09-05-2018, 08:10 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]For all of her chastisements to Roy for letting revenge get in the way of his beliefs, in the end, they were more similar in that regard than she liked to admit.
The situation was different, but their responses were the same. Actually, perhaps what she intended for Roy's murderer was worse than what Roy had intended for Jacob. At least, had Jacob been able to offer the information that Roy wanted, he might have left unscathed- and she had been able to talk Roy down, after picking him up and carrying him away.
The culprit, in this case, had no hope of escaping alive. She knew exactly what she would do to them once she caught them; it would not be quick, and it would not be pleasant. Their home clan, whichever clan it may have been, would not risk war by refusing to extradite them, and even if they did, the war would be one-sided. She had no intention of starting a genocide, and she suspected the rest of the Ascendants didn't either, but it did not take that much to force an enemy to submit.
With that said, Sunhaven was an ally. If they housed the culprit, she doubted they would give the Ascendants any trouble. Part of her almost hoped they did- that way she would have to waste no time.
In spite of the murderous intent raging through her veins, Riza had maintained enough presence of mind to adopt a calm expression as the three of them approached Sunhaven's borders, though her eyes remained frigid. As Bastille and Thea began negotiating with the other members, she dipped her head, shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, preparing to put on the stoic mask that had served her so well for the years following the Ishvalan war. They would likely ask her to explain. To enumerate just how Roy had been slaughtered.
"Him. That's who I saw."
Her eyes snapped open, claws instinctively unsheathing, head lifting to face the subject of the accusation. Before her stood a feline who matched Thea's description perfectly. A steel limb gleaming in the light, dark brown fur with lighter highlights, and a growing sense of confusion- or was it terror?- making itself clear on his face... this was him.
She was a trained killer. This would be easy.
Without hesitation, Riza lunged for the smaller feline, aiming to hook her claws into his neck, tackle him to the ground, and pin him there. He was acting the fool, pretending he didn't know what they were talking about. He was not going to explain himself; she did not need to give him the chance. "She saw him murder one of our members," she snarled, more out of a need to keep the execution from turning into a dogpile than out of anger. Now that she had told them why, they would understand, and the culprit was going to die- there was nothing to be angry about. She could let herself break down later, but not now.
Justice left no room for emotions.
The situation was different, but their responses were the same. Actually, perhaps what she intended for Roy's murderer was worse than what Roy had intended for Jacob. At least, had Jacob been able to offer the information that Roy wanted, he might have left unscathed- and she had been able to talk Roy down, after picking him up and carrying him away.
The culprit, in this case, had no hope of escaping alive. She knew exactly what she would do to them once she caught them; it would not be quick, and it would not be pleasant. Their home clan, whichever clan it may have been, would not risk war by refusing to extradite them, and even if they did, the war would be one-sided. She had no intention of starting a genocide, and she suspected the rest of the Ascendants didn't either, but it did not take that much to force an enemy to submit.
With that said, Sunhaven was an ally. If they housed the culprit, she doubted they would give the Ascendants any trouble. Part of her almost hoped they did- that way she would have to waste no time.
In spite of the murderous intent raging through her veins, Riza had maintained enough presence of mind to adopt a calm expression as the three of them approached Sunhaven's borders, though her eyes remained frigid. As Bastille and Thea began negotiating with the other members, she dipped her head, shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, preparing to put on the stoic mask that had served her so well for the years following the Ishvalan war. They would likely ask her to explain. To enumerate just how Roy had been slaughtered.
"Him. That's who I saw."
Her eyes snapped open, claws instinctively unsheathing, head lifting to face the subject of the accusation. Before her stood a feline who matched Thea's description perfectly. A steel limb gleaming in the light, dark brown fur with lighter highlights, and a growing sense of confusion- or was it terror?- making itself clear on his face... this was him.
She was a trained killer. This would be easy.
Without hesitation, Riza lunged for the smaller feline, aiming to hook her claws into his neck, tackle him to the ground, and pin him there. He was acting the fool, pretending he didn't know what they were talking about. He was not going to explain himself; she did not need to give him the chance. "She saw him murder one of our members," she snarled, more out of a need to keep the execution from turning into a dogpile than out of anger. Now that she had told them why, they would understand, and the culprit was going to die- there was nothing to be angry about. She could let herself break down later, but not now.
Justice left no room for emotions.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo