Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix

Shifting her attention from Millie over towards the door, she leaned back in her chair, arms crossing against her chest before she let her injured arm drop down to her lap, her other following suite. Studying him as he entered the room, Aimee couldn’t help but take note of his attire and wondered why they would send in what she assumed to be a detective. Wasn’t what they wanted a cut and dry type situation? Apparently not. Her eyes darted towards her newfound bud, thankful she spoke up and cut right to the chase.

“What my friend said is why we’re here, Detective Dupond. That is the only reason we are here.” Aimee hoped to make it clear that despite how she looked, they hadn’t come to the station on her behalf.

“So, any help would be greatly appreciated.” She added softly, eyeing him cautiously.
 
Myles nodded. Aimee had made it clear that they were here for her. Obviously, he had a lot of questions about them both but he decided to focus on Millie's situation for now.

"Of course we are here for anyone that needs us." He reiterated, he wasn't going to force her but he did want to make an offer.

"I have a few questions for you both, however, it will take some time for us to get an officer who can remove that. Give me a moment to have one paged." He said as he got up and poked his head out the door grabbing the nearest officer and asking them to page an officer who could remove the collar.

Myles stalking across the room and returned to the table.

"Alright so let's start with some simple information I'll need both your names. You mentioned you aren't from Lutetia where are you from?" He asked. "Also are you from the same place as well miss?" He asked Aimee.
 
Millicent glanced at Aimee's beat up face for a moment, and perhaps she was slow, but it just dawned on her that the detective might be intrigued to know why such a pretty girl was black and blue. Millie sure as certain would like to hear the details, herself, but it was clear from Aimee's firm stance on why they were here that her face, and the incident surrounding it, would not be discussed.

Her attention was turned back to the detective when he began his questioning, and she answered the first part readily enough, "Millicent Crane." She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Well, I'm from just a little town due South from here." She decided to let Aimee say as much or as little as she wanted. Aimee was sort of more of a private sort of person, or so Millie thought.
 
Aimee’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards Myles as he reiterated the same thing. She didn’t care if he was there for anyone that needed him; she wasn’t going to say anything to him. The last thing she needed was to have the cops poking into the business of her family, especially after what just happened. Prussian blue eyes followed him as he moved to the door to get someone to remove the collar before she shifted her attention towards Millie again.

Snoopy fucker… Clenching her good hand into a fist in her lap, she fought to keep her face passive, not wanting to make Myles suspicious.

Why did he need to know her name or where she was from? They weren’t there for her and she was fairly certain she made that very clear. Once again, her roomie answered the questioning first with grace while she was busy fighting to keep her anger in check. After a few minutes of silence after Millie finished answering the questions, she shifted her attention towards Myles.

“You do not need shit from me, Detective. I am not answering any of your questions. Just do as we’ve asked and help my friend.” Aimee’s voice was crisp and cold with a very light hint of anger brewing beneath.
 
Myles nodded and jotted down Millies name.

He was about to ask another question before Aimee cut in. He quirked a brow at the woman, "Mam' I'm just trying to do my job and help your friend." He said before turning back to Millicient.

"So how did this all happen?" He asked motioning to the collar around her neck.
 
Millie started at Aimee's tone of voice and turned her golden eyes on her friend, lips parted to ask if she was okay; however, one look at Aimee's face told her to shut the hell up and just move on. She did, however, reach out and take her friend's hand, fingers linking to a tight, reassuring hold before letting go when she was next addressed. And then she wanted to take her friend's hand again, but this time for her own strength.

She cleared her throat. Why was he asking so many questions? She just wanted the dang thing off her neck before she was tracked down by her owner. "Do I have to answer that in order to get it removed?"
 
Deciding to keep her next remark to herself, Aimee merely rolled her eyes. She didn’t trust cops, especially detectives and if it hadn’t been for Mllie, she wouldn’t have stepped foot inside of the station. Running her fingers through her hair, letting it flop over the side of her injured face, she glanced at her bud when her hand was grasped. Smiling faintly, she knew this was for the best despite her feelings.

