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Just fast enough, as the top of ladders was clanging against the handrails, and soon lanterns and reed helmets were peeking from below. But there was no need to cut off paths of escape; Kukri and Giya, the latter looking powerfully sick, were down on the frosty ground. A dozen people stood around them, with the padded jackets and green banners of Chaatai police, most of them carrying air rifles and ice hammers. One, who had a teratorn sigil on her jacket, stated with a voice as level the sea pack: " | Just fast enough, as the top of ladders was clanging against the handrails, and soon lanterns and reed helmets were peeking from below. But there was no need to cut off paths of escape; Kukri and Giya, the latter looking powerfully sick, were down on the frosty ground. A dozen people stood around them, with the padded jackets and green banners of Chaatai police, most of them carrying air rifles and ice hammers. One, who had a teratorn sigil on her jacket, stated with a voice as level the sea pack: " | ||
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+ | "I am Kukri Taika-Daagru, | ||
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+ | **Concavenator**: | ||
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+ | The officer tilted her head and looked at them sternly, up and down. " | ||
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+ | The emotion Kukri felt was a mixture of annoyance and relief. They had no contraband and she had done nothing that would be considered a crime against order, so this was a matter that, while it set her back in schedule, should be able to clear up just fine, as soon as her heart stopped beating quite so frantically. | ||
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+ | "I presume we were traveling with criminals, then," Kukri mused, slipping her bag down to - with cautious motions, as not to startle anyone who was armed - look for the identification papers that gave her marginal authority to speak for the Guild so far out as Yakak' | ||
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+ | The teratorn-marked officer -- a sergeant, probably -- nodded with strange nonchalance. " | ||
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+ | "There were two," Kukri answered the questions in order. "We met them in Yakak' | ||
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+ | "I do not know what is in the crates, but by your involvement I assume I erred when I assumed legitimate trading goods. And Giya..." | ||
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+ | The sergeant grabbed the documents and scanned them quickly. At least, she found no reason for immediate complaint; whether she believed Kukri' | ||
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+ | The sergeant turned somewhat more cooperative. "Very well. We will confirm with the guild in Grikaa. You will be both in custody until we receive a response" | ||
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+ | " | ||
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+ | "I grant it's unusual, but she really is my protégé. As you can see, she has much to learn," | ||
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+ | With a non-committal grunt, the sergeant let Kukri walk toward Giya, following her closely as if she feared escape. | ||
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+ | "... really sick of having to freeze my tail off 'cause you lot can't be bothered to-- ma' | ||
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+ | "My apologies, I've been engaged in conversation of my own," Kukri remarked. "So I don't know what's the matter here. Is there something I can help clarify about my protégé?" | ||
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+ | "This lady claims to be a philosopher", | ||
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+ | **pinkgothic**: | ||
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+ | "Giya is my protégé," | ||
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+ | **Concavenator**: | ||
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+ | "Hm. What business she had with the vessel, what was she carrying, what was she planning to do with the contraband, who was she travelling with, and where her paperwork was. She refuses to speak clearly. We can get a statement from you instead, if you accept to be accountable for her conduct" | ||
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+ | Kukri nodded amicably. As much as it was wearing her down, she would never hold ill will to people who were trying to solve a crime, regardless how embarrassing it was that she had landed in its periphery, and so she volunteered the answers she could: "The business with the vessel was the same as mine - we needed transportation to Grikaa, as we cannot very well walk there on foot, especially since I've hurt one of mine." It was said in a good-natured tone, not in one of complaint. "She was carrying very little, on account of previously possessing almost nothing of note. You see her now as she is and what she has. I initially gave her some payment to assist me with research back in Yakak' |
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