Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Thread Started on Jul 24, 2008, 9:49pm »
So much for plans. Claude thought bitterly. All he was supposed to do was meet the leader of the Saudi division, and then be on his way to France. Just a bit of foreign diplomacy. That was it!
And then his guide got murdered and he was kidnapped by a psychopathic woman in the matter of an hour. Nobody knew where he was, including Claude himself. All that he knew was that he was in chains, and that his things had been taken from him, save his undergarments. And he hadn't stopped sniveling since he'd been kidnapped, because he'd been ordered not to cry.
The cell door opened, and Claude drew back, burying his face in his hands from sheer fear.
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #1 on Jul 25, 2008, 12:15am »
Darius didn't like this. The hardest part of being the leader was this. The guilt writhed in his stomach already, and it made him feel sick. He paused before opening the door, a hand on the cold metal, head bent slightly so his black hair fell around his thin pale face. A deep breath and then he regained composure, standing straight. He entered. This man, he was on the cold dark floor in chains, almost naked and sniveling. A wave of sympathy fell over Darius but there was nothing he could do. He imagined himself as the tall, dark figure against the light outside, threatening, cloaked by the darkness. "Hello," he said coldly. He stood above the man, shadow falling across his form. "Perhaps you could tell me who you are." He steeled himself for a refusal, braced himself for the possibility of having to kick the man, the possibility of having to ask the guards to bring in their tools. He wished he could shudder, he wished he could sigh, he wished he could leave. But these were not the wishes to be granted.
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #2 on Jul 26, 2008, 4:34pm »
Claude peeked out from behind his hands as someone entered the room. It was too dark to see the man's face, or even if it was a man. Claude used the silouhette on the floor as a guide. It was a man and... the Alleigance leader paled.
The man had wings.
Claude whimpered as the man came closer, and then cleared his throat to answer the question. "The- the- Marquis Claude du Montpelier-" he stammered fearfully, burying his head in his knees. He shifted farther into the corner.
"Is- is there any ch-chance of you letting me out of here alive? Or are you going-" Claude said, his voice faltering and ready to break into sobs, "Going to kill m-me when this is over?"
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #3 on Jul 27, 2008, 7:26pm »
Darius resisted the temptation to sigh in relief, having avoided torturing the man for another moment. Why isn't Dante here? He should be doing the dirty work...I can't stand it. They had caught a leader of the Allegiance...This would definitely be useful. He advanced as the man retreated further into the shadows. His wings fluttered on his back as he thought, contemplating the man's question. He let the tension grow, let the pause stretch out, and then finally replied, "I'll think about it." After another pause, Darius asked, "Do you want to tell me about the Allegiance's work in Egypt? Or should I force it out of you?" Suppressing a shudder, he began to pace, making sure his boots slammed down loud against the stone.
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #4 on Jul 28, 2008, 6:38pm »
Claude couldn't help but let the pause make him nervous, and then the response make his eyes well up. He began to cry a little before forcing himself to stop, lest they hurt him. The woman before had grown annoyed of his crying, and likely so would this... man... thing... with wings...
At the next question, the Marquis looked up in confusion. Claude had only handled domestic issues. Everything he knew concerned France, the French Alleigance, and the rebels in France. Why was this man asking about Egypt? He'd been captured in Saudi Arabia, not Egypt.
"W-what business in Egypt?" Claude asked dumbfounded.
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Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #5 on Jul 29, 2008, 10:03pm »
Sara took her time walking down the long hallways of the surprisingly moderate sized base they had there. Her sandals made no sound as she moved across the dirty floors. "Whatever maid we have cleaning needs to be fired." she muttered as she kept moving to wards a small room at the end of the hall.
She waited a short while before opening the door. There she saw Claude back in his blubbering state. It was such a pity to see any man like this. "Hello Claude." She said as she looked to wards Darius. Nodding she simply put Claude's ring in his hands. "He belongs to the French Alleigance....as I believe his father."
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #6 on Aug 2, 2008, 5:18pm »
Darius was about to kick Claude, regretting it already, when Sara arrived. He felt his skin prickle with relief and he took the ring. "Thank you." He turned away from Claude, striding into the light so he could see the ring. His wings twitched on his back, rustling gently. The ring was genuine. Grimacing, Darius stowed it away in the pocket of his black pants and turned to Sara, speaking to her quietly. "What was he doing when you caught him? Anything you found that could give us some advantage?"
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Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #7 on Aug 2, 2008, 10:58pm »
"No, he was waiting for the target I was sent for. As far as I know he doesn't know anything that's going on in Saudi Arabia. General had a few things on them but I've already set them aside." She glanced at Claude before looking towards Darius.
"He's very easy to get to though. I'm sure you can get some information out of him either way." she shrugged again.
Re: Prisoner of Fear (Darius/open) « Reply #8 on Aug 3, 2008, 10:25pm »
Claude whimpered and tried to bury his face even deeper into his knees as Sara entered the room. The woman scared him. Not only was she his captor, and had his valuables, but he had also seen her kill. There was no doubt in his mine that she would be the torturer if he was to be tortured. And her presence was making him ready to soil himself.
"Please- I'll- I'll tell you what I can- " he pleaded, "But- but the only things I kn-know regard my own country-"
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