THE SKY TIDES NPC JOURNAL (tidesnpc) wrote in theskytides,
THE SKY TIDES NPC JOURNAL
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I just have a few simple questions [Closed]

Characters: Deanna and our favorite neighborhood impostor. Other characters involved in his capture may show up later.
Content: There's a pesky shapeshifter chained up in the brig. It's time to get some answers.
Setting: The brig of the Amestris.
Time: Shortly after Bradley went AWOL
Warnings: Torture, references to death and violence





In a cell hidden away at the very back of the Amestris' brig, a young androgynous figure lay on the floor, wrapped completely in chains. His spiky dark hair lay limp on the ground and he glared at the bars. He didn't always look like this, though: for the past few months he walked free under the guise of one Commander Edgeworth. However, the game was over now. He knew the humans had plans for him, but he wasn't impressed. Little did he know, however, that something inhuman was coming his way very soon.</strike>
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Unhurriedly and leisurely, Deanna Troi walked down the hall of the brig, all the way to the end. Her bootheels clicked ominously over the metal floors, announcing her presence long before she actually got within sight of the prisoner. They were meant to. He was meant to know she was coming.

Finally arriving at the last cell, the demi-human telepath raised an eyebrow at her latest toy. Her trademark smirk was, surprisingly, not on her lips at the moment. She was working, after all. And as much as she enjoyed her job, she did always strive to treat it with a sense of professional detachment. At least for now. "Comfortable?" She did not waste time trying to sense out his emotions, which were of course, easy for her. The thoughts would come later, and she had all sorts of lovely things to help extract them.

It was going to be fun.
If Troi expected fear or compliance, she might be disappointed. When he looked at her, the look in his eyes was anything but respectful. The only emotions his face betrayed were contempt and a vague sense of annoyance.

"What do you think?" he rasped out, with a rough edge to an otherwise boyish voice.
The barest hint of a smile grew in the corners of her lips. Deanna was pleased that he did not seem cowed. That would change, and she very much enjoyed a challenge. His emotions were boring at the moment, so she did not dig deeper, though she did move to unlock the cell so that she could enter.

"I think it's quite probably going to get worse before it gets better," she practically purred. "Unless you simply want to make this easy on yourself?" She hoped he wouldn't.
He smirked, and said, "In other words, you want me to spill my guts. Is that right?"
Deanna raised an eyebrow, and entered the cell, locking the door behind her. There were security officers at the end of the hall, of course, should she need them. But she doubted it. She had rather unique methods of self defense when she was Interrogating, after all. "Your inner organs are not what interests me, though that may become an option. We'll see. I want your mind." The words were simple and matter-of-fact, but her voice went cold and dangerous, and bespoke that she would have it- or take it.
He met her gaze head on, and his slitted, indigo eyes glittered in the darkness. For a moment he was silent, but soon his grin broadened.

"My mind? You really don't know what you're getting into here, do you?"
Rather than be disturbed at his apparent bravado, Deanna only took it in stride, and came a bit closer to the prisoner, leaning over him. "Not yet. But I will."

From the pocket of her skirt, she pulled out a small device, only a few inches in length, and held it. It was flat but slightly curved, more resembling a piece of costume jewelry than anything else, and bore the shape of a parabola with a sword through it. "A rather ingenious device, this. Certainly one of my favorites. Care to guess what it does?" she purred, amused. Her tone was the sort a cat might use while toying with a mouse before killing it.
He stared at it for a moment, brow furrowed in a cautious sort of curiosity, before his annoyance returned.

"Let me guess," he drawled, "Your toy's there to help 'encourage' me, right? That a little pain's all it will take to make this go nice and easy."
"Oh, not at all, dear." Deanna was not an incredibly tall woman, but she loomed over her latest Target, carrying herself imperiously and dangerously. She brushed her fingers through the hair of the prisoner almost playfully, and then set to work attaching her little toy to him. "The Agonizer is a tool to help smooth the process along, true. But 'nice and easy' is far from how I want this to go."
The prisoner winced and squirmed as she attached the device, and spat out a few half-finished protests until she finished.

"Hey, knock it off-watch where you're putting that thing!"

