08-12-2016, 06:26 PM
Captain Aleksandrov had been sequestered in his office since the night before. Locked away, working tirelessly to predict all the new problems they would face after the announcement. And with what was revealed, the calls had already begun to roll in.
Oddly, DI seemed almost calm compared to the rest of the CCD. There had been a moment where the city had been on the brink of violence. The discovery that magic was not only real, but that their charismatic, mysterious leader was one such being had caused quite the stir. And then, with one great show of power, that chaos had been quelled. Not everywhere, but much of the momentum behind the fear had vanished with his display.
At least in Moscow. Throughout the rest of the CCD, there had been violence, suicides, family and neighbors turning on each other. From across the CCD, there had been few reports of major events yet, but it was, sadly, just a matter of time. Humanity had found a new thing to hate, other then mere skin colour or the name of one's god, and it was a dangerously easy to justify hatred for once.
The growing commotion outside drew Aleksandrov's attention away from the growing list of crimes associated to the Domovoi task force. Accusations of witch craft, reports of thefts or assaults blamed on magicians, claims of mind control or bodily possession, unsolved cases suddenly being closed because of 'magic.'
A case report was printed off, and Aleksandrov grabbed it from the machine as he opened his office door, the first sign of life from within since he had closed the door the previous evening, leaving most to assume he had been out of the office.
He stopped in the doorway, fixing Calvin and Dorian with a long stare, before making his way towards the conference room, expecting the rest of the task force to simply fall in. On his way past, the printed papers were given to Dorian. A case file, some fifteen years old, with Drayson's name on it. "The Atharim have been killing monsters a long time, as I understand it, Detective. They have also been killing cops. And civilians. And witnesses. To keep themselves hidden. They had their reasons. But now it's time to start paying the price."
It was all he would say on the matter, and all he would entertain. On some conscious level, both himself and even the Chief Inspector could understand the reasons behind the Atharim's desire to stay hidden, to keep their activities from the public eye. People weren't ready for monsters. Hell, people weren't ready for magic and that had been in the public eye for months, years already. If one paid attention for it, of course. But murder was murder.
He wasn't about to sanction a bloody inquisition to hunt them down, but if they found themselves in conflict with his task force, or with the blood of another innocent bystander on their hands, all because that person had been unlucky enough to see something, he would give a lot of play to the ropes on Domovoi.
"Well gentlemen. All our years of keeping what we've seen quiet has paid off. You should all be pleased to know, that your previous precincts desperately want you back. And they will have you back. In a year, or two. Once Domovoi is set. Once we have ironed out The Book on how to deal with these things. Magic is real. Monsters...well, those will follow in time."
A pointed glance at Calvin and Dorian. Especially Dorian.
He shifted his gaze to Dr Pirozzi, and the newly arrived Officer Zinoviya, the heavier foot-fall of her prosthetic leg hinting at her approach before she even entered the room. Detectives Köhl and Favager were absent, already dispatched on another investigation.
She offered a quick apology in regards to traffic then took a piece of wall to stand next to; with her leg, the short chairs of the conference table weren't exactly comfortable. She tended to prefer high stools.
"Since The Ascendancy's announcement, the number of reports of magic-related crime have increased near ten-fold. Which doesn't sound like much, except that's just the number of such reports to reach the Chief Inspectors desk, after filtering through the hands of everyone below him. Out there, right now, are children being thrown to the street by their parents, terrified that their child suffered The Sickness at some point. A father in Germany turned himself in to the police this morning, after strangling his twins, and murdering his distraught wife. Because they might have been magic users. So we have work to do."
He eyed the file Dorian had tossed on the table, the list of names of potential Channelers. If Dorian let the issue drop about what the purview of the Atharim was, in contention with that of the police, he wouldn't ask any questions. Yet, at least. "The Chief Inspector is buried right now, fending off demands for this task force to be liquefied and for you all to be posted back to your original precincts. There are a whole slew of new laws that need to be put into place. Amendments to human rights. Hell, criminal codes. Prisons. Procedures. Everything needs to be rebuilt. From scratch. And it starts here, with how we deal with things.
"Some of these magic users are bad. Most aren't. Some people are bad. Most aren't. We catch a thief, he goes to jail. Not simply as punishment. Programs there afford him a chance to learn practical life skills. Gain some degree of education. Gain the tools to earn a living, and become functioning member of society. So what about a magic user? We can't put them in general populace. They can't be afforded the same freedoms and rights in prison. With magic, they could wreak havoc, escape, kill. So what do we do with them?"
A moment's pause before he continued again, "We've already seen what these people can do. We've lost too many good police officers in our last few run-ins with these types of people. Once, because we were unprepared, again because of pure bad luck."
The gas leak at The Ministry that had resulted in the fire and deaths of some of Domovoi's SWAT team.
"So. Questions, comments, concerns, bitchings and complaints. Get it out now. We'll see what we can settle, then we move on and get to work."
