{below is a transcript of a roleplay between two characters, or the mostly relevant bits at least, which we plan to continue soon. We will need a police character for this though, so if anyone's willing, so much the better}
Spicay: Ready for port.
Quinch PG: Spicay, standby for teleport in three, two, one....
Cosmoculus: That's a unique little ability you have there, perhaps if I concentrate long enough I could do the same thing...
Quinch PG: It's a hijacked EMT signal. They never bothered to lock down the access keys.
Lady National: Oh that's not right! I should report that...
Quinch PG: -shrugs- You do that.
{...}
Lady National: Oh you and your pink boots...
Quinch PG: -shrugs- Remember when I said I don't trust magic?
Lady National: ...Seriously, I just noticed that. What's up with that?
Quinch PG: I got them off a cape who was too busy sucking dirt to object to me taking them.
Lady National: ....
Taris Galen: ...
Lady National: I should -so- be arresting you...
Quinch PG: Salvage rights, baby. It's all legal.
Taris Galen: that's...low.
Cosmoculus: Magic is quite different from what I do, but I see your comparison
Lady National: I'll deal with you when we're done here.
Occult Kid: Hmm... even to me that doesn't seem right...
Quinch PG: If you can mug anyone on the street because you deem them "evil", the same law allows for the same to be applied to you.
Lady National: We're not mugging them!
Lady National: They're mugging civilians and we're arresting them!
Lady National: Besides... what do you think you're doing -here-?
Quinch PG: Right. And I suppose all those personal effects you auction off without a second thought become your rightful property the moment you pry them off someone's cold, limp hands?
Lady National: I haven't auctioned anything.
Lady National: And we don't kill people!
Occult Kid: ..thankyou
Quinch PG: Who said I killed anyone?
Lady National: Well, I don't... can't speak for everyone... but they shouldn't!
Lady National: "cold limp hands" Implied killing.
Quinch PG: Or unconscious.
Lady National: They wouldn't be cold if they were unconcious
Cosmoculus: Well, we're all bigger than morals anyway. You can't see that I know...
Quinch PG: Well, if it makes you feel better she hosported five seconds later.
Lady National: And those items that are auctioned off are protected technology and artifacts necessary for the major Heroic Organizations!
Quinch PG: Oh really? A wristwatch is protected technology? Jewelry that probably got stolen from some citizen you couldn't be arsed to save? Samples of their own flesh and blood?
Cosmoculus: Two sides of the same coin... and Cosmoculus flips it, amusing... *laugh*
Lady National: Hey, hero work isn't cheap.
Quinch PG: Of course. It's for *our* benefit.
Quinch PG: Silly us for not realizing it.
Lady National: I'll have you know most of the Vanguard weaponry technology was developed from recovered stolen devices.
Quinch PG: And don't call yourself a hero. you dirty the word.
Lady National: ..What?!
Cosmoculus: To bad "recovered" and "stolen" are the same words in this case.
Quinch PG: You're a mercenary at best, and a petty thug at worst.
Lady National: Oh now your'e on his side, magic man?
Lion Heart: Easy...
Skylark Tail Feather: If no one is harmed and may people are helped is it really a crime?
Lion Heart: Go for each other's throats after this.
Lady National: Look at all the bad guys trying to steal or destroy around here! You think if we didn't do what we do we'd be in as peaceful a state as we are?
Cosmoculus: Sides are for those with no imagination My lady.
Quinch PG: Does that justify you taking other people's property?
Skylark Tail Feather: Rikti aren't people
Quinch PG: You might be surprised.
Lady National: Does that justify -you- stealing your pink boots from a body?
Quinch PG: Nope. But I don't pretend that it does.
Lady National: Then you're willingly evil.
Cosmoculus: We're all just different boats on the same sea.
Quinch PG: Besides, it was a cape. That made her practically subhuman.
Lady National: Oh you have to be kidding me.
Lady National: You stealing from the dead makes you definitely non-human.
Quinch PG: Un-con-scious.
