Prosecutor Pyrope

Dependent Redglare RP blog for SkaiaNet Institute.

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Database

“And Missus Arnold stands on the opposite end of the window, in Washington’s line of sight, and says, ‘Look at this!’, and she–”

The bell rang, cutting Al off from his speech and strange hand movements. The students seemed to be enjoying themselves, though, which was fun. The best part about being hooked up to the internet was the fact that he knew the strange stories and could at least make the American Revolution a bit more interesting.

“…I suppose we’ll need to pick up this story again another time. Remember, we’re checking the questions for this chapter tomorrow! Try and explain the ones you aren’t sure about! And please, get the answer for that free response question to me before the test- which is next Wednesday! You’re dismissed!”

Al turned to face the whiteboard behind him. He had another AP class coming up, and he should start getting his notes set up… 

He supposed it was too much to ask that the digital writing program (and projector, now that he thought of it) be set up in the few minutes before his next class started.

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Natasha Pyrope liked to be in the know on what went on around campus. It made life easier when she had detailed information on every fight, squabble, or potentially exposing event the students and faculty could muster. This included keeping her internal database up-to-date. Since she couldn’t rely on the Headmistress to supply her with the necessary information, she had to seek it out herself. This meant picking out the truth from rumors around the campus.

Of course, black, dark-windowed cars were a tell-tale sign of a new employee or student, and Natasha had seen one earlier that week. This was the reason she was taking a few hours off of work to meet the new professor. All she had picked up on him was that he was the history teacher, and apparently a hologram.

Upon reaching the room the new teacher taught in, the lawyer knocked once on the open door before striding into the room.

“You must be the new professor, yes? Natasha Pyrope. I’m here to ask you a few questions.” She stated, taking off her red-tinted sunglasses and tucking them neatly in her blazer’s pocket.

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Latula liked a challenge every now and then. Speaking of challenges one of them was standing right in front of her. Three teachers speaking with each other and look at that, her skateboard was in her hands just waiting to be dropped to the hardwood floor. Latula drops the...

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Natasha knew that adopting two teenage daughters would be quite the feat. Natasha also knew that adopting two teenage dragon hybrids as daughters would be even more of a challenge. But where would the lawyer be if she didn’t take a few risks now and again?

The trouble was, Prosecutor Pyrope really had no idea what she was doing when it came to parenting. She had been in very few serious relationships in her lifetime, and none of said relationships had gotten close enough to the point of producing children. No amount of business school and practice in court would prepare her for what she blindly signed herself up for.

it wasn’t much of a surprise to Natasha when Demetrios called her cell phone. It was only in emergencies that he did so, but the words “your daughter” made everything clear. She promised her friend that she would be there shortly before hanging up. Donning her coat took no longer than a minute, and then she was striding purposefully across the campus to her older daughter’s dorm building.

Time to get this over with.

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Poker Night

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“I do apologize that the truth eluded you, but I’m the one who will, in fact, be kicking everyone’s asses.”

The woman with the snarky tone grinned as she approached the apartment, sizing up the two men with her glowing red eyes. So this was the criminology teacher and philosophy teacher, hmm? Intimidating with no doubt, but that was only more amusing to the lawyer. If they had dressed up just to intimidate their competition, then they were going to be very disappointed.

The lawyer was dressed in her best teal suit, with red heels that matched her glasses and her eyes. There was no reason not to look her best, especially in front of these men. As successful as she was in court, her money from poker nights such as these were what paid for her suits. She carried quite a sum in her pocket just for that reason. A loss here and there wouldn’t do much to tarnish her reputation as a poker player, as long as she left with the largest amount of money.

Of course Natasha Pyrope wasn’t a fool, and was used to playing with cheaters. Hidden away in an unseen blazer pocket was a sharpened knife; ready for use against anyone that tried to cheat. She had turned off her lie detector function just for the night, as she would rather be caught dead than be called a liar and a cheat.

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SardonicEdicator added:

Gambling was not unfamiliar to Rosemary. After all, there had been a chapter of her life where she’d probably set foot in every kind of establishment that served alcohol in the entire northern hemisphere. Casinos weren’t really a preferred haunt of hers, but the idea of a casual game of poker between some acquaintances seemed amenable enough to her enjoyment. It didn’t hurt to establish good relationships with co-workers.

