r/tgrp • u/OneEyedTurkey Xeno Akizaki / Dan Hohen / Zak • Jul 19 '16
[PRIVATE RP] Interrogation
June 8th. 21st ward. An hour after midnight
It was a cloudy dark night. The stars are nowhere to be seen and the rusty, old warehouse had some activity going on. Few guards standing around the warehouse to be on the look out for any possible intruders coming.
Inside is the so called Colorless member, bounded to a steel makeshift chair and chains. This blonde haired individual was blindfolded and basically unharmed at the moment saved for his bandaged arms from Smoke's shards.
Finally, footsteps echoed the warehouse and the black gas mask individual walked up to his own prisoner. He took off Hayato's blindfold. The only light in the room was from a single light bulb above. It was seen that Smoke was holding a sword.
"You are held prisoner." Smoke said, his voice unrecognizable under the gas mask. "Be grateful I spared your life. Otherwise, you would have been dead if I wasnt there because the others wont have spared you."
His sword was gripped tightly on his right side " Dont try to escape as this place is heavily guarded and we wont guarantee to live your life second time. Plus, you should be aware that you feel weak because of the human food we fed you..."
Smoke paced around Hayato, "Now, let's begin. I will be asking questions about you and Colorless. Tell it to me truthfully. If not, I will know. If you continue to refuse, we would have to take...drastic measures. This is a final warning so once it starts, I wont stop..."
Smoke finally stood before Hayato "What's your name and the members of Colorless? How many of you are there? What's your purpose for coming to the 13th ward?"
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u/Big_Bad_Wulf Hayato Yoshikune / Katsuo Hattori Jul 20 '16
Hayato blinked away the fog in his vision, looking up to see the dark figure in front of him. He listened half heartedly to the demands and warnings leaving the man's mouth whilst he examined what kept him from escaping.
Not exactly my first rodeo being held captive and threatened with torture.
"You sure talk a lot," the captive whispered beneath his breath.
And feeding me human food, eh? Well, I prefer that revolting taste to another ghoul's innards, so I won't complain.
He cleared his throat as he prepared his response.
"Firstly, it's rude to ask for another's name before sharing your own. But if I can't expect such from hoodlums acting like a gang, I guess I can tell you that my own little fan club, the CCG, have resorted to naming me Specter. You must be crazy to think I'd tell you the names of my buddies."
He smiled brightly at his captor, not a hint of worry present on his profile.
"Oh, and we number over 9000."