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Post by Jasmine on Jun 16, 2011 23:13:55 GMT
"I will visit you often." Jasmine said, squeezing his hand gently...as she was now she couldn't face him...not after seeing how he had almost died there. She knew what she had to do...be there for him...regroup...get her thoughts together...then counter. Then they entered the infirmary and rather than let the others put him on a bed she picked him up and laid him on the bed on his back, and nodded to him before looking at the medical personnel, "Take care of him, please." she said, her cool tone cracking a little as she walked out of the infirmary,.
It only occurred to her a couple of minutes later that Hoji had gotten a nice view of her back, but that wasn't important as she inputted the code and entered her quarters...and as soon as the door shut, she fell to her knees...her transformation shattering as she put her head in her gloved hands and cried...that was one of her weaknesses, seeing bad things happen to her team...but she had control over this grief....in the matter of getting it out and coming to terms with it. She had a couple of bruises on her legs, her face looked like she had been beaten up a little...but she would get that attended to...in time.
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Post by Hoji on Jun 16, 2011 23:22:29 GMT
Great post. I can't really think of anything; should we end, or do you still have things to do? I'm done as far as I'm concerned.
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 16, 2011 23:36:41 GMT
(You can have him open his eyes during the first part and watch, if you want)
Two hours later, the fair maiden had emptied her heart of grief and tears...and cleaned up with a shower. She had also donned an SPD training shirt and short pants..and gone to the infirmary when she was informed that Hoji was asleep...getting her own bruises and cuts tended to. A bit after, she turned around and walked out, unknowingly giving him another view as she returned to her quarters.
"I know what I have to do." She said quietly as she elegantly slipped into the Chief's uniform, and put the D-Colt on her right waist, taking out her SP License as she walked towards the interrogation rooms. Once she got inside, she initiated lockdown, where no one else could see or hear, and transported the prisoner in, the man still remaining in the bubble before she removed its constraints.
No sooner than said constraints had removed, the man found an iron grip around his waist, pulling off the belt and Zecter, placing them in the side of her jacket. "I'm confiscating these as contraband." she said simply. "Sit down."
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 1:59:24 GMT
Neil smiled smugly, sitting down, "Whatever you're doing, you won't win this grand conflict," Neil told her.
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 2:49:00 GMT
"A grand conflict, eh? It's true that you've opened a box that perhaps you shouldn't of." Jasmine said, sitting down across from him, "Tell me what I want to know...and I'll consider releasing you....but even if you don't, I will still find out." She said staring at him coldly, "Don't try me."
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 2:52:09 GMT
"What do you want to know?" he questioned without emotion.
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 3:11:27 GMT
"Names and how to find them. People you work with, people that are a part of this vaunted Foundation X. People with the Foundation who are capable of undercover work. Do not even think of lying to me, for it will only add to your sins." Jasmine said...as it stood she could beat him up and have no backlash coming from it, since the room was locked down and no one would know.
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 3:26:21 GMT
He smiled smugly, shaking his head before his smile went away, giving him his cold, unassuming face back.
"I won't speak. I would gladly die for Foundation X. Kill me, because if you're only keeping me alive for information, it won't come. I won't betray my comrades, my people."
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 3:35:27 GMT
"I was afraid you would say that...actually, scratch that, I wasn't." Jasmine said, taking off the jacket of her Chief's uniform, removing anything that identifies her as a member of the SPD. Proceeding, she handcuffed Neil, then took out a brace and put it on his neck, dialing in the parameters for it. Then she picks it up and smirks. "Alright...you win the first round...but do not look down upon me. Your friend got hurt real bad because he did."
Jasmine turned and went out the door, locking it down again. When she was 30 meters away, the brace's system activated and screams and moans of pain would have been heard...if there was anyone around to hear them.
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 3:38:24 GMT
He felt it, but didn't make a sound. What was with this woman? Did she really think so little of him? His training was great. His past training so extensive, that this was nearly nothing. He felt it as pain, but he could control himself. No, he wouldn't give the satisfaction of screams.
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 3:48:07 GMT
Jasmine upped the power on the brace as it began to pulse a bit higher, shocking him repeatedly. It might not be much in his eyes, but prolonged exposure would weaken him, training or no training.
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 3:49:21 GMT
He kept his face blank of any emotion as he felt the power increase, the pain increase. He only had to wait for a bit longer...
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 4:06:56 GMT
After a few more moments, she walked back below the threshold, thus deactivating the brace as she placed the Kickhopper Zecter in a Mirage Dimension before walking back in. "Hmm, you have hope...sorry...but you've made the wrong people angry this time." she said, sitting down and just looking at him for a little bit
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Post by Neil Payne on Jun 17, 2011 4:07:58 GMT
He smiled slightly, "You made the mistake here, letting me inside your base," he said.
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Post by Jasmine on Jun 17, 2011 4:12:58 GMT
"Hmm...about that." she said, hitting a couple of buttons on her license and the reinforced anubisium doors slam shut over the observation window. "Do you think I don't know about your little friends?...I know that you're relying on them to get out of here. Let me just do something else." she said, letting Murphy open the door and come in before shutting the door back and taking off her gloved hand and touching the Rider belt. Through a medium, she would be able to discern important information from the subject's mind, though he had not consented for it.
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