Lock him up for ninety years

[smooth_sith]

Who: Dooku's victims and partners in crime.
When: Backdated to immediately after the kidnappings, and then on from there.
Where: Area 8, Ultimecia's Castle, Chaos territory.
What: Sith hospitality.
Type: Whichever works.
Notes/Warnings: Some threads may involve interrogation or torture. Separate threads for separate interactions, i.e. DOOKU

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[holyrosary]

Rosa stirred from her fretful dozing, groggy and uncomfortable. True sleep eluded her since she'd been taken, not out of fear for herself but what would become of those she cared about. She was no fool, nor was this her first time being held as a captive. She understood what it meant: Rosa was being used as a bargaining chip.

Her bonds were not painfully tight, but they began to chafe her skin. Healing the discomfort was no option either, as she'd been gagged. Of course. It prevented her from casting magics, in her defense or to escape. In her mind, this did not matter.

Cecil would come for her.

She shifted, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position in which to rest. Her limbs grew numb from being in the same position for so long, and the movement stirred them to life with tingling pain.

To block this out, she closed her eyes and thought on happier times, idling between wakefulness and sleep with sweet memories morphing into dreams. Dancing in the moonlight with the one she loved more than life. And still her mind echoed her conviction. Cecil would come for her.

[narcissistic]

He wasn't too keen on shacking up at the old witch's castle, regardless of her timely absenteeism. Although ... Better her place than his if he could judge how messy things might potentially get. Hostage situations called for meticulous care and even that leverage was tentative in the face of headstrong heroes who would take matters into their own hands. Generally speaking though, it was probably best if they made no assumptions about the seriousness or the ruthlessness of the captors in question. Their prisoners were unharmed, yes, and perhaps they would remain that way, but who knew what a retaliation from the Cosmos warriors could bring? Why, they could be dead the moment they charged in, banners blazing. It wasn't Kuja's style, per se, but who knew what the others might do.

He smiled just thinking about it.

Personally, Kuja would have found some deliciously cruel way to dispose of their captives while forcing their would-be rescuers to cater to his wishes anyway. Or that's what he might have done had he felt the least bit invested in this ordeal. That said, Kuja didn't care about the Cosmos crystal or whether they even managed to get their hands on it. However, he was determined to have his fun one way or another. And he would enjoy these ... "interrogations" immensely.

"Rosa, was it?"

He asked, stepping into her cell. As he ventured forth, he made a neat, two fingered gesture over his shoulder that sent the door slamming closed behind him. All the while, his eyes were fixed firmly upon her, an unspeakable shine to them as he approached and a coy smile playing at his lips.

"Won't he be upset..." He quipped, reaching into one of his large sleeves to retrieve a crystal that certainly wasn't his. Briefly captivated by its shine, blue eyes flashed back at her. "-Or will he?"

[holyrosary]

Startled awake at the sound of her name, Rosa's eyes flicked open and quickly focused on the man before her. The one who had taunted Cecil when they were newly come to this war. His presence took her not by surprise; somehow it seemed to her he would be involved in this.

Immediately she looked to the crystal in his hands, trying to ascertain to whom it belonged. Hers? Cecil's? The way the man turned it over in his hands, she questioned that it would be his own. Yet he implied something. Did they also hold Cecil? It did not enter her thoughts that her husband would not come for her. Of course he cared what became of her, even if he could not remember their life at home.

However, she would not give him the satisfaction of fear reflected in her eyes, nor her struggling against her bonds.

Sorry for the wait, dear. ♥

[narcissistic]

Closing the distance a bit, she would perhaps be able to identify the crystal as her own by color and facts of circumstance. If she was still unsure, he made quite a show of getting comfortable with it, gracefully taking a seat in a manner that seemed impossible. His feet lifted from the floor, and when he leaned back slightly to cross one leg over the other, the gesture kicked him up a full meter.

In a better position to harry her, he let the crystal float idly between his hands, bringing it to life some seconds later in a brief flash of light that lit his face up, silhouettes playing softly across his features as he looked down at the scene in his lap with increasing interest. Of course there was no telling what he was witnessing exactly, but whatever it was made his eyes grow fond and slightly large.

"What sweet tragedy..." He said quietly, and little did she know, he'd spent the last several minutes listening to a great many intriguing things, courtesy of this precious tool that had been filched from her upon capture. He sent the crystal hovering up above his palm, then an elegant twist of his wrist as he closed his fingers made it disappear into thin air, leaving her to that self-satisfied look of his. He settled slowly back to the floor and started slinking those last couple of steps forward that would bring them face to face. "It must be hard," he started, voice soft with false apology. "Being in love with a man who doesn't even recognize you..."

It's worth the wait! ♥

[holyrosary]

Upon seeing that the crystal he held was hers, Rosa flinched as a deep crimson hue blazed across her cheeks. Everything she'd said in her time here was open for reading and her modesty could not abide that humiliation. Not that her behavior had been anything untoward, but private conversations were meant to be private. Those were few as well, as most had been public, but there was still that atrocious sensation that her privacy had been invaded.

It went against her nature to think the worst of people, yet something about this man set her skin crawling. Under the soft voice there was something sinister. Then she understood why.

He knew of the situation with Cecil and his memories.

She closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid looking at her tormentor, especially now that he was so near. Too much made sense. He wasn't implying that they held Cecil. He implied that Cecil would not save her because he had no reason to. But he was so very wrong. Rosa knew this to be true to the core of her being.

It was hard, loving Cecil when he didn't know her at all. Yet it was no different than loving him when he served as a dark knight under the king of Baron and had not reciprocated her affections. This burden was not so difficult to bear, rather a challenge to be overcome, as they had others before. He would remember; of this, she was certain. And even should he not, she would remain faithful to him and her belief in her husband.

You know nothing of Cecil. She wished so much to say this aloud and had she not been gagged would have reminded Kuja of this. He made a mockery of them both and that was not to be tolerated.