Forten's Illusion Ch 3 Interrogation

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer watches the interrogation proceed. Her pen scratches upon the paper as she commits all of the information into her notebook. Her head follows Alessandra's movement as she approaches the cage. Noting the wandering eye of the prisoner, Jennifer's own eye moved around the area. The prisoner was not in eye sight of anyone except the male prisoner. Jennifer stepped away. She moved further into the private area until she came to the area where she kept Angela and the witch cat. Were they somehow supernaturally aware of the new prisoners? Was the cat signalling something now?

[Seryna]

Jack had the sense that his skills were working precisely as he intended. There was something different about the way the prisoner behaved during the execution of his interrogation. Those eyes of the prisoners should not be moving around. The prisoner who appears to be in her mid thirties was looking at Jack as he engaged her. Yet a sound immediately beside the prisoner tore her attention from Jack.

It was the tapping of Alessandra's claws that had attracted Ashea's attention. Ashea recoiled immediately, falling backwards onto her rear. She scrambled away backwards from Alessandra, her face transfixed in a fearful expression.

[Alessandra]

She heard the questions, especially about the cat. What was up with that damn cat.

"Il felino θ sicuro?" she asks Jenn, eyes not moving from the woman. Did Jacque speak Italian? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't trying to hide anything from the Lord, only the prisoners.

The sudden movement did elicit a pleased smile from the Savage. A Gangrels Claws were a terrifying thing to behold.

"Answer the questions." maybe this one needed more motivation? Ale could certainly provide it. But there were unknowns here, and she hated playing with unknowns.

[Seryna]

She heard the questions, especially about the cat. What was up with that damn cat.

"Il felino θ sicuro?" she asks Jenn, eyes not moving from the woman. Did Jacque speak Italian? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't trying to hide anything from the Lord, only the prisoners.

The sudden movement did elicit a pleased smile from the Savage. A Gangrels Claws were a terrifying thing to behold.

"Answer the questions." maybe this one needed more motivation? Ale could certainly provide it. But there were unknowns here, and she hated playing with unknowns.

please give me an intimidation roll with a+1 modifier

[Alessandra]

4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-11-18 21:07:04	Alessandra rolls 9 to Intimidation(Pres+Intim+Spec)+1 ST (10 Again)	9, 10, 10, 6, 5, 9, 5, 4, 5, 4, 4	4 successes

[Jacque]

Frustration washed over Jack's face. He was close to having his answers but the Prince's patience wore thin.

There is very little that can break a Lord's trance... however the primal fear for one's life and the instinct to protect it was one. Aggression, intimidation... all dull, unreliable tools to the man who spent years perfecting his way of extracting the truth.

Little could be done now. Eyes traced the Seneschal's movements as she stepped away before returning his gaze to Ashea. If he could not pull the truth from her, he would at least silence the lies.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-11-20 09:48:52	Jacque rolls 10 to veridical tongue (Pre+Sub+Maj-Composure) (10 Again)	3, 1, 7, 4, 9, 7, 6, 2, 7, 7	1 success

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer looks over the other prisoners that she has been responsible for so long. She saw no signs of agitation, beyond the usual agitation at her presence. She returns and her eyes are on Alessandra’s hands for a long beat. Then her surprise passed. Jennifer nods slightly to Alessandra. For Jack’s benefit, she answered ‘Yes.’
A longer explanation was given to Alessandra.
“Il gatto θ al sicuro. Non vedo segni che stia comunicando.”

Jennifer returns to where she can see the two new prisoners. She observes the new body language of the prisoner.

Italian Translation

The cat is safe. I see no sign of communication.

[Seryna]

The prisoner looks frightened.
“The only Kindred was Angela. The only Thrall is myself.
The cat conveyed a short four-word message to me. It is the only time that I have heard it do that. I know that he has the ability to call the cat to wherever he is. He states that the cat will keep him healthy for the war to come.”
Jack has the sense that his devotion was working well.
At Alessandra’s return, Ashea’s eyes are now fixed on Alessandra’s claws. She is trembling in fear.

[Alessandra]

Ale was the type of Kindred who relished on the fear of others. Years upon years within and then running the local mafia, and as Prince, had only strengthened it.

While she was focused on the girl, she did catch the look on Jacques face. Maybe her Claws were a bit early. Maybe. But her patience with this back and forth was wearing thin.

Then the woman spoke, and Ale stands, moving back a couple feet. Closing the distance would be a simple task if she needed to. Was she trying to give the Lord the upper hand again? Perhaps.

“And that message was?”

[Jacque]

Jack watched as he could do little more than spectate at this point. The fear would be too strong to take control of, and the Prince was still getting her answers... her way.

Although he refrained from showing it, he did not like being a third wheel on a conversation. He understood the necessity of speaking in tongues given the scenario, but it was a language he was not versed in. He assumed it was Italian by the savage's heritage, but the Seneschal's affirmation meant little to him without the context of the question.

He watched, and remained vigilant for any signs of deception.