[knave] interrogation 1 & 2

[mcmurderer]

[ have at it, champs.

Executions must happen at: The Hunter's Rest in a private interrogation room. ]

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time manager "ferim"

[mcmurderer]

[nonidentity]

[Ferim's reaction, upon awakening, is likely rather underwhelming.

Which is to say that, once he regains some degree of his bearings, all he has to say is a monotone:]

This is odd.

[headingsouth]

[Really? No better reaction that that? She knew this boy -- or creature -- was peculiar, but this non-reaction clinches the fact that he is far from human.]

[Or any creature she's encountered]

[She'll stay out of eyesight for the moment, observing him from afar to see what he'll do]

[nonidentity]

[He does...

...








Absolutely shit. Sorry, Croix.]

[headingsouth]

[Really??]

[Anyway, Croix will eventually come out of the shadows, eyebrow raised]

You're not going to try to escape?

[nonidentity]

[...]

It would seem to be a pointless attempt.

[headingsouth]

That may be so, but I thought you'd have a little more self-preservation.

[compared to flaily fish Akira... but alas]

But rest assured. I only brought you here to ask you some questions.

[nonidentity]

... What kind of questions?

[headingsouth]

About your role and who you are. So, come now, don't be shy.

[nonidentity]

I am not capable of shyness.

[headingsouth]

[she didn't mean it so literally gosh???]

Tell me what you are capable of.

[nonidentity]

Why do you wish to know? This is a drastic measure in proportion to the weight of your question.

[headingsouth]

It's my role - to see who is guilty and make sure justice prevails. If you're innocent, then you must want the same thing, hmm?

[give her the deets ok]

akira kurusu

[mcmurderer]

[purrtagonist]

[it's been a long, tiring Thursday for Akira Kurusu]

[he awakens seated in a chair arms limp at his sides, head bowed. his mind is foggy, hazy even, just like-- just like it was when he first came to in the tea room. that thought is alarming]

[his heart immediately begins to race, pounding like a drum in his chest, threatening to leap into his throat and seal off his air flow. he has a piece of torn cloth tucked in the eye hole of one side of his mask, kept in place by another piece of cloth wrapped around his head-- it's like an eye patch. and the various cuts he sustained from his earlier adventures are also wrapped in strips of makeshift bandages, extending down his arms. everything stills hurts, ugh]

[he groans, attempts to lift his head to look around, but for some reason no matter how hard he tries? no part of his body will cooperate with him. he's a sitting duck, and that? that just makes things worse]

Wh. . . what. . .?

[headingsouth]

[How interesting!!! Croix takes a minute or so to observe him and his struggles out of his eyeshot. It's more hands on than she'd like -- she doesn't usually get directly involved like this, rather hangs back in the shadows while she conducts experiments]

[But it'll be worth it]

[The same paralytic effect occurred as when they woke up here -- very interesting]

[Anyway, she's just letting him squirm for now, trying to see what he'll do]

[purrtagonist]

[CROIX YOU JERK!!]

[just because his limbs won't cooperate doesn't mean Akira isn't going to try. his vision is slowly starting to come into focus in the one eye he has left, gray gaze swiveling across the room hastily to take in his surroundings. strange paintings, walls made of wood. . . the Hunter's Rest. he knows this place. he explored it, earlier on in the week, when he was still trying to familiarize himself with the setting]

[somehow, he manages to find his voice, too]

Ah. . . Cottontail-san, don't you think one rude awakening is enough?

[he calls out to the void, hoping someone will hear him. and as he speaks, he attempts to lift his right arm, which. . . causes his left leg to kick out instead, nearly sending both himself and the chair he's seated in sprawling across the floor. whoops]

[headingsouth]

[Someone does hear him! Unfortunately, she is really not sympathetic to his plight. When he goes down, the corners of her lips turn up in a smile, and after watching him writhe for a few more seconds she finally comes out of the shadows, bending down in front of him to offer him a handle]

You seem to have taken quite a fall. Are you alright?

[evil nerd music plays in the bg]

[purrtagonist]

[at least he lands on his stomach! though that landing, in conjugation with the bruises and lacerations sustained during his tromp to the Timeshare earlier, is pretty damn painful. he lets out a hiss, eyes slipping shut for the briefest of moments, before he manages to somehow get his right arm to prop himself up again. and when he lifts his head. . .]

[Croix is there. he recognizes her face from the crowds-- one of the twenty-five people brought to the Hare's Abode to celebrate her unbirthday. but it's past curfew, so why is she. . .]

[. . .]

[he freezes, one good eye flickering down to her hand, and then up again. he makes no attempts to take said hand]

. . . it's past curfew, you know.

[he says evenly. coolly, even, purposefully not answering her question]

[headingsouth]

[Well, even if he doesn't allow it, she's going to set the chair upright before crouching back down again to examine him, hand still offered. She'll leave it suspended for another minute or so, though it's partially to see how much he can move]

Is it? It's a little hard to tell from inside this cabin.

[But she can see he's catching on, despite her flippant comments]

You can stay down there instead, if you want. I'm only trying to help you up.

[purrtagonist]

[he's no fool. she can leave her hand suspended, but he still refuses her offer, instead trying his hardest to push himself up by his own accord. it's difficult. it's painful, and every time he tries to put weight against his left arm, his nose itches and his bruises throb. gdmit, body, what's wrong with you???]

Ah. . . right. That's the only reason we're here. To help me up, and then invite me over for a cup of tea.

[his body isn't cooperating, but his sass sure is. he stares up at her, gaze unwavering, with every word]

[headingsouth]

[Then she'll just put her foot on his back and push him down. :)]

If you cooperate, that's all it'll be. [she's totally just going to make him tea] Do you know what my role is? It's to determine who is truly guilty, to seek out justice.

If you're innocent, you have nothing to fear.

[says the woman stepping on him]

[purrtagonist]

[annnd he falls back to the ground with a thud, cheek pressed against the wooden floor and a fire burning in his eyes. her heel is digging into a bruise in the small of his back, and a pained noise escapes his lips. he'd fight against that pressure, if he could]

Bullshit.

[he hisses between clenched teeth, and despite his position he's refusing to look away, refusing to give any quarter]

If that were true, then this-- this wouldn't be n-necessary.

[headingsouth]

It looks like it is necessary, since you're being so defiant. It's very suspicious, you know?

[She's just going to keep her foot there]

So, prove yourself to me. How do I know you aren't guilty, if you're going to be this rude and uncooperative?

[purrtagonist]

[and he's just. going to keep squirming, trying to figure out which limb controls which. his words are firm, defiant, almost like a challenge]

And how do I know you aren't going to kill me, no matter what I say?