CSI: Furdom

[Dr. Strange]

She nodds, looking at vsur expectantly. So again with the distance..I'm backing down this time and kepping my gatermouth shut...

[Avuneon]

**Back at the Station!**  ((since we seem to be stuck trying to get back there))

Collin decided to get some practice with his new guns, never having been much of a person for interrogation.  He had rigged a speed loader to fit the shells, as they were larger than the ones the loader was built for.  After pulling off six shots from each gun rapidly, and with surprising accuracy, after only practicing for a few hours, he opened the chambers, barrel upwards, and let the shells succumb to gravity as he fiddled with the loader.  "CAC!"  He swore in Gaelic, "I'll get the hang of this eventually..."

[Dr. Strange]

Saphir slipped into the gunroom and watched Collin practice. "You know..." She started before she realized it had slid out.

[Avuneon]

Collin jumped a little.  "Oh, hey.  Y' gave me a start there.  How are you?"

[Dr. Strange]

"Good, you?" She asked, muttering an apology.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude filled out yet more paperwork. waiting for Vos to fill her in.

[Avuneon]

"I am quite well, thank you."  Collin emptied his guns down the range quickly, shaking loose the spent shells and then reloads using the speed-loader.  Immediately he fires one shot from each gun. "YES!  Finally!  I think I got the hang of it now!"  

He jumped up and gave Saphir a victorious hug.  "So!  Come to squeeze off a few?"

[Vosur Aekira]

((Sorry, I had typed up a monologue between Vosur and 'Psychic', but ended up that my connection died at that moment.))

"Vosur, you might want to go talk with 'Psychic' before we start the interrogation. And you might want to stay out of the interrogation also..." Marie sits down in the waiting area right outside of the interrogation room.

He slowly opens the door and wanders in, sitting down right in front of 'Psychic'. "Why did you become this? What happened to the group when we left?"

"After you and 'Links' left, it all started going downhill for us, and we started to quit one by one when we got the chance. After the whole group was disbanded, I saw what treatment we got elsewhere, and also what the same treatment from younger fur 'recruits' the military was getting... which the humans did think us as animals and treated us as such. I got sick and tired of it, then looked for some way for us to get the treatment we desired and were entitled to."

"But that doesn't explain the anti-human attacks.... there are more 'civil' ways of going about this."

"So they've gotten to you too... pft. Figures since you were the best, and yet the most timid among us. Well, this old fox has nothing more to say... so 'begone with ye'...." He raises a hand as if 'shooing' Vosur away.

[Dr. Strange]

She struggled against him, taken by surprise. "Umm...Sure..." She blushed, her fur turning white then red.

[Avuneon]

He had been so excited about being able to finally reload to his expectations he had forgotten that they didn't share the closeness he had had with all of his comrades back in Ireland.  He coughed and let her go, "Oh.. er.. sorry about that.  So, what are you shooting?"  Collin flipped his guns and slid them into the holsters with a satisfying creak of leather.  "I've just been familiarizing myself with my new revolvers.  'Cattie' is my main gun, but you can't use a rifle in certain situations."  He walked over to where he had been and began to clean up the spent casings, facing partially away from her.  Well... Way to make people feel awkward, Collin!  You still don't know many people here and need friends, remember?  Don't chase people away by making them uncomfortable!


((Whee!  I was just wondering when I would no longer be rank two and I went up to rank three!  yay!))

[Dr. Strange]

She wallked over to the guns and slid her hand along the barrel of a pistol. "Good work, fine engraving. More or less 9 milimeters I'd venture." She mumbled with her eyes closed, feeling the energy runnnig along the gun's parts.

[Avuneon]

((Actually the revolvers are .45s with a 7.5" long barrel.))

He raised his eyebrows.  "Now either you are obsessed with this weapon as I am, or you have an interesting gift..."

[Vosur Aekira]

Vosur gets up and gets out of the interrogation room. "He's all yours ladies... I'm going to go bone-up on my accuracy." he notes to both Marie and Jude before wandering to the firing range's store.

"Alright... When Jude's ready, we'll start."

Stopping for ammunition, cleaning supplies, hearing/sight protection, and boresight equipment for both of the pistols he had... still wearing the twin katana set he normally prefer over firearms. He bought the necessary items and filled out the proper paperwork before stepping up to the line in an empty slot, setting up a target and sending it out. "Never my favorite thing... I probably should've chosen a more peaceful occupation..." He mutters somewhat out-loud as he looks out on the target.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude slid out from her desk, this time using the cane she normally kept hidden. Hip dysplasia was common in Furs as it was in canids, and after her chase, she was hurting. She entered Psychic's cell, leaning on the carved oak staff. "Why, Psychic? Haven't you seen that we have laws now? Laws that protect us? I myself uphold those laws. Vosur upholds those laws. Life has gotten better. Yes, some humans still hate us, but we're protected now. Your actions in the long run only serve to further the hatred! You tell people we arent vicious animals, then act vicious to prove your point! It's nonsensical!"

[Vosur Aekira]

"My dear lady... if you've seen the things that, who you now call, Vosur and myself have seen and have done for 'humanity'... then you'd probably see why I do this... and to be honest, we have yet to kill anyone just because we don't need to do so... not only that, but 'Tails'... I mean Vosur, and 'Links' were the consciences of our little group. If we didn't need to kill, they would let us know. We came to like them for that, and so we try not to if it wasn't necessary... as for violence though, we did have to knock out a few individuals and interrogate them personally, but they never knew who we were because we have no matching 'government' files after the group fell apart."

"And so you resort to kidnapping and extortion... Still doesn't suit your case." Marie steps toward the cell and looks at 'Psychic' with her feline-like eyes.

Now silent, and slightly shivering because he had been called-out, he looks off to the side.

Vosur was still in the firing range line, setting up for a 'practice run' as he put on the necessary protection for himself.