Squeezing Millie’s hand reassuringly, knowing all these questions were not what either expected. Why couldn’t someone just remove the collar and let them go on their way? This was becoming overly complicated and she was regretting the decision to come to the cops. Millie asked what Aimee was thinking and she found herself nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, we didn’t come here to play twenty-questions. I thought you guys were supposed to protect and serve the innocent. What does it matter how it happened? It needs to be removed. Stop pushing and either help or say you aren’t going to help and let us leave.” Her voice was calm and Aimee was glad Myles didn’t press for her name. That was the last thing she needed.
 
Myles could have counted a dozen red flags by now and his suspicion towards these two was only growing. "Ladies, I'm just doing my job, you came to a police station to have this removed. I think we all know the only reason you would choose to come here to get that removed would be it if was placed upon your friend illegally. " He paused to take a breath. "If someone did this to you and you are worried about them coming after you if they threatened you I promise you we won't let any harm come to you but I can't do that if you won't even give me the most basic information." He said purposely neglecting to mention if they'd actually remove the collar.
 
Millicent swallowed hard at the rebuke in the detective's tone, and her eyes flickered down to the table, a flush rising in her tanned cheeks, though she was not sure if it was from embarrassment or frustration. Perhaps both? She closed her eyes, letting her dark lashes fan across the tops of her cheeks and then blew out a slow stream of breath to calm her nerves, then opened her eyes and looked up at the detective once more. She guessed she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't, and it would be best to just get rid of the collar all together and own up to the illegal activity.

"I was born into an organization of Witch and Warlock Familiars. As a Familiar, I am required to submit as a pet companion to my assigned magic user to enhance his or her abilities. Sometimes these relationships, like any other, are abusive, and I chose to run away after the collaring ceremony, but I can be tracked with the collar, which is why I want it removed."

After all of this was said, she sank back in the seat and stared down at the table once more, her lips a grim line.
 
“Legal or illegally, I brought her here because I was under the impression that you were the good guys and would help. I am beginning to believe the other things I have been told from my father about the police.” Growing incredibly annoyed that the detective wasn’t coming right out to say he could remove the collar, Aimee bit the inside of her cheek and didn’t say anything further. She patted her friend on the knee to encourage her and just glanced up at the ceiling, studying the different spots upon it. While she was proud of Millie being honest about what had happened and why the collar was on her neck, she was also afraid for her bud because she didn’t know what Myles would do with that knowledge.

“So, now that we’ve wasted half the morning, can you help or not?” Aimee leaned back in her chair, looking from the ceiling over to Myles.
 
Myles listened attentively to Millie as she spoke. "I'm so sorry to hear what you went through Miss Crane that must have been horrible so you must believe they will attempt to pursue you?"

"Do you know the name of the organization or the individuals who did this to you?" He flipped the page on his pad over and slid it to Millie with his pen. "If you are comfortable of course."

He looked at both Millie and Aimee. "We will remove the collar don't worry you've come to the right people and I have no intention of leaving you with that thing on It's unfortunate that we some of us get a bad rap what exactly did he say?" He asked Aimee giving Millie a few moments to decide if she would provide any further information.
 
Millicent squeezed Aimee's hand tightly, though she was unsure if it was strength or to quiet down the other girl. Both, possibly? Millie was not one to rock the boat too badly, only if it was absolutely necessary.

"I...yes, I do believe my Master will pursue me. I'm a little surprised he has not caught up yet, to be honest, which is why I am here so early in the morning. I want the collar off as soon as possible, so I am not able to be tracked. I do know the name of the organization, but my family is involved, and I do not want to make it worse for them than is strictly necessary. Not everyone is miserable. Not everyone is bad. I just don't want to be a part of it any longer, you understand?"
 
Aimee couldn’t help but feel agitated the longer she remained at the precinct. There was just something about being there that was rubbing her the wrong way and part of her knew it was because of who she was and what she was a part of. Grumbling beneath her breath, she slid her fingers through her hair, rubbing her scalp a moment just as Millie squeezed her hand tightly. Getting the point, the Bloodstone clamped her mouth shut and just shrugged at Myle’s question.