He huffed, and when she answered him, he replied, "You humans really are a vindictive bunch, aren't you?"
She couldn't help but laugh at that, eyebrows raising in incredulity. So her prisoner wasn't human. That was hardly shocking, given his shape-shifting ability. Her laugh melted into a smile as she waited for the mana crystal in the Agonizer to pulse and fully merge with his nervous system. It seemed to take longer than normal. Interesting.

It finally emitted a solitary chirp, and Deanna's smile intensified. When her eyes met his they were dark, cold, and deadly. "...What makes you think I'm human?" she purred almost pleasantly. Without any further warning, she promptly activated the Agonizer.
Before he could respond the device powered on. There was no slow, gradual buildup. Instead, the pain was sudden, sharp, and intense. The creature howled and writhed in pain and his chains scraped against the floor as he thrashed around, but it ended just as soon as it began. He panted harshly, but in a moment, he let out a sharp bark of laughter.

"Bradley was right about you!" he wheezed. "You're a lot more interesting than I gave you credit for."
Oh this was going to be fun. Instead of being upset at his laughter, Deanna's reaction was just the opposite. She preferred for her Targets to be difficult to break. It made winning over them all the sweeter.

Her eyes glittered. "Thank you." She was rather sad she'd never gotten a chance to have such a fun little 'chat' with the Grand Admiral. Ah well. Her current playtoy would have to do. Still smirking, she paused before turning her device back on, giving him a chance to cooperate if he wanted, though she hoped he didn't. She tuned her empathic senses to him directly, wanted to be able to pick up the slightest emotion at her next question. "Flattery and appeals to my vanity are lovely, dear, but what else did Bradley tell you?"

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Forcing her own opinions to take a step back, she watched the images unfold, clinging to her sense of professional detachment as heavily as she clung to each memory in turn, finally dragging herself completely into the relative safety of the eye of his mind. It was almost shockingly calm compared to the whirlwind of thoughts that raged outside of it, and she buried her hooks in deep to stay there as long as she could. At the sight of the stone coming to life and forming the life around it, her mind began racing and making connections. She knew she had read something of this before, but struggled to remember what or when. For now, she shoved that to the back as well, and focused only on what she was seeing. There would be time enough for analysis later, and she certainly didn't want to miss anything he was showing her because she'd been too busy contemplating it. That wouldn't do at all.

My, you've been busy, haven't you? So much of the current status of the world seems to have stemmed directly from you. But who's the one ordering it, hmm? I doubt it's all you on your own. Focusing her own abilities, she flexed the hook buried in the memory of the seven people clad in black, forcing it back to forefront. And these... they help, too, don't they? But they're peons like yourself... not the puppetmaster. Whose orders are you taking? Taunting was always a good way to get information, especially when so deeply rooted inside memories. After all, there was little enough he could actually do to her now she was so deep inside his inner mind. Though it wouldn't do to get careless. The Agonizer remained high, though physically, she reached out to his face and caressed it almost gently. She could afford to, at the moment. So much hatred... but the jealousy is the root of that, isn't it? I wonder what it is that you desire so.

And why you detest yourself. For you must, to be so very jealous of everyone else.
...Father...

There was a reappearance of the shadowy man from before. He sat imperiously in his throne, clad in white robes, his face still ensconced in shadow. He was larger in life and his image grew and expanded as he loomed massively over the figures in black; this was perception, not reality.

The screams in physical reality finally faded, and his voice weak, he rasped out, "You...you don't need him."
Sliding her fingers down a bit, she gradually trailed them down to the Agonizer, and lowered the intensity of it just a little. The change in setting was almost imperceptible, but she knew that to his almost overstimulated nerves it would feel like a world of difference. She wondered what he'd be willing to tell her to keep it from going back up again.

She bothered to ask her next questions aloud, though her hold on his mind remained as deeply rooted as it had been before. She laughed at his attempt at reassuring himself. "Don't you? But you're far too weak on your own to not need anyone, aren't you? Why else would you be so jealous?" She decided a change in tactic was in order- as well as maybe it was time for some more audible communication, for the sake of her recording unit if nothing else. She lost some of her smugness, and when it came again, her voice was much more conversational, almost pleasant.

