Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

The conventions of interrogation had begun the guilty acting innocent, pledging of having no knowledge of or involvement in the crime. While Xangor truly cherished the art of interrogation and the challenges it brought about, he despised the action of having to cruise through the irksome and monotonous inception of the guilty pledging for non-involvement. Cut the crap and lets get to the point! He wanted to say. But that was not possible. Interrogation was a very precise process and while the start was irksome, it was absolutely necessary. He had to undergo it in order to extract a confession from her. Oh? So you know nothing now? Well, your computer seems to say otherwise. Your sent mail happens to speak a completely different story altogether. Accused the assassin and locating the laptop from her table, he booted it. It started and he clicked upon the internet browser. Her email was already logged in. Tsk, tsk, tsk! He clicked his tongue and shook his head. For a blackmailer, Perlita, you are very careless to leave your email logged in on your laptop. He advised as he clicked upon the sent mail icon and then the last sent email which was sent to polomarkbadle.com It said Dear Polomark of the Shifters, You cannot hide your existence from the humans for too long. I know your people exist and I have the evidence to prove it. Your identity can stay hidden from the world if you want to continue surviving. Transfer 1,000,000 to Citibank Account number 156071579 if you wish for these pictures to not be on the internet and in the White House. Yours Sincerely, Shifter Hater. There were several attached pictures of Badle and the blue light of them shifting along with their animal form after the shift. Xangor grinned. For a blackmailer, you are quite stupid. Did you really think we could not track you down by your email, I.P address and bank account number? It is a piece of cake for us to infiltrate the White House, let alone this unguarded apartment. He proclaimed. So, you think you are tough taking pictures of our kind in hiding, eh? Let us see how you fare with the best of us right in front of your eyes. Xangor, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. The rune upon his chest glowed a deep blue hue as he murmured a prayer and closing his eyes, pressed hard upon it. Flash! The blue light erupted along with the smoke. When the smoke dissipated all that Perlita could see were feathers. The longest and most magnificent crimson feathers that no bird in the world had the pride to possess. They opened to wide in a spread eagle to display the assassin Xangor in his true Badle form, hairless, serpentine crimson skin, runes marking his entire torso, neck and arms and the most prominent one glowing blue upon his left chest. The muscular and hairless body only contained eyebrows and eyelashes accentuated with a long mane of straight black hair which fell from his head to his mid back. A long stubby tail swished in every direction like a pendulum with a sharp pointed end which seems like it could be used as a potential weapon. The Badle tilted his neck and a loud crack of joints could be heard from it. It feels good to be in my real from. Said he as he opened his eyes and big crimson pupils within black irises bore down upon Perlita. He grinned. What is the matter? He asked, Did I scare you? You did not seem so scared when you clicked pictures of my brothers while changing.