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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 1:45 am
He'd been told that there were others, (there were always others). He'd been told that this was up his alley, (it was not his preference nor to his liking). He'd been told that he would like this. He'd been told enough about himself that he was growing more and more tired of it all and as he opened the door to the cell all he could do was sigh heavily. "So, let's start with the basics." He noted that someone had already been kind, various instruments laid neatly on a table off to the side. "Name and rank and anything else you'd like to provide."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 4:13 pm
She'd sensed him before he'd even made it to the door, and that aura alone was enough to put the corrupt on edge. She had backed herself into the corner of the cell near the bed by the time he'd let himself in, and if one was to compare the dainty dancer to something in nature, she'd most closely resemble a frightened cat that had been cornered. "And if I'd rather not tell you anything?" Even now, even frightened, she still had that cultured, refined tongue. A creature of class and manners that was perhaps rare in this war. She'd talked to Aegir, but he'd been more or less kind. This senshi, or prince, or whatever he happened to be. He set the girl's teeth on edge just standing in her presence.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 1:45 pm
Cold blue eyes narrowed as once more, he let out a sigh. "Then we do this under the assumption you will not talk willingly. That in turn, will force my hand." He went over, one hand grasping her jaw so she would be forced to look at him. "I asked for your name and rank. You, as a solider of a so called army should know the basics. In times of war, one must reconcile certain losses to further their own ends and means. Sometimes, you capitulate to the demands of the opposition so you might fight to see another day. It runs a lesser risk than pure defiance. Pure defiance will win you nothing. Now I ask you again." He let go of her jaw, pulling away to give her some few feet of space. "Your name and rank." Beejoux Castor is always defaulted in his eternal form, unless he's stated as royal, he'd be eternal
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 4:43 pm
In times of war, it was important not to go spilling pertinent information to the opposing forces. Ceraskia might not have been terribly well versed on war time proceedings, but she knew that much. But that did beg the question, was her name and rank the sort of information that was worth holding onto under threat of pain? Fingers closed around her jaw, grip uncomfortably tight, bordering on painful. She swallowed as she tried to jerk her head away, and failed, dark eyes widening as she stared up at him. Pure defiance will win you nothing.Pure defiance would let her cling to her loyalty to her mistress. Would her general want her to hold her tongue? Would she want the dancer injured for something, as of yet, so trivial? She swallowed again before answering, words clipped and cold. "Ceraskia, new to the fold."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2016 7:55 pm
He smirked. "And really, was that so difficult?" He did not injure he but rather kept himself near the instruments, ever ready to pose that threat. "Next question, what is your sphere and who's your leader. Not Metallia, but your superior. A agent of your rank would be of no significance to Metallia" He lifted a hammer. "Unless of course you are?" He swing without warning, hitting the hammer to her shoulder, not enough to break but enough to hurt and hurt deeply. "Just a warning of what will be made worse if you don't cooperate."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 9:31 am
Now that was a matter of opinion. The young Corrupt would argue that nothing about her imprisionmwnt or this interview proved anything but difficult, but that wasn't an argument she would win. Again, it was better to bite her tongue, giving only what was demanded, and then doing even that much under obvious protest. Of course she wasn't untouchable. Lips set and brows drawn low in glare of clear disdain, she'd been mulling over an answer when he struck her rather unexpectedly. Now, the dancer wasn't unaccustomed to pain, but this was different. This was nothing she invited or caused. This was just awful, aching pain that radiated from her shoulder outward, delicate fingertips tingling. It had her clutching at her arm, shrinking back against the wall as much as humanely possible, eyes widening again. "Scorn. My sphere is scorn, and I answer to Lady Schorl."
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