[Kassard's in awe of the technology here- and less than impressed by the adoration for imPorts. He's held his tongue for the moment though- instead just smiling politely and expressing geniuine interest in the technology. Then the camera crew jumps out, and Kassard glares at them, ignoring the unlucky individual who was also caught under the mistletoe.]
No.
[Kassard's initial reaction is to stare incredulously at the presumption. He doesn't understand or approve of this adoration of imPorts, and his bad mood is only compounded when he feels the compulsion- one which he knows isn't coming from his own head.]
That does it!
[Kassard snarls, grabbing one of the crew by his suit lapels and slamming him into the wall. He's absolutely furious.]
Do you think manipulating minds is funny? Because I don't. And I'm sure the authorities won't either.
[Kassard's tone is low and seething- and he's reaching for the gun at his hip.
Someone should probably get him to calm down.]
Maurtia Falls
[Clearly, despite all the talk of coexistance, witches- or imPorts, or whatever they called them here- were still threats. Kassard's dodging snowballs, not quite enough of an asshole to start shooting in a building full of already terrified people, but fully intent on dealing with the Kringles.
He throws a punch at one who's quick enough to dodge- and Kassard's arm goes straight through a store window, shattering it. Kassard curses, loudly- then stops as he realizes there's no blood- his sleeve's been cut by the glass, but his skin is untouched.]
What the hell?
[But any attempt to make sense of it is cut off by a snowball to the face, and Kassard snarls, charging toward a pack of Kringles.]
Go away you freaks!
Network
[Kassard's face appears on the network. He's composed and professional, but there's an undercurrent of frustration in his tone.]
Where can we register our disapproval of the current situation with witches- imPorts, I mean? Because frankly, the current system isn't working. Telepaths should be detained as soon as they're identified, and any others with powers of mental influence should be monitored before they're released. Those found to have physically dangerous powers should also be monitored more closely, and the government's far too reluctant to use it's nullifying technology.
[Kassard keeps talking, his tone growing grimmer and nastier.]
And I'm concerned that the authorities in charge of imPorts have been compromised- punishment for lawbreaking is ridiculously lax- did they let imPort's write the laws themselves? And they've even let them into the government. How do they expect this to go well?
Kassard Armis | OC
[Kassard's in awe of the technology here- and less than impressed by the adoration for imPorts. He's held his tongue for the moment though- instead just smiling politely and expressing geniuine interest in the technology. Then the camera crew jumps out, and Kassard glares at them, ignoring the unlucky individual who was also caught under the mistletoe.]
No.
[Kassard's initial reaction is to stare incredulously at the presumption. He doesn't understand or approve of this adoration of imPorts, and his bad mood is only compounded when he feels the compulsion- one which he knows isn't coming from his own head.]
That does it!
[Kassard snarls, grabbing one of the crew by his suit lapels and slamming him into the wall. He's absolutely furious.]
Do you think manipulating minds is funny? Because I don't. And I'm sure the authorities won't either.
[Kassard's tone is low and seething- and he's reaching for the gun at his hip.
Someone should probably get him to calm down.]
Maurtia Falls
[Clearly, despite all the talk of coexistance, witches- or imPorts, or whatever they called them here- were still threats. Kassard's dodging snowballs, not quite enough of an asshole to start shooting in a building full of already terrified people, but fully intent on dealing with the Kringles.
He throws a punch at one who's quick enough to dodge- and Kassard's arm goes straight through a store window, shattering it. Kassard curses, loudly- then stops as he realizes there's no blood- his sleeve's been cut by the glass, but his skin is untouched.]
What the hell?
[But any attempt to make sense of it is cut off by a snowball to the face, and Kassard snarls, charging toward a pack of Kringles.]
Go away you freaks!
Network
[Kassard's face appears on the network. He's composed and professional, but there's an undercurrent of frustration in his tone.]
Where can we register our disapproval of the current situation with witches- imPorts, I mean? Because frankly, the current system isn't working. Telepaths should be detained as soon as they're identified, and any others with powers of mental influence should be monitored before they're released. Those found to have physically dangerous powers should also be monitored more closely, and the government's far too reluctant to use it's nullifying technology.
[Kassard keeps talking, his tone growing grimmer and nastier.]
And I'm concerned that the authorities in charge of imPorts have been compromised- punishment for lawbreaking is ridiculously lax- did they let imPort's write the laws themselves? And they've even let them into the government. How do they expect this to go well?