Aside: Been A Rough Day

Aside: Been A Rough Day

Caesar Drake
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23 Aug 2017, 05:41 #1

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It was a dark room except for the lone light directly above Aura's form. It cascaded down the length of the steel chain, past her manacled wrists, her hanging body and became a spotlight on the floor with her at its center. As the only light source, it made it hard to see outside of the circle.

The smell was not pleasant but it could have been much worse. The wet ground was close enough for her to stand but far enough away that losing her footing means she could not kneel. Given the texture of the ground on her bare feet, it was hard to stand as if something might crawl over them. The strain of her own weight pulled on her wrists that were manacled above her causing her arms to be outstretched.

There was a sudden more pungent smell that abruptly appeared under her nose bringing her out of her imposed slumber. When she jerked away from it, a grumbling voice came out of the darkness and mumbled something. The scrape of boots on stone drew her attention followed by another voice from the darkness. "I can understand if you feel parched or thirsty, the drug has the side effect. You may feel a metal collar around your throat. You phasing out of your bonds is not on the menu. Questions are though. ... Shall we start simple? You are known to go by the codename Aura. What is your real name?" The smell of cigar slowly wafted into Aura's nostrils.


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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Julianna Conners
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24 Aug 2017, 13:03 #2

Julianna jerked awake as a strong smell filled her nostrils, trying to pull her head away from it. She went in a dry coughing fit that was accompanied by the clinking sound of metal against metal above her. Discomfort hit her. Actually, discomfort was an understatement. She made an attempt at opening her eyes to try and figure out the situation she was in but she couldn't handle the harsh light, especially as it added to her pounding headache. What the hell? She tried to focus her confused mind on what she felt because her memory was cloudy at best.

Her mouth was incredibly dry and her throat ached. She felt a strain in her wrists and shoulders and as she tried to move her hands to ease it, she realize they weren't free. They were trapped and outstretched above her as she was nearly hanging by the wrists. Her bare feet were just barely touching the ground and she squirmed a little when she registered the wet texture of the floor. She could feel something cold and tight around her neck. She could smell the unpleasant scent of the room. She could hear the mumbled voice and the boots scraping the ground. None of which made sense to her.

She tried opening her eyes again, this time forcing her lids to remain open, looking down at the ground until her vision had adjusted enough to allow her to look up, squinting. But it didn't change much because aside from a spotlight on her, the rest of the room was pitch black, making her unable to see whoever else was with her.

It was only when a voice spoke up that it all came back. The Europe base, the dinner out on the town, the man showing up with that troll and taking her. Shit. Was the rest of the team okay? Were they caught in the same kind of predicament, or worse? She remembered the man saying something about collecting one of them, so there was hope. But then why her? She didn't recognize the man, so it wasn't personal. Because she was a Team Leader? Maybe. Might be a good way to get the Crusaders' attention, although they would have gotten it had it been any other team member.

She let that thought linger and scoffed when the voice mentioned her dry mouth. She looked into the dark where the sound came from, where she figured he might be standing. [color=d77d7d]"I don't suppose that means you're gonna offer me some kind of refreshment,"[/color] she said, her voice hoarse and groggy but the hatred obvious. She tried adjusting her position a little to ease the discomfort but she was stuck with two options, either have her feet grounded but suffering from a strain in her wrists, either ease the strain but standing on tiptoes, neither of which was better than the other. She decided to stick with the tiptoes for now.

So questions were on the menu. He'd gone through lengths to gather information, she would give him that much. The smell of cigar reached her nose and she scrunched it for a second. When he asked about her real name, she shifted a bit, knowing this was most likely a test question. [color=d77d7d]"Depends. Who's asking?"[/color] she countered, deflecting the question and trying to figure out who was keeping her captive. And even though he mentioned something about her collar and phasing - which confirmed that he knew enough about her to be aware of her powers, she couldn't help but to try anyway, decreasing her density and trying to free her hands.
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27 Aug 2017, 23:29 #3

The mild shock from the collar was just strong enough to remind her not to try it again. It was almost as shocking as the bucket of cold water that suddenly splashed across the front of her body. There was the sound of a squeaking like an old leaky faucet being turned on before a fast, heavy flow of freezing cold water was sprayed down on to her from above. With what little ended up in her mouth, it was certainly cold enough drink but it was unfiltered and the silt came with it.