"This... 'Father' or of yours... he can't be biological, now can he, since you were 'born' from a stone. I suppose Bradley was created the same way? That would make sense as no one seems to remember him as a child." In his mind, she was waiting for the questions to stir more thoughts or feelings or images. Anything, at this point, was helpful. All information was worth having.
He felt disgust at her touch and at his sense of relief when it lowered. It was, however, tempered by a sense of skepticism: she wasn't going to stop. She was going to continue to toy with him, like a child ripping off the legs of a grasshopper. His hatred towards Troi ran deep, but oddly enough, some of it was also directed at himself: at himself for being so weak as to get caught in this position. When she taunted him, he didn't say or think anything in response. He just continued to seethe silently.

When she mentioned Bradley, though, he felt a sense of amusement. Bradley was different, somehow, but he didn't think on how. It was a minor victory, if any at all, and it was enough for him to resist the pain if ever so slightly.

"Not...quite!," he panted out. "But...but you're a smart lady, aren't you? You tell me what you...hngh...think."
His hatred of her really didn't concern her much at all. She was used to being hated, used to being feared. If anything, it only made her sense of amusement grow. At his words, she laughed again, a cold, deadly sound that contained very little actual mirth. Or at least none that would benefit him at all. "Appeals to my intellectual vanity aren't going to do much for you, you know. This isn't about my thoughts. Not at all. Adding my own impression of what I find in that wonderfully complicated mind of yours only comes after I've... exhausted you as a resource." She ran her fingers down his cheek and neck again, knowing he detested it. It was the reason she did it.

"But more to the point: if Bradley isn't the same as you, then what is he? Something else having to do with that stone of yours?" Her hand traveled lower still, almost looking like they would move back to the Agonizer, though it became obvious that that wasn't her destination. Instead her fingers lightly traced over his chest, where she knew the stone in question resided. She knew what it was, now. The part of her mind not currently engaged in reading his own had finally remembered where she'd heard of it before.
His skin crawled, at both her touch and her words, but before he could resist he had the sudden mental image of human infants, kept in a stark room. In the back of his mind was another image: a drop of thick crimson liquid that, when it fell, didn't splash but rather solidified into a flexible, round lump that shone like a gem.
If there had been any shred of doubt in her mind that she was dealing with some sort of Philosopher's stone, it was laid to rest by that final image. But she found her attention more drawn to that of the first one. Not, of course, from any sort of concern for the fate of those infants. Experimentation on children was nothing new, and Deanna wasn't the type of person who would much care.

She probed at the image a bit, wanting to see more. Her hand hovered over his chest, and her fingers dug into the space between one or two the chains, just because she could. And physical contact was always helpful. Show me.
There was another flash, toddlers, children, youths in the labs, but he shoved those shots aisde.

Or what?!, he spat back, spurred on by his fury. I've seen how you are - you're just going to sit here ripping away, no matter what I tell you.
Deanna laughed in his mind again, haunting and cold and deadly. Of course I will, dear. I won't stop until you show me everything I want to know. You may as well make it easier on yourself and show me now. The sooner you do, the most useful you'll be after we're done.

Her hand fluttered back to the Agonizer, and turned it back up to the highest setting. I might even consider letting you live.
Might?!

His chest shook as his screams melted into hysterical laughter, and it wasn't long before his entire frame shook.

Might! You know, you really have to work on your negotiating skills!

There was a darkness lurking in the back of his mind, a deep and primal fear that hid at the edges of his mind. It wasn't fear of her, specifically; no, it was fear of something worse than even what she had to offer.
That fear was intoxicating, though Deanna's brow furrowed in a small crease. She got the distinct impression that that lovely fear wasn't directed at her. Which was an odd thing indeed.

She lowered the settings on the Agonizer again, just because the contrast would be that much greater when she turned it back up later. Negotiation isn't my job, dear. Neither is pandering to my Targets. You have information I want, and I will get it, one way or another. I was merely trying to make it easier for you. But I suppose that's what I get for trying to be nice....
Try your best, he spat back, But I'm telling you, there's nothing you - or anyone - can do that's worse than what he can do to me.

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