CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Sure, sounds fine ende.

Red Wing had been watching silently from a short distance, unnoticed. "Unfortunately, yes." He stepped forward, casting Wisp a stern look.

Marley
I moaned, my eyes fluttering open. Pain hit me in another wave, but it was duller. My leg that he had shot up, along with my arm which also recived a couple of bullets, and my broken ankle, were all bandaged up.

Senet
"And would I be cohrrect een assumeeng zat you'hre Hred Weeng?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that my heart just dropped into my stomach.

Wisp
I freeze, my eyes wide. The whole time...? How could i not notice him... I shake fearful, not daring to look at him.

The Director nodded. "Dramatically?" He asks, writing on a paper.

Red Wing looked down at him, cold eyes pinning. He nodded.

Senet
Oh là là...
"Well...let's get zees ovehr weez."

((Again, the French "oh là là" shows negative surprise.))

So Marley will just hang out?

Cricket nodded, continuing hesitantly. He felt like he was betraying something. "Dramatically as in...more so than normal."

((Hm, well unless someone played a doctor idk what to do with her at the moment What's Emily up to? Confinement, right? Maybe she could go ahead and heal her or something.))

((*pokes Jacky*

Red Wing? o3o))

"Wisp." Red Wing said, not moving his gaze. "Your pity is interferring with your task. I thought you said you would be good."

"That's very cryptic," the Director jokes, looking up. "Care to elaborate?"

Wisp
"I don't...pity..." i say quietly. "I - I helped him so he wouldn't die. We still need to interrogate him, yes?"

Senet
"You guys ahre wohrse zan ze Sybek," I muttered. "At least ze Sybek keell you queeckly and don't ask questions."

Cricket paused. "No. I'm feeling very blunt today, as a matter of fact."

"But we're not here to kill you, are we? We want answers." Red Wing's eyes shot to Wisp. "Or else people may have to suffer the consequences."

Senet
"Ah, I suppose ze Sybek ahre wohrse aftehr all." My head was clearing, thank goodness. "You can't sepahrate a life fhrom a soul, can you? I doubt you even know what zose ahre. And you can't keep me fhrom leaving when I damn well please."

"Not cooperating anymore, Cricket? I warned you what would happen," The director looks up at him.

Wisp
I feel his eyes on me. People aren't supposed to take joy from killing. I sink to the floor and shake, pleading with Senet to stay in my eyes. He has no right to, i had shot him. Threatened to hurt his friend.

Cricket caught himself tracing over his scar again and forced himself to lower his hand. "Solitary confinement? I've seen worse, friend."

Red Wing watched Wisp for a moment before striking her in the temple with his gun. "Your emotions are running too deep, Wisp. End them." He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around a gun.

Senet
Wisp just gave me the most pitiful look I'd ever seen. And now Red Wing was trying to get her to shoot me...again. How effective would cutting off his air supply be? Probably not much; he could just shoot me before I could successfully suffocate him.
"I zought you wehre askeeng questions?" I inquired, trying to stall. "You want do know why I 'ave zees powehrs, don't you?"

"The scientists, then?" The Director challenges.

Wisp
I slump but put myself up, pulling the gun away from him. "I know my emotions!" I snap at him. "They're under control!"

"Prove yourself." Red Wing said.

Senet
I really didn't like where this was going.
"You said you wehren't 'eehre to keell me, deedn't you?" I asked, staring at the gun.

Cricket sighed, ran a hand through his hair and met eyes with him. "If you give me to the scientists, you'll never get an answer."

hmmmmmm

"Not kill you," Red Wing said bluntly. "That doesn't mean you'll be unharmed."

Wisp
I stare him down still shaking, glancing over at Senet and back to him. I fix my jaw. "He loses any more blood he'll die though."

"They have their ways of getting answers," Director says simply.