06-08-2017, 01:57 PM
Alex's voice was a knife that cut through his had, making it pound all the more. More than that, though, he felt shock. He'd never seen Alex lose it like this. She was pounding on the that wall Nox had made.
And then, before he could stop her, her words actually penetrated and made sense to him. Atharim had killed her family. It all made sense. And suddenly she was thrusting something at him and stalking out. He was looking at the closing door. The storm had left him stunned.
He looked down at his hands and saw a syringe and frowned for a moment before remember what it was for. His stomach was a little queasy and not simply from the hangover he was nursing. No. Drugs to keep someone sedated enough to keep them from channeling (stupid word!). No, he didn't like that....but then again, what could they do? Until they found a way to stop channelers (rolling eyes, now) from doing something dangerous with their power, their hands were tied.
Still, he knew he didn't need it with Nox. He put the syringe down on the table but didn't let it go completely as he sat down. Idly he rolled it back and forth. He'd known Nox was Atharim- knew what that meant. But it was different now. Or at least felt different. The difference between hearing of a crash that killed someone versus actually dealing the with the family who lost a loved one. It hit closer to home.
[color=light blue]"I know you didn't kill Alex's family."[/color] He did, mostly. He was pretty good at reading people and Nox definitely came across as exactly what he seemed- conflicted and impulsive at the moment. Course it could be an act. People did that. Still, on the whole, he was sure. "But your...people did."
Dorian's people too. This working with Atharim was going to change everything.
"Sit sit. I'm not gonna get a crick in my neck staring up at you. No one is gonna stick you with this. So relax."
First calm the situation down before you begin going in the direction you want. Rapport. Trust. Empathy. All standard tools to get the person talking with their defenses down.
Except that from what Vega told him, this was and wasn't a crime. A man was dead, yes. But he was more than a man. Or less. (This was so fubar'ed it was ridiculous. The department really needed to start defining these things. What was a crime and what was self-defense? The law makers were going to be up to their armpits figuring all this out.) And there were two victims, both murdered.
His voice was calm and his smile friendly. "Just relax. Tell me what happened."
And then, before he could stop her, her words actually penetrated and made sense to him. Atharim had killed her family. It all made sense. And suddenly she was thrusting something at him and stalking out. He was looking at the closing door. The storm had left him stunned.
He looked down at his hands and saw a syringe and frowned for a moment before remember what it was for. His stomach was a little queasy and not simply from the hangover he was nursing. No. Drugs to keep someone sedated enough to keep them from channeling (stupid word!). No, he didn't like that....but then again, what could they do? Until they found a way to stop channelers (rolling eyes, now) from doing something dangerous with their power, their hands were tied.
Still, he knew he didn't need it with Nox. He put the syringe down on the table but didn't let it go completely as he sat down. Idly he rolled it back and forth. He'd known Nox was Atharim- knew what that meant. But it was different now. Or at least felt different. The difference between hearing of a crash that killed someone versus actually dealing the with the family who lost a loved one. It hit closer to home.
[color=light blue]"I know you didn't kill Alex's family."[/color] He did, mostly. He was pretty good at reading people and Nox definitely came across as exactly what he seemed- conflicted and impulsive at the moment. Course it could be an act. People did that. Still, on the whole, he was sure. "But your...people did."
Dorian's people too. This working with Atharim was going to change everything.
"Sit sit. I'm not gonna get a crick in my neck staring up at you. No one is gonna stick you with this. So relax."
First calm the situation down before you begin going in the direction you want. Rapport. Trust. Empathy. All standard tools to get the person talking with their defenses down.
Except that from what Vega told him, this was and wasn't a crime. A man was dead, yes. But he was more than a man. Or less. (This was so fubar'ed it was ridiculous. The department really needed to start defining these things. What was a crime and what was self-defense? The law makers were going to be up to their armpits figuring all this out.) And there were two victims, both murdered.
His voice was calm and his smile friendly. "Just relax. Tell me what happened."