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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 4, 2016 5:21:47 GMT
Elsa swept a strand of hair from her face as the warm wind picked up. She was exploring Riverfront to get her bearing. She had only been to Nevermore, but never to any of the sections close to the river where ferries and paddle boats were pushing their way through the Mississippi, pointing out ebbs and bends in the bayou. Some people were even getting into boats to explore cajun country. She, herself, preferred to steer clear of the cajun area, especially with the biases towards Others. The last thing they needed was for the river to freeze over by her anger.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 4, 2016 5:51:56 GMT
Along one section of the busy Riverfront, there seemed to be a section of the walkway where no one would venture. The people who strolled along the area enjoying the good weather avoided it as if some danger were enclosed within that single space, some dark shadow that threatened feelings of uneasiness.
This was where Pitch stood, looking out across the Antoinette River with a calm expression on his face despite the looks he received from those who passed by. He didn't enjoy going out in the daytime much and even less being in crowded areas of the city, but regardless he stood out in the open for all to see.
He knew what the people passing by were thinking, could hear on the edge of hearing the whispers. Above all, he could taste their fear.
Demon.
He was a demon, a demon who stood in the sun and in a place for everyone to see. And it made them afraid. It didn't matter that he stood calmly and did nothing more then look across the river, it didn't matter that the BPD badge was clear on his chest. He was a demon and demons were bringers of evil. They were to be feared. End of story.
To anyone else such treatment would have been difficult to endure but Pitch couldn't have cared less what the masses thought. Part of it was because he knew the opinions of others only held as much power as you gave them, but the bigger part of him knew that, on some level, they were right.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before opening the yellow orbs once more.
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 4, 2016 6:01:27 GMT
Elsa wove through more sections of the crowd. As she passed through, the more she noticed a strange sense of anxiety passing through some of the passerby. She shifted her silver purse to avoid an incoming slew of people. As she scooted aside, her hand brushed against a body standing close to the river. Thank goodness her pwoers were calm, otherwise she would have given him a chill.
"Oh, excuse me,"
It was an average response. That and with being in a hurry almost always, saying excuse me was something that always came naturally, even when she didn't do anything. The only thing she saw was the demon head over a star imposed in brass; the badge of the Others Unit.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 4, 2016 6:15:17 GMT
Pitch had still been looking out across the glistening water when he felt something brush lightly against his arm. That wouldn't have been unusual in normal circumstances, but first of all the crowd swarming the Riverfront had been giving him a wide berth since he had first arrived on the walkway. Who would have gotten close enough to actually touch him?
The second thing was the scent coming off of this person. He had taken in the odor of the people that walked by and their scents had been those of typical humans with the occasional Other mixed in. However, this scent was unique and spoke of power. To the demon, it was almost like a pine-covered mountaintop where snow had just started to fall.
Thirdly, the person who had bumped into him had stopped, had actually come to a stop and apologized to him. Almost anyone else would have offered a hasty and insincere apology before moving on, too busy with their own lives and desperate to put as much space as possible between themselves the demon.
Pitch turned slowly and looked to the figure standing in front of him and staring at the badge on his chest. It was a woman, quite beautiful and yet somewhat jarring in the almost white color of her blonde hair, the snow-like paleness of her skin and the intensity of her blue eyes. He didn't say anything as she looked at him, a small spark of curiousity causing him to wonder about this woman and her unusual presence.
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 4, 2016 7:07:41 GMT
The person Elsa bumped by accident responded with a slow motions. A story her family often told her to frighten her was the Yiddish folktake of the Slender Man - a demon so tall he blended into the trees. With his ashen skin in the dark clothes, this tall demon could have easily been confused for him.
"Sorry, I was just...going down memory lane," she murmured. "Did you attend any BPD court hearings, by chance?" That was the only place she recalled a tall demon detective in the room
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 5, 2016 2:26:54 GMT
Pitch's face remained blank as the woman looked up at him and spoke but at her question he couldn't keep the look of concentration that flashed across his face. It was there for only a moment before he nodded and spoke, ignoring still the looks that had come when the woman had started to speak to him.
"Yes. Several months ago."
His yellow eyes were looking directly into her blue ones and he realized that, although it had only been at a distance and briefly, he had seen her before. She had been the prosecutor at the trial of a criminal the BPD had apprehended on assault and battery charges.
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 5, 2016 2:42:28 GMT
Elsa snapped her fingers. That was why he was familiar looking. He was a member of the force. She couldn't ask specifics due to confidence, but at least there was a common thread of thought.
