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

[seenitbefore]

[ He wants to laugh at that, but all that escapes him is a short exhalation, less a scoff than a sigh. His expression remains neutral, his gaze steady and serious. ] You didn't believe me before. How are you gonna tell the difference? Check it against my ID?

[ Although it occurs to him then, with sudden disquiet, that he's not even sure the kid's gone through his pockets. He shifts his weight subtly, trying to ascertain. ]

he’s TRYING SO HARD

[narrowstreets]

[ Enjolras isn’t being taken seriously, he knows that, and it irritates him. He’s young, yes, but perfectly competent! ] I have the ability to verify anything you tell me. [ By which he means he’ll send it to Courfeyrac and ask him to check with the higher-ups. If his prisoner is an Imperial spy, then he’d have a fake identification, and checking that wouldn’t to him any good.

…and he hadn’t checked for the ID. Look, he’d made sure the guy didn’t have any weapons, and snagged anything he could use against him — he’s not a complete idiot! But he hadn’t thought about identification, not when it’s so easy to fake. ]

and we appreciate him <3

[seenitbefore]

[ Cassian looks pained. Please tell him you at least took the data stick off him, Enjolras. He slumps a little, maintaining eye contact, one exasperated young man to another. Starting to give ground. ]

Come on. What would you say in my place? --Look, you want the information, take it. It's going to end up in the same place anyway, I don't care who gets the credit.

[ Which is true. To a point. ]

[narrowstreets]

[ Finally, Enjolras feels as though he’s gained some sort of ground. As though he has some sort of control in this situation. It’s relieving, but he does his best to keep that off his face, not wanting to give up any more than he already has.

One hand still on his blaster, he reaches his other into a pocket, touching the edge of the datachip (he’s not a complete fool! …mostly) he’d taken off his prisoner. It’s curious, he thinks, that the captive seems so indifferent as to where the information goes. ]

For all you know, I could be taking this — [ he pulls out his hand and gives the pocket a little pat ] — to the Empire.

[ Well, he obviously isn’t, but still. ]

[seenitbefore]

[ At least his brain has stopped buzzing, enough that he can focus on how to play this. He shrugs awkwardly. ]

Yeah, but you're not, are you?

[ Spoken like a statement, not a question, but with the least shadow of trepidation in his expression. ]

[most_unwanted]

[It's definitely at least something of a consolation that the suspect had come along willingly. After all, it's been a long night, after several long days of investigation, and so the sooner they get this figured out, the better.]

[Mulder indeed is still trying to sort together all the oddities of the case, including the weird appearance of that police box. They're things that other investigators would probably dismiss somehow, but not Mulder. No, he may not know exactly what's going on, but he knows when something otherworldly is behind it.]

I just want to ask you some questions about some suspicious activity. We can start with the obvious... What were you doing out there? It seems like an odd place for sightseeing, not to mention an odd time of night to do it in...

[borntolove]

Maybe the same thing you were doing. Wondering why others have gone missing. Bit odd, isn't it?

[most_unwanted]

Talk about an understatement... So you were just coincidentally aware enough about the circumstances of those disappearances to do your own investigation? [There's a pause as he's thinking things over. This still does not rule out regular suspicion of his involvement in the disappearances, but there are other possibilities for what he's up to. His "secret shadowy conspirator" sense isn't tingling exactly, but you never know.] ...Or are you working for someone else?

sobs. this took ages i’m dead

[narrowstreets]

[ He huffs, a little offended, despite the fact that he’d been the one to bring up the possibility of being an Imp in the first place. ] No. I’m not.

[ Okay, Cassian, he’s mostly convinced. ] Well. You understand that I can’t give this back to you. [ Another gesture at his pocket. ] And that I can’t let you go just yet. Still, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable — do you need anything? Water, food?

[ That’s as close as he’s willing to get to an apology. ]

Ezra Bridger | Star Wars: Rebels| OTA

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Probably the interrogated, but could go the other way. No smut, please, and we would not torture, but otherwise have at!]

