fractales: (Lab coat thrown down)
Professor Turo ([personal profile] fractales) wrote in [community profile] shellphones2025-03-12 06:23 pm

V i d e o . . . . ?

Type: Video
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: vnkfnskjgb;;;;'
Warnings: False Arrest, sounds like brutality and all that comes with

[There was the blurred streaks of color as the shellphone feel, hitting the ground and only showing the floor and several different pairs of boots- well, a few pair looked uniform while another stood out with how well worn they were.

Abruptly cut on.]


—I'm afraid you are mistaken. I don't know any of those names--

[Turo's voice, a slight edge to it as he was backed into what had to have been his desk by one of those pairs of uniform boots.

Another voice, one that sounded as if they had it all figured out. Or perhaps itching to see what would be the reward for a job 'well done' with this.


"Think you could keep going without anyone catching on? All of those secret and private meeting with Corsair? Your crystal and gem studies? Too much information for them to get on their own, unless they had a Paladin insider with as much access as you've got. How much you look into. How convenient it is you own a place where you could store away rare animals and then pluck them up to sell at high demand? Crystalized, or for parts." So, so smug.

Oh, that worn pair of boots took a single step forward at that flow of accusations.]


I beg your fucking pardon—

[The sound of that desk forcefully pushed back and something rather heavy forced against it, shellphone skittering across the floor and knocked onto a lower shelf, only viewing a glowing pink bottle of healing spray. Only the sounds of what was going on with that view, the liquid sparkling and at least some sort of light as it shifted in the bottle.

There was the sound of metal snapping and rushed steps as there was a call to grab the man, get him restrained before he could pull 'anything else' funny. Get him out of here before any of those 'weird animals' he sent off came back. Could come back for anyone else working with him after all, couldn't get far from their reach.

Struggle, and the sound of Turo being muffled as he was possibly being dragged and then carried away with those sounds of metal.


The silence that came after was eerie, heavy-- but there was a paw that soon enough fished out and flipped the shellphone, showing a cat that looked concerned and a 'dog' that shared that expression leaning over to sniff at the shellphone-

Black went the feed. Cut off.]

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