(Skeleton Keys) Police Interrogation

[West]

Continued from here...

In the back room of the Asylum, a captured ghoul has been Blood Bound and Dominated by #Josephine Sterling. Some have departed, some remain.

With her body frozen, Katya's eyes wander and follow David as he gathers his belongings and makes his leave. "A pleasant evening to you." she says to him before he departs.

Her eyes then meet Josephine's, giving her only a nod of acknowledgment of her instructions before turning her attention to the thrall. With arms folded and a finger tapping her forearm, Katya recalls all that was shared to her in the car ride with David and what she learned tonight before forming her first question. It wouldn't be the last, but given that htis thrall belonged to someone else, it was best not to waste time with unnecessary questions.

"Besides the ones who brought you here this evening, have any others visited the haven you guarded during your tenure? If so, give descriptions, names and approximate dates as to who paid visits that you would have seen."

The eyes which Josephine's cold hands close, and the ghoul's head rolls toward Katya. Some other time, lust might have replaced the glassy eyes. Tonight, there is only pain and hunger -- for Blood rather than flesh.

"There..."

His mouth works, silently, and eyes blink slowly.

"There... they..."

A rictus forms, and a tongue runs over teeth, questioning. Like a goldfish, eyes bulge open and close as compulsions war. In the end, the balance is upset and the scales tipped by the nascent Bond.

"They... wore masks. Party masks. But I could tell, there were three women, and two men. Sometimes together, not always. Every few weeks. Right before payday, usually. So the, ummmm." Some people have internal calendars. Some don't. "The, ummmm. Twelfth? Twenty-, ah, Twenty-five, Twenty-fifth?"

The words come slowly, and with effort. And when they're done, eyes slide back over to Josephine, looking for approval.

[Josephine Sterling]

A pale hand strayed to the ghouls head and begin to disinterestedly rub, mussing the hair.

"Who fed you? Who fed the large one in the suit? And did you ever travel with them elsewhere?" she asked, hoping that the ghoul's wounds, or its shriveled little mind, wouldn't keep it from answering such a rapid procession of questions. It had seemed to do well so far, but one never knew.

[West]

"I don't know."

A soft sigh escapes, and his eyes close, like a child being lulled to sleep by their parent.

"The one with the helmet. Like a costume, but it would... bleed. After they would go in there with the table."[/COLOR] Below Josephine's hand, the head rolled and turned, and his tongue flickered out at her fingertips.

"Sometimes. Me, just once."

[Josephine Sterling]

"Where did you they take you? Describe it in as much detail as you can," the Sanctified ordered, ceasing her rubbing, instead just resting her hand on the creature's head.

[West]

"Rio Lindo."

The man's eyes fluttered like someone struggling to stay awake.

"The airport. There was... a fire. They needed to get in, but it was locked down. Emergency personnel only."

Breathing becomes more shallow*.

"We picked someone up. Don't know who, but I could... smell... them. Like someone burnt meat on the grill."

*

For the sake of expediency, I'm assuming someone will ask why they went there.

[Josephine Sterling]

"And were you to decide to undermine your masters, hypothetically, what would you do?" Josephine added, curious if that question would jog anything loose.

[West]

"I don't know. They ki- ... dropped me off. Took my car. It was a man, though. Walking, whispering. Strange. I remember... he had a... sword?"

It's a statement, but a question. Surprise.

"The table. In the room. The secret room, the big stone table."

The words whisper out. A pink bubble slowly forms at his mouth and pops, leaving tiny crimson flecks around his mouth.

"Masters? We worked for Body. He made all the deals."

[Josephine Sterling]

It seemed that their adversaries were annoyingly competent. Indeed, perhaps it would have been better for Gaius to have stayed. He might know of a question which they would not think to ask. Alas, he was not, and that was the price he would have to pay.

"You worked for Body. And he made deals. Tell us more about those deals, and what you did with Body. Was he the one who approached you for your services first?"