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 Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:04 pm
Somehow, somewhere in the ship, Drolic, Eaayta and Reghen had found a room with a working intercom. Drolic promptly directed Reghen to begin calling names in the hope that some of their guests remained in the party chamber and would actually respond. Eaayta made her way back to the top of the stairs, once the location of the interrogation chamber had been established, intending to lead willing participants to the correct room.
Every so often, if there were no volunteers to be had, Drolic would pace the halls looking for someone to question. He had no problem dragging the unwilling in for a bit of Q&A.
No matter how one got here, once they did Drolic took a seat behind a high metal table and turned reptilian eyes on the person or people in front of him. They might have been standing or sitting or pacing themselves, but the green alien was outwardly calm.
Reghen began the session with a, "Welcome, thanks for coming," which was likely either politely appropriate or condescending and slightly amusing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 5:51 am
While everyone else had gone off to do whatever it was they intended, 'Las stayed put. They had called for Malas Cut, not Mambabangungot. Whoever these people were, whoever was in command of this ship, they were not from her homeworld. And somehow this eased the emerald-haired teen's anxiety. Marginally. There were others who had been summoned and when she found they eventually returned to the party chamber relatively unscathed, she thought cooperation would be in her best interest. She gave Kian and Autsu a wordless nod to excuse herself and headed for the interrogation chamber without much fuss.
Of course she still held the knife Kian had given her. Just in case.
She sat down silently, pale-blue eyes focused on the reptillian man despite the tall, pale man greeting her. Her head bobbed to address him and she said nothing else.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 1:58 pm
"We just want to ask you a couple of questions," Reghen assured her. "My employer would like to know if you have ever come into contact with a shapeshifter. Blonde, female. She might go by the name of Citopixe. She is very dangerous and he has been hired to... question her as well." He doubted very much that 'questioning' would be all Drolic would do if he ever got his hands on the mysterious woman he sought. The alien seemed to hold a personal grudge against this Citopixe.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:34 am
Malas continued to say nothing as she listened to Reghen speak and explain their situation. She did not like being lured here under false pretenses and felt more than a little bit slighted. After some time, the emerald-haired teen finally answered "You say she is a shapeshifter. How would I know she hadn't already assumed a different form?"
Not that she had even spoken to anyone she didn't know but 'Las didn't think they had to know that. They wanted information? Well, so did she.
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