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1.) Peaceful morning: [It was early morning that Frollo rose up to go to the Morning Mass at church. He walked through the streets of Paris and saw that many have to risen with the morning sun. The baker began to bake bread. The warm aroma of breakfast cooking in the kitchens of the cafe is in the air mingled with the scent of imported roast coffee and tea brewing. Frollo has no need to eat among in such establishments. He already ate at home, his breakfast was done by his loyal servants.

The cathedral is quiet when he entered inside and took a seat on the aged wooden pew. The Archedecon priest and the other monks have already started singing their liturgy and pslam of the day, greeting and praising the Lord, thanking the Lord for everything. Frollo prayed quietly, saying his prayers to both God and Mother Mary. Just another peaceful morning of saying his prayers before he goes off to work.

After he's done with his prayers, he rose up and is heading out. Are you the person, friend, or comrade who recognized him for his excellent reputation as a Judge and keeper of the law and peace for the people? Wanna say hello? ]

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2.) Putting up some wanted ads: [Outside with his men, Frollo is very angry and impatient today. His fury was evident as he was barking orders at his men. Frollo is riding on his black steed, a frightening stallion with well-tone muscles and a flowing black mane, but the horse is calm while his master is not. Gripping the leather rein with one hand and in another, a stack of parchments which he is handing out to his soldiers.]

You idiots! Put these posters everywhere in town! I want it done by nightfall!

[On these posters is a wanted ad for the criminal that Frollo is pursuing. Are you the person who beheld the face of the mugged shot on the poster? Or are you the person related to the person in the wanted ad? Either way, when you read the poster, freshly hung on the wall, it does offer a handsome sum of money reward. And if you're the prey that Claude is looking for...be prepared to be pursued all over Paris!]

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3.) A public announcement: [Coming to the screen is Frollo himself. While he looks calm for the most part, his deep eyes are extremely intense (and borderline insane). It looks like he has been lacking in sleep, but there's no mistaken it. He looks dangerous and very hostile, despite how calm and well-spoken he is as he addresses to the public.]

Attention citizens of Paris. This is Judge Claude Frollo speaking. I want to bring your attention to a wanted criminal on the loose. He (or She if you preferred) is wanted by the Church for high treason and illegal usage of drugs and black magic. The suspect in question is also wanted for assualt and theft on a Church member.

I wanted this man (or woman) alive for questioning. Whoever can bring this (insert the picture of the suspect here) suspect alive will be rewarded handsomely. If you have any clues or tips that can lead us to this suspect, you can tip us anonmyously and we will still reward you at least $1,000 francs in cash.

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[Moist, having donned a new disguise along with the name Mundo Smith, just happens to be passing by a poster when he stops in his tracks and backs up to get a very good look at the picture.

It's...well, technically, it's of him, but seeing as he has a rather forgettable face and a talent for disguise, there's quite a few differences between the picture and Moist in real life. Or Mundo, as he's currently going by. And the details! Ha, he'd fooled them, all right, no way in hell would they find him with shoddy research. Now all he had to do was pull off the diamond ring trick, get some money to buy a better horse, and ride out of town before anyone tries to claim a reward.

He pulls his hat down low, and walks right past, whistling innocently.]

[The soldiers, in their minds are hot around Paris today! They are searching for a man known as Moist.

Luckily for Moist, his disguise as Mundo worked! Frollo's soldiers, some of them are riding on their horses while others worked on foot passed him by.

They didn't recognized the man they are after!

All Moist have to do is avoid the leader, Frollo, and he'll go away scott free!]

[Or, well, the man known to them as some other name, anyway. As far as they probably know, neither Moist von Lipwig nor Mundo Smith have anything to do with the guy they're after.

Right. Hopefully he doesn't run into Frollo. He's heard quite a lot about the man, after all, and he rather likes not having a rope around his neck.]

Sometime after they disperse, a cloaked and hooded figure slips out of the shadows gracefully but by no means silently if the sound of metal scraping against cobblestones is any indication. Reaching up to pluck the poster from the door, the individual reveals a wing instead of an arm, the paper held lightly in long, white feathers.

The wanted poster has a rather simplistic rendering of a white-and-red Peacock brandishing weapons and looking singularly malevolent.

"A hundred francs?" the figure murmurs. Then he laughs, only a touch maniacally. "I'd best get to work making myself more economically viable!"

Luckily for Shen, the sound of his metal straps that scraps against the stone cannot be heard by the soldiers. They are shouting at each, yelling at each other, and being far to loud. Most of them are scared of displeasing the Judge and they are more worried of saving their skin and their reputation (along with their careers).

At least, his mug shot on the wanted poster, while simplistic, almost captured his profile correctly. Shen can very easily recognized, even by the children.

It's not everyday you'll find a red-white peacock in the streets.

Oh, watch yourself, especially when you walk around the corners. Those soldiers are guarding the corners and alleys, their eyes alert of any suspicious people walking out at this hour.

Shen is quite good at being unobtrusive, but he can't quite melt into the shadows completely. Someone is bound to spot a flash of white feathers or a glint of light off of metal talons.