After what felt like several minutes, the water was abruptly shut off and the squeaking briefly resumed then stopped. "Still thirsty?" The larger, more massive form stood in front of Aura and placed a quick jab into her solar plexus driving all the air out of her body. It was a like being hit with the bumper of car and her body involuntarily flexed backwards with the blow. She was left swinging for a few moments.

"You were warned about the collar but tried anyway. The only reason it is not as strong as the ones the Crusaders use is because it is an earlier model. Did you know all their nullification collars can be set to stun someone with stronger and stronger stun effects the more they try to use their powers? They don't turn them on unless they feel they need to. Yours came from someone who was captured once but escaped." They was some soft chuckling in the shadows. "Shall we start again, Aura? What was your name again?"


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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29 Aug 2017, 07:54 #4

Julianna gritted her teeth and closed her hands into fists as a shock came from the collar around her neck as soon as she tried using her powers. It hurt enough for her not to attempt it again, although she had to admit it wasn't as strong as she would have expected him to make it. She didn't have much time to reflect on it however because she was soon hit by water, as if a large bucket had just been emptied on her. The shock and the cold caused her to gasp and wiggle a bit but it was only a small sample of what was to come.

A large jet of icy cold water came from above, pouring down on her. It was strong, it was cold, and it was making it hard for her to breathe because this time, it wasn't just a bucket. It was the whole damn lake. She struggled against her restraints, trying to move away from the stream of water but she couldn't escape it. She tilted her head forward after a moment, hoping that her head would block some of the water so she could at least breathe in without dirty water filling her mouth. Which worked to some extent.

When the faucet was finally turned off, she found herself coughing and spitting out the water that had unwillingly filled her mouth. Hearing him ask if she was still thirsty, she looked up toward the darkness with a glare, strands of wet hair across her face. She made a swift head motion to try and push some if it out. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, her jaw and fists clenched as she tried to control it, not willing to show any sign of weakness. Well, that explained the wet floor, that was now only wetter.

As if it wasn't enough already, the taller figure got closer to her and punched her right in the stomach. An audible "ooof" escaped her as her lungs were emptied of air, pain exploded through her chest. She was left swinging back and forth, unable to catch her footing, too concentrated on trying to breathe again. When she finally managed to, it sounded like a grunt.

Listening to the man explain the collar, she settled her toes on the ground to stop swinging and started breathing normally again before her gaze moved back to the darkness, as if looking at him. It wasn't like she was going to try again, the muscle spasm from the shock was keeping her from using her powers, so it was useless. She noted that he mentioned the one she wore belonged to a captive that escaped. The way he explained all of it in full knowledge of the facts told her he was probably the one who had worn it in the past. Or someone he worked with? So was this pay back? Grudge against the Crusaders for making that person captive? She pushed that thought away for now but kept that information locked in her brain somewhere for later use.

[color=d77d7d]"Go to hell,"[/color] she responded when he asked her name again. She knew it might not be wise to talk back, or even to be stubborn about answering such a simple question, but she wasn't going to give in so easily. [color=d77d7d]"Why do you even want to know? Just to prove I can answer questions?"[/color] she asked defiantly.
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08 Sep 2017, 04:35 #5

"Because I find someone with your abilities interesting. You can become very strong when needed and phase through things as needed. You lead the Los Angeles team of the Crusaders for a little while and came away with some victories. ... Perhaps you would but them to use for me instead of the Crusaders...." The voice trailed off for a few moments.

Aura felt herself being hoisted up another six inches or so in the air. Her feet could no longer touch the ground. "You seem to be in good shape. Being with the Crusaders, I expect you work out often enough. Let's test your endurance shall we? ... See you in the morning." The shapes in the darkness disappeared further into the shadows before the light above her was abruptly shut off leaving her hanging several inches above the floor by her wrists.

At some point in the night, she fell asleep either from exhaustion or boredom but probably both. The abruptness of the light coupled with a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on her were startling to say the least. Aura's arms were like jello and numb due to loss of blood flow. She could hardly feel the chair she allowed to sit in or the small end table that her arms were allowed to rest on. A glass of water and what looked to be a pastrami sandwich on rye bread was placed in front of her. A different voice, female and methodical in its delivery, came from the darkness. "You should eat, Miss Conners. You'll need your strength for the rest of the day."


