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As the one to have captured the foreign Captain and the two lieutenants, Scylla had been granted the 'privilege' of being one of the first to see her. One of the Cadets had given her a particularly graphic book of inventive torture methods that were 'guaranteed to work, Mercenary Scylla, ma'am! They used them back in the good old days!' A lot of the Blood Mooners seemed to be perusing the small booklet, and the pictures inside. When she opened it, she was mildly taken aback by the fact that it was personalized and cartooned-- there, photocopied to the page, was an image of General Tanzanite undergoing Chinese water torture, and Captain Wolframite stretched on the rack. And there was the captain she was about to go visit, having her nails peeled off one by one. She scowled at the Cadet, tossing the book back at him, and strode into the room.

The mysterious foreign Negaverser was still unconscious when Scylla came in, and there were a few cadets eying her curiously. "Bring me some cold water." She told one, and bent down to check on the secured Captain. She was still breathing, but if she was faking unconsciousness she was doing a good job. How much tranquilizer had Scylla dosed her with? They hadn't really known who all would be with the General, so they had prepared accordingly-- she might still be drugged out of her mind. Scylla frowned, her long nails clicking on the cold cement.

It seemed everyone wanted a piece of their captives, and Scylla didn't really mind having an audience. It was only a few minutes before the Cadet came in, taking a position in the corner of the room to observe. She dipped a slim finger into the water, wincing at how ice-cold it was. Like melted snow, almost. A nod to the other Blood Mooner made them preen, and it bewildered her.

She soaked her hand in the cold water and tried torture method number one, out of mild curiosity.

It was, essentially, a modified wet willy. And what a nasty one it was! Not many people used ice water on their hands before boxing their targets ears.

She winced as the Captain gave a high-pitched squeal. Apparently that was effective. A silly little High School trick, that worked wonders. Huh. (Somehow, she doubted that Tanzanite was going to be woken up so gently.) The Eternal remained crouched in front of the Captain, watching her eyes flicker around the room, watching her struggle in her bonds.

There were snickers, whispers, but they cut off as Scylla cleared her throat.

The Captain opened her mouth, and the senshi of the Kraken smiled to recognize the language slipping from her lips. "You are our prisoner." she said in English. "I do hope that the needle did not sting you too badly. Are you comfortable?" She would speak only English for right now, and listen very carefully to anything that the Captain may say in her other language. Jada spoke very little French, mostly things that she had pciked up from Fallon, or her mother, or the language classes she had been forced to attend.

For once, it might come in handy that her family did a lot of international business. If the Captain thought that she spoke only English, she may let something slip as she grew more tired.

"I am Scylla, Senshi of the Kraken. As you can see, you are alone here. You have no allies in this place, there is nobody to come and try and save you. You have been abandoned. What is your name, Captain?"

It took almost two minutes for the Captain to finally share her name, and during those minutes Scylla waited patiently, her round face set in an attitude that was almost friendly. It was clear that the woman had a lot of choices to weigh and decisions to make. Frankly, Scylla had all the time she needed in order to get a answer out of her. The woman lying on the floor had long, straight black hair and eyes that were a fierce shade of dark green. Usually the hair would bring out the ever-present urge to play with it, but all Scylla could think about was how this person was responsible for the murder of who knew how many innocents. She had walked at the side of Tanzanite, who was a filthy murderess. There wasn't even a curse vile enough for the purple-haired general. So, was this one going to play good, or was she going to start her capture out by being a pain?

She was still fresh- most the of the Cadets were probably hoping she'd put up a fight so that they could slowly tear the prisoners down brick by brick. Jada, for her part, hoped they would just cooperate so that their eventual deaths could be pleasant and bloodless. Still, the senshi was not naive enough to think that her pipe dream would become a reality.

Finally, at last, the Captain spoke, and Scylla leaned down just a bit to hear her. Captain Dioptase, huh? A glance at the Intelligence Cadet confirmed it as truth. Well, that was a good way to start this. As a reward, Scylla stood, bending down and hauling the Captain up, from her belly to her knees, and then adjusting her so that she was planted firmly on her a**. "I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, Dioptase, but lets not start off our relationship by lying to each other."

