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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:32 am
Any lower than Captain-class individuals that are captured are brought here for questioning. Any method of interrogation is allowed. A vizard named Y-Not (Tony) carries sekiseki stone knuckles for his personal interrogation.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 10:57 am
  The brutalized captain of the tenth division awoke within chains and strapped to a metal chair which had been bolted in the center of the room, he was still heavily wounded from his earlier battle although it seemed the vizards earlier visit to their infirmary had given him some care as well. The bleeding from his wounds was staunched although they weren't taken care of as well as one might have wished, this was to be expected for a prisoner of the enemy. Mana was barely clothed revealing all of his painful wounds and past scars, his lower body only being covered by a torn shihakushō, or at least what was left of it. His expression was the same as it had been near the end of the battle, his strange multi-colored eyes were dulled by the pain of losing his greatest ally and his expression was vacant as if the once proud captain that once resided within this body had left only a shell of a man. Each breath he took in hurt his lungs, he wasn't even sure why he was trying to live any longer, the only thing he could see was the image of a thousand bolts of lightning crashing down against the body of Jishinmusume, all he could hear was that of her final cry before she shattered into pieces.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:58 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx|| Y-Not ||Theme: Y-Not American Gangster ThemexxxxxA rather handsome man slowly approached the room, his suit and tie just freshly dry cleaned. He was Lune Corps and Noire's personal interrogator. Never had he failed to break down any captive victims. He was an American gangster who had connections to the Mafia. His family lineage going back to the gangsters of the 1920's. Of course, Noire knew the value of such a character. This was going to be Mana's first experience with Y-Not. The reason he had that nickname was because, well, why not? That was the running joke anyway. But, Y-Not took his name very serious as Mana would soon find out.xxxxxWalking into the room where Mana had been chained, Y-Not lit a cigar and took a quick puff. "Well, well, well. Lookie what we got right here! Looks like the don done took you out, solid." Taking another inhale of his cigar, he took it out and slowly approached him. "Alright bub. Lookie right here. I'm a nice guy, ya'see. And what we're gonna be doing is a little friendly exchange of words." Crossing his arms before taking another puff, he explained, "The name's Y-Not, see? Don't ask why, that's just the name. And the name of the game, y'see is that I like to talk." As he came only a foot of distance from Mana, he held the cigar out to the side and stated, "And with liking to talk... Y'see right now, you're gonna talk about where them swords are. Just be a good fella and tell me where you put emm' and nobody has to get hurt."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 6:44 am
The dull lifeless eyes of the tenth division captain seemed to snap back into reality once a new face, a new voice entered his realm, the man was speaking but none of his words mattered to the hulking captain. His eyes finally seemed to focus once the words "zanpakuto" were spoken, as if this man believed Mana would give up the zanpakuto after his was taken from him, as if these disgusting creatures deserved the closeness of their blades when his was ripped away from him. It enraged the large man, his mutli-colored eyes seemed to fixate on the well-dressed man as his body tensed and his muscles bulged, his reiatsu which had been faint and calm flared out in rebellion as he pushed against the floor and strained the chains binding him to the point that he could quite possibly break out if he wasn't halted. The colossal figure of Mana could easily overpower the hired muscle if it was a fair fight, his anger would only fuel his strength, he was so blinded by rage that his fingernails dug into the palms of his hand and were dripping blood. "I was.. no I am the warden of the largest prison in all the realms, you think I don't know what this is? I've interrogated, and tortured... these freaks hidden away in this hopeless hole they call a base are like a sickness, the only way to fix it is to flush it all away" Mana threatened, he would take on the entire base of vizards if he needed to, fighting without a zanpakuto was never a problem for him before, his hand-to-hand prowess was immeasurable and he wouldn't be outdone by this thug. Even in the shape he was in he was confident, Noire, Shizuko, they were heavily injured and he would gladly tear them limb from limb for what they did. He needed the end to be near, he wanted to see Armageddon soon, he needed a vacation from all of this where he could properly mourn his loss. Even if it meant he'd be the harbinger of the Armageddon he prayed for.
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