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Under Arrest
After Celebrity
Leo didn't trust that asshole vampire at all. He didn't know if Cya did – why she'd allowed him to wander freely around the city – but he didn't. Thus, as soon as he'd met the asshole in the street (being friendly, because it never hurts to have your enemies underestimate you) he'd taken what he considered to be appropriate measures.
So when a young woman visited one of the city doctors, complaining of tiredness and I must have blacked out, I don't remember, the doctor immediately sent for the guards. And the guards immediately sent for Leo. And once the young woman confirmed in some confusion that yes, she had met a man meeting that description, he'd seemed charming, Leo went to find Dysmas.
He wasn't hard to find; hanging around the markets again. Probably looking for more prey, Leo thought grimly – though he kept the feeling to himself, for the moment. Outwardly, he walked up with all apparent friendliness. “Hey Dysmas, still enjoying yourself?”
“It's not bad.” Dysmas nodded back with a smirk. “People have some interesting ideas about your crew, here.”
“Well, you know. You build a city, people talk. By the way.” Leo kept his voice deliberately casual as he looked out over the other shoppers at the market. “The guards at the gate, they told you mind control's illegal, right?” (He already knew the answer, of course.)
Dysmas shrugged. “Yeah?”
“Oh good.” Leo smiled, not at all friendly. “You're under arrest, asshole.”
He didn't even wait to see whether Dysmas was opening his mouth to retort or do a Working before he punched him, his fist hitting the vampire's jaw with a satisfying crack. Taking advantage of the rotational inertia, Leo grabbed the hair on the back of Dysmas' head and twisted him around before shoving him face down into the road. It only took moments to grab his flailing arms and pin them to the small of his back with a knee, freeing up Leo's hands to tie on the blindfold.
“I'd read you your rights, but you don't have any,” Leo said cheerfully as he bound Dysmas' hands together, pretending to ignore the rapidly growing crowd of spectators while pitching his voice loud enough that the nearest could hear. “Mind control is a serious crime in Cloverleaf. Besides.” He finally got up, hauling the blindfolded Dysmas to his feet and noting in satisfaction that his jaw was definitely broken. “You pissed me off. I'd deal with you myself, but Cya might be annoyed at me if I killed you.”
As they started walking, he noted in amusement, Dysmas tried to run away. The skinny vampire was physically no match for Leo, so the most he was managing to do was slow down their inexorable progress towards the jail. A little. Leo cheerfully greeted a few people he knew in town as he passed, reassuring them that he had things under control, and despite Dysmas' ineffectual struggles they made good time and a decent show. He hoped, if Cya decided to be lenient to the bastard again, that he was embarrassing Dysmas enough that he'd leave on his own.
“And here we are.” Leo cheerfully shoved his captive through the door of the jail. The guards looked up as he came in, but nobody made any move to stop him. Or asked any questions. (Everyone pretended the laws applied to Leo and Cya as well, but everyone also knew they only followed them because they wanted to.)
And their goal – Leo's goal – was just downstairs: what Leo called the high-security cell. It was built to hold Ellehemaei, with steel-reinforced hawthorn shackles securely bolted into the floor. He'd tested its effectiveness himself.
“And here's your new home,” Leo said, dragging Dysmas into the cell and clamping the shackles around his ankles. “Well, for the moment. You're lucky, you know,” he said matter-of-factly, “that I'm going to let Cya deal with you. No one's allowed in here,” he added to the guard by the cell door. Paul; he was a good guy, fae like them with long ears and sharp nails. “Except for me and sa'Doomsday.”
Paul nodded as Leo stepped back out of the cell and locked it. “No problem, sir. Is he going to be in there long?”
Leo shrugged. “Depends on what Cya wants to do.”
Speaking of Cya... As tempting as it was to just let Dysmas rot in a jail cell for a week, it really was Cya's call. He headed back to the school; she would still be there, this time of day on a weekday. Time to go tell her he'd arrested Dysmas. For mind control.