She sat down in a chair that one of the cadets brought her, and crossed her legs neatly at the ankles. Her posture and tone spoke of privilege, something mildly at odds with her comfort level in this cold, damp warehouse. "It is a little chilly in here, don't you think?" Colder, now that Dioptase ' shoulders were wet from Scylla's icy hands. A towel was brought over to the senshi, and she smiled at the Cadet's apparent thoughtfulness, drying off her hands. "Ah, much better. Would you like me to wipe your face, Dioptase?"

Jada considered the woman in front of her, clicking her golden heel against the floor. She wasn't really cut out for this interrogation thing. There was a reason that she wasn't on the Special Forces. There was also probably a reason that she'd been assigned the small fry instead of one of the important targets. Ares knew, on some level-- probably due to her outburst a few weeks ago-- that the senshi of the Kraken didn't have the cold-blooded attitude needed to carry out some of the necessary goals. It was insulting. It was worse that it was true.

"You were very brave, you know." she said finally, conversationally, leaning back in the chair and stretching out comfortable. One leg at a time was extended, the muscles flexing as she gave a small, thoughtless noise of comfortable satisfaction. "Most people would have run off when they saw that they were facing something superior." she didn't even try and hide the amusement glinting in her eyes. "But then, you didn't think of it that way, did you?"

Did the Negaverse animals have loyalty? no, animals wasn't a word Scylla would use for them. They weren't animals, they were people. Misguided people, but she'd seen fear in their eyes, and she'd seen their demonstrations of loyalty. Even Tanzanite, the closest of the ones she'd met to being a true monster had some semblance of humanity in her when she'd cried out for her allies to run, even as she kept fighting. And this one had a glint of defiance in those pretty green eyes, even as she tried to shake the fuzz out of her head.

It wouldn't work. Even the water that they might give the prisoners was drugged, and someone would be in soon to start the true interrogation. The news had probably gotten out that Dioptase was awake, and someone would probably be in here soon to take over. Scylla would be expected to watch, most likely, as they tormented the Captain. Right now, Dioptase was being very placid, and it would be a shame to have to watch her get tormented.

"My sister goes to a school there." Scylla deliberately let it slip and then made a moue, as though she'd said too much. "Switzerland is lovely." Another plus to the theory, then, that this senshi was of a privileged background? "Of course, there was the ability to wear something a little warmer than these tiny little skirts." she pressed her legs closer together and gave a little shiver. "You understand how much more comfortable it is to be out of uniform. And of course, we both understand how impossible that is, given your situation. Maybe I'll bring some leggings in tomorrow." she glanced at one of the cadets, who nodded and rubbed their arms.

Scylla leaned over, let her hands trail in the water, and cupped some of it in one hand. "Are you parched? If you promise not to bite, I'll give you a sip. To help you talk, you know." The cadets looked uncomfortable at this. Not liking that Scylla was offering the Captain a few drops water, however icy cold and unpalatable it was? Too bad. Scylla was going to start off with the good cop/bad cop method, and if she was seen as the good cop...

Oh, the irony.

"Being a Captain," Scylla said it very slowly, very pensively, "Merely means that you have less chance of redemption. It means you've sold your soul to your false Queen and that monster that rules her, traded away more of your soul for power. The fact that you chose to use your ill-gotten skill for the benefit of others, however misguided they are, is a distinct mark in your favor, however." Dioptase probably wouldn't like hearing Scylla's opinion on her loyalty so clearly laid out on the table, however sweetly she said the words.

It still didn't answer the Captain's question. The senshi of the Kraken kept her face neutral, not letting it show how much the Captain's confusion made her feel. Yes, Scylla would kill for her teammates, and she would, in the end, likely die for them. The Blood Moon was a target now, and as strong as they may be, they could not stand alone. Ares kept her Court riding high on ego and small accomplishments, but it would not last forever.

