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

[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.

[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. ]

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. ]