Lady National: Well even so.
Quinch PG: Having a bit of trouble with the concept, are we?
Lady National: That doesn't help it either.
Cosmoculus: I think he pays for the boots in the fact that they make him look like a moron. *laugh*
Quinch PG: That, I can't get rid of them and they tend to explode.
Lady National: Well you've just confessed a crime to me, and under the Might for Right act, I can arrest you.
Quinch PG: ....wow. *Some*one skipped their history classes.
Lady National: ...Shut up. Either way I can still arrest you under whatever act it is.
Quinch PG: Yeah, sorry, there hasn't been a Might Makes Right act yet.
Lady National: Well consider yourself on probation until we get this done.. then I'm taking you in to the PPD.
Quinch PG: Yeah, good luck with that.
Lady National: Must need your theft fix...
Quinch PG: Did I mention that it was *legal* under the Salvage Act, passed May 1st 2007?
Lady National: It is NOT legal to steal something from an unconcious person.
Quinch PG: Not according to the Paragon City council.
Lady National: Oh I'm sure you went to the council and said "Hey I just took these boots off an unconcious hero. Can I keep them?"
Quinch PG: I didn't need to. The law is clear.
Lady National: You broke the law and you'll be going in for it.
Quinch PG: And yet somehow, I didn't.
Lady National: You will.
{...}
Lady National: Okay, good. *takes a set of handcuffs from her belt* Let's go then.
Quinch PG: {raises an eyebrow at National} You're joking, right?
Lady National: Not even a little bit.
Quinch PG: Well, I am so sorry, but I fail to recognize you as a valid law enforcement figure.
Lion Heart: I don't want any part of this... ((Thanks for the team, gotta go get dinner : P It was fun!))
Quinch PG: OOC: Later, thanks for the help.
Lady National: Well I am.. and its either in these handcuffs or unconcious, so take your pick.
Quinch PG: You think that a} you actually have the authority and b} the wherewithal to arrest me?
Lady National: I am a registered and liscenced hero and I have been given the authority to arrest anyone who I witness commiting a crime or has confessed to one. You confessed.
Quinch PG: Well, I am a registered and licensed hero as well, and I have consistently failed to confess to committing a crime.
Lady National: And even if you choose not to accept that, consider this a citizens arrest and I happen to have handcuffs.
Lady National: It doesn't matter... you confessed to a crime and you will be taking the consequences.
Lady National: Now come on.
Cosmoculus: Surely there are more pressing matters at hand than boot theft??
Lady National: Look at him... I bet everything he has on him right now is stolen property.
Quinch PG: {rolls his eyes} First, even under the provisions of citizens arrest, you do not have the authority to transport your arrestee without their permission. Second, repeat to me again, which crime have I committed?
Lady National: You confessed to stealing those boots from an unconcious individual.
Quinch PG: Under the provisions of the Salvage Act, after its passing.
Quinch PG: Deplorable? Yes. Morally questionable? Certainly. Illegal? Mfraid not.
Lady National: You have no idea what you're talking about. You stole those boots... which seem to be a valuable piece of technology... and you are going in for it.
Cosmoculus: Isnt your court based on evidence anyway?
Lady National: He has the boots.. that's evidence enough. Plus the confession.
Quinch PG: Now, if the fact that Pagragon City's legal system allows for legally untouchable acts such as this one, you're more than welcome to fight it - in fact, should you happen to, I'd gladly support you. But until then, no law was broken, and you have no case.
Quinch PG: And as for the boots themselves, they're an unstable, and self-hazardous piece of magic.
Lady National: Like I said... handcuffs or unconcious.
Cosmoculus: All the same, I grow bored...
Quinch PG: Neither. I haven't surrendered to legions of criminals, I won't surrender to a cape with delusions of authority and moral compass.
Lady National: Alright... unconcious it is.
Quinch PG: -draws his rifle- I wouldn't.
Lady National: Oh yeah, go ahead. I'm invincible, you know.
