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Post by Bridge Carson on May 18, 2011 6:59:35 GMT
"Nail?" Bridge asked "Is that you're ... oh do you use that to transform? Ouch ..."
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 18, 2011 17:39:53 GMT
"Nah, the wound is really more symbolic than anything else." She says showing Bridge her crucifx tattoo on her left arm.
"It doesn't even leave a mark when I power down."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 18, 2011 20:44:51 GMT
Bridge looked at it.
"How did you get the powers?" He asked "Or ... do you not know?"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 18, 2011 21:12:17 GMT
"Azrael gave them to me...I think. I know he put the nail in the prop and the nail is what transforms me." Jennifer says shaking her head.
"I really don't know all that much. It all still seems so far away, like a bad dream."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 18, 2011 21:21:10 GMT
Bridge patted her on the shoulder.
"Okay ... I believe you're free, and that you didn't kill her but ... how can we prove that?" He asked.
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 19, 2011 18:11:06 GMT
"Weren't you listening? There is no proof. I'm here for good." Jennifer sighs.
"Just go, don't even bother telling the Rangers about this. They wouldn't believe you."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 19, 2011 22:01:35 GMT
"I'm a police officer," Bridge told her, smiling warmly "I'm not working 5 till 9 to get a quick buck, I do it because I want to help people, and in case you haven't noticed, superhuman cases are my speciality,"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 19, 2011 23:09:06 GMT
She smiles slightly at that. "Well you're the detective, go detect something. I'm just an actress, and not a very good one at that."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 20, 2011 14:36:32 GMT
"Look," Bridge said taking off his gloves, "I'm psychic, I can tell from your aura that you're innocent but that's not a legitimate defence (yet) and I need solid evidence,"
He placed both gloves on the table. The back of his neck was starting to tingle as he began to hear little whispering thoughts. He sat down in front of her and held out his hands.
"I'm going to read your mind and see if there's anything in there I can use to get you free, any link to something that proves your innocent, any trace of Azrael's influence that I can utilise, okay?"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 20, 2011 16:31:08 GMT
"Alright..." Jennifer says as Bridge places his hands on her head.
Inside of her head it is much as you'd expect a normal human's mind to look. Except large portions of it had been contaminated with holy energy. It's evident that someone did something to her but it's hard to say what exactly.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 20, 2011 16:45:42 GMT
Bridge frowned and opened his eyes again. Her entire mind was like a big white ... empty ... canvas ... of white. He tried again closing his eyes tightly and entering her mind again. There had to be something here that they could use to nail Fiorella.
He started rooting through it and then let go of her hands.
"Okay, Azrael blocked off a lot of your memory," He explained "I can't find anything in your subconscious so ... yeah," He sighed and looked upset "I don't know what to do ..."
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 20, 2011 20:45:43 GMT
"I'm sorry. Maybe you could ask around in the forensics lab or something. They might have found something like on TV." Jennifer says, but even she doesn't sound too hopeful.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 20, 2011 21:27:18 GMT
"... Wait, wait I've got an idea," He said grinning, he got up and patted her on the shoulder "I'm going to save you," He promised "Don't panic because I will be back,"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 23, 2011 14:01:29 GMT
Jennifer looks around confused but nods. "Okay..."
It's strangely quiet outside of the interogation room. The only sound is that of automatic fans spinning on the roof. It's as if everyone had just stopped moving and doing anything during the time you spent in that interogation room with Jennifer.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 23, 2011 16:07:31 GMT
Bridge didn't notice the odd silence, he was too busy trying to think of how he could get a hit out on himself. He got to the reception desk and looked around, where was that policeman from earlier?
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