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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09 Sep 2017, 13:23 #6

Julianna scoffed when he explained that she could put her abilities to his use rather than the Crusaders. Clearly, he didn't know her at all if he thought she would even consider this. Even before she knew about her abilities, choosing a career in law enforcement had been to protect people from harm, not help those who caused it. She wasn't interested in more power or fame, if that was what he was aiming for. [color=d77d7d]"You have a particular way to offer someone a job,"[/color] she snapped sarcastically.

When she felt a pull on her wrists, she groaned under her breath, her feet leaving the wet floor and getting well above the ground, out of reach to touch anything and relieve the strain on her wrists. Her body swung around a little, her feet wiggling and trying to find something palpable. But there was nothing. She looked towards the darkness when the man mentioned testing her endurance and she clenched her teeth at the idea that she would be stuck like this all night. But she wasn't going to plead, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

When they left and the light closed, leaving her hanging in the dark, she let out a frustrated grunt. Her wrists were already damaged from nearly hanging from them for god knew how long, now it was only going to get worse. On top of that, she was still soaked and her body trembled from the cold. She tried grabbing the chain with her hands and hauling herself up, hoping to relieve the pain and at the same time find a flaw in her bindings. But she only lasted a few seconds, and the more she tried, the less strength she had to hold herself up. Eventually, she gave up and let herself hang, figuring that at this point, the less she moved, the better it would be on her body.

For the first hour - or at least what felt like an hour - she tried to come up with a plan, anything to get out of this situation. She came to the conclusion that to get her hands free, she needed to get rid of the collar. Only problem was that getting rid of the collar meant that she minimally needed her hands free... The darkness was so thick that she couldn't see anything around her. She didn't know how big the room was, what the walls were covered with. If she could see, maybe she could figure out another way out. Or try to use something around her to free herself. Eventually, darkness engulfed her mind and body and she passed out from exhaustion.

A rush of cold water hitting her body as well as a bright light woke her up abruptly and she gasped loudly. It took half a second to remember where she was, which came back to her mostly because she couldn't feel her arms anymore. Her shoulders and back were hurting from the position they'd been forced to endure. She let her head hang forward, her eyes closed as the harsh light was too bright. Was it morning? She had completely lost the notion of time. She could have been out cold for days, for all she knew. She barely registered being lowered into a chair and her arms freed from above her and put to rest on a table in front of her, her mind still trying to piece up time and space. She let out a loud breath when she heard a female voice and forced her eyes open to see who it was, but not unlike earlier, the light shinning above her made it impossible to determine who stood in the room with her. The voice's words told her two things, however. One, whoever that man was didn't ask her name because he needed to know it rather than to make her comply, because clearly they were aware of who she was. Two, she was going to get a hell of a lot more than she bargained for. [color=d77d7d]"Why?"[/color] she asked as she focused her gaze on the water and the sandwich in front of her, her voice groggy and barely recognizable. [color=d77d7d]"What's gonna happen for the rest of the day?"[/color] If the man was evasive as hell, maybe she'd get answers from that woman.

Her gaze moved down to her wrists. They were still manacled together, a short chain linking them. She could see the lacerations all around them where the skin had cut under the pressure and weight of her body combined with the metal digging in. She willed her fingers to move, but they were unresponsive. It took about a minute and she finally managed to wiggle them. She reached out for the glass of water, her arms shaking from the pain. Goddammit. She had no control over her own body. After a while, she finally could drink some of the water and took a few bites in the sandwich. Now that she wasn't tied to the ceiling anymore, part of her was trying to figure out how to use this moment to her advantage and get the hell out.
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13 Sep 2017, 05:28 #7

The woman's voice seemed familiar but Aura's condition made it difficult to recall. She was allowed to eat in relative silence for several minutes. They even left the room apparently or stayed outside the light. When she was almost done, the woman returned and her hands swiped the dishes off of the table. "Did you get enough? I only ask because by now the poison should have worked its way into your stomach lining. Now we'll see how long you can stand the pain before you empty your stomach of what you have consumed. ... It looks to be a very long day, Miss Conners." With a rattling of chains, Aura's hands were pulled above her again to her original position with her feet just off of the floor as first the table and then the stool were pulled away from her.

"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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15 Sep 2017, 01:52 #8

Julianna's head snapped up when the woman spoke.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.