Quinch PG: What, you're Statesman in disguise? Tell you what, if you want to make a case of this, you have my registered hero name, you're more than welcome to press charges.
Quinch PG: My place of residence is in the city-assigned base, the location of which can be procured with a valid warrant.
Quinch PG: Care to put this in the hands of someone even remotely qualified?
Lady National: I have a confessed thief here who has just pulled a weapon on me. I'm well within my qualifications to take you out.
Quinch PG: You were making threats of bodily harm. Self-defense, look it up. And I'm not referring to your physical qualifications, dubious as they are. I'm talking about the legal ones.
Cosmoculus: You humans bore me with your bickering.
Quinch PG: Yeah, yeah, go commune with the universe or whatever.
Lady National: You're right, this has gone on long enough. Hands against the wall, if you don't mind.
Quinch PG: And yet I do.
Cosmoculus: It tends to say more relevant things than either of you, and with greater speed. So be it.
Quinch PG: You have no authority to arrest me. End of story.
Lady National: I do and you know it. *grabs Quinch's shoulder and attempts to turn him around and cuff him (keep in mind, mild super-strength)*
Quinch PG: -with his free hand he swings the rifle around, under his arm and shoves the barrel against Lady's sternum- Hands. Off.
Lady National: *gets shoved slightly, but fortunately being superhuman has benefits* Don't make me use more force than I want to.
Quinch PG: Don't make me have to shoot you.
Lady National: Do that and you'll definitely be going to jail, and even you can't argue that.
Quinch PG: Yes, I can. You're committing assault, miss. You were advised to file charges with the Paragon City police deparment, and chose not to. You have all the relevant information needed for the police to make the arrest themselves, should they decide it needed
Lady National: Ah geez... you have the right to remain silent, I pray to God that you'd exercise it. *slaps on one cuff*
Quinch PG: -grins- Well then. Lead the way.
Quinch PG: -flips the safety on and holsters the rifle-
Quinch PG: OOC: Man, now we need someone to RP the police.
Lady National: That'a'boy. Come on.
{at the police station}
Lady National: Hey Sarge... got a thug here for you.
Quinch PG: Hello officer. I'd like to file assault charges, if I may.
Lady National: What?!
Quinch PG: Oh yes, and unlawful arrest as well.
Lady National: Sarge, this thug confessed a street robbery and pulled a weapon on me when questioned.
Quinch PG: What the lady means to say is that she attempted to subdue me and threatened to render me unconscious should I refuse to accompany her.
Lady National: Yeah, this was after the confession. My judgement said you wouldn't come easily and intimidation was needed.
Quinch PG: I confessed to nothing illegal, officer. What the lady does construe was a "confession" is my statement that I excercised my right as a H4-R License under the provisions of the Salvage act.
Lady National: Yeah, he stole those boots he's wearing from an unconcious individual.
Lady National: Main word -stole.-
Quinch PG: I believe the word I used was "took". Or "got", I forget.
Lady National: Was the person unconcious?
Quinch PG: They were subdued, yes.
Lady National: Were they wearing the boots?
Quinch PG: The boots were on their person, yes.
Lady National: Did you take them without permission?
Quinch PG: The person in question did not object.
Lady National: *emphasizes* Did you take them without -permission-?
Quinch PG: Whose? Theirs?
Lady National: Yes.
Quinch PG: No permission was needed. Again, I refer you to the Salvage act.
Lady National: They are working devices that were being used! They are hardly "salvage!"
Quinch PG: Chronological devices, temporal tracers, weapons of all make and method also fit your description.
Lady National: You know what? I'm done arguing this with you. Any criminal thinks they're justified for one reason or another, but that doesn't mean they're right.
Quinch PG: I see your invulnerability also deflects irony.
Lady National: Sarge, I have a confessed thief. Put him in the holding cells, if you don't mind. I'll fill out the paperwork.
Lady National: ((...this would work better if Sarge could talk))
Occult Kid: ((lol))
Cosmoculus: ((lol. We're painting ourselves into a corner here.)