“We’re here for her… if you want more information from me, it can come later. Right now, let’s just get my bud taken care of, please?” She fought to be cordial, though she had no intentions of speaking about her father with the detective. Shifting her attention back towards Millie, she smiled at her, proud that she was going to get the collar off and hoped that she would be able to protect her from anything bad that might happen. Then again, it wasn’t like she was a safe haven or anything.
 
A knock came upon the door as the trio conversed, a brief warning that another was about to enter.

"Care to fill me in on what this is about?" Officer Volette inquired of Myles as she entered. "I wasn't told much, just something about needing a collar disenchanted?"

Her eyes went to Aimee and Millie and for a moment something akin to curiosity with a tinge of surprise flitted behind her eyes. She recognized Aimee immediately as a recognized member of the Bloodstone werewolf pack, but she didn't recognize Millie. With the exception of the Scions who were known to outsource their muscle, it was unusual for the local werewolf packs to mingle with the rest of the supernatural communities within the city, so her first assumption was that Millie was a new addition to the Bloodstone pack which would make her a member not yet known to the police force. What was a werewolf doing needing a collar disenchanted? Bedroom play gone awry? Clearly she was missing some bit of information that Myles would no doubt be filling her in on momentarily.
 
Myles looked up as the officer entered and smiled. "Thank you for coming Officer. This is Millicent Crane she is from a neighboring southern town. This collar has been magically bound to her during an enslavement to a warlock family. After what sounds like it might have been quite the ordeal to escape she has made it here. There also seems to be a risk of the collar also being used for tracking." He said.

He noticed the officers gaze toward Aimee with almost a look of curiosity, maybe it was the woman's injuries. He couldn't be sure. "And this is her friend whose name she has decided to withhold." He said motioning to Aimee.

He turned back to Millie, "If you have any more magical knowledge now might be a good time to provide more information to the officer on the collars functions."
 
Millicent's dusky head popped up at the knock on the door, and her heart began to race. Finally this would all be over soon, or so she hoped as this predicament seemed to be dragging on despite it only having been minutes at the most. She was incredibly thankful Aimee had come with her, and by the agitation she was seeing from her new friend, she was going to owe her an incredible dinner, that was for sure. Her eyes slid to her friend...maybe even a series of incredible dinners.

Glancing back at the new officer who entered, she softened her expression into a nervous smile and nodded her head, sending honeyed spiral curls jouncing, when she was introduced, but then she looked back to Myles and nodded thoughtfully as she considered. "It depends on the wizard or sorcerer who places the collar, but mainly they contain a magical tracking device and sometimes various ways of gentling and/or enhancing the flow of magic through the familiar. This collar is brand new as is my Master, so he did not have a chance to add any extra enhancements before I left. Just the tracking device."
 
Thankful when someone else knocked on the door, Aimee shifted her gaze in hopes that it was the person that was to remove Millie’s collar. Fingers ran through her silky smooth dark black strands as she released a very deep sigh at the emergence of a female officer who naturally wasn’t briefed. At least she was going to do what they’ve been asking for despite feeling like a million years had passed by from the moment they walked through the front doors.

About damn time… Knowing better than to voice her words out loud, she just kept her mouth shut, not wanting to ruin things for her bud. Her temper was terrible and after the things that had happened recently with the Pack and losing her father, she was a walking timebomb. Catching the look that appeared in the officer’s eyes, Aimee tensed up with a slight frown. Her own eyes narrowed a little, but somehow, she managed to politely nod a bit.

“Hi.” She managed, trying to keep from tensing up even more, not wanting to be suspicious. God, Ragenard would beat the shit out of her if she brought any hell down on the Pack. This was stupid… so stupid. She shouldn’t have come with Millie inside… she was risking a lot more than she realized.
 
