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Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 17, 2016 0:29:18 GMT
"Alright, just be careful, air tends to... disappear from closed gates in a few minutes. Though I guess you already knew that?" The sentence was in part a question and in part a statement. Suffocating inside their own portal would be an horrid way to die (not that there are all that many good ways to die either), and the redhead would start worrying about Sayvahn if he starts taking too long without opening it again.
"Also, our little 'friend' tied to the apple tree should be waking soon. We'll have to ask some questions when he does." That being said, Edelweiss received the umbrella without protests and, as previously intended, passed it to the hands of whoever child was closer other than Pearl after exiting the portal. Ember took the umbrella, wasn't tall enough to shield Jasper without him crouching down, and so the object was once again passed forward for the taller lad. Quite a silent back and forth, only broken by the sound of the rain pouring from above.
“Indeed.” The older man chuckled in response to the suffocation comment. “I’ll only be here for a few minutes. I’m rather good at getting ready fairly quickly.” A skill he had to pick up while in MI, it seemed. But, that explanation was not needed, nor required of the conversation at hand. Nodding in regards to the solider, Sayvahn would not delve further and ask as to why they should questions the guard. MI was not as concerned with Sveden as the rest of Lodan— as far as Sayvahn had guessed. They had not been delving too much into the affair, aside from Castemere, but that was not intention. As far as Sayvahn was concerned, Sveden was not MI’s main objective— what, it seemed, was rather vague. As of right then, it seemed MI, and it’s mission, had come to a halt. And although Sayvahn would love to seek his own form of “vengeance” for Lasair’s parents, he doubted that the redhead would want, or ask that of him— and right then, dancing as Sayva had calmed any fires that had festered inside of him.
As the umbrella was passed around, Sayvahn closed the portal— leaving him to the tight fit which represented the 4 x 4 x 4 space. Goodness, the older man remembered it being bigger, but, perhaps it was because of all the items he had managed to store into the easy to transport portal. Regardless, the blonde was able to switch out of the gown and into a loose shirt and trousers— not formal enough for his liking, but enough to not risk indecency or damage to the dress. Opening up the portal, the feline stumbled into the rain, holding up his own umbrella with a slight hiss, taking a deep breath as he did so. Perhaps he did dislike the rain, but at least the watered earth provided the air he had been lacking in the small portal. After all, complete darkness, lack of air, and cold provided quite an enthralling experience. But, after spending too much time in such an area, “repenting,” it had become more like a sanctuary than a prison. “So.” Sayvahn began, pushing the thought from his mind. “How do you suggest we go about this questioning, hmmm?” Sayvahn inquired, stepping toward the group.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 23, 2016 1:15:00 GMT
"That depends on how much he cooperates." The redhead responded simply, moving to remove any remaining pieces of steam apparel their unconscious hostage still wore. It wasn't a full armor set - there were the boots and helmet, and Jasper had already removed the gauntlets while tying the man to the apple tree. Of rest, his clothes consisted of a coat that could be some sort of foreign uniform, and plain shirt and pants underneath that were pretty fit for Lodan's style. Edelweiss had the suspicion that group might have been trying to infiltrate the city like a few had done before, and if not, scouting around the forest and trying to shoot children up on the trees was suspicious enough to warrant an interrogation anyway. "Afterall, if he does there's no need to be rough on him." It was a pretty young lad anyway, probably wavering at the very start of his twenties or tip end of his teens. They couldn't let him go, but she'd rather not have to cause him unecessary pain if it's affordable.
The man grumbled as he started regaining conscience. The redhead gave the helmet for Sayvahn to hold and crouched down in front of the unnamed one.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Emerald orbs followed as Edelweiss undressed the other, watching carefully, expecting someone older, someone ruff, a man, or woman, but— it was a mere boy. Sayvahn opened his mouth in a silent gasp, taking the helmet rather clumsily as he tried to settle his heart. The boy. He was about Corey’s age. A bit older, but close. It shouldn’t have surpised Sayvahn as much as it did, after all, boys want to play war as well.
