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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! ]]

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This is new for her. However, she is confident they can do what they need to. There's no escape in this room, no chance of running. That's all they really need. Their prey has found nothing but dead ends, now.

Ami's reviewed as much of the file as she's been given, of course. She's frowned at it and tried to fill in the blanks, to make guesses about the right approach for today. She comes to stand beside Tseng. Without preamble, she speaks.

"Anything else before we begin?"

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Funny that it comes down to this. She'd expected to be killed instead, so apparently there's still some use for her if she's sitting here, chilly in the cold room instead of her hot desert river, waiting to be...

Killed after all? No; they'd have done it sooner than this. Tortured? Quite possibly. But why? She can't figure out the reasoning.

She has plenty of time to think about it. Each second crawls by like an hour. She casts a few looks at the door; surely someone must come soon. She wishes Mnemosyne were here, except that she's glad Mnemosyne is - apparently - safely escaped.

"No. You'll be taking point." He smiled thinly, giving her free reign of how she wanted to take this. He was flexible in his own approach, usually prefering to stay cordial but not at all opposed to escalate things if need be.

There was a drain in the floors of interrogation rooms for a reason, and the walls were easily washable.

There are ways to cut people without making them bleed, to make them twitch and writhe in pain without leaving a single mark. She knows them. She's done them, seen them done, and had them done to her. She'll never forgive the last.

"Understood." She glances to the door. "Shall we go in?"

Tseng's smile is thin as he enters, "Sorry about the wait, there have been a few problems concerning your details. Nothing major, just a clerical matter; I'm sure you understand our position." He said conversationally, taking the other chair. "Would you like something to drink?"

She's not fooled by the approach, she tells herself. But the truth is, having expected a sudden and brutal end if it ever went this far, she is taken aback by the surprise of such a different outcome.

"Say what you have to say," she says brusquely.

He nodded, pulling the door open for her.

Xanadu was obviously some sort of false name, and the strange activity he'd been up to lately was just that. Strange. Moving materia in and out of Edge along with weapons and far too much money to make it all coincidental in Tseng's book.

"What the hell man, you ain't even told me why I'm in this dump and I've been here for hours." The guy complained on the sight of them. "That's gotta be against the law or somethin'. I want a damn lawyer."

He can want a lawyer.

"Let's begin," Ami says brusquely, all business, and ignoring the complaints, as she enters. She slips into the room just ahead of Tseng as he opens the door. She takes a seat; she plans to be comfortable for this.

He can want a lawyer.

The actions were certainly suspicious. They needed to know just where it was leading, in time to take countermeasures if necessary - no, as necessary.

"First of all, don't pretend to be stupid. I don't like it." He'd better come to his own conclusions about why he's here. She gives him only one lead.

"Want to tell us where the rest is?" She lets it imply they've already found damning proof, while being vague enough to let him fill in the details himself - with more than they actually know.

"As you may not be aware of the location where we picked you up is for authorized entry only, and you aren't on any of the lists of those with authorization to enter." He said, eyes narrowing. "Frankly, you don't show up on any database. Which, considering recent events is extremely troubling to us."

Us, a lovely term vague enough to be either just him and Rufus or the entirety of Neo ShinRa or the WRO. "I'm sure it's only a small confusion, you missed the signage and were lots. Perhaps you got married recently and with the communications networks down the files simply haven't been updated in our systems yet."

Things click into a different place. But she still doubts a simple paperwork error merits this.

She tells herself it doesn't feel like the over-mighty bureaucracy of tyranny. She searches her brain for a way to come up with the papers.

Then it occurs to her: What is she being afraid for? She has always carried out her duty. She has not betrayed, or double-crossed (~~except in her dreams~~).

"Are you sure you remembered to look in the right place?" There's just a little emphasis on 'remembered' - and a tiny nudge of her power to try to make him question it himself.

Tseng took his own place against the wall, arms crossed as he eyed the man.

"Resta what? I've got lots of things sweetheart." He winked, "How about you get me some coffee eh? Maybe I'd be a little more willing to chat if you were polite."

Tseng snorted, shifting against the wall.

Tseng looked at the papers, a tiny smile on his face.

