information seemed to hit a nerve with the doctor. It could work with that. Another shift, the angel brings its arms to wrap loosely around its own stomach, cradling itself and curling up slightly in a display of discomfort. It thinks back to a time at the church, back to when it’d gotten to observe people who were looking for the comfort of God, and it mimics those mannerisms in hopes of playing on this humans soft spot. 

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Hello! It was nice of you to follow me back! It is nice to meet you!

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At first Emil was confused by the sound that came out of Valtiel’s mouth. He almost thought the man was sneezing, or maybe coughing? But after a moment the sound clicked–the man was snorting. The disconnect was simply because his face remained pretty much the same, there was no flicker of amusement passing over it. The only movement his face seemed to make was that twitch as he was writing his notes. Did that really seem to bug him? Perhaps that was it? The glance at the mirror, the unwillingness to answer his question? Perhaps he didn’t like that Emil was studying him?

Emil thought he would give going noteless for a while a try. Perhaps the man would be more willing to open up to him if he didn’t feel so… studied. He watched Valtiel tap his pen against the notepad before him as Emil slide his own notebook (face down) away from him. He re-folded his hands in front of him, just continuing to watch Valtiel write.

When he had a chance to see what Valtiel wrote next his face furrowed a little. He was rather sure Riviera would have mentioned something of the reason he was here but at the same time he knew the Detective might not have had the patience to explain it. He reached for the casefile he had brought in with him and opened the folder. He placed the autopsy photo (the ones that they look dead but all the horrors of the crime are conveniently hidden behind a white sheet) of the victim in between them. “You are here because you are charged with the murder of Zack Neuman.” he tapped the face of the man in the photo to emphasize his point. “You were the only one seen going in and out of the house where his body was found.” he paused at this point because he realised Valtiel had wrote more. “I can’t guarantee that you get to leave here Valtiel. These are some pretty serious charges.” He toyed with the idea of using this ‘friend’ as manipulation, but didn’t want to press his luck just yet. He wanted to see Valtiel’s reaction to the victim first, maybe that would clue him in on how hard he needed to press the man.

The movement catches the angels attention, and it watches as the doctors notebook is moved away. For a moment, it shifts, sitting up and shifting its arm as though it’s considering reaching out and grabbing the journal, but the moment never comes. Just another twitch of the body, and readjusting in the seat. Had the human not set the book aside himself, Valtiel would’ve smacked it out of his hands. No need for that now, though. 

It does not flinch or change expression as it’s shown the photos of the corpse. It recognizes the face, but admittedly it had never known its caretakers name. The accusation isn’t what makes it react, but the idea of being stuck here causes the angel to let out an exaggerated sigh, its head rolling back slightly with its eyes. 

Picking up the pen again, it writes quickly. 

he brought me to that house. i had not seen him since i was able to leave the basement

That was also true. Valtiel would not lie to this human, but it wasn’t going to give the full truth either. The late human had crossed the angel, and in an impulsive fit the angel lashed out. The human was left in the basement, and more or less forgotten about until now. 

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‘Not sociable’ Emil wrote onto his paper, which he kept mostly hidden from Valtiel’s view. ‘Fails at social cues’ followed on the next line. Emil’s brain whirled with possibilities. Could he had some cognitive disability? Perhaps autism? His thoughts weren’t really landing on anything–too much was still up in the air–but the ideas were still kicking around in there.

He curiously watched the man as he wrote, trying to read the writing upside down. The script seemed to progressively become worse as Valtiel seemed to write more and more making it almost impossible to read from this angle–not that Emil was all that good at reading upside down anyway. Valtiel pausing in his writing caused Emil’s eyes to flicker upwards automatically. He watched the man look behind him at the ‘mirror’ before those eyes slide back onto him. He kept his eyes locked with the suspect until he looked away and wrote something else on the paper. Why suddenly stop? Was he concerned about who was watching him?