“L-let’s hope he cooperates then.” Sayvahn muttered, lowering his eyes. He was used to torture. Used to interrogation, even the sight of it. But young boy— it was too sudden a reminder— too sudden a forewarning— of what Corey had signed up for. The feline just hoped that the young EIRAL soldier wouldn’t be harmed, wouldn’t be captured, wouldn’t fail, like the Sveden soldier did. Yet, if Sayvahn thought that, then, wouldn’t the CAEsAL children be dead? The older man didn’t want to think about it, and instead, focused his energy on the helmet, which slowly began to creak underneath his touch, the gears, lingering in it’s system aching.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 26, 2016 19:45:14 GMT
"If anything, I'm glad I picked this one for the knock out." Edelweiss sighed. Keeping the youngest alive (at least for a while longer)... That could be seen as a merciful decision, considering the others were lifeless bodies on the ground by now, but there was also some logic behind it in the fact that younger minds were easier to manipulate and extract info from. Although it could also be called a mere streak of luck, this lad was in theory more likely to talk more while they (she hoped) wouldn't need to cause him pain. She didn't know what thoughts were crossing Sayvahn's mind right then, but at least for now she didn't see a need for any sort of physical torture. Magic would do the trick.
Eyes fluttered open, not understanding the faint glow that could be seen here and there (from the redhead multiple little Anders keeping their auras slightly visible for illumination) vanquishing the evening darkness. "...Faeries...?..." The unknown young man muttered and tried to rub his blurry eyesight clearer before realizing his arms were firmly tied against the tree on his back.
The redhead blinked. Sure, he was wrong, but they could let him call them that. It was better than being called 'witches', she guessed. "What's your name?"
Picked? Sayvahn guessed that was a way to describe the action, but the thought, the possibility, that the other soldiers could be the same age made Sayvahn tremble ever so slightly. The boy’s question of faeries made Sayvahn smile sadly, and he stepped closer, part of him wanting to touch the boy’s head, to dab away the little beads of sweat that trickled down his forehead. Yet, it was better to let Edelweiss take over. After all, it was her plan to tie the child up, to interrogate the boy in the first place. It was best to let her have free reign to do as she pleased, because maybe, the boy would be set free. But, he was Sveden afterall. Did he even deserve to be set free? “I suppose you can call us that.” Sayvahn spoke, voice soft.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 28, 2016 1:58:26 GMT
There was no answer for a moment, as the young man was apparently too busy trying to make sense of the situation he was in. It was dark, his armor was gone, and he was tied to a tree surrounded by otherworldly faeries. His head quick turned in the general direction Sayvahn's voice came from, but all his sight spotted was a pair of floating glowing eyes. "...Eeeek!!" A high-pitched frightened sound escaped his mouth. The youngest children giggled at the noise. Edelweiss did not.
"What is your name?" She repeated, keeping the same calm and level tone from before. The lad looked at her, seemed to freeze seeing her face for a second, then slowly shook his head. 'No', huh? Fine.
"Hm, I suppose that's fine to not answer this one..." She slipped a hand down the collar of his top and lightly tugged at the chain holding his tags, read it, then left it to lay visible over his coat instead of under. "But we have some questions for you, so tell us the truth." And there it started, some Deceit laced into the sentence that he likely didn't even notice, eyes slightly wide locked into the redhead's own.
"How old are you?" "Twenty one." Slipped out almost instantly. "Are you from Sveden's forces?" "...Yes."
People screaming was not new to Sayvahn, however, people screaming when they looked at him was different. Although not offended, the feline was somewhat confused, only to realize, ah, his eyes. It was one thing that darkness, that the night, could not conceal. When the children laughed, Sayvahn hushed them. “Don’t be rude, dearies.” He softly stated, keeping his eyes lowered in an attempt to hide the glowing orbs, yet, the older man couldn’t help but follow Edelweiss’ movements as she ducked her hand under the boy’s shirt, pulling out his tags. And then, the questions began, the spell, deceit, interlaced in Edelweiss’ words. Sayvahn could hear it, ever so slightly. That change in tone, that ordering, and the barber knew that the boy would speak— perhaps not to everything, but to some. “What rank?”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 28, 2016 3:05:36 GMT
"Det... lägsta läget..." That answer made Edelweiss' face contort, a mix of being impressed, amused and unamused all at once. Seemed like the lad was starting to realize replying to them was unavoidable and therefore trying to reply in a manner they wouldn't understand instead. How quaint that of all chances, they had a little smartass to deal with. On an angle, it was pretty brave of him to resist; on another, Sveden people had little to no contact with magic as well as no clue how to properly resist to it. It was almost pity-inducing. "In Lodan's language, please?" "...Cadet..." "What were you doing in the forest?" "Recon...naissance..." "How many in your group?" "Four..." "Are there any others?" "Yes..."