She had not really dressed up much at all: most of the things she normally wore in the evening would have been dreadfully unsuited to polite company, but she managed to find it in herself to wear a neat, crisp lavender shirt with some black slacks. Had she had more notice, she might have set aside something nicer…though when she poked her head into the door and saw her company for the night, she maybe considered that the dress code wasn’t so much about looking tidy as it was about giving an impression of effort.

“I hope I’m not overdressed for the occasion.” As she shed her woolen coat in the doorway she nodded in greetings to her peers. “I shall concede it difficult to find clothes built for eleven-foot juggernauts, but I feel like the market might be kinder to you, Slick.” Her laugh was short and to the point, though not exactly antagonistic. It was no secret that she had a penchant for ribbing her cohorts - best to at least warm them up to it.

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“The only Maria here tonight is the one sitting in my bedroom, though She’s a little stone faced, even for you.” The entries kept coming, ribbing started up. Yeah. Droog would have bet actual money at least one of the cats was packing a knife. Just like the old days.

After coats were hung and money collected, Dan walked over to the bar. “Do any of ya want a drink?” he asked, smiling a little. Despite his past, Dan had always been a shit gambler, but hosting poker night gave him an opportunity to watch the sharks fight each other. You could tell a lot about a person by how they fought, and poker was just as cutthroat and a back-alley scuffle any day.

He poured himself some neat scotch as he gave everyone a moment to ask for other drinks and light their smokes. Besides, he knew Saloz would need a moment to rearrange his furniture and make himself a seat.

“Maybe if everyone has a nice time tonight we can watch a fight one night,” he suggested, “Though gettin’ a screen will be a bugger n’a half.” His movements were more fluid on his home turf, less rigid, and his voice wasn’t quite so gravelly.

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Saloz huffed a chuckle, making a terrible joke about Droog’s Maria lacking some of the attributes he appreciated much more on their assistant headmistress. Having hunched over to the point that he was nearly on all fours, he made himself comfortable by the table on his beanbag after managing to get in without doing any damage to Droog’s roof. He looked comical seated next to the rest of them, limbs folded up to let him lean over the comparatively small table. His bag of goodies was settled into his lap, but he sat leaning back to keep from leaning on the table and breaking it.

“I’m good on the libations, brother. Doubt you’d have a cup big enough for me that wouldn’t look like a fuckin’ sippy cup in my grabbers anyhow, and I don’t wanna use up all your liquor. Damn whole bottle of vodka is like a shot for me, and I burn it off real fast. I figure it’d be best to keep a clear head while I fleece the lot’a you dry, but I wouldn’t say no to a quick pot of coffee.” He eyes his fellow players in amusement, sizing them up. It was, as usual, a little difficult to tell who he was looking at, but if the tilt of his head was any indication he’d a longer look at Rosemary than the others.

“You’re right about the market being hells of unkind to someone of my motherfucking stature, but I say you take it easy on the little stabby brother. Can’t be all that easy to go out shopping amongst the commonality with his sort of compulsion, considering his fucking propensity for accidentally losing a knife more than a few bitch’s unfortunate hides.” He tells a ribald joke about having a similar problem that winds up being both crude and a little horrifying as he waits for the cards to be doled out, trying to see if he can psyche out his competition before they even start.

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As the number of people continued to increase, Slick became more and more uneasy. However, these people seemed alright enough, and he soon loosened up to the amount of company around him. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He hissed slightly at the jab at his attire, however. “I’ll have ya know that this suit cost me an arm and a leg.” He was tempted to add on the word literally, because he might’ve had to stab a few people to get it. But it was probably best not to mention that part. He wanted these people to trust him after all. He also ignored the snarky lawyers comment, although he noted that both ladies were also very classy in both attitude and attire. He could respect that. He liked this crowd, although the tall philosophy teacher put him slightly on edge. All of them seemed respectable enough, and maybe he wouldn’t have to whip out his knife for once. Yeah right. He always stabbed someone at a poker game. It was like…tradition. But he’d try to stab classily. As he entered the place, he glanced around. Nice. Classy. He liked it. He took a seat in one of the chairs at the table, pleasantly surprised at the amount of hospitality Droog showed. “I’ll take a scotch if ya got one, by the way. If not any kind of liquor will do. As long as it ain’t vodka. Can’t stand the stuff.” He made a face at that, leaning back and making himself comfortable enough.