{below is a transcript of a roleplay between two characters, or the mostly relevant bits at least, which we plan to continue soon. We will need a police character for this though, so if anyone's willing, so much the better}
Spicay: Ready for port.
Quinch PG: Spicay, standby for teleport in three, two, one....
Cosmoculus: That's a unique little ability you have there, perhaps if I concentrate long enough I could do the same thing...
Quinch PG: It's a hijacked EMT signal. They never bothered to lock down the access keys.
Lady National: Oh that's not right! I should report that...
Quinch PG: -shrugs- You do that.
{...}
Lady National: Oh you and your pink boots...
Quinch PG: -shrugs- Remember when I said I don't trust magic?
Lady National: ...Seriously, I just noticed that. What's up with that?
Quinch PG: I got them off a cape who was too busy sucking dirt to object to me taking them.
Lady National: ....
Taris Galen: ...
Lady National: I should -so- be arresting you...
Quinch PG: Salvage rights, baby. It's all legal.
Taris Galen: that's...low.
Cosmoculus: Magic is quite different from what I do, but I see your comparison
Lady National: I'll deal with you when we're done here.
Occult Kid: Hmm... even to me that doesn't seem right...
Quinch PG: If you can mug anyone on the street because you deem them "evil", the same law allows for the same to be applied to you.
Lady National: We're not mugging them!
Lady National: They're mugging civilians and we're arresting them!
Lady National: Besides... what do you think you're doing -here-?
Quinch PG: Right. And I suppose all those personal effects you auction off without a second thought become your rightful property the moment you pry them off someone's cold, limp hands?
Lady National: I haven't auctioned anything.
Lady National: And we don't kill people!
Occult Kid: ..thankyou
Quinch PG: Who said I killed anyone?
Lady National: Well, I don't... can't speak for everyone... but they shouldn't!
Lady National: "cold limp hands" Implied killing.
Quinch PG: Or unconscious.
Lady National: They wouldn't be cold if they were unconcious
Cosmoculus: Well, we're all bigger than morals anyway. You can't see that I know...
Quinch PG: Well, if it makes you feel better she hosported five seconds later.
Lady National: And those items that are auctioned off are protected technology and artifacts necessary for the major Heroic Organizations!
Quinch PG: Oh really? A wristwatch is protected technology? Jewelry that probably got stolen from some citizen you couldn't be arsed to save? Samples of their own flesh and blood?
Cosmoculus: Two sides of the same coin... and Cosmoculus flips it, amusing... *laugh*
Lady National: Hey, hero work isn't cheap.
Quinch PG: Of course. It's for *our* benefit.
Quinch PG: Silly us for not realizing it.
Lady National: I'll have you know most of the Vanguard weaponry technology was developed from recovered stolen devices.
Quinch PG: And don't call yourself a hero. you dirty the word.
Lady National: ..What?!
Cosmoculus: To bad "recovered" and "stolen" are the same words in this case.
Quinch PG: You're a mercenary at best, and a petty thug at worst.
Lady National: Oh now your'e on his side, magic man?
Lion Heart: Easy...
Skylark Tail Feather: If no one is harmed and may people are helped is it really a crime?
Lion Heart: Go for each other's throats after this.
Lady National: Look at all the bad guys trying to steal or destroy around here! You think if we didn't do what we do we'd be in as peaceful a state as we are?
Cosmoculus: Sides are for those with no imagination My lady.
Quinch PG: Does that justify you taking other people's property?
Skylark Tail Feather: Rikti aren't people
Quinch PG: You might be surprised.
Lady National: Does that justify -you- stealing your pink boots from a body?
Quinch PG: Nope. But I don't pretend that it does.
Lady National: Then you're willingly evil.
Cosmoculus: We're all just different boats on the same sea.
Quinch PG: Besides, it was a cape. That made her practically subhuman.
Lady National: Oh you have to be kidding me.
Lady National: You stealing from the dead makes you definitely non-human.
Quinch PG: Un-con-scious.