The man was looking ill. Heaving but failing to keep the words in, a little pale and a little shaky, like he was about to puke.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Unfamliar syllables spilled from the boy’s lips, and Sayvahn, all too quickly felt pity for the boy. He was smart. He was intelligent. Just like Corey. Clutching the helmet tighter in his hands, the barber listened to the investigation, watching the boy solely. No longer focused on the Crimson angel, or how her whole body seemed to be frozen, locked in concentration. No, the feline’s eyes remained on the Cadet. There were others, yes, and they need to push for more information, but, the solider was just a child. One capable of killing, yes, but so were so many, much younger than him, but he was young too, still so early on the aspect of adulthood; so easily corrupted, so easily defeated, so easily taken by magic.
“Stop it.” Sayvahn stated, nearly throwing the helmet onto the ground as he stepped toward the boy, wrapping his arms around the lad. “Give him a break. He’s not used to our kind.” Sayvahn whispered, dabbing at the sweat on the boy’s brow, tilting his head up ever so slightly. “Easy, easy. It’s okay. Just breathe. You’ll be okay.” The feline hummed, watching the solider closely, only knowing far too well that he would retaliate, but that would be fine. Rest was needed, regardless. “You can start the questioning again in a minute." Caressing the boy's forehead, the older man sighed. God, why did he have to resemble Corey? "Can one of the kids get him some water?” Sayvahn questioned, looking toward Edelweiss, toward the angel, who, too, used to deceit.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 28, 2016 3:48:23 GMT
"Don't---" She started, but there was no time enough to finish the warning before the Feline gathered the Sveden lad into a hug. His response was a cry of pain, then whimpering against Sayvahn, and the redhead could only sigh. "Don't move him, you'll break his arms." Even if it was just a couple centimeters, it would already be straining the Sveden's wrists and fingers and pulling at his shoulderblades and back. Not to mention the elbow joints. Jasper had done a rather strict work with the bindings, mainly considering he was used to people capable of untying themselves free at the smallest opening. Attempting to move the hostage away from the tree without undoing the ties was not a good idea, unless the intention is purposefully wounding him.
Well, now they needed a break for sure. "Alma, check for injuries." "Hm..." The younger lass hummed lowly while taking a closer look. "It was just a light pull. He might be sore, but nothing's broken." "Alright then. Painkiller, and then water." With the 'painkiller' being lower tier Health, of course. Not like any of them were carrying aspirins in their pockets.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The cry of pain registered before Sayvahn could understand what he had done wrong. The barber let go, withdrew, letting the realization, the fact of the matter, sink in. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t realize I would hurt you.” Sayvahn stated, and Damien, at a distanced, laughed. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered again, gently touching the boy’s cheek before he turned to Edelweiss, face, darkening. What kind of binding was this? The feline hadn’t seen anything like it— nor realized what “this” was, until up close. The boy’s fingers, his joints, his lower back, all were tied, as if to prevent any sort of escape. And Jasper— the children— knew this? That wasn’t normal, even for Lodan’s standards.
“You’re not just entertainers, are you? I figured you were a warrior, but this, but them. You’re something else, hmmm?” The older man stated, guard, somewhat raised. The woman could fight. It made sense, as a guild leader in a town known for war, but, it didn’t make sense when it went to this extent. “I doubt that this is a hobby too. What do you do in your spare time, Ms. Angel?” The blonde hissed, only to turn away to watch the youngest child inspect the boy. Sighing somewhat, Sayvahn took a seat by the soldier’s side. Running a hand through the feline’s hair, the barber sighed again, shaking his head. This was getting ridiculous.