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Natasha entered after the two male teachers, giving Dan a cordial nod of greeting as she passed. She took a seat beside Saloz and crossed her legs; staring straight back at him when he decided it was polite to size her up. “I’m sorry, does my small stature intimidate you, sir? If so, I have to give myself kudos for a man of your height to be worrisome that little old me will beat him at poker.”

The jabs were harmless and without weight; merely a way for the prosecutor to see what range of reactions she would receive from her competitors that night. Ribbing might possibly have become Natasha’s favorite part of the game, more so than the poker itself.

“I’ll take a scotch too, thank you.” Natasha said to their host, looking away from her opponents to smirk slightly at Dan. She would not be shown up by the criminology teacher. “A glass of whiskey will do as well, if there is no more scotch. Sweeter the win will be if I have a few drinks and still beat you all, no?”

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The apartment was ready. It was a two bedroom apartment, since Droog never knew when his family would pop in to visit, with a living room, full kitchen, and full bathroom. It was decorated in old style with heavy wooden furniture he had scrapped...

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“I do apologize that the truth eluded you, but I’m the one who will, in fact, be kicking everyone’s asses.”

The woman with the snarky tone grinned as she approached the apartment, sizing up the two men with her glowing red eyes. So this was the criminology teacher and philosophy teacher, hmm? Intimidating with no doubt, but that was only more amusing to the lawyer. If they had dressed up just to intimidate their competition, then they were going to be very disappointed.

The lawyer was dressed in her best teal suit, with red heels that matched her glasses and her eyes. There was no reason not to look her best, especially in front of these men. As successful as she was in court, her money from poker nights such as these were what paid for her suits. She carried quite a sum in her pocket just for that reason. A loss here and there wouldn’t do much to tarnish her reputation as a poker player, as long as she left with the largest amount of money.

Of course Natasha Pyrope wasn’t a fool, and was used to playing with cheaters. Hidden away in an unseen blazer pocket was a sharpened knife; ready for use against anyone that tried to cheat. She had turned off her lie detector function just for the night, as she would rather be caught dead than be called a liar and a cheat.

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Okay, come on.

Okay he had been running this hyping up program for LONG ENOUGH. Cronus stormed out of his room, expecting for the dragon chick to be standing at the door….and it was empty. …Excuse me. He peered his head out of the dorm, looking on both sides of the hallway. Nope. Not a soul; definitely no choking-tounged girl. He stepped out of his dorm. He was getting this. Even if the chick didn’t show up, he was getting this.

He wandered around, not seeing any particularly reptilian people around. This was starting to piss him off. He  had the chick’s picture and everything; where in the…wait! was that her? …no. that was a little too old for a high school student. Ah, well. Maybe it was her mom? I mean. He didn’t know. Ah, well. He stormed up to her.

“Excuse me. Uh. Miss. Yeah. Just vwondering if you'vwe seen, like. A dragon chick vwandering around. Like, vwell. You knovw. Giant tongue and all that. Sorta had a thing set up vwith her.”

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Natasha had been casually checking up on the state of the campus, as she was oft to do, just to get on the headmistress’ nerves. She had not expected any company, and she definitely had not expected one of the students of the Institute to approach her in a manner such as Cronus was.

“I apologize for not being the “dragon” chick” you’re looking for. I suppose you’re talking about Terezi Pyrope?” She replied with disdain. She wouldn’t blame Terezi for avoiding this fellow. “Though I have her location, I’m afraid I cannot disclose it to you. I can, however, tell you that she is busy at the moment, and will seek you out once she has the time. Is that a satisfactory answer?”

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Natasha was more or less expecting the hug, though she only tensed for a moment when picked up. She knew he would not harm her, after all; at least not on purpose. When her feet were returned to the ground, she straightened her suit and gave her friend a more genuine...