Edited by Drayson, Aug 12 2016, 08:07 PM.
Oddly, DI seemed almost calm compared to the rest of the CCD. There had been a moment where the city had been on the brink of violence. The discovery that magic was not only real, but that their charismatic, mysterious leader was one such being had caused quite the stir. And then, with one great show of power, that chaos had been quelled. Not everywhere, but much of the momentum behind the fear had vanished with his display.
At least in Moscow. Throughout the rest of the CCD, there had been violence, suicides, family and neighbors turning on each other. From across the CCD, there had been few reports of major events yet, but it was, sadly, just a matter of time. Humanity had found a new thing to hate, other then mere skin colour or the name of one's god, and it was a dangerously easy to justify hatred for once.
The growing commotion outside drew Aleksandrov's attention away from the growing list of crimes associated to the Domovoi task force. Accusations of witch craft, reports of thefts or assaults blamed on magicians, claims of mind control or bodily possession, unsolved cases suddenly being closed because of 'magic.'
A case report was printed off, and Aleksandrov grabbed it from the machine as he opened his office door, the first sign of life from within since he had closed the door the previous evening, leaving most to assume he had been out of the office.
He stopped in the doorway, fixing Calvin and Dorian with a long stare, before making his way towards the conference room, expecting the rest of the task force to simply fall in. On his way past, the printed papers were given to Dorian. A case file, some fifteen years old, with Drayson's name on it. "The Atharim have been killing monsters a long time, as I understand it, Detective. They have also been killing cops. And civilians. And witnesses. To keep themselves hidden. They had their reasons. But now it's time to start paying the price."
It was all he would say on the matter, and all he would entertain. On some conscious level, both himself and even the Chief Inspector could understand the reasons behind the Atharim's desire to stay hidden, to keep their activities from the public eye. People weren't ready for monsters. Hell, people weren't ready for magic and that had been in the public eye for months, years already. If one paid attention for it, of course. But murder was murder.
He wasn't about to sanction a bloody inquisition to hunt them down, but if they found themselves in conflict with his task force, or with the blood of another innocent bystander on their hands, all because that person had been unlucky enough to see something, he would give a lot of play to the ropes on Domovoi.
"Well gentlemen. All our years of keeping what we've seen quiet has paid off. You should all be pleased to know, that your previous precincts desperately want you back. And they will have you back. In a year, or two. Once Domovoi is set. Once we have ironed out The Book on how to deal with these things. Magic is real. Monsters...well, those will follow in time."
A pointed glance at Calvin and Dorian. Especially Dorian.
He shifted his gaze to Dr Pirozzi, and the newly arrived Officer Zinoviya, the heavier foot-fall of her prosthetic leg hinting at her approach before she even entered the room. Detectives Köhl and Favager were absent, already dispatched on another investigation.
She offered a quick apology in regards to traffic then took a piece of wall to stand next to; with her leg, the short chairs of the conference table weren't exactly comfortable. She tended to prefer high stools.
"Since The Ascendancy's announcement, the number of reports of magic-related crime have increased near ten-fold. Which doesn't sound like much, except that's just the number of such reports to reach the Chief Inspectors desk, after filtering through the hands of everyone below him. Out there, right now, are children being thrown to the street by their parents, terrified that their child suffered The Sickness at some point. A father in Germany turned himself in to the police this morning, after strangling his twins, and murdering his distraught wife. Because they might have been magic users. So we have work to do."
He eyed the file Dorian had tossed on the table, the list of names of potential Channelers. If Dorian let the issue drop about what the purview of the Atharim was, in contention with that of the police, he wouldn't ask any questions. Yet, at least. "The Chief Inspector is buried right now, fending off demands for this task force to be liquefied and for you all to be posted back to your original precincts. There are a whole slew of new laws that need to be put into place. Amendments to human rights. Hell, criminal codes. Prisons. Procedures. Everything needs to be rebuilt. From scratch. And it starts here, with how we deal with things.
"Some of these magic users are bad. Most aren't. Some people are bad. Most aren't. We catch a thief, he goes to jail. Not simply as punishment. Programs there afford him a chance to learn practical life skills. Gain some degree of education. Gain the tools to earn a living, and become functioning member of society. So what about a magic user? We can't put them in general populace. They can't be afforded the same freedoms and rights in prison. With magic, they could wreak havoc, escape, kill. So what do we do with them?"
A moment's pause before he continued again, "We've already seen what these people can do. We've lost too many good police officers in our last few run-ins with these types of people. Once, because we were unprepared, again because of pure bad luck."
The gas leak at The Ministry that had resulted in the fire and deaths of some of Domovoi's SWAT team.
"So. Questions, comments, concerns, bitchings and complaints. Get it out now. We'll see what we can settle, then we move on and get to work."
Edited by Drayson, Aug 12 2016, 08:07 PM.