plotdeviceturk: (Without Words)
Tseng ([personal profile] plotdeviceturk) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2012-02-29 05:27 pm

Report IV: Fountain Pen

Interrogations were rarely something pleasant to have to go through, ones with the Turks were usually terrifying and one that needed Tseng's personal attention rarely ended with laughter and a cup of coffee. Hopefully this one wouldn't end with maintenance having to patch a bullet hole in a wall again.

There wasn't much in the thin file he held as he watched the person through a mirrored window. So little, in fact, that it bothered him. No matter, there was certainly enough to start off with. He nodded, shooting a glance at the person beside him before entering the room.

Hopefully this wouldn't take more than a few hours, he really didn't want to be in the office until the sun came back up.

[[OOC: Open to whichever you want to tag in as! Good cop bad cop (...or bad cop worse cop as it were) or being questioned! ]]
histrionic: (the stars are exploding)

Haha, probably

[personal profile] histrionic 2012-03-05 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a figure of speech, and yes, of course," said Kuja. He smiled to himself. He could wait many years before striking, arrange his plans perfectly before making a move.

His manner changed as he stepped inside the room, his eyes growing cold. If his task didn't require emotions, then he could abandon them. He was no mere human. His gaze flickered from Tseng to the woman waiting for them within. Humans... he'd manipulated so many of them. They gave themselves away. It wasn't too difficult to see within their hearts.

His gaze finally settled on the woman. He walked toward her, past Tseng, then tilted his head slightly to one side. "Where is your fear, I wonder? I don't hear it fluttering in your chest, like a wild bird, struggling to be free." If she didn't fear him, she should.