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

[inachinashop]

(oh shit, DW RP really is a small world! It's good to see you again!)

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?"

[overachievers]

She laughs, and it sounds genuine. Him showing a sense of humor would be a sign of bravado from some, but she's not reading it that way in this moment. This feels like a game of chess, more than her usual interrogation. She remembers when she had Arthur Edwards tied to a chair, his dull coldness combined with his certainty that he'd win in the end. That was a very different tone than this.

"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."

[inachinashop]

He looks back up at her. He's quiet for a moment. He sighs, shoulders slumping a little more like something else is slipping out of him along with the air. Not sure why he does it; maybe he was just hoping he'd get to to keep up the bullshit pretense that this was a normal conversation for a little bit longer, little bit of baiting here and there but nothing serious. Something almost personal.

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?"

[overachievers]

"I don't believe you'd ever truly have forgotten why we're both in here. You're remarkably calm, given the circumstances. No energy wasted flailing or yelling. No begging or demands. No threats. I find myself absolutely certain this isn't your first time in a room like this."

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?"

[inachinashop]

Huh. That mean she doesn't know if he's been in a room like this before for sure?

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?"

[overachievers]

"What makes you certain I'm not the boss?"

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.

[inachinashop]

He huffs, not a laugh, just a quiet, amused sort of noise at the turnaround. So he's not getting an answer, but he guesses that's okay. Would probably be stupid to expect any answers to anything right now, even when he ends up actually wanting one.

"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.