Say, would you mind if I delay a bit tonight? I have Assassin's Creed rented and would like to try to finish it before I need to return it.
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"Hmm, that may work." Meesei commented, speaking quietly so none of the prisoners could hear her from within the cells. "Although, we will still need to be careful with the information she gives us, if she does talk. We may not be personally torturing her, but she may just say what we want to hear to stop the pain. We will need to confirm anything she says with the other prisoners."
Ri'vashi looked away briefly, towards a specific door off to their right. "This one thinks the Imperial may be a good choice to question next. Of all of them, he has by far been the most defiant. He seems bold, and certainly brave to have tried attacking the Champion. He could be their leader. He has a strong mind, so he may be difficult to break, but he may know the most."
"Do you want to attempt what we spoke of before?" Meesei asked. "If you feign offense at his taunts, beat him in a rage, you might convince him that he is getting into your head."
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Irenya still could not bring herself to look at Fendros, and especially Ahnasha. She continued to look down, eating small bites of what was left of her meat as if to give an excuse for why she was not speaking. The uncomfortable silence continued hanging in the air for a while, and just as before, it was the silence she could not handle. She glanced up to Fendros for at least a brief moment before she finally spoke up softly. "This place is...not what I was expecting."
Ri'vashi looked away briefly, towards a specific door off to their right. "This one thinks the Imperial may be a good choice to question next. Of all of them, he has by far been the most defiant. He seems bold, and certainly brave to have tried attacking the Champion. He could be their leader. He has a strong mind, so he may be difficult to break, but he may know the most."
"Do you want to attempt what we spoke of before?" Meesei asked. "If you feign offense at his taunts, beat him in a rage, you might convince him that he is getting into your head."
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Irenya still could not bring herself to look at Fendros, and especially Ahnasha. She continued to look down, eating small bites of what was left of her meat as if to give an excuse for why she was not speaking. The uncomfortable silence continued hanging in the air for a while, and just as before, it was the silence she could not handle. She glanced up to Fendros for at least a brief moment before she finally spoke up softly. "This place is...not what I was expecting."
Dar-tzesa almost seemed to attempt to resist the potion when he forced her to drink it, but she was not in much of a position to deny anything that Gallus gave her. Regardless, she bared her teeth angrily at Gallus as he spoke. "The only relief you can give me is to kill me, you...dog. This pain, this relief...it's all meaningless. Don't you get it? I'm doomed, dead, abandoned. They told me that I would get cured, and get everything we agreed on, as long as I was successful. Well, I failed, and now I'm going to be tortured by your lord for eternity. Nothing else matters. Nothing you can do to me will matter, because it will only get worse after you kill me. So you can take your potion, and your questions, and shove them up your backside as far as I'm concerned. Because nothing. Matters." She growled.
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Irenya looked away, down at her meal. "Well, as I said, I am no priestess. If you want answers on how to please your ancestors, you will need to ask the one performing your ceremony. I am sure he will be much more knowledgeable on it than I."
At first, Irenya seemed content to try and ignore Fendros' second question, but the silence in the conversation grew quickly awkward. She looked around nervously, uncertain of how to go about saying anything she was thinking. "That is true, yes, but...I just needed to think about it for a while to...determine how I should feel about it. That is all." She explained, though it was not actually much of an explanation. It was an answer that, while technically true, failed to actually answer his question in any meaningful way.
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Irenya looked away, down at her meal. "Well, as I said, I am no priestess. If you want answers on how to please your ancestors, you will need to ask the one performing your ceremony. I am sure he will be much more knowledgeable on it than I."
At first, Irenya seemed content to try and ignore Fendros' second question, but the silence in the conversation grew quickly awkward. She looked around nervously, uncertain of how to go about saying anything she was thinking. "That is true, yes, but...I just needed to think about it for a while to...determine how I should feel about it. That is all." She explained, though it was not actually much of an explanation. It was an answer that, while technically true, failed to actually answer his question in any meaningful way.
The Argonian continued looking away from Gallus, despondent. The pain from her burns kept her intermittently in tears, while the shackles and hard stone floor did nothing to help her comfort. "What does it matter? You're going to kill me anyway. I'm just a failure. I'll die as a failure, then get tortured for eternity. That's what I have to look forward to. It doesn't matter what you do to me, because it will only get worse. My life is over, my...existence is over. If you want a name to put on my grave, it is Dar-tzesa." She finally answered.
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Irenya curled her lips and looked down at the remainder of her meal briefly. "I see...and I suppose you do not want them at your wedding, then? I cannot say I know where else you could find a nontraditional Dunmer priest, but...well there is nothing saying your wedding has to be within the walls of the city. I am sure your story is a common one in a place like Cheydinhal, with how the Imperials influence the Dunmer there. You could just ask for something discrete."
