>>5342840Looking briefly to your sleeping hostage, you realize that Jezebel had been largely forgotten, mostly because she had been unconscious the whole time you’d been talking with Boleski.
“You ready to make Jezebel talk?” You address the room, wanting to get right into it now that the matter of getting Boleski on your team has been mostly settled.
“She’ll talk alright.” Valjean hums, looking just as ready to get this interrogation going. “Wake up,” he commands the unconscious goth, to which she blearily opens her eyes.
<span class="mu-i">“Nggghhh.</span> Shit…” She groans, purple eyes scanning Boleski’s rubble-filled room and looking utterly confused. However, when those eyes land on you and Boleski, her bleariness shifts right into anger. “You guys are the ones who kidnapped me!”
<span class="mu-i">Wow. No shit, Sherlock.</span> You mentally commend her for her exemplary deduction skills.
“Where’d you take me?” Jezebel tries again, angrier, and, when no one gives her an answer, she begins to struggle against her bonds. While she can’t break the handcuffs, she tries to grow out enough of her hair to break out of that.
“Cut that out,” Valjean commands, and, at that, purple eyes glaze over as Jezebel’s mind bends to the former Crux leader’s ability. . “You’ll forget everything that happened later. Now you’re going to answer my questions without argument. Got that?” The hair-bound goth gives a few, sluggish bobs of the head.
“What do you guys want to ask her?” Valjean asks, turning back to you and Boleski.
“Where rest of gang?” Boleski suggests practically.
"Maybe..." You mutter, placing a hand on your chin, and, no matter what any of you might ask, Jezebel will have no choice but to answer.
>Wat ask?>So how long have you guys been doing this cop-killing thing?>Where’s the rest of your gang hiding?>Are you *really* the leader here?>Are there other groups like yours?>Write-in