we just have a few questions.

[blacklisle]

The Interrogation Meme

Your crimes were unspeakable, your lies were innumerable, but finally you've been caught. They bring you in, sit you down, and chain you up. No matter what power you have, no matter how strong you are, you're not going anywhere, so get comfy.

It's going to be a long night.

Rules

1. Post with your character, canon, and any prefs. Note whether captor or captive.
2. Tag around to other characters.
3. Roll for an option.

RNG OPTIONS

1. Truth serum: You know this person isn't going to confess easily, but you've got a surprise for them. This serum ought to loosen their lips a little.
2. Torture: The old-fashioned way might work best for this particular subject. How about those thumbscrews?
3. Bargain: You've got something they really want, or really need. If they fess up, if they tell the truth of the matter, they'll get it.
4. Blackmail: So, remember that night about ten years ago...? You know something they don't want the rest of the world to know and you're going to use it.
5. Seduction: Just because they're tied to a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right?

Comments

[type_edge]

[Try as he might to dodge, Gladion was not fast enough bound like this and took a wallop. Well, apparently it didn't take long to resort to violence after all. Of all captors to get...]

[It was difficult to concentrate and think of much else to say with the stinging. However, he was reluctant to give in that easily too. If this wasn't the first time punched in the face, he's not happy to admit it.]

[buson]

Oh, giving me the silent treatment, tough guy? Hope that punch didn't scramble your brains, I took it easy on you. Don't want you passing out on me... yet, anyway.

Let's do a little test to see how much you still remember.

[Attila stepped back, checked his pockets, and produced a photograph, but didn't show its face to Gladion.]

Wanna play a guessing game?

[type_edge]

[Was that...a photograph? There was suddenly a pit of dread sinking in, even without seeing what was on it yet. A few possibilities came to mind and none of them were good.]

...What is that?

[Was the only thing he could muster. Perhaps a little too instinctively by mistake.]

[buson]

Oh, good, you can still speak.

Correction: not a what, a who.

[His smile took on a more unpleasant edge, but it was absent from his voice, which became even more light-hearted and casual, insultingly so.]

Cute little girl, looks a lot like you, wears her hair down, except for two little braids...

[type_edge]

[It didn't take long at all to sink in, and was even worse than he could've imagined. The look of terror explained all of it.]

Leave her alone!

[What once was fear quickly turned into an unbridled rage. Strength where there seemingly was none to practically lift himself up, and ready to lunge at Attila if he hadn't been tied up.]

Don't you dare!

[buson]

[Attila laughed as he stepped back, away from Gladion.]

Easy there, pal, don't forget who's in control here.

[Quickly, he swept Gladion's legs from underneath him. His legs are tied, so it's all the easier for him to knock him down in one motion.]

[type_edge]

[It wasn't difficult at all to topple Gladion over, and with a thud sounding like that, it was rather painful too. Though it was hard to tell if he actually felt anything at all as he was still struggling to get back up. Apparently, he wasn't even going to let this try to stop him.]

[buson]

I didn't lay a hand on her yet, kid.

[Attila crouched low, still a safe distance away. He dangled the photograph between them, finally turning it between his fingers.

Lillie in a limousine, clearly unaware of any camera pointed at her, gazing ahead. Very particular choice of picture, showing they've been keeping tabs on where she goes.]

You wanna keep it that way, cooperate.

[type_edge]

[Betraying Type: Null and Silvally was impossible, but keeping Lillie out of harm's way was equally as important. What else was there to do in this situation? ...Other than perhaps, to give Attila exactly what he wanted. Once Gladion had cooled off just enough to think calmly. Though the moment Attila got too close there is a chance he might lash out again.]

...If you actually know anything, then you should've found out that the RKS System was nothing but a failure. The test subjects were removed a long time ago. There wouldn't even be anything to gain from it now.

[buson]

Hey, maybe in your incompetent hands, sure, but Team Rocket's got some of the brightest minds around, so don't worry your pretty little head about what we'd gain from it or not, alright, Gladion?

[He slowly rose to his feet, advancing on him calmly, gradually.]

I'll take whatever you've got... no matter how defective or incomplete.

[redhourglass]

( 2:13. definitely in the morning, she remembers being taken at 5:00 pm the prior evening, which meant she’d been here for nine hours already. nine hours with the man who stank of cheap vodka and cigarettes, who backhanded her with a hand as big as a dinner plate. he’d split her lip, he’d threatened to do worse —

and now — what? they’ve sent in this man as the foil, the one to make her think that she’s going to be fine if she just tells them what they want to hear? it’s a cheap trick, an old one. the first trick she’d been taught in the red room at, what? age six? )

I would but — ( she raises her wrists, shakes the handcuffs that knock at the back of the metal chair they’ve put her in. her shoulders ache from the movement, circulation long since cut off to her fingers. ) You’ll excuse my rudeness?

( uncuff me, the unspoken ask. i’ll share your stupid fucking cigarette, if you just uncuff me. )

[type_edge]

If their minds are so bright, then why do they need our amateur work to help them?

[Possibly not doing him any favors, but at the same time, couldn't resist.]

[could've been worse, could've called Attila himself dumb, ffff]

[buson]

[A moment of silence, then, a hollow laugh.]

Good one.

[A hard kick to his side.]

Shame I'm not here for your jokes. Guess you don't care what happens to Lillie after all.

[He reached into his pocket, as if searching for something else now.]

damn, that would have been a better idea jftgh

[type_edge]

[That time actually got an audible yelp out of Gladion, as he wringed and scrunched up in pain. His side was already beaten up enough from the fall.]