“I’m sorry.” It was a universal sorry, as opposed to one directly meant for the cadet. A sorry for wanting to murder all the Sveden soliders, which he still didn’t regret, but wondered, if he should; a sorry to Edelweiss, sorry to the soldier, and lastly, sorry to Lasair. What was the feline even doing there, interrogating a Sveden soldier? It wasn’t any of the older man’s business, and yet, here he was. And Sayvahn, he was messing it all up as well. “What’s your name?” The blonde inquired, folding his hands in front of himself, as if afraid any touch would harm the boy further. “I could read your tag, but I feel like it’s more polite to ask you, and this time, without invasive means.” Though, in a way, talking still could be deemed invasive regardless.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 28, 2016 6:06:16 GMT
"Errand runner and circus assistant. I help the contortionists." Jasper responded with an indiferent shrug at Sayvahn's question that he (or Edel) wasn't only an entertainer. It was a half-truth. That wasn't the sole reason why he knew his way with knots, but wasn't a lie that he also worked with that - and anything else handy that brought in money - alongside the informant work.
"Usually, I read. Or drink tea, or walk around the city." And this, in fact, was pure truth. Whatever Edelweiss knew of combat skills were abilities acquired for her work hours, not her free time. Although independently of their reasons, Sayvahn would do well in not seeing the children of her guild as 'just children'. "But I (and them) all know combat techniques and a varied assortment of minor skills for safety and self-defense reasons... which I'm surprised your guild doesn't."
As the water was all drank, and the cup discarded, the soldier had a moment to catch his breath and turned back to look at the green glowing eyes who talked to him. "...Liam..." Being honest, he was having extreme mixed feelings about everything. He was being held prisoner, but there was no malice in how that little girl held an ice cup against his lips to drink from. Being tugged hurt horribly, but the hand of the redhead's leaning on his forehead whisked the pain away, almost gentle. He couldn't move, but being immobile didn't hurt. Glowy-Eyes was outright sitting next to him and chatting like it was tea time. There was magic everywhere, was he the only human there? He couldn't see the others from his unit. He felt abandoned, yet no one was acting particularly coldly around him. His mouth was telling more than he should, he was scared beyond his wits, but there was no yelling. It felt surreal. Maybe this was a dream...
Last Edit: May 7, 2020 9:15:23 GMT by Edelweiss Fjäril: grammar fix
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Rolling his eyes at Jasper’s comment, and Edelweiss’, Sayvahn realized that whatever he presumed to be strange was normal to them, that, or perhaps they were covering for their secret, or not so secret, endeavors. Regardless, at the quip at his own guild, Sayvahn lowered his eyes, shrugging somewhat. “Our intention is not to harm, or fight. It’s to protect, and to provide a safe haven for anders. Violence is better avoided, then taken, even in self defense.” A hypocritical thing to vouch for, when but hours ago Sayvahn had thirsted for the opposite. But, alas, things were different now; Damien, and his words were at bay, kept at a distance by the light of the children. Steadily, the soldier drank, the water, disappearing in due time and at last, the boy raised his head. God, he looked so much like Corey. But the child, Liam, was confused. Rightly so, but Edelweiss took care of him, health magic, undoing everything that the feline had inevitably done to harm the other. “Hello Liam.” Sayvahn hummed, tucking a loose strand, coated in sweat, behind the other’s ear. “Sorry to put you through this.” Sayvahn laughed, rather awkwardly, before turning to Edelweiss, green glowing eyes resting upon the glint of red. “What do you want to do now?” The older man inquired, unsure of what to do, or what he should do, knowing that his prior attempt to “help” had only caused more harm.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 30, 2016 20:07:06 GMT
The redhead couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that response. Even under pacifist views, one couldn't protect anything while remaining helpless. It would be a sweet utopian world if they could. She could practically feel the manner how Almandine tensed up, pale eyes squinted and turning to glare daggers at Sayvahn behind the night's dark cover, and Edelweiss ended up sighing and resting a hand on the girl's head for a couple seconds to calm her down. "Clashing our philosophies is pointless. But none of them would be here and alive if didn't learn how to defend."
And as for their Sveden 'guest', it was about time his break ended as well. Sayvahn's question of what she wanted to do got a raised eyebrow in response again. "Just get answers." Like she'd been doing previously. What else did he expect? They hadn't asked everything they should yet. She sat on the grass in front of Liam. "You mentioned there are others. How many?" "It's... periodic."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
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