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bridgescribble2023-02-24 10:48 pm
blacklisle) wrote in bridgescribble2023-02-24 10:48 pm
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we just have a few questions.
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
- Post with your character, canon, and any prefs. Note whether captor or captive.
- Tag around to other characters.
- Roll for an option.
RNG OPTIONS
- 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.
- Torture: The old-fashioned way might work best for this particular subject. How about those thumbscrews?
- 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.
- 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.
- Seduction: Just because they're tied to a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right?
the Iron Bull | Dragon Age | OTA
The odds on breaking out of the cuffs could go either way. He's pretty sure he could do it if they pushed him hard enough, and he's pretty sure everyone here knows it; even for a qunari he's always been big, even before all the training, and pain stopped registering as a reason to stop a long time ago. Still, he isn't going anywhere and that's not even a question, even if he's pretty sure that he's the only one here who knows it. Pretty sure, because the walk past all those cubicles full of normal people, office workers who've probably never thrown a punch in their lives just going about their day, that sort of read like it was deliberate. Maybe he's overthinking it. Maybe the Qun wants him overthinking it. It's hard to say how much info on him they let get out when he went Tal— when he went rogue, and he can't say there's not someone back home who wouldn't have dug up those old reports from the Viddathlok he'd checked himself into after Seheron all those years ago, the ones that say something like Unfit for former duties, for reasons of... and let those reports just accidentally get out to however many countries are after him now for being an 'undeclared foreign agent', or whatever else all the Chargers' rich, angry former clients are probably calling it. So it's not impossible these people know where the cracks are inside him and that walk past those cubicles was them saying, 'hey, look how many more helpless civilians you'd have to cut through just to get out of here, think how red the walls would be with their blood.' It's not impossible that they don't know they don't need to threaten him with anything at all.
It's not even to clear his guys, him not running, his whole team who no one's ever going to believe didn't know they were helping a spy. That's a true reason, and the one that's going to be easiest to explain if he ends up having to, but that's not why he's not going to run.
Since everything he'd built up into the Iron Bull came crashing down around him, it hasn't actually occurred to him to try and go anywhere. Not really. What would be the point?
Something in the 3-4 range
And on one level, she understands; on another level, that worries her.
Still, her job now is to get what information she can from him, anything on the Inquisition's leadership and goals that the ICA can use. And perhaps if she's lucky, they'll learn more about the Qun as well. All information is useful to the analysts and handlers, and she is very experienced with gathering information.
She walks into the cell, looking like another of those 'normal people' the Iron Bull had seen on his way in. Red hair pinned up in a tidy French twist, dark blue skirt-suit set and matching pumps. She doesn't appear to be a threat, not the same way he appears to be a threat to most civilians. But there's a sharpness to her gaze, and she's not showing any fear despite the obvious difference in physical power.
"Has anyone offered you something to eat or drink, since we brought you in? I would hate to think we've been...inhospitable to you."
works for me!
It's not like the Qun doesn't know how to handle something like this, anyway. They've probably stopped using the ciphers he used to send his reports in already. So it doesn't matter if he decides to give anything away or not.
He's been quiet for too long to play it friendly and casual. So that's one option off his shoulders. Still can't decide on anything else.
"Could use a beer," is what he settles on in a voice that's almost casual, because he might not be able to reach for the mood or the posture or the attitude, but it's still easier to be the Iron Bull than it is to be anything else. "Don't look like you drink much though, so maybe it's for the best. It's no fun drinking alone."
She really doesn't look like she drinks much, though he knows you can't always tell what someone's like once they let their hair down. Maybe he's just thinking about it that way because she reminds him of Leliana. Not just because of the hair.
Still can't decide if there's any point to watching her that closely, trying to figure whoever this is out. But it's easier than not doing it. Maybe that's the only thing he needs to be worrying about, now.
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"Given your size, your alcohol tolerance is probably much greater than mine. It'd put me at a disadvantage if we were drinking together." Wry humor lingers at the edge of her words, as she takes in the sight of him. "But I can get you some water, perhaps even some tea if you'd like that."
She wants him as close to at-ease with her as possible. Diana's current goal is to coax information out of him gently, to see if she can get his cooperation without threats. It's not that she's uncomfortable with sharper methods of persuasion--you can't be an ICA handler for over twenty years without breaking some eggs. But she's already reading how beaten down the qunari seems. He's in his head about everything, and getting him out of it suddenly might lead him to use his strength against her.