For Obi-Wan

[ezra_of_lothal]

If Ezra hadn't already had a very good idea where to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the young Jedi would have never wound up here. Of course he grasped that conditions on Tatooine were harsh, so wherever Obi-Wan resided most of the time probably wouldn't be considered nice, not by most standards.

But surely, it wasn't much a stretch to assume that a grown man - a resourceful Jedi Master - would have carved out a home that was better than the comms tower young orphaned Ezra had hidden himself away in? Better equipped on the inside, at least.

So perhaps he can be forgive for immediately blurting out, voice edged with distress and anger, "Master, what is this?"

Maybe he's got it wrong. Maybe this is some kind of temporary camp?

[hadthehighground]

He had just returned from his shift, his Eopie sitting out front. The little alarm system he had rigged up alerting him to the fact that someone was inside. Carefully making his way inside, the last thing he expected to see was a young man calling him master. A bolt of terror passed through him and the title was like a knife to his heart. Still he kept his composure even as he demanded answers.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

There was no flicker of recognition in his dull tired eyes. The man himself was unwashed and unkempt, so very unlike him. The dwelling humble and and sparse, yet with everything one needed to survive. He had been living here for several years now.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra's already too off balance not to outright flinch away, emotionally reeling from the lack of recognition, lack of trust, the inexplicable lack of so much of what he associates with Obi-Wan.

The cosmos is wild and strange beyond imagining, he's learned these last few years. The Force works in mysterious ways. He must put away his expectations of this meeting - to him a reunion - would go, clearly.

He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, trying to recenter himself a little, before he opens them again and replies, more calmly, "Ezra Bridger."

He takes a small step towards the older man, studying his face intently. "...do you really not know me?"

[hadthehighground]

For a moment there was a slightly furrowed brow and a tilt of his head, as if the name rang a bell. Though in the next the thought was banished. He didn’t want to remember… anything really.

“Should I?” The tone a bit snippy and lacking the warmth one would expect from him in years past. There was no light in him either other than what would expect from a simple living being. Any traces of force sensitivity banished, hidden. He didn’t want it anymore.

“You should go,” he then said, intending to walk past Ezra and to dismiss him completely. He was just an old man that wanted to be left alone.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"I had hoped," Ezra says, with a heavy sigh. Of course it couldn't be that easy.

And then, more carefully, furiously trying to think of a way to get Obi-Wan to engage, "I think - I think I wouldn't be following your previous instructions, if I just gave and walked away, right this second."

[hadthehighground]

There was a little sigh of frustration as the boy clearly had no intention of leaving just yet. But he wasn’t one to get violent or forceful, even now, unless he needed to protect himself. So he just went about his usual business. Putting his meager wages into a box, he then went about making his evening meal. Pulling out the bundle of fabric that contained the little bit of meat he had stolen for himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said flatly. Not looking at Ezra as he put on some water to boil. “You must have me confused with someone else.”

This lad was too young for him to really know in any meaningful way. He had been known by many, though he would now rather be forgotten.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"I suppose it's possible," Ezra allows. He could have his wired crossed, in some way he hasn't truly begun to fathom. Even the first time he'd met Master Kenobi, the man had felt like a Jedi, and this person doesn't; it's disconcerting.

But he does know how hiding so completely in the Force works, even if he doesn't like cutting himself off enough so perfectly.

"But I don't think so, Ben," he muses, slipping that name in check the alias. And then, he continues with a different sort of check, quoting the message he's listen to so many times. "Be secret. But be strong."

[hadthehighground]

Saying his name gets a pause and he turns his head. Not quite looking over his shoulder, but almost. He didn’t remembering giving it to this Ezra.

Going back to what he was doing, he started cutting up some unpleasant looking dry vegetables and put the pieces in the pot. He then froze, stiffening as he dropped the meat into the pot too. His lip twitching slightly.

