08-12-2016, 07:10 PM
The captain's arrival made Dorian look up. He was certain shit would hit the fan, but the most that happened was a stern look and a case file handed to him.
Dorian glanced at the case file he was handed. It wasn't until the end of the report and the mention of the oroborous tattoo that Dorian understood what the file was about. He read it closer. Paying attention to what was being said more than actually reading the words on the paper. He was looking for what it was. There were many killers, copy cats they claimed. It was like reading a horror story really. Attributed to drugs in the end. But it was the attack of the man with the tattoo that made Dorian wince.
The Chief Inspector had been the victim of an Atharim attack - one that believed all witness' should be dissolved. Dorian was thankful most in Madrid gave some leniency. Killing civilians was a difficult thing to cover up. Some Atharim just lived for the kill. Dorian hated those hunters. They made his job so much harder, but he'd covered for them. Done is job. He was as guilty as they were.
Dorian didn't have any questions. Any complaints. All he wanted to know was where to start.
But it was Alex who spoke first. "We can't do anything but sedate the magic users. Dane Gregory a minor infraction for his holding used his power to push around the officers holding him. Sedating him was the only means of keeping his power in check. They should be treated, and I can't believe I'm the one saying this, like the mentally ill."
Dorian sighed and he echo'd the good doctor's words, I can't believe I'm doing this... He rolled up both of his sleeve, the left revealing arm covered in dark black tattoo, in the center of his forearm was the simple oroborous surrounding the Chinese symbol for son, the Atharim tattoo was neatly nestled between the flames that covered the rest of the left side of his upper body. He was confirming to his captain what he said next was the absolutely truth in the matter. "The Atharim know of no means to contain the power."
There were legends of course - of controlling a god - them working on the Atharim's side whether it was willfully or coerced or even controlled, but those were just tales in books. There was no real proof and there certainly wasn't any record of how those things may or may not have been accomplished.
"Cap, I only have one question... Where do we start?"
The mess was huge. And he wasn't even talking on a personal level, if Dorian thought about that - about how his son was no in double danger because of him he would run home and hide Cruz in the basement until the world ended. Because that is what mattered to him... it was the only thing that mattered.
Dorian glanced at the case file he was handed. It wasn't until the end of the report and the mention of the oroborous tattoo that Dorian understood what the file was about. He read it closer. Paying attention to what was being said more than actually reading the words on the paper. He was looking for what it was. There were many killers, copy cats they claimed. It was like reading a horror story really. Attributed to drugs in the end. But it was the attack of the man with the tattoo that made Dorian wince.
The Chief Inspector had been the victim of an Atharim attack - one that believed all witness' should be dissolved. Dorian was thankful most in Madrid gave some leniency. Killing civilians was a difficult thing to cover up. Some Atharim just lived for the kill. Dorian hated those hunters. They made his job so much harder, but he'd covered for them. Done is job. He was as guilty as they were.
Dorian didn't have any questions. Any complaints. All he wanted to know was where to start.
But it was Alex who spoke first. "We can't do anything but sedate the magic users. Dane Gregory a minor infraction for his holding used his power to push around the officers holding him. Sedating him was the only means of keeping his power in check. They should be treated, and I can't believe I'm the one saying this, like the mentally ill."
Dorian sighed and he echo'd the good doctor's words, I can't believe I'm doing this... He rolled up both of his sleeve, the left revealing arm covered in dark black tattoo, in the center of his forearm was the simple oroborous surrounding the Chinese symbol for son, the Atharim tattoo was neatly nestled between the flames that covered the rest of the left side of his upper body. He was confirming to his captain what he said next was the absolutely truth in the matter. "The Atharim know of no means to contain the power."
There were legends of course - of controlling a god - them working on the Atharim's side whether it was willfully or coerced or even controlled, but those were just tales in books. There was no real proof and there certainly wasn't any record of how those things may or may not have been accomplished.
"Cap, I only have one question... Where do we start?"
The mess was huge. And he wasn't even talking on a personal level, if Dorian thought about that - about how his son was no in double danger because of him he would run home and hide Cruz in the basement until the world ended. Because that is what mattered to him... it was the only thing that mattered.