ROMAN ROYALS — INTERROGATION

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray panthera hybrid with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

The raid had been more than just a success. Some Pitt stains had been captured and most of his crewmates had been rescued except for Keona and it frustrated him greatly. He had also heard gossip that Guru had been killed but he didn't hold much concern as she had been absent ever since having their kids and simply disappeared from the face of the earth. It was hard for him to feel any pity or fear with someone that he held no care for. Unlike Stryker, Pincher had grabbed someone that was quite a common face in the Pitt or so he hoped as he stepped down into the catacombs where the prisoners were kept. A blue flame hovered over his head for visibility in the darkness and he halted in front of one caged cell where the female was, his dangerous cold blue gaze locked onto her.

“Rise and shine, missy. It's time for you to prove your worth to me.”

His usually deep voice was faint and ragged, dark grey bandages hiding the wounds on his neck that were healing from the raid. Pincher opened the cage and used his water elementals to bloodbend Cosette to follow him. As he stepped out and headed over to the clearing of Barracuda Bay, his dark ears pinned to his skull as he went to a palm tree and forced Cosette to stand facing the tree while he wrapped rough iron chains around her front paws. He stepped back and conjured some small knives, one paw flicking one up and down as he rumbled “Let's begin...who are you in the Pitt?” Despite his raw aching voice making him sound soft and weak, there was a darkness and ice like rage boiling inside of him as he wanted to avenge the damage that they had done to his crew.

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❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She isn't sure when she passed out. She doesn't know how long it's been, and as she comes to, she can barely register the voice calling out to her. Her head is pounding, throat parched as she lifts her head, not even close to being awake when she suddenly gets up, not of her own accord. But it's enough to jolt her into consciousness, the panic settling in and her heart beating hard in her ears. Eyes darting around, they finally focus on Pincher, unsure who he is but knowing that he wasn't good news.

There's millions of questions buzzing inside her mind as they walk, the salty air invading her nostrils and burning. Where was she? She had never seen this place before. The Typhoon. This must be where they lived. Suddenly her mind was clearing, but it didn't do her any good, only furthering her fear. Were they going to kill her for what they had done against them? She couldn't say that they would be in the wrong for it.

Her paws bound, Cosette watches the male with wide eyes, her chest stuttering at the sight of the knives. She had nowhere to go, no way of getting away. "I-I'm just a Seeker. I d-don't know a-anything." the serval stutters, shaking her head quickly. "Ju-just let me go, pl-please." she doubted he would listen, but her pleas were instinctive, the corners of her eyes burning.

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[Grey]

Torture is something he would never have wanted to be responsible for but being in this world had changed him. Perhaps he can say, with much reluctance and difficulty, that it hardened him. He has always lived within a strange grey area. A boy with immoral morals. And yet, despite all he had lived for, he looks coldly towards the prisoner who was shaking in fear, enveloped by the moment and fate bestowed upon her. Bakugou grimaces at Goldenluxury, assuming the Dealer would never understand with her current state. He just wanted her to regain her memories. It's frustrating to watch her like this. "Don't know anythin'," he echoes the Pittian Seeker in annoyance, rolling his sanguine eyes. Her mistake was being part of The Pitt to begin with. He wan't buying the girl's statement of not knowing anything either. People said all kinds of shit just to get themselves out of trouble and Bakugou found his patience always wore thin when it came to the ones he considered his friends, his good comrades. That Pittian captive had been part of the reason why such a terrible fate had befallen Goldenluxury. It was her fault, her fault this had happened. She shouldn't have been a part of The Pitt to begin with.

He stares at the bengal Dealer with daggers, embittered by her remark. She wasn't one to talk. Goldie doesn't understand the feelings The Typhoon had been put through because of these - his gaze narrows at Cosette's form - lowlifes. "You're in no position to beg," the Reaver says to the prisoner, doing his best to tune Goldenluxury out. He doesn't want to here her ask for the Captain to let the Seeker go. Cosette doesn't deserve special treatment. "You're supposed to be answerin' our questions and that's what you'll do." The ragdoll lets off a smokey huff before sitting down, neatly curling his fire-tail behind him.