[He wasn't really focused on whatever Attila was up to now, but his eyes did catch the countertop from this angle. Well, the underside of it anyway. If only... There had to be some way to reach it.]

[he has plenty of chances!]

[buson]

Talk.

[Oh, is that side tender? Attila gave him another kick.

Might want to avoid looking that way, Gladion, or it might draw Attila's eye.]

[type_edge]

[The second kick was just as bad as the last. Gladion was not exactly sure how much more he can take this, but sooner or later Attila will have to stop if he wanted any answers. If he could just suffer this a little while longer...]

[He's sorry, Lillie.]

Jin Guangyao/Meng Yao|The Untamed|ota

[hidden_fragrance]

[can serve either role.]

[... that's funny, I thought I replied to this one yesterday!]

[buson]

[Attila gave him a little break, although he was considering stepping on those newly forming bruises if needed.]

Hey, you still up? Don't fall asleep on me.

You might want to hear this.

[Attila's going to be making a call on some sort of communication device, it seemed...]

[narrowstreets]

[ He lets out a short, frustrated breath, but doesn’t otherwise rise to the bait. Because that’s what this is. An attempt to rile him up, to catch him off guard. He’s used to this sort of thing, luckily — it seems Grantaire’s presence on his ship is good for something after all — but it still leaves him irate. ]

Making a mess is the least of my concerns. [ Not that he wants to clean up blood, but he’ll do so if necessary. If it comes to that. ] I’m more worried about how you know Alliance codes.

[ Out of date ones, but Alliance codes nonetheless. ] Do you work for the Empire? Did they send you here?

[seenitbefore]

[ Cassian flicks him a glance of impatient scorn. ] Do I look like I work for the Empire?

[ Because it's true, he doesn't, what with the shabby coat and shaggy hair, the strongly accented Basic and the taut, close-to-the-bone look of someone who grew up hungry. He doesn't deny it, because if you deny it right off the bat you inevitably look like you're lying, and he doesn't feel like playing this game all day. ]

I could ask you the same question.

[narrowstreets]

[ That’s…a good point, actually; this man looks far too bedraggled to be an Imperial lackey. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, Enjolras reminds himself, nails digging into his palms. He can’t be too careful.

He almost loses his temper when he’s asked if he works for the Empire. Him, one of them? The thought is almost ludicrous, to the point that it would make the rest of his crew laugh. ] I don’t ally myself with tyrants! [ Said with a bite, voice raising. Which, no, that’s not what he wants — he’s giving too much away every time he speaks. ] I work for liberty, sir, and liberty has led me here.

no offense, E

[seenitbefore]

[ He is giving away way too much. It'd be almost cute if it wasn't so worrying. As it is, Cassian hopes to whatever small gods are in the vicinity that nobody's told this kid anything important.

Unless he's lying, of course, but it takes one to know one, and Cassian's betting not; that particular combination of raw outrage and priggish oratory is too awkward not to be true. So that's one less problem, at least. He lets a little of that relief bleed through his searching stare, glancing down as if reluctantly impressed. ]

Okay. Sorry. --But there's been a misunderstanding. [ Leans forward, insofar as the restraints allow, his dark eyes earnest. ] I came here on my own business. I've been out of contact, I had no idea we had anyone else on the ground out here.

enjolras: freedom fighter and certified social disaster

[narrowstreets]

[ Enjolras had many talents, but controlling his passion is not one of them. Everything he does is about passion! That’s kind of the whole point! He isn’t used to trying to hide his beliefs and motivation and allegiances. His dislike of the Empire was never a secret!

Really, he wishes Combeferre were here. Enjolras isn’t any good at this. It’s almost embarrassing, the way this man seems to see right through him. It leaves him feeling uncomfortably exposed, as though there are too many eyes on watching it. ]

Prove it. [ Because really, he’d be a fool to just believe this guy. ] How do I know you’re not lying?

tbf cassian's a feral cat so

[seenitbefore]

[ Cassian shuts his eyes for a moment, marshaling all his patience and the clearest, coldest logic that his impending headache will allow, and reminds himself that this is not the enemy. This is, at worst, a rich idiot with delusions of heroism; at best, an ally with more zeal than experience, who's taking rational precautions in a fucking stupid situation that neither of them is to blame for.

(Or he's the enemy. But at some point you have to start trusting the odds.)

In the quiet space at the back of his mind, he conjures two ghosts, one of them his own. He lets out his breath with a small huff, and looks up into the stranger's face with the full force of his conviction. ]

You don't.

[narrowstreets]

[ Yeah, thinks the part of Enjolras that sounds like Grantaire. That’s really reassuring. Still, he understands the sentiment; there’s no good way to prove his loyalty without giving up Rebel secrets. But they aren’t going to get anywhere like this.

Time for a change of plans. It’s not like this man has other options, tied down and weaponless. He’ll lay his cards on the table, he decides. And then, if his captive turns out to be Empire after all, he’ll — dispose of him. It wouldn’t be the first life Enjolras has taken, even if the thought of pulling the trigger, blaster set to kill, makes him feel vaguely sick. ]

Think of it this way. Right now, you’re at my mercy. I want to know your name, rank, and direct superior. If you don’t tell me, I will shoot you. If I find out you’re lying to me, I will shoot you. [ The words come out steady, without any of the wavering hesitation he feels. ] If you’re honest, I’ll let you go.