As the pad slide towards him with the scratched out beginning to the question he had asked before–so close–Emil read the question with a slight bit of confusion. The script was vaguely child like, Emil was intrigued by that. “Ah, no. I am not that kind of doctor.” Emil said with a warm smile. “I’m a psychologist, we study the human mind.” he tried his best to not over explain. “And this is a police station, not a hospital. The 23rd precinct, homicide division to be specific.” a pause. “You began to write the answer to the question I asked but scratched it out. Is it because you are not sure why you are here or rather you don’t want to tell me?” Emil’s voice was a little more stern this time, a bit more like an interrogation rather than the light tone of his past questions. He didn’t want to beat around the bush with this one. He needed to know if the man knew he was brought in on suspicion of murder, needed to prove he could be properly Mirandized. So he pushed the pad back towards Valtiel and folded his hand over top of his own notebook, waiting for the suspect to provide him with an answer to his question.  

The human mind? The angel lets out a small snort of amusement, though its face doesn’t change, holding the same passive expression as before. Its head twitches again as it watches the human write; it did not like being so closely watched and recorded, and if it continued it doesn’t know what it might do. The humans tone grows more stern, and the angel shifts its jaw in annoyance. 

Valtiel takes a moment to tap the pen against the paper as it thinks, letting the doctors words sink in fully. It doesn’t know if it should play ignorant, or just see where the truth leads it.

i do not know why i am still here

That much was the truth. The angel didn’t know why it was still allowing itself to be kept by humans, after everything they’ve done to him. Perhaps it had grown soft after caring for The Mother. Perhaps it was just bored. 

when will i be allowed to leave? i am trying to find my friend and i do not want to miss her

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“Valtiel?” The word was foreign on Emil’s tongue but he did his best to pronounce it correctly. The amount of people that called him “Fawst” (like lost) instead of “Foust” (like house) was overwhelming. So he often tried to pronounce names correctly as best as he could. His curious eyes lingered on the name he had crossed out though, making a note to himself to run it for a background check later. But he simply only continue with a “What an interesting name you have.” and a polite smile.

Valtiel would be correct in assuming he was studying him. Emil’s eyes often lingered over his face, watching carefully for movements and hints of behaviour which would clue Emil into what the suspect’s mindset was. He hadn’t made too many conclusions (though he was super curious to why Valtiel was so /twitchy/), rather just trying to find answers without having to ask so many questions. To the untrusting it was probably nerve wracking, but Emil was trying his best to come off as trustworthy–whether it was working was another story.

Emil took a beat before trying to ask his next question, trying to keep it short and to the point. “Do you know where you are, Valtiel? And do you know why you are here?” Emil’s question was poised, light and interested. He was trying to keep the conversation pleasant, trying not to make it too difficult on the possibly handicapped suspect (one must assume things when certain information was provided). But if anything Emil might have been trying too hard, perhaps to the point that it was coming off as fake.

Valtiel drew the pad of paper closer to itself, beginning to write once more. 

i am here because 

A pause. The angel looks over to the “mirror”, then up at the human in the room. It was here because God was dead, and because it had been careless after getting rid of it’s caretaker. It was here because it didn’t want to be contained, and because it was simply humoring the humans that have taken it hostage. However, putting all of that on paper may not be the right message to send out at this time. 

i am here because 

you are a doctor. is this a hospital?

The script is a little less neat now, like the writing of a child. It’s name was practiced, it seems, because the rest of the print is a bit shaky. 

Truthfully, the angel had no idea why it was here. But it wasn’t worried too terribly. One way or another, it would find its way out. 

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Emil’s eyes lingered on the suspects face as he nodded. The exasperation on his face confirmed the idea that the man not only knew what was going on but was as frustrated as Detective Riviera had been. So he seemed to be competent enough for this conversation to continue, but what intrigued Emil the most was how fidgety he was. Emil’s presence, despite him being way less intimidating than both detectives, still put him on edge. He doubted his demeanor upset him. Was it because he had been in captivity for so long? Or maybe it was him being thrown from precinct to precinct? Or could it possibly be something else?

Emil just made note of the observation and just decided to press on. “Wonderful. So do you mind writing down your name for me?” he removed his finger from the notebook, opting to write down some notes of his own rather then press the suspect if he was unwilling to answer. After a moment he peeked back up hoping the man would forfeit something he could call him other than ‘the suspect’.