As if on cue, she felt something grumble in her stomach and suddenly started feeling nauseous. Why had she not seen this coming? She needed to learn to stop being so trusting. Because she was a woman offering food and water didn't mean she had good intentions. Turns out it was quite the opposite. Before she could do anything about it, she felt her hands being lifted up above her again, until she was forced to stand, until the strain on her wrists returned, even until her feet were off the ground again, leaving her hanging much like she had merely minutes before. It hurt like hell, her skin already bruised and bloodied from the shackle marks was screaming for release.

And knowing that more agony was coming made Jules squirm. Now, she could only wait until the pain- [color=d77d7d]"Arghh!"[/color] she exclaimed as an indescribably painful cramp hit her body at once. She clenched her jaw and shut her eyes tight as she kept whining unwillingly. She wanted to curl up on the ground and wait until the pain subsided. Right now, this forced position only made it worse. Another wave hit her and she groaned as it was worse than the first. She should have taken her chance when her arms were relatively free. She should have jumped that woman, passed the manacles' chain around her throat to choke her and force her to get her out of there. Too late for that now.

She'd never given birth before, but part of her was comparing this to the same kind of pain. The difference was that unlike contractions, the suffering never subsided in her case. She started sweating as her body fought it. Please, make it stop, she thought, but didn't voice it. She wasn't going to plead. She was not. Going. To plead. She was stronger than that. More stubborn than that. Prouder. But it was getting harder to bear. [color=d77d7d]"What is it you want from me?"[/color] she asked between clenched teeth, hoping to get her mind off the torture her body had to endure.
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18 Sep 2017, 01:32 #9

After several minutes of convulsion by Aura, the woman stepped into the light wearing a mask. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun. Dressed in all brown, her figure was older and her skin was brown as well. "I work for someone who wants what you have. All of it. I get to see how resilient you are, Miss Conners." Removing her mask, Dr. Morant smiled. "Did you think you had beaten me in California?"

She motioned to someone and Aura's body started to lower until just shy of the ground. The troll came out of the darkness from behind her. Staying out of the light as much as possible, he grabbed each ankle and secured it by a chain to a wall somewhere in the shadows. The chains were pulled taut keeping her legs from swinging. "That is better. No more swinging about. Just right for me to remember my anatomy textbooks." She revealed a scalpel from behind her back that looked a little longer than normal. Grabbing a hold of Aura's shirt, she sliced off the bottom part of it with a simple stroke. "Muscles are certainly tougher than cloth ...but they say it does only take five pounds of pressure to break the skin. What do you say we test that theory." She laid the edge against Aura's abdomen and started to push.


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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23 Sep 2017, 18:16 #10

Julianna's forehead was dripping, and it wasn't only from the water bucket she'd had splashed in her face. She was sweating, the pain in her stomach causing her entire body to convulse. It felt like forever before the pain subsided a little, just enough for her to focus again. She looked up when the woman stepped into light wearing a mask. [color=d77d7d]"Just tell them to apply for a Crusaders position if they want what I have. Otherwise, they'll realize I don't have much."[/color] Her voice was weak and pain-stricken, but it didn't keep her from having a sarcastic edge to it.

When the mask came off, it took her a full second to realize who was in front of her and her eyes widened a little. Dr. Melinda Morant. She remembered her clearly, mostly because the aftermath of what she had done had been her first case as a Crusader. That's why her voice had sounded so familiar. After being made Team Leader, she had looked through old files and watched Dr. Morant's interrogations when she was first brought in San Francisco. To her knowledge, she had still be held there, but clearly there was a piece of the puzzle missing. [color=d77d7d]"How did you escape?"[/color] she asked, shifting her body a little uncomfortably. She wondered for a moment if the collar she was wearing had been hers after all.

Feeling herself being lowered again, Jules almost sighed in relief at the idea that her wrists were going to get a much needed break. But it was only a false hope as the lowering stopped when she was just shy of the ground. She tried reaching her foot down. She was so close, she could feel the wetness against her skin, but she was still too far to stand, even on tiptoes. She wanted nothing more than to ease the strain on her wrists but it turned out she was only about to get it a worse position. She was startled a bit when she felt a strong grip around her right ankle and looked down to see the Troll's hands securing it to a chain. He repeated the process with the left and then then chains were pulled tight so her legs were spread, locking her in this position with no way to ease it at all.