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Wizards and sorcerers? Tracking devices? A familiar? Well that certainly explained the collar. Officer Volette was often assigned to matters involving the local witch and warlock communities, given her extensive schooling and education on the matter. Both as a witch herself, and as an officer of the law who specialized in such cases. She was well versed in the local criminal activities circulating within the witch communities especially, and was especially versed in the illegal familiar trade.

By law, should a witch or warlock choose to form a familiar bond, it must be with a non-sapient animal (though there was no law against maintaining a familiar bond should the animal gain sapience through the bonding process). It was however, highly illegal to take a creature with pre-existing sapience as one's familiar. Such an act was akin to slavery within the eyes of the law, and strictly prohibited.

The practice had long become archaic, but a handful of pocket families and groups still partook in such practices within secrecy. These matters were often treated with the same level of disgust and intolerance as the trafficking of humans and other sapient creatures in the sex trade that was also a known problem within the city.

As the pieces came together for Officer Volette, there was one bit that still remained unanswered. What was the Bloodstone pack doing mingling with matters of the Witch community. It was a curious development.

"It took a lot of courage to come to us," she said at last. "I know how deeply these practices can run within some of the more archaic families. But you did the right thing. We can get the collar examined, and with good fortune on our side have it removed swiftly. Some enchantments are more intricately designed than others. I would strongly recommend you place yourself into our protective custody while we work to back trace the collar to its source though. A Witch or Warlock's bond with a familiar can run on the level of obsession. The sense of entitlement to their ownership of another is not easily broken. Even with the collar removed, those responsible for this won't likely stop searching for you. But with your help we could bring the entire operation down, and prevent this from happening to others."
 
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Obsession. Entitlement. Bring the entire operation down. These thoughts swirled through Millicent's mind until she slumped a little back in her seat feeling entirely overwhelmed. This was way more than what she had expected when she stepped foot into the police station. Doing the right thing? What she was doing was not for the greater good but her the good of simply herself...and Aimee, by proxy, of course. A sense of panic made her palms prickle with teeny beads of sweat that she wiped on her pants. Should she have gone somewhere else to have the collar removed? Was there anywhere else? Perhaps a local witch in residence with a shop or an enchanter might have the way to finagle her out of her predicament. Hindsight was always 20/20.

Millie stewed in silence for a good minute, staring down at the table as she considered the best way to approach this situation. On the one hand, she could do as she was asked--or told-- and live relatively safely within the bonds of police protective custody, on the other hand, perhaps she could explain her way out of this; however, that might put Aimee at the disadvantage of being unprotected because if Millie's master showed up, who knew what he would be capable of? She certainly didn't after knowing the man for only a day.

Finally, she spoke up, "I...well, to be honest, I'm not interested in bringing down the organization. My family is involved, and really, I just want to live in peace and pretend that entire portion of my life doesn't exist. I was only under the care of my master for a day, so I feel certain he will most likely give up if he is even searching. He may just have reapplied for a new Familiar. Can we not just disenchant the collar and move on?" She smiled hopefully.
 
Attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible, Aimee sat still and let the conversation happen between the Officer and Millie, knowing she couldn’t make the decision for her friend. She crunched her nose up a little and pretended to be super interested in a speck on the ceiling, even going as far to lean back a smidge in her chair. She had absolutely no desire in letting her friend remain in protective custody and was beginning to regret bringing her here. Exhaling softly, she righted her chair and shifted her attention not at Volette, but towards her roommate, wanting desperately to interject, but knowing she couldn’t.

Instead, she patted Millie on the arm and smiled encouragingly towards her, hoping that was enough. Aimee wanted to voice that she would be safe with her, but even that wasn’t certain thanks to the things going on with the pack. Still, she felt responsible for the female and didn’t want her to feel abandoned. Thankful when Millie made it clear, at least to Aimee that she didn’t want to do what they were wanting, she nodded in agreement.

“Disenchanting the collar and moving on sounds like a good solid plan to me.” Aimee wanted to add that she would do whatever necessary to protect her, but didn’t want to bring too much attention to herself or the Bloodstones. Well, more than what was already garnered when she walked through the door.
 
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