Private Tales Do You Believe Your Lies?

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Vittoria Larrainth

Vittoria Larrainth

The Unmaker
Dreadlords
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Patience was one of the first lessons taught to a young Vittoria Sky Larrainth. It made her smart. It made her careful. It also made her unnerving when others became to lose stray wits. When it came to interrogations, to extract informstion from lips trained to keep tight, patience was always the card she would play.

She had decided to sit in a chair opposite their current target. This mission was an odd one, but it was close to the Academy at least. Vittoria had been paired with the intriguing Livia Quinnick, whom she had met officially a few weeks back when a murder happened at the Academy. She was working with the Vigilite, as she was now, and Vittoria got to witness a glimpse behind the curtain of an organisation that liked to operate in the shadows.

"I already gave my statement, girl." The woman bound to the hot seat soured towards Quinnick. "No one decided to follow up with more questions."

"Yes, I understand that. Two years have sinced passed and yet they assigned me the task of investigating all these cases..." Quinnick ceased her measured pacing and came to a halt between Vittoria and their guest. "You see, I know how to look through a case meticulously. Even if there are many holes in the story, I always find a lead."

Vittoria had agreed to the invitation to help purely for the astonishing way Quinnick used her magical gift of finding things. There were a great many and complex ways to go about it, but Quinnick held a wickedly accurate gut feeling.

The Initiate kept quiet. Although she was stronger and taller than Quinnick, she respected the graduated Dreadlord enough to speak when asked.

Fredericks scoffed, shaking hear head. "You are wasting my time and your own."

Vittoria leaned forward, straightening her spine as if expecting the next words from the Dreadlord. Livia smiled, and it was pleasant on her features, but offered nothing further.

"That is not how I see it. Every statement needs to be investigated, but curiosity caught me when I did read your statement... Initiate Larrainth? Mind reading it out for us?"

Vittoria smiled, "With pleasure."
 
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Livia had not been too eager to enlist the help of Initiate Larrainth, but the results spoke for themselves.

In fact, there were similarities between them that she did not like at the start, but after a few days of pouring over cases and statements, they had found some common ground.

She watched as Vittoria cleared her throat and with a clear voice, read aloud the statement taken two years ago. Her magic seemed to hone in on Larrainth before slowly directing towards Fredericks, as it had done so the moment Quinnick was assigned this venture. Cold cases did not yield much hope at first, but that all changed when the Vigilite offered her this role. That she would take this on and perhaps one day lead a team dedicated to solving these cases.

As luck would have it, Quinnick latched onto a lead, one that had been dismissed at the time.

"Anything wrong with such a statement, Fredericks?" Liv inquired. Her voice held authority, as a life brought up in luxury and wealth often did, and one she did not lose attending the Academy.

"I still stand by what I said. I did not see the boy. There was only broken glass and signs of my kitchen being rifled through." Fredericks lifted her chin, her gaze bearing into the Vigilite interrogator. "I was not aware of the blood until your lot came in to investigate."

"Blood that was not found at the origin point. Our resources picked up places that once had bloodstains matching... but was cleaned." Livia's gaze was neutral, the words spoken with a cadence that did not betray anything else.

"Yes. I had no part in that. I was not home, as you know—"

"Yes, it is noted here in your statement." Supplied Vittoria with that unnerving, innocent smile.

"For the sake of covering all our tracks... may you recite what you remember?" Livia asked, her head tilting as her eyes drifted upwards in thought. Careful was the line needed to be tread, in order to catch a lie, she needed Fredericks to offer something her magic could latch onto.
 
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