At this point, it seemed clear that Irenya had come to terms with, and was in support of Fendros' relationship. If not, then the act she was putting on was an elaborate one. What was not clear was why she had her sudden change of heart. Neither Ahnasha, nor anyone else had mentioned speaking to Irenya on Fendros' behalf since their last conversation aboard the ship.
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Irenya curled her lips and looked down at the remainder of her meal briefly. "I see...and I suppose you do not want them at your wedding, then? I cannot say I know where else you could find a nontraditional Dunmer priest, but...well there is nothing saying your wedding has to be within the walls of the city. I am sure your story is a common one in a place like Cheydinhal, with how the Imperials influence the Dunmer there. You could just ask for something discrete."
At this point, it seemed clear that Irenya had come to terms with, and was in support of Fendros' relationship. If not, then the act she was putting on was an elaborate one. What was not clear was why she had her sudden change of heart. Neither Ahnasha, nor anyone else had mentioned speaking to Irenya on Fendros' behalf since their last conversation aboard the ship.
I think I'll wait for a Grey post so I'll know what to do with Ssarak.
Is Free free to use the malice Naga in his post?
Is Free free to use the malice Naga in his post?
I'm about to head to bed. I'll respond in the morning.
I could have Tir come back by to aid Dyno, @HHShetland. Though, she would need to be alerted. It might be that she would start listening to his radio show. That could be used in some way, perhaps.
Meesei crossed her arms, glancing towards the closed door. "Hmm, that is a fair point. Looking at me for only a moment seemed to enrage her. An emotionally compromised person can be manipulated, we should probably question her before attempting that. Or rather, you and Ri'vashi should. I will only serve to distract her. Go through with your plan and see what you can learn from her I will wait outside and listen in. If you feel it would be advantageous to agitate her emotions, feel free to call me in." Meesei answered.
Ri'vashi gave a nod. "Of course, Champion. Since Ri'vashi has been around this impostor for most of the time she has been here, this one should be able to call out at least some inconsistencies in her story. This one can get another healing potion for her injury, one moment." She said, motioning to one of the guards nearby in the hallway. "Soldier, fetch us a healing potion, something specialized for pain. As quickly as you can."
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Irenya rubbed her neck awkwardly with widened eyes. "Oh, well...I am no priestess. I have been to a wedding before, so I am familiar with the ceremony, but I do not know if I would be qualified to run it. I would hate to miss an important detail and displease your ancestors, which would be a definite possibility."
Looking off to the side, Irenya finally continued her meal, though only for a few moments. "You would be best served trying to find someone qualified for such a ceremony. That may be difficult in Elsweyr, but...what about later? We are, in all likelihood, returning to Cyrodiil after this whole affair. Cheydinhal would certainly have someone willing and able to do just what you need."
Ri'vashi gave a nod. "Of course, Champion. Since Ri'vashi has been around this impostor for most of the time she has been here, this one should be able to call out at least some inconsistencies in her story. This one can get another healing potion for her injury, one moment." She said, motioning to one of the guards nearby in the hallway. "Soldier, fetch us a healing potion, something specialized for pain. As quickly as you can."
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Irenya rubbed her neck awkwardly with widened eyes. "Oh, well...I am no priestess. I have been to a wedding before, so I am familiar with the ceremony, but I do not know if I would be qualified to run it. I would hate to miss an important detail and displease your ancestors, which would be a definite possibility."
Looking off to the side, Irenya finally continued her meal, though only for a few moments. "You would be best served trying to find someone qualified for such a ceremony. That may be difficult in Elsweyr, but...what about later? We are, in all likelihood, returning to Cyrodiil after this whole affair. Cheydinhal would certainly have someone willing and able to do just what you need."
For a moment, the Argonian was silent, apart from a few sobs. Slowly, she raised her head to look at Gallus, but as soon as she saw Meesei standing up behind him, she started to bare her teeth in rage. Since Meesei was out of her reach, she looked back to Gallus and spat in his face. In contrast to the Imperial from before, however, her demeanor of defiance did not last. "It doesn't matter...nothing matters." She answered as she lowered her head once more.
"Just...kill me. Kill me now! You've already destroyed my life, just put me out of my misery." She added with an utterly defeated tone.
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Irenya leaned back defensively in her seat, almost on reaction. Fendros' question was probably one she should have been expecting, but she hesitated enough in her answer that it definitely did not seem prepared. "I...do not know what you are implying. I have taken an interest in your spiritual well-being since we first started traveling together. You have a family now, but to have a child and no one to call your wife is certainly not something I would think your ancestors would prefer. There are certain formalities that our ancestors expect by tradition, you understand. I merely want to give you some helpful advice."
