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Post by Envy on Oct 5, 2007 11:33:52 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
He was shaking. He didn't dare to move, for Tucker was holding the threads very tightly, and every movement brought much pain. he was kneeling on the ground, completely ignored Breda and looked to Havoc's eyes. *You are asking the wrong question, officer,* he hissed, it resemled a whisper of the devil. *And you are the wrong man to ask. The only one who attacks innocent villages, killing innocent people is you. We are just defending our homeland!* His voice rised up. *How dare you accuse us of your crimes?*
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Post by chess on Oct 5, 2007 12:32:39 GMT -6
Havoc scratched his head, this was getting them no where, and frankly his paitence was wearing thin. 'Ill ask again, where are you going to attack next?' he said.
He had clamed down by now, and his hands were no longer shaking. The man in front of him looked pitiful, but then again he was being held by thread in his ears and his himeland was being destroyed. Havoc understood this but why? The military had wanted to help and now this had happened. His neck stung a bit, but to show pain in front of the emeny was unthinkable.
Breda was getting annoyed, 'the higher ups would have had this sorted by now' he thought to himself. But then again Havoc was a higher up to him. He didnt want to disobey orders the sooner they got answers and killed this guy the better.
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Post by Envy on Oct 7, 2007 14:28:06 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*You are wasting your time,* whispered the scarred and humiliated man. *I am just a common soldier. But you will find out. Oh yes, you will find out really enough!* He lifted his head up and started laughing hysterically. His brain was getting cracked and he released all the tense into an insane laughter. *We will come out of the woods, through the long grass, from the shadows and attack where you will not expect it. Turn back while you still can!* The laughing intensity increased. *For you will all die!*
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Post by chess on Oct 8, 2007 9:04:35 GMT -6
Havoc sat back in his seat, this was getting no where, this man had just laughed at them. Havoc didnt blame him either, this was a bit pointless, this guy was helping them and he felt like he was wasting his time here.
Breda grumbled in the corner, 'Havoc you are one stupid idiot; he thought to himself. Havoc looked over and Breda motioned for him to come to him. 'This is stupid, this guy clearly isnt going to help us I think now is the time to get the higher ups' Breda whispered. Havoc looked disapointed this was a last resort, but he guessed Breda was right. 'Fine, do it' he whispered sighing. Breda quickly left the room. Havoc went back to his seat in front of the Isbalian, 'Why cant you make this easier on yourself' he thought to himself looking into the mans eyes.
Breda walked down the hall, he didnt want to do this but this guy had annoyed him and the military he served by laughing at them...that was the last straw. Enough talk time for action he thought.
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Post by Envy on Oct 8, 2007 9:43:12 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
His emotions were changing swiftly. From insane laughter he switched to mockery and sarcasm. *Oh, and I should help you, should I? Help you slaughter my own people? help you kill the ones I love? That is truly logical!* He moved his head closer to Havoc, carefully, not to disturb Tucker, who was still holding the threads. *Don't you have any family, officer? I guess you don't, because then you would understand what I am talking about!*
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Post by chess on Oct 8, 2007 10:01:29 GMT -6
Havoc had to hinde his anger, this is what you were suspose to do in this job, dont show emotion, dont show you are annoyed. He had, had training in dealing with these kind of questions. Havoc looked in to the mans eyes, he wasnt about to answer this guys question. 'This guy must be scared' Havoc thought 'he's pulling out all the stops to annoy me' Havoc sat back in his seat, he was fed up with this guy and gave Tucker a small nod to pull tighter on the threads.
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Post by carduus on Oct 8, 2007 11:07:30 GMT -6
TUCKER:
He had complied with a satisfied grin and pulled so hard the threads sliced by a little and then got stuck in the clotted blood.
ARCHER:
Walking down the corridor with a strategy board under his left arm, a rolled-up map of the region and a pointer to accompany it, when he met Breda in the corridor. He regarded him with a slight lift to the chin, squinting his eyes.
"Do you have no work around, soldier?"
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Post by chess on Oct 8, 2007 13:08:14 GMT -6
Breda stopped and saluted 'Sir' he stated, 'Im helping Lt Havoc, with an interagration of an Ishablian that was brought in' he rested his arm back down again. 'Im on my way to get another officer' as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Havoc was sitting back in his seat, he opened the top of his shirt, this little room was getting hotter. It didnt have any windows for obv reasons....at least the man had remained quite.
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Post by carduus on Oct 8, 2007 13:24:49 GMT -6
ARCHER:
Arches one eyebrow at the mention of an Ishbalite and an interrogation, and makes a mental note to himself that the soldier did not approach him directly, as he was of high rank.
"Lead."
He snapped coldly.
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Post by Envy on Oct 8, 2007 14:58:26 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
He managed to remain absolutely quiet, even though the pain was horrible. But that lasted only a while. *DO YOU THINK YOU WILL ACHIEVE ANYTHING BY DOING THIS!?!!* he shouted in pain. *ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK ME??? IGNORANT FOOL!!!*
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Post by chess on Oct 8, 2007 15:57:33 GMT -6
'Sir thats not necessary...honestly' Breda tried to get out of it, Archer was a tough Lt Colonel to handle and he knew Havoc would kill him if he brought back Archer.
Havoc sat there, he, in some sick way, loved his job. Torturing his witnesses untill they gave in and told him anything and everything he wanted to know. He say back in his chair. Tucker was a good partner in this, he always knew what to do. 'I see that it hurts huh, well how about this answer my question and ill tell him to leave you alone..'