Lady National: Well even so.
Quinch PG: Having a bit of trouble with the concept, are we?
Lady National: That doesn't help it either.
Cosmoculus: I think he pays for the boots in the fact that they make him look like a moron. *laugh*
Quinch PG: That, I can't get rid of them and they tend to explode.
Lady National: Well you've just confessed a crime to me, and under the Might for Right act, I can arrest you.
Quinch PG: ....wow. *Some*one skipped their history classes.
Lady National: ...Shut up. Either way I can still arrest you under whatever act it is.
Quinch PG: Yeah, sorry, there hasn't been a Might Makes Right act yet.
Lady National: Well consider yourself on probation until we get this done.. then I'm taking you in to the PPD.
Quinch PG: Yeah, good luck with that.
Lady National: Must need your theft fix...
Quinch PG: Did I mention that it was *legal* under the Salvage Act, passed May 1st 2007?
Lady National: It is NOT legal to steal something from an unconcious person.
Quinch PG: Not according to the Paragon City council.
Lady National: Oh I'm sure you went to the council and said "Hey I just took these boots off an unconcious hero. Can I keep them?"
Quinch PG: I didn't need to. The law is clear.
Lady National: You broke the law and you'll be going in for it.
Quinch PG: And yet somehow, I didn't.
Lady National: You will.
{...}
Lady National: Okay, good. *takes a set of handcuffs from her belt* Let's go then.
Quinch PG: {raises an eyebrow at National} You're joking, right?
Lady National: Not even a little bit.
Quinch PG: Well, I am so sorry, but I fail to recognize you as a valid law enforcement figure.
Lion Heart: I don't want any part of this... ((Thanks for the team, gotta go get dinner : P It was fun!))
Quinch PG: OOC: Later, thanks for the help.
Lady National: Well I am.. and its either in these handcuffs or unconcious, so take your pick.
Quinch PG: You think that a} you actually have the authority and b} the wherewithal to arrest me?
Lady National: I am a registered and liscenced hero and I have been given the authority to arrest anyone who I witness commiting a crime or has confessed to one. You confessed.
Quinch PG: Well, I am a registered and licensed hero as well, and I have consistently failed to confess to committing a crime.
Lady National: And even if you choose not to accept that, consider this a citizens arrest and I happen to have handcuffs.
Lady National: It doesn't matter... you confessed to a crime and you will be taking the consequences.
Lady National: Now come on.
Cosmoculus: Surely there are more pressing matters at hand than boot theft??
Lady National: Look at him... I bet everything he has on him right now is stolen property.
Quinch PG: {rolls his eyes} First, even under the provisions of citizens arrest, you do not have the authority to transport your arrestee without their permission. Second, repeat to me again, which crime have I committed?
Lady National: You confessed to stealing those boots from an unconcious individual.
Quinch PG: Under the provisions of the Salvage Act, after its passing.
Quinch PG: Deplorable? Yes. Morally questionable? Certainly. Illegal? Mfraid not.
Lady National: You have no idea what you're talking about. You stole those boots... which seem to be a valuable piece of technology... and you are going in for it.
Cosmoculus: Isnt your court based on evidence anyway?
Lady National: He has the boots.. that's evidence enough. Plus the confession.
Quinch PG: Now, if the fact that Pagragon City's legal system allows for legally untouchable acts such as this one, you're more than welcome to fight it - in fact, should you happen to, I'd gladly support you. But until then, no law was broken, and you have no case.
Quinch PG: And as for the boots themselves, they're an unstable, and self-hazardous piece of magic.
Lady National: Like I said... handcuffs or unconcious.
Cosmoculus: All the same, I grow bored...
Quinch PG: Neither. I haven't surrendered to legions of criminals, I won't surrender to a cape with delusions of authority and moral compass.
Lady National: Alright... unconcious it is.
Quinch PG: -draws his rifle- I wouldn't.
Lady National: Oh yeah, go ahead. I'm invincible, you know.