“What is there to be strong for?” It was said as more of a bitter statement than an actual question. Once he had given a message of hope, but that had been before… before everything had been lost. Everything except the boy that is, and even then he was only able to look on from a distance.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Oh. You really have been isolating yourself for too long.. That is what Ezra thinks, glad that Ben has his back turned, because he doubts he could keep the knee-jerk horror completely off his face.

What he says, noncommittally, is, "Hmm. When I thought I was completely on my own, I was always very aware that one slip up, I could easily be dead. And Lothal's a nice planet." He glances to the mouth of the cave, out at the desert. "Aside from the infestation of Imperials. Wouldn't be hard, to just...stop, out here, in the wastes. But you haven't, yet."

[hadthehighground]

It certainly wasn’t healthy to be so alone for so long. Least of all for a man who had spent most of his life surrounded by people and being able to feel everything around him. Without the Force he felt even more alone, only exercising it during his feeble attempts to reach his old master. Attempts that had so far proven to be futile.

“Perhaps I’m just lucky,” Ben says just as noncommittally. He only did what he had to, to get by. There were certainly times he wished the desert would just take him. Put him out of his misery. There was just one thing, one thread that still tethered him to this mortal coil.

Stirring the pot of what could be called food, he then moved to the vaporator and filled a cup with water. There was a pause and then he filled a second cup. Walking over to Ezra, he offered him one of the cups. The boy may be an unwanted visitor, but Ben wasn’t so unkind as to not offer him a drink in this unforgiving place.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"You believe in luck, now?" Ezra shoots back somewhere between skepticism and just a trace of teasing. He is, of course, familiar with the adage that there is no such thing, only the Force.

Then he blinks, surprised, when Ben brings him a cup, and softens. He'd been foolish enough to set out unprepared, years ago from his perspective, to find Master Kenob the first ime. This time he has enough water in his pack he should be fine to get back to Anchorhead, but any kindness is welcome. Kindness give him hope that coming out here wasn't a complete mistake.

"Thank you," he says, with emphasis, trying to catch Ben's eyes, to keep him from immediately turning away again.

[hadthehighground]

That comment drew the faintest of smirks from Ben. No, he had never believed in luck and this boy seemed to know that. Seemed to know him somehow. Handing him the cup even felt familiar somehow. Warm. Like long talks over tea.

The gratitude catches him a little off guard. It was as rare was water around here. But he nodded slowly in acknowledgement before meeting Ezra’s gaze. His blue eyes looking something akin to a frightened animal peering out from behind a rock. Uncertain, confused, but also a little curious.

“Who are you?” This time the question was more genuine and imploring.

[ezra_of_lothal]

And he'd always tried to answer serious questions from Obi-Wan as honestly as he could, hadn't he? He doesn't like the idea of doing any differently, now.

But what parts of the truth to start with? He takes a slow sip of water, like he tries to work that out.

"I wasn't raised in the Temple on Coruscant. I saw the warning you sent out, long after, when I stumbled my way into opening a holocron I'd stolen. Not that I had any idea what it was, or even had a word for the Force, before that moment. But the man I'd stolen it from was Temple raised. That message had saved him. As I said, I'd been on my own; he and the crew he was part of took me in. I got a new family, one bigger than I really understood, at first."

Another short ship of water, and he adds, "I am a Jedi, like my masters before me."

[hadthehighground]

That sure was an info dump, and Ben has to take some time to process it. Listening quietly as Ezra gives him a summary of who he is. However, what little glimmer was in the man’s eyes fades when he brings up that one word.

“The Jedi are gone,” he says. “There aren’t any left.” It’s then that he turned away and went back to his bubbling stew. Taking the small pot off the tiny stove. The last thing he wanted to hear about was Jedi.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra suppresses a sigh, before he replies, dryly, "Isn't that what everyone said about the Sith, before the first time you crossed paths with Maul?"