"Technically," she finally said, mildly, "The Alps run all over the place. France, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Germany, Liechtenstein, Slovenia..." she paused, thinking. "So we were thinking of the same Alps. No mistake." she crossed her ankles, watching the girl pause. Was she considering the offer? The senshi of the Kraken swirled her fingers through the icy liquid again, listening to the quiet splashes it made on the sides.

One of the cadets stepped forward, bending and lowering their mouth to Scylla's ear so that the Captain could not hear or read what was said. Time for another mild dose of the sedative? She'd thought they wanted her to wake the girl up, not tranquilize her again. She finally nodded, reluctantly; the Captain wouldn't be drugged again, however, until she said so. "If you're sure you aren't thirsty." she said finally, the water dripping into the bucket as Scylla lifted her hand from it.

She had to extend this farce of an interrogation, but what had Dioptase done to her? She couldn't bring herself to just torment the other woman without cause, no matter what she may have done. Could she?

There was a list of questions, in the end, that all of the Negaverse agents were going to be grilled on. If there was nothing better to be done, she could always start with those.

"Tell me," she said finally, flicking her hand free of the liquid. If a few drops splattered the Captain before she toweled her hand dry, what of it? "Your teleportation. I know you can all do it, above lieutenant, and I comment you for not taking your out, Dioptase." It was too late for her now, anyway. The Blood Moon had thought of a lot of potential ways to block the ability that generals and Captains had to teleport, and would be trying them all. Possibly at once. Human test subjects- after all, the Negaverse had the only rats that could teleport.

Out of consideration for Dioptase's thirst, Scylla made things easier on everyone in the room, 'accidentally' knocking the bucket with her foot and sending the icy liquid spilling over the concrete floor, wetting the Captain's bottom, the back of her legs, wasting every drop. Her eyes widened in genuine distress at the realization she'd gotten the Captain wet, and she tossed a Cadet a 'guilty' look before jerking her attention back to the Negaverser. "Tell us a little about what it is like to teleport."

"And if you don't, we'll shove your face in the water." said one of the cadets, face like a bulldog.

Scylla didn't say anything to contradict them.

If the Eternal had known that the Captain viewed her as a threat-- apparently finally-- she would have been quite flattered. Not enough to let her go, but enough to maybe pat her on the head, or something equally degrading. The other girl was keeping her composure very well for a woman who had just been drugged and captured; then again Scylla's only experience torturing people had been taking her friends out shopping. Ares would frown on Scylla doing anything of the sort for their new 'friends' anyway.

There were a lot of things Scylla could have started with, but why start with the meat of what he court would want? It would just inoculate her to the questions. Start out with something small. Innocent. Open her mind, maybe relax her a little when she found out that she wasn't being hurt persay. "Tell me about it." she said finally, a note of wistfulness she couldn't hide in her voice. What was it like? It sure looked interesting. And there really were so many things that could be done with it. "How you were taught about it?" Any little details would be interesting, after all.

Scylla didn't look disappointed. Not around her face, though her eyes wrinkled a little bit when the other woman didn't give an answer. Her little sign of displeasure seemed to be enough of an excuse for the petite cadet- Bulldog, Dioptase might remember her as for the future- to ball up her fist and smash it against the side of Dioptase's head. "Cadet!" The senshi's face was belligerent now, frustration tingeing her tone. "Back to your corner. I didn't ask for your kind consideration."

In some ways it was like an icebreaker, Scylla decided, and the Good Cop, Bad Cop tone was set. Ironic. She hadn't missed the sadness that had crossed the Captain's face only briefly, and now the senshi didn't move to lift the Captain from where she had fallen. Now the other Cadet was re-entering her cell, a needle in hand. "How do you do it, though. Explain it to me." Scylla left her position, moving to sit on the cement floor, joining the Captain almost symbolically in the puddle.

Conspiratorially, almost. "What does it feel like? How do you decide where you are going. Give me a conscious process, Dioptase. Please."