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Post by carduus on Oct 9, 2007 3:10:33 GMT -6
ARCHER:
*Snaps back coldly, displeased with the soldier, but then adding with fake concern*
"You did not wish to go and further burden Colonel Mustang, did you? I will gladly relieve him of some of his daily burdens." Adds in a low and cold voice, articulating dangerously: "Now comply."
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Post by Envy on Oct 9, 2007 3:23:48 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!* Scar-san yelled! *I AM JUST A PART OF ISHBALIAN CAVARLY INFANTRY! I WILL TELL YOU ALL I KNOW! JUST TELL HIM TO STOP* He was breaking now, not yet finished, but close to it.
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Post by carduus on Oct 9, 2007 3:45:07 GMT -6
[TUCKER:]
Just pulling the strings seemed boring now, soon they would just slice through the ears and it will be over... but before that, perhaps a small display of what could come next would be in place - he grabbed the threads into one hand and with th other grabbed to another needle from his apron (waxed thread already through it). He thrust his hand infront of Scar's face and... waited.
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Post by Envy on Oct 9, 2007 9:44:55 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
He looked on the needle in horror. Then he adressed Havoc directly: *MAKE HIM STOP! OR I WILL FORGET EVERYTHING! I WILL TALK! JUST PUT IT AWAY!* Scar-san wasn't experienced soldier or some tought guy. he was only 24 years old, a patriot, who voluntered to join the army to stop the Amestris invasion. he have seen some fights, killed a few soldiers, but was never prepared for the horror of torture. Even the death of his father and brother had no place here.
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Post by chess on Oct 9, 2007 11:59:36 GMT -6
'Stop' Havoc said putting his hand up. 'So you want to talk now do you...tell me everything you know about this rebellion and what your people plan to do.' He said with a small smile on his face. Then leaning in closer he said bearly above a whisper he said 'And this better be the truth...Tucker doesnt like to be stopped' He gave Tucker a look that said be on guard. The Havoc sat back and waited for the caged bird to sing.
Breda on the otherhand was sweating, he was scared of Archer there was something about him that just screamed creep. Breda had two fears dogs and this guy. 'Sir, I must insist that your services will not be needed in the interogration. Thank you anyway for the kind offer....but...' Breda begun to panic...his lofty speech he had in head was going perfectly untill the end, now Archer was bound to know he was lying.
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Post by carduus on Oct 9, 2007 12:45:49 GMT -6
TUCKER:Disappointed, he lowers the needle, but then decides to make a few exemplary stitches through Scar's shirt - not hurting the young man, but making a point as the wax needle mercilessly tugged at the fabric it was sewed through. ARCHER:"You forget yourself, soldier! You disobey my orders, hinder me in my work and waste my time all at the same time. But could more be expected of Colonel Mustang's crew - oh no, they even have to make it crystal clear to you upon every possible occasion." He straightens up into his full height and shoots the soldier a look that would make a bug turn over onto its back and pretend to be dead. "So be it. I expect a detailed report on the case by the morning from whomever is currently leading the interrogation. And..." Already turning on his heel and striding with full elven elegance [bastard high-elf. Could not be less  ] away from the smudge of dirt that dared to appear before him, "...Your explanation of your disobedience right after. Better be good, soldier. You know what could happen, if it wont..." He turns his head and gives Breda a smirk so thin and sharp that Tucker could sew with it.
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Post by Envy on Oct 9, 2007 13:05:09 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
He leaned his head down and breathed heavilly. He couldn't just tell the information he knew. He couldn't turn againts his own people. But then.... the needle come to his sight. He was terrified. And Havoc was waiting. *I... I know only something...* His mind was racing. He had to give them something false, but he was not sure what information they have and what is the possibility that they will discover a lie. As the silence grew deeper, he started talking. *Our fifth army division is prepared to attack the fortress Azjikun, you took from us a week ago,* he lied with a pale face. *Then our sixth army will cross the river Poros and attack your possitions from the south. It should happen within two days.* He hoped they will not discover the truth, what the Ishbal was really planning, something that may turn this tide of war.
What he did not know, was the fact, that it did already happen. A few miles away, from this military camp, twenty riders bearing no army symbols were riding towards them.
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Post by chess on Oct 9, 2007 16:12:58 GMT -6
Havoc sat glued to his seat, they were planning on attacking from the south boarder. Just when there wasnt many troops there. Havoc leaned his head on his chin and thought for a bit. Was this guy telling the truth? Or was it a lie...either way information like this couldnt be ignored. Havoc stood walked towards the door, he turned. 'You better not be lying Isbalian' he said his voice was fierce and definatly pissed off. He looked towards Tucker 'Ill be right back, if he moves and inch...give him the special' he said smiling then walked out the door.
Breda was breathing heavily, he was sweating so much. Archer had finally gone. He was revieled of that at least. He should get back to Havoc, he might have been able to get some information from that guy. He was about to turn when, he heard a horn. The horn showed everyone that an area was under attack. It was the south horn, it had a different tone to all the others. 'Shit' he thought as he ran back to Havoc...
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Post by carduus on Oct 10, 2007 12:14:41 GMT -6
TUCKER:
Gives off a slight, dreamy sight as Havoc leaves and twiddles the needle between his fingers and then speaks softly into Scar's abused ear: "An inch is approximately 2.54 centimeters..."
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] away from the smudge of dirt that dared to appear before him, "...Your explanation of your disobedience right after. Better be good, soldier. You know what could happen, if it wont..." He turns his head and gives Breda a smirk so thin and sharp that Tucker could sew with it.
