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

Comments

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.