She let out a low 'hmph' as she glared at Dr. Morant who seemed much too satisfied to see her like this. Seeing the scalpel come from her back, Julianna gulped but tried not to show her sudden anxiety. She had never felt this vulnerable and she hated it. She liked to be in control and right now she was anything but. She was at the villain's full mercy. [color=d77d7d]"So what do you get out of this, hm? Aside from sick twisted satisfaction to see someone suffer. What did they promise in return?"[/color] she questioned, choosing to use defiance in order to hide her true feelings - and to stall for time.

The L.A. Team Leader flinched when her current captor cut through her shirt easily. Her heartbeat picked up a notch as she felt the blade against her skin and her muscles clenched. She didn't answer anything, however, still determined not to plead, but also still having enough sense of self-preservation not to agree to the theory being tested. But as the woman started to push, her body reacted before she could keep it from happening. Since fear is the trigger to her power, her subconscious activated it to save herself from the pain from the scalpel, trying to decreased its density so the sharp tool would pass through instead of cutting her flesh.
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24 Sep 2017, 21:35 #11

At Aura's first question, Morant smiled and paused for a second as she slowly pushed the edge of the scalpel against the skin of the abdomen. A line of crimson followed behind it and started to become droplets. "To satisfy your curiosity, my current employee decided that she needed my help. Apparently, when came to scientific research, she enjoyed my lack of ... ethics." The blade went deep and there was a long thin deep wound now which started to flow.

Morant pulled the blade free and took a step back. A small table with some substances on it in bottles was rolled forward. She set the blade down on the table. Picking up a cloth, she doused some of a clear liquid on it. "You do not get any more questions. This is my interrogation." With that said, she jammed the edge of the cloth with something that burned like alcohol, extremely high proof alcohol, into the cut. "I do not drink Everclear myself. ... Oh yes, your question. I get to do more stuff like this and test people's limits."

Morant pushed Aura backward slightly only for a Troll to level a punch at the hanging Crusader's lower back. The scientist then grabbed her by the face with the blade scalpel in hand. Its point a centimeter from the eyeball. "Now, let's talk about your access codes to the Los Angeles base, Aura."
"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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30 Sep 2017, 19:55 #12

The collar shocked her again when her power activated and Julianna clenched her jaw as she felt it go through her entire body. But it was nothing compared to the feeling of having the scalpel dig into the skin of her abdomen. Morant left it there for a moment without pushing further and she could feel the sting on her skin where the blade had cut and the blood dripping down a little. She forced her mouth and eyes shut and managed to groan just a little at the pain. She didn't want to give the other woman the satisfaction of her cries, knowing she was probably feeding on it. She listened to her answer about how she escaped and frowned a little. So there was someone even higher up on the food chain, and that person was a she. Jules' mind started trying to figure out who it could be but when the blade went deeper and traced a line across her abdomen, she completely forgot about it and grunted loudly through her clenched teeth. The sting was sharp and she could feel the blade run deep through the layers of her skin, the blood now coming out in a more constant flow. She tried to even her breathing, both to slow her heart rate and keep the blood from pouring out too much and to avoid movement on her stomach that would cause the wound to hurt more.

When the blade was pulled back, Jules opened her eyes to look at the doctor and what she was about to do next. She felt all sorts of pain, strains and aches through her entire body and she knew this wasn't even close to being over. She needed to push through, she needed to keep fighting it and concentrate on the woman rather than on herself. When Morant returned with a cloth soaked in what she expected to be alcohol, the Crusader narrowed her eyes at her as she squirmed, the chains rattling around her. But there was nothing she could do but to suffer through the cloth being jammed in her wound. She clenched her jaw again to control herself but couldn't help the muffled yell that escaped her throat as the alcohol burned her wound. It felt like her insides were on fire and her face twisted as the yell slowly subsided. Everclear... That shit was strong, no wonder it hurt so much. [color=d77d7d]"So basically you're just a sadist,"[/color] she pointed out in a low and tired voice when she was able to speak again after Morant explained what she got out of this.