"Aha! I remember now. You presented evidence that threw the judge for a loop."
Now that was quite the trial. She had gone in with enough evidence to solidify the actions didn't apply to a crime. But there was a surprise twist with new evidence, leaving the judge to reconsider the original verdict
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 5, 2016 2:48:12 GMT
Pitch nodded once more but didn't elaborate on her comment. He had merely presented his eye witness account and nothing more, even if his evidence had turned the trial on its head. He had only been interested in seeing justice done. In the end, that was really all he could care about.....because of the promise.
"If I recall correctly, you handled the case quite well despite its difficulty."
This wasn't a compliment, merely a statement of facts the demon had observed. The woman was quite young to be a lawyer and didn't seem the type to belong to that occupation, yet she had managed to maneuver through the trial with a skill that was impressive for one so young.
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 5, 2016 3:02:45 GMT
Elsa swung her platinum blonde braid off her shoulder. "Like I've never heard that one before," she answered nonchalantly. At least this cop was honest. "So...what brings a cop to the edge of Riverfront?"
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 5, 2016 3:18:03 GMT
"Nothing. I merely come here to think, usually at night when it is less.... crowded."
Pitch only paused for an instant at the word 'crowded' but it was enough. The reason he avoided the Riverwalk during the day was because he had to deal with the stares, comments and general distrust that came from him being a demon. At night he was literally in his element and could remain unseen if he wanted it, but during the day his powers were weaker and there were always more people out.
However, he wasn't the type to hide away or let the judgment of others effect him. Rather, it was an annoyance more than anything else.
"However, I will be needed at a meeting being held by the Others Unit this evening."
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 5, 2016 4:05:35 GMT
"I see," Elsa answered. She glanced out at the ripples of the river left behind by a riverboat paddling through. "I came down here for faster foot traffic. You said yourself, less people.." An itching sensation on her neck halted her train of thought. Maybe there was another reason this red skied city - the sky had been red since the Black War, and hadn't cleared at all - had no people walking near the water. Mosquitoes, also dubbed microscopic vampires. Her hand came to the back of her neck, encasing the tiny pest in ice which floated down onto the ground
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 5, 2016 4:36:59 GMT
Pitch nodded his head slowly in agreement with Elsa's words but noticed the way she suddenly put a hand to the back of her neck suddenly. He quickly saw the small insect that had landed there and was trying to take a drink. Mosquitos, those annoying flying pests that plagued the city. They were always worse the closer you got to the waterways of the city, but they never bothered him.
Apparently demon blood didn't appeal to the taste of mosquitos.
However, rather then smacking the little creature with her hand, the lawyer's hand sent out a burst of freezing energy that encased the mosquito in ice. Pitch raised a single eyebrow at this display as she pushed the bug away and it floated to the ground in a snowflake.
"It appears that your talents are quite diverse and not limited to the courtrooms."
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 12, 2016 2:29:08 GMT
"It's commonplace to meet a gifted human on the street." Elsa stiffened. It was true. A few years ago, Others had been afraid to reveal their abilities. The Crispins were a family that were blessed with a hereditary power due to their kindness to a Seelie in the nineteenth century. Her hand swirled elegantly, catching ice frames and sending it out onto the river bank, where it melted upon the impact of the humidity. "The tricky part is regulating ice in such a hot, humid environment."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Aug 12, 2016 4:41:43 GMT
"And yet society does not look at you with the unkind eye it turns towards many Others."
His tone was neither condemning nor harsh but rather matter of fact. Gifted humans were yet another interesting set of people that inhabited the city of Bellerouge and added to the uniqueness of the place. They were neither Demon or Other and yet they were more than human, each possessed with a unique ability that had somehow passed into their family. Many gifted humans didn't even know where their abilities had even come from and probably never would.
"Tell me, is your gift only limited to ice or does it extend into water manipulation?"
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Post by Zuyuri on Aug 12, 2016 5:19:28 GMT
Elsa said nothing. Normally, she liked talking about her powers, but it was only with people who didn't act so...condescending. Not that the demon meant any ill will, but a bit of the jadedness was rubbing off on her. Plus, if she was going to get involved into yet another discussion about the gray area gifted humans fell in, especially given the Other protests that were seemingly growing larger each day - so far there was been no violence, and with Louisiana's new law of keeping hate crimes off of officers, there was safety - she had enough talking about ethics.
"Limited," she answered simply. "Hereditary Anything ELSE you would like to know?"
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