Irenya's tone did not necessarily imply that she was lying, but her answer completely ignored all she had said before about Ahnasha and Rhazii being Khajiit. It was a reversal of her previous opinion, and one that had come without Ahnasha or Fendros saying anything more to her.
"Just...kill me. Kill me now! You've already destroyed my life, just put me out of my misery." She added with an utterly defeated tone.
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Irenya leaned back defensively in her seat, almost on reaction. Fendros' question was probably one she should have been expecting, but she hesitated enough in her answer that it definitely did not seem prepared. "I...do not know what you are implying. I have taken an interest in your spiritual well-being since we first started traveling together. You have a family now, but to have a child and no one to call your wife is certainly not something I would think your ancestors would prefer. There are certain formalities that our ancestors expect by tradition, you understand. I merely want to give you some helpful advice."
Irenya's tone did not necessarily imply that she was lying, but her answer completely ignored all she had said before about Ahnasha and Rhazii being Khajiit. It was a reversal of her previous opinion, and one that had come without Ahnasha or Fendros saying anything more to her.
With no further delays, Meesei, Gallus, and Ri'vashi made their way down to the prison cells. The stronghold had a specialized prison built into it, though ironically, the clan had to carry out the supplies they had been storing in most of the cells in order to make room for their prisoners. The rooms had solid stone construction, with heavy, windowless iron doors. The only opening was a slot near the bottom which opened inwards, and could be used to slide in food without opening the door.
Meesei led the group to the last door at the end of the hallway, which contained the only prisoner she had not yet interviewed. The impostor, even if she was not the leader, would have to have some knowledge of their goals in order to carry out her sabotage. As such, she was the natural one to begin interrogating first. As soon as Ri'vashi unlocked and opened the door for them, they were met with sobbing from within. As a precaution, the Argonian had her legs and remaining arm shackled with chains designed to hold through a transformation. She, like the other prisoners, had been stripped of all her belongings to prevent them from improvising any tools, but she did not appear to have the will to resist. She had her head hung low, and did not raise it even to look at who was coming to question her. All she did to acknowledge them was to speak breifly between her cries. "It still hurts. It's not there, but it still hurts! I can feel the shackle on my wrist...but it's not there. It's not there." She sobbed.
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Irenya was not attempting to read too deeply into Fendros' words. Even just the surface of his answer gave her pause to think. She was obviously uncomfortable, but she gave no hint of judgment, positive or negative, from learning that they had not any sort of ceremony. Although, her next response gave much more clarity to her opinion on the matter. "Well...if you are going to have a family, you should really do it properly. Why not have a ceremony to formalize your...love? I am not particularly familiar with the Eight Divines, but I do not believe either kind of ceremony would need to be extravagant. Hircine does not require that we observe such customs, but neither does he forbid it."
Irenya was touching on a topic that was personal to Fendros and Ahnasha, and while it might not have been her place to insist on such things, it could be seen as a step in the right direction for her. Not only was she now readily acknowledging Ahnasha and Rhazii as Fendros' family, but she was actively encouraging him to formalize that relationship in a ceremony she considered sacred.
Meesei led the group to the last door at the end of the hallway, which contained the only prisoner she had not yet interviewed. The impostor, even if she was not the leader, would have to have some knowledge of their goals in order to carry out her sabotage. As such, she was the natural one to begin interrogating first. As soon as Ri'vashi unlocked and opened the door for them, they were met with sobbing from within. As a precaution, the Argonian had her legs and remaining arm shackled with chains designed to hold through a transformation. She, like the other prisoners, had been stripped of all her belongings to prevent them from improvising any tools, but she did not appear to have the will to resist. She had her head hung low, and did not raise it even to look at who was coming to question her. All she did to acknowledge them was to speak breifly between her cries. "It still hurts. It's not there, but it still hurts! I can feel the shackle on my wrist...but it's not there. It's not there." She sobbed.
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Irenya was not attempting to read too deeply into Fendros' words. Even just the surface of his answer gave her pause to think. She was obviously uncomfortable, but she gave no hint of judgment, positive or negative, from learning that they had not any sort of ceremony. Although, her next response gave much more clarity to her opinion on the matter. "Well...if you are going to have a family, you should really do it properly. Why not have a ceremony to formalize your...love? I am not particularly familiar with the Eight Divines, but I do not believe either kind of ceremony would need to be extravagant. Hircine does not require that we observe such customs, but neither does he forbid it."
Irenya was touching on a topic that was personal to Fendros and Ahnasha, and while it might not have been her place to insist on such things, it could be seen as a step in the right direction for her. Not only was she now readily acknowledging Ahnasha and Rhazii as Fendros' family, but she was actively encouraging him to formalize that relationship in a ceremony she considered sacred.
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