She didn't even have time to dwell on it before she was pushed back as far as the chains would allow, only to be punched in the lower back hard, making her swing a little until the doctor grabbed her face. Julianna felt the woman's fingers grasp tight on her facial skin, surely it would leave marks. The scalpel came to a stop centimetres close to one of her eyes, so close that her eye was unable to focus on it. Instead, she kept her gaze on Morant and glared at her when she mentioned the L.A. base codes. There was no way she could give her those codes, it would compromise the security not only of the base, but of the entire organization. But she also had a sense of self-preservation, so this one time, she decided it might be wiser to shut her mouth rather than make a snappy comment that would piss her off. She simply held her stare, trying not to think about the scalpel that was dangerously close to her eye.
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02 Oct 2017, 03:55 #13

The edge of the scalpel did not move from its position. Aura's face was held tight in Dr. Morant's hand. The nails on her fingers dug into the Crusader's face. She inhaled deeply before exhaling, purposefully, into her face, more specifically her nose. Whatever Morant had eaten smelled like a cross between garlic, onions and rotten eggs. While altogether harmless, it caused enough of a convulsion that Aura had to make sure she did not move her head.

"What are the access codes to the Los Angeles base?" If she had been playful before, any hint of that playfulness was gone now. Eyes barely inches from each other, any sense of humor that may have existed before was gone now. Morant moved the tip of the scalpel underneath the eye, just below the lower eyelid and, with a flick of her finger, quickly gave a small cut to Aura's face.

Returning the blade to just off of Aura's eye again, she repeated her question. "You should tell me before I start doing damage to that will require more than simply stitches to repair. Your teammates do not know where you are and have no idea of where to start looking even. Tell me now and what will be excruciating can be avoid. ... What are the access codes to the Los Angeles base, former police officer Julianna Conners?"


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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06 Oct 2017, 17:47 #14

Silence settled between both women for a moment and Julianna was glad that the scalpel didn't move from it's position. She kept her gaze focused on the woman until her breath filled her nose and she had to keep herself from coughing at the awful smell. She tried to pull her face back but the woman's nails digging in her skin didn't allow her to move. She merely swallowed, trying to push back the retching that threatened to build up in her throat.

When Morant clearly requested the access codes to the L.A. base, Jules decided to stay silent again. At this point, what she needed to do was to waste time and hope that her team was close to finding her. She hated relying on them, but right now, she was tied up - literally. She could see that the doctor's expression changed into a more demanding one, but she wasn't going to let that intimidate her. The scalpel moved and went to trace a small cut right below her eye. Julianna let out a small pained groan at the sting it caused and she closed her eyes for a moment, mostly out of reflex. When she opened them again, the blade of the scalpel was back right in front of one of them and she could feel small droplets of blood coming from her fresh cut.

When the woman spoke again, the Crusader narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew she was in a tricky situation and unfortunately, all she could do right now was to talk. But she wasn't going to use words to give Morant what she sought. [color=d77d7d]"First of all, you're underestimating my team. Or should I remind you that they caught you before?"[/color] She knew that the team that had stopped her in the past wasn't exactly the same as it was now, but she trusted they were all just as qualified to find her and put an end to this. [color=d77d7d]"Second, I cannot trust that you won't put me through excruciating pain anyway after I give you what you want, so excuse me for carefully weighting my options here."[/color] She felt her heartbeat pick up a notch. She knew she was on a slippery slope and this attitude could either go in her favour, or completely against it. But she couldn't just hand out these codes, not without a fight, even if that fight was a verbal one.

When the woman repeated her question and added a piece of information she wasn't supposed to possess, Julianna glared at her, many questions as to how she knew so much running through her mind. She hesitated for a moment, knowing it was pointless to try and deny that fact now that it was out in the open. [color=d77d7d]"It's 'former detective',"[/color] she corrected with sass. If Morant was going to use that against her, might as well get it right. [color=d77d7d]"How do you know so much about me?"[/color] she asked, trying both to understand, and to delay the inevitable.
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08 Oct 2017, 22:40 #15

There was a sliver of contempt that came across Morant's face at the mention of her capture. "Your team got very lucky. ... How is your friend that was injected doing?" Morant raked the scalpel across Aura's abdomen in another location. Then paused for a second before tracing along the skin underneath her arm along her ribs. She jammed the point in cutting open just above Aura's ribcage.

"Besides, there was someone who liked my particular genius. She does not like delays nor obstacles ... like you." There was another jab and cut on the other side of Aura's body. She was started to bleed more profusely now. Morant smirked and reached for the bottle of Everclear again. Dousing a dirty rag, she wiped it over both cuts. "Shall we start again, Miss Conners? Never married did you? Not capable of finding someone?"


"In game terms, reality is broken." - Patrick Kapera, Crafty Games, creator of Spycraft, FantasyCraft and the MasterCraft game system

War is changing. Killing, however, is constant.
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