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Natasha laughed at the tale about L’vitsa, nodding her head. “That does sound like Ms. Leijon.” She agreed. As far as the staff of the Institute went, Redglare got along with most everyone, save the headmistress herself. She briefly checked her database for information on Revvka and Saloz; a frown briefly crossing her face before it was replaced once again with a grin. She knew of Revvka, but Saloz must have been new enough that her database didn’t have any known info on him.

“I’m afraid I haven’t met this Saloz that you speak of.” Natasha replied, taking a sip from her cup of tea. “My database is void of any information on him. Perhaps you could introduce me in the future?” She requested casually. When he asked his second question, she waved it off dismissively. “This is not a business meeting, Demetrios. I’m here to simply catch up with you.”

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N. Pyrope: Visit Demetrios

Ah, the robotics teacher. It had been a month since the woman dubbed Redglare had last seen him, and now that he was back from his trip, she decided it was appropriate to welcome him home. Her strides were confident as she walked to the robotics workshop, pushing her glasses up her nose as she went. She grinned at each student she passed; though whether she was being friendly or intimidating them was unclear. Natasha preferred to keep people on their toes while she was around.

Soon enough, she had reached her destination. She straightened her tie and knocked once before entering the workshop. “Mr. Archippos!” She called, glancing around for her old friend. “My enhancements alerted me that you had returned from your trip. I do hope you were planning on alerting me yourself! It’s been too long since we last had a chance to chat.”

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Demetrios perked up immediately at the sound of her voice. Out of the people he was close to, Natasha was second only to L’vista.

“Natasha! Just a month, yet its been too long!” he made the short gallop over and picked her up in a hug, careful not to harm her in the process. Centaurs were well known for their open and extravagant displays of affection as well as their incredible strength.

“Would you like some tea? I’ve brought back an oolong blend that reminds me of you. Its got this robust flavor, sharp as a whip.” he was rambling, as always, but he knew she didn’t mind it when it was coming from him. He busied himself with the tea as he went on.

“I’m sorry for not contacting you sooner! I admit I’ve been rather busy since my return! Crunching three days worth of lessons into one and there are several students in need of some serious upgrades. You’d think they’d come from a junkyard, the poor children!” he set up two cups as the tea brewed. Once it was ready, he poured some out for them, her cup first, and then his own. Manners, manners.

“Oh, I’ve been going on and on. How are you, Natasha? I pray there’s no trouble with your cybernetics? Do tell me what’s on your mind!” he earnestly gestured for her to speak. When she did, he listened intently.

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Natasha was more or less expecting the hug, though she only tensed for a moment when picked up. She knew he would not harm her, after all; at least not on purpose. When her feet were returned to the ground, she straightened her suit and gave her friend a more genuine smile. Though her personality would never cease, she /was/ capable of showing some form of affection for those she called friend.

"Hah! That does sound like me. I would be more than willing to try a cup or two." She replied, taking a seat on one of the chairs that was not holding a pile of equipment. She listened to his rambling intently; mentally storing every word he said. When the tea was done, she thanked him and took a sip with a content hum.

"I kid, Demetrios! I know the last few days must have been quite hectic. I suppose I will have to have a word with Fortuna about the state of her robotic students." Simply speaking the name of the headmistress caused her voice to betray a hint of bitterness; one that she couldn't hide from anyone, and least of all from Demetrios. He was one of the select few she had entrusted with the part of her past she drank to forget, and so far he had not betrayed that trust.

"My cybernetics are running smoothly, as anything you create does. I have also been doing particularly well myself. How is L'vitsa? Has she seen you since you returned?"

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N. Pyrope: Visit Demetrios

Ah, the robotics teacher. It had been a month since the woman dubbed Redglare had last seen him, and now that he was back from his trip, she decided it was appropriate to welcome him home. Her strides were confident as she walked to the robotics workshop, pushing her glasses up her nose as she went. She grinned at each student she passed; though whether she was being friendly or intimidating them was unclear. Natasha preferred to keep people on their toes while she was around.

Soon enough, she had reached her destination. She straightened her tie and knocked once before entering the workshop. “Mr. Archippos!” She called, glancing around for her old friend. “My enhancements alerted me that you had returned from your trip. I do hope you were planning on alerting me yourself! It’s been too long since we last had a chance to chat.”