For a moment, it considers not answering the human. He was taking notes, and it was obvious that Valtiel was being studied for some reason or another. It takes the notepad and the pen, and after some hesitation it writes out its name.

lobsel vith  valtiel 

It was called a number of things at the church, but this one was the most common, and appropriate name. Perhaps, given time, this human would call it the names that Father Vincent had, but for now, the angel would prefer to let Emil make his own assessments on its personality. 

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The knock at the door went unnoticed for Emil was rather engrossed in finishing his current sentence on his report. It wasn’t until the hesitant second knock that he realised someone was trying to gain access to his office. “Come in.” He said peeking up over his glasses to see who it was.

“Doc? Oh good, you’re here.” Detective Forbs, one of the homicide detectives, made his way into the office. “Uh…” he looked around at the mostly dark office, confused why the blinds were shut and Emil seemed to be working by only his desk lamp despite it being the middle of the day. “Did I uh… interrupt something?”

“No, no.” Emil said with a laugh and reaching over to flick on light. “Sorry I just concentrate better in the dark.” He took off his glasses and just smiled pleasant up at the Detective. “Is there something I can help you with, Detective?”

“Right yeah, Rivs sent me in here, he thinks we’re going to need you on this case that just got hot potato-ed to us.” That would be Detective Riviera, Forbs’s partner. “The suspect isn’t talking and the whole case is a mess. We think he did it but you know… the whole not talking bit is throwing us off.”

Emil looked up at Forbs confused. “You do realise that most people accused of a crime do not really like to openly talk about it…?”

“No, Doc, I mean /literally/ not talking. Like he can’t or something? Ain’t looking like a physical thing, he has a mouth you know? So Rivs thinks it’s something psychological and told me to come fetch you.”

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To say that Valtiel was annoyed was an understatement. It’d been months since it was, most literally, dragged from its home in the church and kept somewhat captive by some member of The Order. At least, that’s what it was lead to believe. Who else would know where it was and would take the time to save it? The situation turned sour after an argument arose between the angel and its captor, and it was resolved brutally quickly. 

With no one to keep as company, the angel began to wander around its new home, venturing outside on a few occasions. It didn’t know that it stuck out so much, as it had little to no “people skills”. And if it had known that all of that would get it kidnapped and dragged away again, it would’ve just stayed inside. 

Now Valtiel sits and watches as another human is swapped out of the room. This isn’t like the last time; there was no house it was brought to for safekeeping, and there was more than one captor. It set the angel on edge, and it showed it the way it fidgeted with it’s fingers and with the occasional twitch of the head. 

This new human was different, and the angel looks back at the “mirror” in the room, as if to compare the three captors it knew were present. The angel looks back towards the new human- Emil- and holds eye contact as the notebook is slid it’s way. A simple nod is all it gives for now, yes I am able write out responses but the question is will I. Valtiel watches the human for his next move, keeping its body as relaxed as possible, even with the twitching and the exasperated expression. 

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goldbadge:

     “So those people murdered themselves huh? Valtiel we can’t keep doing this.”

you look in a chuck e cheese employee’s eyes and you tell me that they’re not already dead. tell me to my face, aba. i was doing community service. 

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goldbadge:

              “Hey I kept that promise. But state law says we can never go back to Chuck e Cheese again.”

aren’t you supposed to be above the law? what happened last time was not my fault-

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goldbadge:

        “ If this is about your feet again, I didn’t take them.” 

it’s about you, keeping a promise, and taking me out for some wholesome family fun. 

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i haven’t forgotten what you owe me. 

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gehennaabsolute:

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And I have not forgotten about you two….Greetings! My name is Gehenna. Oh

hello! i am valtiel! it is nice to meet so many new people so quickly!

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Glasswing Butterfly (Greta Oto), by ceferreira.

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iragin:

we like the suspense. i’m countin on ya to deliver em goodies.

i am glad! i will do my best to uphold the suspense and deliver as many goodies as i am able! 

what exactly am i supposed to be delivering?

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seastarxs:

huh thats a nice name vvaltiel

havve you been alone for a long time or

it is? i am glad!

i have not been alone for that long, i often times can go home and see people i know. but they are not good for conversation. and no one new has come to town in a long while!