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For the last couple days, the barely apprentice-aged tom had been walking around camp like he had just been crowned king of the world. To him, he sort of had. He was a Luminary, and to Orrerypaw the new title meant he was basically a living quasi-deity among cats, all too excited to wield the power that bestowed him. Whatever power that even bestowed him.
In truth, he barely knew what his job was; just weeks ago the title had meant an elite shadow hunter, and while it had been an intimidating rank, it was nothing in comparison to what aparently his role was now. He had been given the basic run-down, and now multiple times during the day, when Windsweptashes wasn't holding classes for the other students, he was being taught the ropes of what being his job actually entailed in practice rather than in theory in hopes that soon he could actually be of practical aid in the Commissioner's many dutys -- many of which were only being done by Windsweptashes now because Orrerypaw was not yet fully considered capable of handeling them on his own.
But the fact that we wasn't even truly trusted to do his job yet didn't really matter that much to Orrerypaw. He was ready to act upon his new position whenever he got a chance, and right now he was scouring camp for someone to enact it upon.
As fate would have it, Brokenpaw was an easy target. Not because she had done anything wrong but because of her quiet demeanor and anxious demeanor it was easy to assume the student was guilty of something. Making her way over to the fresh-kill pile to deposit the shrew she'd brought back with her, the calico kept her eyes focused on the pile as her steps quickened. The feeling that there was someone trailing quickly behind her, made her fur fluff up, making her stand out more than she already did.
Get a grip! she scolded herself. She was safe, one of Selene's chosen and she had not been culled. So why did she feel like she would be at any moment? Ever since the culling she had a hard time sleeping, and it was starting to show in her work and movements. Dropping the shrew with the rest of today's catch she dared a glance over her shoulder, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief that there was in fact no one there.
Brokenpaw was right. There was no one there, at least at the moment. But it wasn't long before she caught Orrerypaw's attention. That way of slinking about, that quiet demeanor; it read suspicious all over it.
In all reality, it wasn't a Luminary's job to hastle cats with questions -- that was the job of an inquisitor, so he'd been told. But right now, no inquisitor was inquiring of Brokenpaw, and technically he had all the right in the world to question the she cat as well, if he so choosed.
And so he decided, given the circumstances, he was within his full right to pull over an apprentice walking about like they had something to hide. With an air of complete authority in his step -- or whatever Orrerypaw thought was a walk that held an air of complete authority --- he padded over.
"Ahem, Brokenpaw, right?" He inquired, his voice a tisk, as if he was much too important to be doing this, to be talking to her. "May I pull you aside to ask you a few questions?" The request was not much of a request at all, it was clearly a command.
To her credit the she-cat did not startle when Orrerypaw approached her. Yes, he was a luminary whatever that was supposed to mean these days, and as nervous and jumpy as she was Brokenpaw was having a hard time seeing the young cat as anything more than a student like herself. She wouldn't tell him that though, Orrerypaw looked so sure of himself. A trait she was sure would make him a great luminary one day... just not today.
"If you'd like." she spoke softly, a small, seemingly permanent rested on her face. It seemed she was always frowning these days, never actually finding a reason to smile. "Lead the way and I'll try to answer you as best as I can."
He gave her a very curt nod as a small flick of the tail acted as a tacit signed to follow him even before he spoke the words, "Alright. Come with me."
Orrerypaw didn't lead the she cat far, he only pulled her a little off to the side, a quieter part of the courtyard where the chatter of camp was more of a backdrop than right in one's ear. Once Orrerypaw had gotten himself situated there, and after he had spared what he thought was an appropriate amount of time for Brokenpaw to do so as well, he began his little questioning.
"So, let's start out with something simple. What did you do this morning, hm? Did you do your usual rounds or do something different?" The question was said with the kind of faux casualness that seemed to only be replicated by men with clip-boards and people way too glad to be checking off government lists. "Oh, and feel free of course to take as long or short as you want to explain." The fake politeness was mixed with a clear, sickening glee at the feeling of being able to fake such defference; reveling in the very fact that the she cat's choice on how to answer was not fully of her own volition, but rather at his own "kindness" and "leiniency". He could have forced her to give a speedy answer, or a detailed one, but he liked pretending he was actually wielding his power with some restraint, and so he was in part convinced he was being less authoritarian than he could be; wasn't she lucky to have someone as merciful as him conducting her investigation right now?