Quinch PG: What, you're Statesman in disguise? Tell you what, if you want to make a case of this, you have my registered hero name, you're more than welcome to press charges.
Quinch PG: My place of residence is in the city-assigned base, the location of which can be procured with a valid warrant.
Quinch PG: Care to put this in the hands of someone even remotely qualified?
Lady National: I have a confessed thief here who has just pulled a weapon on me. I'm well within my qualifications to take you out.
Quinch PG: You were making threats of bodily harm. Self-defense, look it up. And I'm not referring to your physical qualifications, dubious as they are. I'm talking about the legal ones.
Cosmoculus: You humans bore me with your bickering.
Quinch PG: Yeah, yeah, go commune with the universe or whatever.
Lady National: You're right, this has gone on long enough. Hands against the wall, if you don't mind.
Quinch PG: And yet I do.
Cosmoculus: It tends to say more relevant things than either of you, and with greater speed. So be it.
Quinch PG: You have no authority to arrest me. End of story.
Lady National: I do and you know it. *grabs Quinch's shoulder and attempts to turn him around and cuff him (keep in mind, mild super-strength)*
Quinch PG: -with his free hand he swings the rifle around, under his arm and shoves the barrel against Lady's sternum- Hands. Off.
Lady National: *gets shoved slightly, but fortunately being superhuman has benefits* Don't make me use more force than I want to.
Quinch PG: Don't make me have to shoot you.
Lady National: Do that and you'll definitely be going to jail, and even you can't argue that.
Quinch PG: Yes, I can. You're committing assault, miss. You were advised to file charges with the Paragon City police deparment, and chose not to. You have all the relevant information needed for the police to make the arrest themselves, should they decide it needed
Lady National: Ah geez... you have the right to remain silent, I pray to God that you'd exercise it. *slaps on one cuff*
Quinch PG: -grins- Well then. Lead the way.
Quinch PG: -flips the safety on and holsters the rifle-
Quinch PG: OOC: Man, now we need someone to RP the police.
Lady National: That'a'boy. Come on.
{at the police station}
Lady National: Hey Sarge... got a thug here for you.
Quinch PG: Hello officer. I'd like to file assault charges, if I may.
Lady National: What?!
Quinch PG: Oh yes, and unlawful arrest as well.
Lady National: Sarge, this thug confessed a street robbery and pulled a weapon on me when questioned.
Quinch PG: What the lady means to say is that she attempted to subdue me and threatened to render me unconscious should I refuse to accompany her.
Lady National: Yeah, this was after the confession. My judgement said you wouldn't come easily and intimidation was needed.
Quinch PG: I confessed to nothing illegal, officer. What the lady does construe was a "confession" is my statement that I excercised my right as a H4-R License under the provisions of the Salvage act.
Lady National: Yeah, he stole those boots he's wearing from an unconcious individual.
Lady National: Main word -stole.-
Quinch PG: I believe the word I used was "took". Or "got", I forget.
Lady National: Was the person unconcious?
Quinch PG: They were subdued, yes.
Lady National: Were they wearing the boots?
Quinch PG: The boots were on their person, yes.
Lady National: Did you take them without permission?
Quinch PG: The person in question did not object.
Lady National: *emphasizes* Did you take them without -permission-?
Quinch PG: Whose? Theirs?
Lady National: Yes.
Quinch PG: No permission was needed. Again, I refer you to the Salvage act.
Lady National: They are working devices that were being used! They are hardly "salvage!"
Quinch PG: Chronological devices, temporal tracers, weapons of all make and method also fit your description.
Lady National: You know what? I'm done arguing this with you. Any criminal thinks they're justified for one reason or another, but that doesn't mean they're right.
Quinch PG: I see your invulnerability also deflects irony.
Lady National: Sarge, I have a confessed thief. Put him in the holding cells, if you don't mind. I'll fill out the paperwork.
Lady National: ((...this would work better if Sarge could talk))
Occult Kid: ((lol))
Cosmoculus: ((lol. We're painting ourselves into a corner here.)