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Strengite
((I apologize right now for her. If the Trigger warning at the front is not enough then please believe that this post requires one as well. Seriously! ))

No one seemed to have an issue with her taking the lead on the interrogation, Dravite even offered to take over if it became too hard for her. It was a sweet offer, unneeded but sweet. She gave him a warm smile before walking over towards the captive little senshi and Adamantine, she was already getting ideas about how to handle this, especially since the other pale haired lady had basically threatened the boy. Perfect... she would be the bad cop while Strengite would be the good one. Sort of.

"Hi again, wow that looks uncomfortable." She eyed the tied up form of the senshi and sighed. "Sadly there isn't anything I can do about that since its for your protection as much as ours. Don't wan't anything to happen that would be regretted later you know." Strengite snagged one of the poolside chairs and sat down in it, facing Striker. "Now I could make this painful and unpleasant for everyone or you could answer my questions. One might ask why I wanted to do this, why me? Honestly..." She shrugged and smiled. The smile was dark and not nice at all. "I wanted to try a few things. I once saw this episode on tv that described medieval tortures. It talked about famous contraptions like the Rack and the Iron Maiden. But it also covered things like the Brazen Bull from ancient Greek where they basically slowly cooked a person alive in a giant bronze bull 'pot'. There was also a Chair of Torture, much like the Iron Maiden but a chair, the Pear of Anguish thats used in the mouth, I've even heard of one that was used in the 'back door' if you get my meaning." She 'whispered' this as if she was sharing a secret before she continued naming various torture devices. "The Instep borer, Thumbscrews, Wooden horses... you know lots of barbaric and heinous contraptions that were excessively painful and bloody. I really don't want to deal with any of those, it would ruin my manicure." She sighed again and did the stereotypical move of checking her nails.

"But you see that man over there," She pointed towards General Labyrinthite, "He wants information and well, I just work here you see," She shrugged. "Then again most of those tortures require equipment of some sort so we really would have to improvise if you didn't want to talk. There is the age old breaking each bone in your body one at a time, starting at the fingers. We could also rip out your finger and toe nails. Pretty sure we could find something that could be used as a hot poker somewhere. What do you think?" She asked Adamantine, not really expecting an answer.

"Then again we do have this pool. We could always go the American route and just waterboard you. Tie a towel or something around your face and dunk you in the pool for a bit, just until you start to drown then yank you up so you start gasping and then repeating it all over again. But you see that will not only get me wet it might also result in you getting brain damage or lung damage, hell you could even break something in your futile attempt to get free. That's if I don't misjudge the time I can keep you under the water and you don't actually die." She made a 'oops my bad' exaggerated face before she paused and looked curious. "Then again maybe the chlorine would kill you faster. We can always hold onto waterboarding just in case. Yeah I think we will-" She trailed off and once more looked contemplative.

Strengite hummed and asked out loud, "What happens if a guys balls are crushed? Do they go flat? Does it feel like there are shards in them? I wonder how painful that would be? I mean I know that an eunuch is a guy who has been castrated like a dog, just snipped right off, but that seems rather painless to me. I want to know what happens if they are still attached and receive damage?" Silver eyes locked on to Strikers, "Don't suppose you would be willing to try it out, would you?"

"I also wanted to see if its possible to poke around in other spots other then your chest. You do know that one of the special skills a officer has is the ability to stick their hand into your chest and rip out the physical representation of your soul right?" She asked her captive, pausing to let him think about that before continuing. "I'm curious to see if its possible to damage the lungs or the nerves or even the spine or eyes without even drawing blood. Just, pop, and a little magic and voila... blind little senshi. I've never really got a chance to try it, always been in a rush before, but now seems like a perfect time. I have a captive audience after all." Her smile was rather angelic, completely wrong for the conversation, or rambling monologue since Striker wasn't able to talk back, that she was having.

"But you know, you would ruin all my fun if you actually answered our questions. I wouldn't get to see if you would drown faster with or without your starseed or learn if its possible to physically rip a d**k off and actually feed it to someone. You know that phrase right? Can it really be done?" She shifted slightly and absently tapped her cheek with one of her fingers, as if she was thinking. "You know, the more I think about it the more I realize we really don't need you. Pretty sure we could find your family after we are done with you. You do have a family right? A mother? A father? Maybe a little sister or brother? Are you the youngest? I can see you having a older sibling who just drives you nuts."

Strengite didn't actually think anyone in the room would go after civilians, hell she didn't think most of her comments would ever be used, but it was all a part of scaring the senshi witless. To literally scare god into him so he would be willing to tell them everything he knew just to avoid what was coming. "Then again if you help us I can promise that no one would even think of looking for your family. Why would we? You would have given us everything we need. Right guys?" She gestured to the others in the room with her before focusing back on Striker.

"So what do you say? Will you answer our questions or will I get to learn a few new things today? Either way I'll be happy so," She shrugged once more and waited to see if the kid would take the bait.

Eternal Striker; Silent Captive

A gag tends to make a prisoner difficult to understand. That said, Striker did his best to be very clearly understood: While the lieutenant went over her options (including many rather unpleasant sounding possibilities), he stared at her, brows furrowed and eyes smoldering with hate.

Hate, and maybe a touch of murder.

His stoic, angry front only briefly flickered at the suggestion of crushing his balls. Difficult for most any man to ignore a threat like that. Still, he maintained his composure for the most part. To him, it was just talk. Blah, blah, blah. So he stared. Silent, waiting. An occasional shift of position, but his gaze never wavered from boring into the one threatening him.