Leo didn't trust that asshole vampire at all. He didn't know if Cya did – why she'd allowed him to wander freely around the city – but he didn't. Thus, as soon as he'd met the asshole in the street (being friendly, because it never hurts to have your enemies underestimate you) he'd taken what he considered to be appropriate measures.
So when a young woman visited one of the city doctors, complaining of tiredness and I must have blacked out, I don't remember, the doctor immediately sent for the guards. And the guards immediately sent for Leo. And once the young woman confirmed in some confusion that yes, she had met a man meeting that description, he'd seemed charming, Leo went to find Dysmas.
He wasn't hard to find; hanging around the markets again. Probably looking for more prey, Leo thought grimly – though he kept the feeling to himself, for the moment. Outwardly, he walked up with all apparent friendliness. “Hey Dysmas, still enjoying yourself?”
“It's not bad.” Dysmas nodded back with a smirk. “People have some interesting ideas about your crew, here.”
“Well, you know. You build a city, people talk. By the way.” Leo kept his voice deliberately casual as he looked out over the other shoppers at the market. “The guards at the gate, they told you mind control's illegal, right?” (He already knew the answer, of course.)
Dysmas shrugged. “Yeah?”
“Oh good.” Leo smiled, not at all friendly. “You're under arrest, asshole.”
He didn't even wait to see whether Dysmas was opening his mouth to retort or do a Working before he punched him, his fist hitting the vampire's jaw with a satisfying crack. Taking advantage of the rotational inertia, Leo grabbed the hair on the back of Dysmas' head and twisted him around before shoving him face down into the road. It only took moments to grab his flailing arms and pin them to the small of his back with a knee, freeing up Leo's hands to tie on the blindfold.
“I'd read you your rights, but you don't have any,” Leo said cheerfully as he bound Dysmas' hands together, pretending to ignore the rapidly growing crowd of spectators while pitching his voice loud enough that the nearest could hear. “Mind control is a serious crime in Cloverleaf. Besides.” He finally got up, hauling the blindfolded Dysmas to his feet and noting in satisfaction that his jaw was definitely broken. “You pissed me off. I'd deal with you myself, but Cya might be annoyed at me if I killed you.”
As they started walking, he noted in amusement, Dysmas tried to run away. The skinny vampire was physically no match for Leo, so the most he was managing to do was slow down their inexorable progress towards the jail. A little. Leo cheerfully greeted a few people he knew in town as he passed, reassuring them that he had things under control, and despite Dysmas' ineffectual struggles they made good time and a decent show. He hoped, if Cya decided to be lenient to the bastard again, that he was embarrassing Dysmas enough that he'd leave on his own.
“And here we are.” Leo cheerfully shoved his captive through the door of the jail. The guards looked up as he came in, but nobody made any move to stop him. Or asked any questions. (Everyone pretended the laws applied to Leo and Cya as well, but everyone also knew they only followed them because they wanted to.)
And their goal – Leo's goal – was just downstairs: what Leo called the high-security cell. It was built to hold Ellehemaei, with steel-reinforced hawthorn shackles securely bolted into the floor. He'd tested its effectiveness himself.
“And here's your new home,” Leo said, dragging Dysmas into the cell and clamping the shackles around his ankles. “Well, for the moment. You're lucky, you know,” he said matter-of-factly, “that I'm going to let Cya deal with you. No one's allowed in here,” he added to the guard by the cell door. Paul; he was a good guy, fae like them with long ears and sharp nails. “Except for me and sa'Doomsday.”
Paul nodded as Leo stepped back out of the cell and locked it. “No problem, sir. Is he going to be in there long?”
Leo shrugged. “Depends on what Cya wants to do.”
Speaking of Cya... As tempting as it was to just let Dysmas rot in a jail cell for a week, it really was Cya's call. He headed back to the school; she would still be there, this time of day on a weekday. Time to go tell her he'd arrested Dysmas. For mind control.
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This'll be intersting.
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Also I LOVE that mind control is illegal in Cloverleaf. I mean, it would be, of course. And that is one of the many things that makes their city awesome.
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That's the danger of living as if you're beyond the law, even post-apoc.
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