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]There were things in the male's past that he regretted doing, there were things he wished he'd done more of before retiring his good ol' lawbringing boots, but one thing which he did have the power to change was his heart. Feliks thought he did at least, he'd tried shutting it off countless times as to avoid the aches that life brought him, but seeing someone in a vulnerable position like that caused something within him to tug at strings. "Seeker or slave?" the griffon asked with a world-weary tone, instantly eyeing up the marks along the serval's back as he approached. Anything that took him away from the sights of shackles, he'd make things up and be the good cop if it meant not seeing have to see the bastard iron anytime soon. "Because your mouth says one thing and your body says another,". Goldie's and Baku's words graced his ears, the male not budging an inch to give them a reaction for their contrasting ideals. "I reckon it's the latter y'know. No one who tucks their tail at the sight of one painted dude is heartless enough to be happy with the slaves running about,". It probably wasn't the latter, but damn it felt like it in his guts. A situation seen before, Feliks knew all too well that captives tended to cover for their abusers as a form of Stockholm Syndrome, with such a disposition and appearance it was easy for Feliks to mistake it for another sad story.

[ROSEMARY]

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The ocelot cautiously walked over, her forked tail lashing behind her -- she heard of their recent problems with the Pitt, knew they captured one of them in the raid. But, as she came closer, she anticipated a more grisly captive. Someone with horns and severe injuries, not a terrified girl. She eyed Pincher's knives and the captive, her tongue dragging over the edges of her teeth in thought. Rosemary never liked seeing women suffer; she stepped in when Caesar tortured a hapless kid from the Ascendants, though now seemed a different matter when the Pittian was an adult. The captive willingly joined a group that practiced slavery and more grotesque tortures than the Typhoon ever did.

"I can poke around inside her mind, instead," Rosemary offered, her voice flat and emotionless, per usual. Her ears flicked as she added, "Torturing people isn't a reliable way to extract information -- they'll just lie and lie to stop the pain. But it's harder to lie to a telepath." The witch nearly bit her tongue to keep herself from saying that; she never liked mentioning that she could manipulate people's minds. She could count the number of people that knew for certain how adept she cut into minds -- her coven, Coldblue, and Solveig. Her ears flicked, eyes locking onto Pincher and the captive as she waited for her brother's decision.

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[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the angel had always hated tortures. interrogations. from the political point, perhaps they could be useful, a necessary evil; he never understood why these creatures sought out confrontation, reasons to start wars, petty little vices of the mortal world. peace would never be a reality here, not with the darkness that curled itself around each and every being. pincher... he had always been this way, fueled by something akin to spite, hatred, rage. the captain would never be free of it, not until the day he breathed his last. junji hoped then he would be at peace. a regrettable, perhaps wicked thing to wish death upon someone, but was it so harsh to wish rest upon a restless soul?

the soothsayer didn't want to watch this, no matter how much he disliked the pitt and their ways. yet he found himself slowly approaching the group, peering around them to settle his gaze upon the girl trembling before pincher. he desperately wanted to step in, stop it before it could start; junji had not seen cosette during his time in the pitt, and she had done no harm to goldie, him, or keona. she was innocent. she didn't deserve this. stryker did, or someone else that actually hurt them.

the angel remained silent. he admired goldenluxury for speaking up, but junji, he didn't have it in him. he curled his wings closer to himself and lowered his gaze to the ground.

[MirrorEdge]

The young kitsune made her way over, blue gaze settling on the sniveling serval with no sympathy in her eyes, one of her tails twitching. "And why would we let you go, miss? It's not as though you're completely innocent. I'm not sure any Pittian is." She raised a paw, the one that had recently healed and still gave her a bit of trouble, the cheerfulness in her tone not quite matching up with her words. "Even if you didn't do anything to a Typhooner, I'm sure you didn't raise a claw to help them, either." That was her point of view on the matter, and she didn't sugarcoat it. Doing nothing in a situation you didn't agree with should still be considered a crime. Surely, she had even a little bit of information, useful or not. Such as weaknesses in defenses.

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[OWEN.]

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"We're pretty bad, but we don't have slaves.." Owen rumbled as he arrived, the indominus rex settling in on the ground to watch the whole session go down. Yeah. No. The girl looked terrified, and Owen was enjoying it. "Ooh, you'll need to watch those fearful emotions, hun. I suggest hiding it. Ferals like the smell of it." He mumbled softly, making a indirect remark about the raptors still roaming around the area.

TAGS • THE TYPHOON • 27 M/O • GERMAN SHEPHERD | INDOMINUS REX • #RAPTORFAM

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[Masie]

The statement made by Owen about feral creatures enjoying the scent of fear, was quickly proven to be true. Seemingly out of no where? A blur of downy brown could be seen by the gathered animals as the slightly smaller than domestic feline size raptor baby charged forward. Most of the time, the infant was very docile compared to her sisters, she was sweet even if a bit too adventurous. However the young one was still a feral raptor, and untrained compared to her sisters, instinct was what she had. Everything in her, screamed for an attempt to take down 'the prey' which she did attempt. Unless someone intervened, Masie would attempt to jump on top of the bound animal with her tiny dagger claws.