Strengite

She wasn't oblivious to the obvious glare from the boy. If he wasn't tied down Strengite knew he would have been at her throat... probably. She also had seen the brief flicker in his face when she had mentioned crushing the rather important part of his male anatomy. So he did feel fear. Good.

Apparently he was doing something Adamantine didn't like since the corrupt stepped in and siphoned some energy from the boy while telling him to answer. She said something about 'starseed' but Strengite didn't fully catch it, likely telling the boy that if he didn't answer she was going to yank his starseed out.

"To be fair Adamantine, he is still gagged," Strengite pointed out before she got up from her chair and slowly approached them. Once she was close enough she crouched down, conveniently giving the kid a decent look at her chest, and lightly caressed the senshi on the cheek. "Now how about we start with a easy one to begin with yes?" A soft tug loosened the gag until he could at least talk around it. "Your name is Striker yes? How many of your companions are there in this city?" She was going for a bit of a slap, the conversation before, and a touch of tickle, the gentleness now... and the free view if he wanted to look.

"Come now... such a insignificant little bit of information wont hurt anyone. It really would be in your best interest you know. After all the one who cooperates the most is the one who will be rewarded," She smiled at Striker and gives him a slight pat on the head. "You aren't the only one after all." Honestly Strengite had no clue if they had caught any other senshi but there was no way for this particular captive to know if that was true or not.

Strengite

It was the look on his face, the gaze and smirk that gave it away. She knew, from one predator to another, that he was spouting nonsense. He was bluffing because if there really had been such a gathering of senshi in this little s**t hole of a town the negaverse would have already nuked the place rather then send the general and his group, herself included. The goodie goodies would have spread out like a plague upon the area. hindering and destroying other nega operations in other towns throughout England. They would be like those rats that brought the black death down upon this land all those years ago... and the Negaverse would have to burn them out just like then.

Even knowing this Strengite didn't react unfavorably, she smiled and nodded, hummed and agreed with him. She even scolded him gently for the obviously naughty word he had just called them, "Now, now thats not a nice word now is it? Shame." And yet she still grinned at him however she didn't fall for his little bait. She was as close as she was going to get since she wasn't stupid. Strengite wouldn't trust this fellow with a ******** flower let alone enough to lean any closer. "Come now dear, just say it. We are all friends here."

She had a feeling they would have to take more drastic measures to get any information from him. And torture really only got the answers you wanted not the ones that were truthful, at least thats what all the movies said. I wonder if I can get him drunk, She silently contemplated. That always worked when she was out meeting her quota.

"They really are simple questions. Who, what, where, when, and how... Like writing a book report. Then again I have heard about this thing where its possible to insert a rod into a male's urethra. I wonder how big of a rod will fit? Would you rather give that a try?"

Eternal Striker; Talkative Captive

Striker seemed to realize that he wasn’t getting the reactions he hoped for, but he just shrugged. “Suit yourself, mrcho,” he replied calmly. He took a furtive look around the room at the various people assembled, and then said somewhat softly, still leaning toward her some, “It’s quite simple, really, we’ve got informants in the Negaverse. That’s how we knew when to strike...and we’ve got an informant in your little group, too.” He grinned. “Good luck figuring out who it is, though!”

“You know,” he added after the new threat, “I notice you seem pretty fixated on my c**k...Perhaps you’d like a suck, eh?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Strengite Getting Annoyed!

Strengite kept her face clear from any reaction as Striker revealed that 'they had people on the inside'. While it was possible that there might have been a leak in the organization on this side of the pond the senshi overreached when he implicated the General's little group. Strengite didn't know Laby all that well but even she knew that he wouldn't have brought anyone that had even a shadow of 'traitor' on their record. She honestly suspected that the hard a** General would have reacted drastically if he found someone on this team even contemplating betraying the negaverse. Death would likely be a welcome reprieve from what Laby would do to anyone who went rouge on this little expedition.

So rather then react to Striker's bait Strengite leaned back slightly, a pale brow raising as he propositioned her. "Boys are fascinated with their own d**k, even when the majority of them don't know how to use it... let alone use it properly." She grinned at the tied up senshi, it wasn't the nicest of smiles. "They get ever so squeamish when things happen to it." She eyed him and let out a little hum, "I'm not against rewards but darling you would have to cough up a lot more then those little lies before I even contemplate something like that. Besides, I would rather do this," With a fast move she lunged forward and sunk her hand into the senshi's chest. Her fingers lightly wrapped around his starseed even as she spoke quietly, "Best not move much since I've only done this a hand full of times. Get it? Hand full!" She chuckled and gave the seed a little squeeze. "See this is called your starseed. It is easy enough to just crush, a little pressure and it will turn to dust. But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"

Strengite pulled at the seed, tugging just enough to jar the stone but not enough to damage it or even remove it. "Shall we see how loud I can make you scream before you start talking? I wonder what will hurt more, crushing your soul or your bones?" She grinned, her teeth bright and predatory, "I know! Lets do both!"

Eternal Striker; Uncomfortable Captive

While he had certainly seen the action before, Striker had never actually had a negaverser’s hand shoved into him...and it showed on his face. Briefly, anyway. His stoicism returned rather quickly, for the most part. The pain and worry was quite evident on his face, even as he tried to hide it.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to glower at her, in spite of the very real threat to his very soul at that moment. “It’s not my fault,” he ground out, “That you don’t like what I have to say, mrcho.” He forced his grimace into an angry grin. “Did you not consider...we are everywhere, not just in this awful British town?” He shook his head in a single curt motion. “I lose nothing by telling you truths.”