And someone does. A small child tugs at her mother's skirts. "Look, Maman, it's the giant bird!"

Oh, balls. Shen dives into an alley and takes flight, flapping up to the rooftop. The child giggles. "Ooo, pretty!"

Aren't children wonderful? They have a keen observation, especially of anything shiny.

Unfortunately, the child's observation caught one of the guard's attention and that soldier heard the words, "Giant Bird."

Immediately the soldier ran up to the suspicious hooded figure and aimed his weapon at Shen in disguise. "Halt! Reveal yourself!"

"I think not," comes the reply in a voice far too haughty to be that of a common criminal.

The hooded figure whirls, vanishing in a flurry of feather-shaped throwing knives, dropping out of sight over the roof and then gliding further away on a chance thermal. Oh, dear, he's getting away.

The knives startled the horses, as they bucked and stood on their hind-legs. One of the knives struck in the horses forelegs which throws the riding soldier off-track.

As Shen climbs over the roof, the rest of the soldiers that are unfazed by the flurry of the knives follow in hot pursuit! They hope to catch the bird in order to get back on their bosses good side! "Get him!" They said. "Capture him!" They cried!

Shen has better be fast in his get away. Those horses are fast as well!

His glide drops him down to the roofs again and he runs, metal talons creating tiny sparks against the tiles. He leaps and comes down on a gutter, the impact tearing it loose before leaping into the air again. The entire pipe falls into the street in the path of the horses. Shen flaps off in another direction.

Geez, if you steal from a person of faith, you want to sic the entire nation on them.

Yes, and the victim in question is a priest who is guarding a relic. The victim was severely injured and was staying in a hospital for his injuries.

[Glaring at the person, his eyes are twitching.] People these days would stoop so low in order to survive. Are you here to give a tip...? ["Or wasting my time, fool?"]

[Anise hung around the door, waiting for Frollo to come out. She wanted to see the scary judge everyone was talking about. The very one that had an icy stare which seemed to scare the fear of God into people. She doubted such a thing was possible but she honestly wanted to see for herself before attending her duties for the day.]

[After his morning prayers, his mind is filled with his agendas for the day. Warrants to fill out, criminals he's keeping tabs on, and visiting the prisoners and checking out their profiles. Part of his job is to make the decision whose life sentence is to be extended or shorten, who gets to live another day and who is scheduled to be executed by punishment of Death to repent for their crimes.

So many things to do and his work is long and hard. Sometimes, they're unfulfilling, but he often told himself that if justice is served, then surely he's doing God Work and he is spirituality rewarded. But the truth of the matter is, he don't find serving God fulfilling. It's the thrill of punishing others for their Sins, cleansing them, ridding the world of these vile vermin...

Oh hahaha, he noticed a girl standing there doing nothing. Wait, didn't she look familiar? He thought he saw her before....oh. He remembered. He was chasing the debt collectors who harassed her parents. What they were doing is illegal, mind you, and they were not his taste of criminals he loves punish. Back then, it was mundane and a part of his job as the Judge to capture even the low-level criminals. He arrested the majority of them and put them in prison.

He stopped and smiled at her. A genuine one, trying to be friendly. He's not going to admit that he forgotten her name pffft. It has been a long while ago. Busy Judge is constantly busy and working around the clock.]

Good morning. Is your parents doing well?

[Somehow he had ended up in an old town in Europe, and judging by Notre Dame, it was France. Perhaps if he went inside the Church, where, if he remembered correctly, people tended to gather around, he would find out why he was here....

Stepping inside, careful not to dirty the floors, CR-S01 went forward.]

This place...

[The sun pierced through the windows into his eyes, and he shielded them. It'd been awhile since he left his cell again...]

[Little is known about CR-SO1 or (CRiminal Serial #01). His history is wrapped in an enigma. The case file of CR-SO1 was stored in the Court House where Frollo was serving as the judge and keeper of all the records on the criminals in Paris.

However, Frollo never forgotten a criminal he chased, persecuted, or foresee in his long years of service as the judge. The subject known as CR-SO1 is unusual because his original sentence was 250 years, but that was only the proposal and has not yet finalized. The reason is because the criminal himself possessed unique skills in medicine and surgery. The Church highly valued the rare God giving gift of healers who can save lives...and those types people in that profession that Frollo also has a certain of degree of respect.

Even an intelligent man like Frollo knew that such a proposal is prosperous and unrealistic. For now, the decision for the years of his sentence remains undecided. Half of the jury proposed that CR-SO1 may serve to the Church's funded hospital to repent for his sins while the other half were pressing for his life sentence. The case was still raging on at the Court, but for now, for the safety of the public, CR-SO1 is being kept to the prison with limited freedom.

Frollo approached CR-SO1 with a neutral, but friendly expression.]

Good morning.

[Edhard hadn't seen the judge in quite awhile, and was a little unsure of how to approach him. WELP, this was awkward. He kept his own emotionless expression, and nodded.]

Good morning, your honor.

...It's been awhile.

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