"Or coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker myself, but there are some in the office."
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Her tactics are different from his, he can tell that right away. As long as he's letting himself pick all this apart like there's a point to doing it. The Iron Bull was built out of parts of him, parts he figured he'd be able to keep using long term, but he hadn't been Hissrad. That had been the whole point. Even when there'd only been Hissrad it had been a different version of him talking to Qunari lost and waiting for the Viddathlok, or one of the civilian rebels, or captured soldiers. Just another guard, bored and too thoughtless to be a threat, and that had meant loosening up the way Hissrad moved, relaxing the way he spoke. The bored guard Hissrad had been would never have said something like, It'd put me at a disadvantage.
Then again: hiding in plain sight. He remembers thinking how it wouldn't hurt if Krem knew, if a couple of the guys knew, remembers sending the idea along and how it'd make people trust him more if they thought they saw everything, sending it along again before the Inquisition, because Inquisition security surely meant that things had changed. He remembers getting the response back and the way the inside of his head went quiet when he'd read it, a little bit like the way it's quiet now, quiet in a way he hadn't noticed until just now thinking back on it.
Maybe whoever she's working for doesn't think hiding in plain sight is all that stupid an idea. Maybe she's decided she can make it work for her.
He looks down at the table, shrugs a shoulder and makes the gesture slow, to give himself a second to shove his thoughts in line. "I don't know, coffee out here's usually crap. Tea, too. Always get distracted thinking about how good it's supposed to be. Maybe I get you a beer and you get me some crappy leaf-water and we both get a disadvantage, huh?"
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"You can buy me a beer when we're done here, if you cooperate." Tipping her hand a bit, offering the hope of him walking out a free man. "All we want is a little information."
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He misses the Chargers. The feeling isn't new, it'd been there sitting in the background for a while, but for a second it hurts.
"Could have gone on for a little while longer. I didn't even have time to forget why you're in here. Guess that's not really your approach though, huh? Figured you would be straightforward first and see what happened?"
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She tilts her head to one side. "I could play this differently, but we'd both be aware of it as a play. It'd be an act for both of us. Would you find that more rewarding than being spoken to like an intelligent, self-aware person?"
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Weird, how easy it is to assume that just because they have more power here that means they know everything about him, too. It's interesting, and the fact that it's interesting itches at him, because when something's interesting like that he's supposed to be able to take what he's learned and do something with it. He's supposed to know what it is that needs to get done.
Nothing he can do but keep it in mind and keep going, he guesses. He half-shrugs again. "Sounds like you haven't spent a whole lot of time in Orlais," he says and then, because it feels like he should have a reason not to but he still can't think of what it is, "Your bosses really okay with that? You just walking in here and telling me what you're doing?"
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She doesn't respond to the comment about Orlais--oh, she's visited, but she's never felt comfortable there. Her partner was more capable of blending in there, but 47 was capable of blending in anywhere. Diana didn't enjoy the social game that was the primary local pastime in Orlais.
That said, her question has an obvious answer. Even restrained as the Iron Bull is, he's an incredible physical threat, large and well-muscled and trained in how to use that. Anyone entering his proximity would have to be some degree of expendable, regardless of how well-behaved he's been. And they've sent her in here in her tidy skirt-suit and high heels.
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"Okay. So, you're the boss, and you're... tired of the paperwork, decided to live a little." Like working out roles with the guys, not as Hissrad, who'd leaned more toward handing them out himself and giving orders, but as the Iron Bull, laying out an idea just to see where the other guy's going to take it. He isn't convinced, as much by the fact that she hadn't outright confirmed it as by the other, more practical reasons — easier to lie without actually lying even when lying's something you're good at, and easier to make other people believe it too, sometimes — but that's no reason not to go along with it and see where it goes. "That or I'm just that important. Hey, someone tell you the Iron Bull's got a big ego? Watch out, or you're going to flatter me."
The chains clink as he shifts, habit getting him starting to throw an arm over the back of the chair before he remembers he can't. That's okay. If it's convincing, it will convince. If it isn't, it won't. It's hard to tell. His guys would expect a little more in the voice, he thinks, but someone who hasn't ever spoken to the Iron Bull... It probably doesn't matter. Anyone who's either this unafraid of him or this good at hiding it's probably pretty good at seeing what isn't there, even if they didn't know him at all before.