Marisol is seated opposite the man. She looks entirely at ease, as though she was sunk into a comfortable armchair.
When she wandered into the interrogation space she had been rolling a grape between her fingers, that she popped into her mouth and bit into with a content sound, other hand balancing a plated bunch. No weapons, no tools to speak of. The man has been denied water, for a time. Nothing dangerous, just to make his mouth dry. Minor, playful terribleness, for moments of brief respite to see if he would make this a rather more pleasant experience for both of them.
He is not immediately forthcoming, alas. And motivation can be a problem. Their time is limited.
Very well, then. Taking up her staff, she murmurs quietly as her other hand is held out, fingers outstretched as though she was grasping for something. He stares at her, as cold starts to seep under his skin, and then— his scream is loud and blood curdling. Across his chest the skin is starting to rise in bumps, and then in spikes, stretched close to breaking. His breath comes in bursts that cloud the air.
And then the peaks are gone, and though his breathing is short, it doesn't seem as though she's touched him. She eats another grape. "So? I asked you a question."
cw: torture / body horror / ongoing but other stuff to be added.
When she wandered into the interrogation space she had been rolling a grape between her fingers, that she popped into her mouth and bit into with a content sound, other hand balancing a plated bunch. No weapons, no tools to speak of. The man has been denied water, for a time. Nothing dangerous, just to make his mouth dry. Minor, playful terribleness, for moments of brief respite to see if he would make this a rather more pleasant experience for both of them.
He is not immediately forthcoming, alas. And motivation can be a problem. Their time is limited.
Very well, then. Taking up her staff, she murmurs quietly as her other hand is held out, fingers outstretched as though she was grasping for something. He stares at her, as cold starts to seep under his skin, and then— his scream is loud and blood curdling. Across his chest the skin is starting to rise in bumps, and then in spikes, stretched close to breaking. His breath comes in bursts that cloud the air.
And then the peaks are gone, and though his breathing is short, it doesn't seem as though she's touched him. She eats another grape. "So? I asked you a question."