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sirenspull_logs2012-02-29 09:33 pm
master_helsing) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-29 09:33 pm
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The discretion of a man deferreth his anger;
Who: Raphael Sorel & Abraham van Helsing
When: March 1st; 10am
Where: Courthouse
Summary: After much deliberation over SP vs Raphael Sorel, Van Helsing offers up a plea bargain for the vampire's freedom.
Warnings: None
'O what peculiar times these were. For all the hunting and hardships, the toiling and advocacy against the creatures who lust for the blood of life, Abraham van Helsing never gave so much thought that he would be standing here before judge and jury, defending the one thing he loathed most on God's green earth.
Yet O' these peculiar times. This modern world had forced him to bend. To see the grays betwixt the black and whites. That even a devil who boldly transgresses without shame, could be redeemed in someway.
It started a year ago. February 24th to be exact. On a night the old professor would never forget. A night he nearly lost his one and only companion. Looking back on it now, the heartache from that night had ceased to fade. His hatred, for the actions of the elegantly dressed creature that sat beside him, had neither subsided. Yet here he was, pleading, heartfeltly, for his freedom.
For one thing, over time, had changed. The idea that a monster could show him that he was still a man. Somewhere buried beneath the night he was banished to and locked away by a curse he could not be free of by his will alone.
Van Helsing stood with his usual formal attire and in humbleness before the judge when asked to rise and make his opening statement. For he had already come to an agreement with the presiding prosecutor and offered to lay it before the judge in his own words. Parchment in one hand, he looked like the old holy men who proselytized to the masses about the mercy of the Lord.
"Your Honour, I come to you this day with acquiescence by the Prosecution, to beseech your mercy on the defendant, Raphael Sorel, of whom shall plea his guilt at request of a plea agreement."
Van Helsing felt 30 years young to be standing amongst the men of law. The decades had been much since he last officially wore the lawyer's badge, but speaking now, his air of control and longing for sound judgement were fresh on his antiquated tongue.
"In civility and duty we are but men. I stand before you to attest that behind these mitigating circumstances that Mister Sorel suffered diminished capacity while in despair to feed his one and only child. The nights of February 2011, were the very nights a man succumbed to an ailment which has cursed him. Unlike the degenerates you witness outside this courtroom, this man take not an ounce of pride in the acts for what his curse has bid him to do--What his desire, at the heart of this matter, to care for his child, bid him to do. An act that only a true man would do, to sully himself, so that his offspring may live.
I attest that the unspeakable acts need not be pardon, but that this figure who sit beside me, be shown leniency, that he may make peace with whom he did harm, and to restore faith in the community, that those of his ilk can be redeemed. That like any other man, they can reform, they can be cured. Ah, but only if he long for this reform. And this I assure you, my client do long for this reformation, so that he might provide for whom he love in civil and honorable manner.
With this, the defense requests that my client receive time served, paroled supervision, supervision of his diet, in so doing that this incident never repeat itself, and service to the community in order to physically rectify the damage done to the minds and hearts of our fair citizens.
Thank you."
With that florid speech concluding, Van Helsing respectfully took a bow and said a silent prayer to himself.
When: March 1st; 10am
Where: Courthouse
Summary: After much deliberation over SP vs Raphael Sorel, Van Helsing offers up a plea bargain for the vampire's freedom.
Warnings: None
'O what peculiar times these were. For all the hunting and hardships, the toiling and advocacy against the creatures who lust for the blood of life, Abraham van Helsing never gave so much thought that he would be standing here before judge and jury, defending the one thing he loathed most on God's green earth.
Yet O' these peculiar times. This modern world had forced him to bend. To see the grays betwixt the black and whites. That even a devil who boldly transgresses without shame, could be redeemed in someway.
It started a year ago. February 24th to be exact. On a night the old professor would never forget. A night he nearly lost his one and only companion. Looking back on it now, the heartache from that night had ceased to fade. His hatred, for the actions of the elegantly dressed creature that sat beside him, had neither subsided. Yet here he was, pleading, heartfeltly, for his freedom.
For one thing, over time, had changed. The idea that a monster could show him that he was still a man. Somewhere buried beneath the night he was banished to and locked away by a curse he could not be free of by his will alone.
Van Helsing stood with his usual formal attire and in humbleness before the judge when asked to rise and make his opening statement. For he had already come to an agreement with the presiding prosecutor and offered to lay it before the judge in his own words. Parchment in one hand, he looked like the old holy men who proselytized to the masses about the mercy of the Lord.
"Your Honour, I come to you this day with acquiescence by the Prosecution, to beseech your mercy on the defendant, Raphael Sorel, of whom shall plea his guilt at request of a plea agreement."
Van Helsing felt 30 years young to be standing amongst the men of law. The decades had been much since he last officially wore the lawyer's badge, but speaking now, his air of control and longing for sound judgement were fresh on his antiquated tongue.
"In civility and duty we are but men. I stand before you to attest that behind these mitigating circumstances that Mister Sorel suffered diminished capacity while in despair to feed his one and only child. The nights of February 2011, were the very nights a man succumbed to an ailment which has cursed him. Unlike the degenerates you witness outside this courtroom, this man take not an ounce of pride in the acts for what his curse has bid him to do--What his desire, at the heart of this matter, to care for his child, bid him to do. An act that only a true man would do, to sully himself, so that his offspring may live.
I attest that the unspeakable acts need not be pardon, but that this figure who sit beside me, be shown leniency, that he may make peace with whom he did harm, and to restore faith in the community, that those of his ilk can be redeemed. That like any other man, they can reform, they can be cured. Ah, but only if he long for this reform. And this I assure you, my client do long for this reformation, so that he might provide for whom he love in civil and honorable manner.
With this, the defense requests that my client receive time served, paroled supervision, supervision of his diet, in so doing that this incident never repeat itself, and service to the community in order to physically rectify the damage done to the minds and hearts of our fair citizens.
Thank you."
With that florid speech concluding, Van Helsing respectfully took a bow and said a silent prayer to himself.