"You must not be familiar with what you've gotten yourself tangled up in; your misstep has gained the attention of the Turks." He said, "We are the right place to look for information on people."

Ami smiled pleasantly, brightly.

Then she brought up her hand. Dark energy streamed from it to her victim's body, enough to cut into him, to locate the nerve centers and enhance the mind-numbing pain. She knows right where to target, after all. And she can wait all day.

It's going to be a lot more pleasant of a wait for her, than for him. He never should have made that sexist remark.

What should that mean to her? They evidently have the manpower to get her in here, but whatever they're after is nothing to her. Less than nothing; the Turks will be swallowed up eventually, like everyone else, the same fate that drove her to this one.

To this fate. She's betrayed. Has someone set this up to pay her back for it? Well, it's fine. She can weather it out, and find Mnemosyne later.

"You'd get better answers if you asked without all this," she notes.

"Ami." Tseng said, eyes narrowing as he stepped forward. "We need him capable of answering our questions." He reminded her, "You need to not let them get to you, that is hardly the worst that will be said to your face in this line of work."

"If I had them I wouldn't be here talking to you." He countered. "Now, if you'd like to stop being evasive we can get this over with. Or this can become unpleasant, I have no problem with the use of force."

Still irritable, the halt earned Tseng a sour look; but no direct objection. After another glance at the man - whatever his name true name might be - she settled back in her seat for Tseng to take the lead.

"If I'd known it was monitored, I wouldn't be there." She was starting to relax. This apparently had nothing to do with what she'd been afraid of at all, and genuine innocence... is a lot easier to maintain than trying to hide those sparks of wishing Galaxia was different.

"Fuckin' crazy bitch." Xanadu snarled, rising in his seat.

"Sit. Down." Tseng ordered, dark eyes icy. "Now, unless you'd like me to leave you with my associate here for a few hours I'd suggest you begin talking."

"The large signs should have been the first clue." He raised an eyebrow, crossing his legs beneath the table.

"And the fence topped with razor wire."

Ami's smile stayed pleasant, which was to say threatening. Though she didn't like Tseng's reminder, the outburst would now serve as a warning of what could happen.

She wouldn't need hours.

"I want to hear all about it!" she piped up brightly.

She had no answer. How could she? She'd never seen anything like that. Now that he's focusing her attention on it, she can't really recall what came before finding herself in this room at all.

It can't be amnesia; she may disclaim the value of memories, but it'd be too ironic even for Fate to rob the senshi of Oblivion of hers. Then... What?

Only one thing seemed to matter much. "Where's Mnemosyne?"

"Wait... You're a godsdamn Turks!" Xanadu gasped, recognizing the suits at last. "Fuck. I'm gonna die either way!"

Tseng's smile turned feral, "Yes, and I'm The Director."

"Fine. Fine! What do you want?"

Tseng stepped back, gesturing for Ami to take over.

"Oh. She's quite safe, so long as you cooperate I assure you she'll remain that way." He smiled, fingers lacing beneath his chin. "Again, what were you doing so close to a mako reactor without proper clearance?"

There were far too many dangers in the area, both to whoever was there and the company itself. They were unstable at best.

"You realized it!" Ami acted like a teacher praising a pupil who'd finally gotten the answer right. Come on, take the next step: Why would the Turks be interested?

More hints. "Tell us about the materia, and the money. We have records already, so it'd be good to tell the whole truth, Ok?"

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Report IV: Fountain Pen

changed mind and edited, with apologies T_T /ignore icon, is Ami

ready to be questioned

It's cool! ALso, Tseng would look pretty fly in that armor. Just sayin'.

he would. XD

BWAH HAH HAH

I am the sweetest of muns.

Mind you, he'd probably take the ridiculous parts off the moment he could.

there is no ridiculous part :|

You are~

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That hairstyle. :|

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never. it is quite stunning.

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It's ridiculous, seriously. And the cape, capes are a hazard

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pffft. XD

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Trufacts: capes get caught on things.

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and hit princes in the face, BUT STILL.

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Ridiculous, he should wear a suit and tie.

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Don't criticize him. Only she gets to yell when it's about him :|