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kore_logs2013-08-29 06:55 pm
burnburnburn) wrote in kore_logs2013-08-29 06:55 pm
Entry tags:
Interrogations
Who: Dilandau Albatou and Shiala
Where: Dilandau's house
When: Day 106 in the evening.
Summary: Shiala survived the Kraken's attack. Dilandau wants to learn why.
It had been two days since Wallie's death, and Dilandau's world was still shaken. No, not shaken, just set back to the same place it had been when he left Gaia. He'd begun to forget that he was alone, unique in his talents, and that believing in others was merely building his foundations upon sand. He needed to stop wasting his time and work out how to escape.
Wallie was too weak to survive the kraken's attack, but there were others here who were stronger. Dilandau intended to find out why, so that he would understand the inadequacy of the man he made the mistake of respecting, but also, more importantly, so that he would understand how he could be strong. He'd need that knowledge when (not if) they broke out of their prison.
He stalked through the streets of the town and the sun set, looking for the people he'd heard had vanished. There was one name in particular that stuck out to him, because that woman couldn't possibly be mistaken for anybody else.
It didn't take him long to spot her. Shiala, the plant woman. The only other person he knew who, like him, had never been to earth before she was captured here. Though he'd made no effort to speak to her after their initial greetings, it had been a strange comfort to know he wasn't the only one who saw all of these earth demons as aliens.
He stalked over to her, his stride purposeful and his face set into a serious expression. The hair hanging over his face did little to obscure the dark circles under his eyes from his lack of sleep, or to soften the pinched anger around his brows that was now a constant.
"I want to talk to you."
Where: Dilandau's house
When: Day 106 in the evening.
Summary: Shiala survived the Kraken's attack. Dilandau wants to learn why.
It had been two days since Wallie's death, and Dilandau's world was still shaken. No, not shaken, just set back to the same place it had been when he left Gaia. He'd begun to forget that he was alone, unique in his talents, and that believing in others was merely building his foundations upon sand. He needed to stop wasting his time and work out how to escape.
Wallie was too weak to survive the kraken's attack, but there were others here who were stronger. Dilandau intended to find out why, so that he would understand the inadequacy of the man he made the mistake of respecting, but also, more importantly, so that he would understand how he could be strong. He'd need that knowledge when (not if) they broke out of their prison.
He stalked through the streets of the town and the sun set, looking for the people he'd heard had vanished. There was one name in particular that stuck out to him, because that woman couldn't possibly be mistaken for anybody else.
It didn't take him long to spot her. Shiala, the plant woman. The only other person he knew who, like him, had never been to earth before she was captured here. Though he'd made no effort to speak to her after their initial greetings, it had been a strange comfort to know he wasn't the only one who saw all of these earth demons as aliens.
He stalked over to her, his stride purposeful and his face set into a serious expression. The hair hanging over his face did little to obscure the dark circles under his eyes from his lack of sleep, or to soften the pinched anger around his brows that was now a constant.
"I want to talk to you."
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She's... not thrilled, honestly. She's sore, still healing, bandages wrapped around her middle under her clothes. She's bruised and tired, but she's also restless. She wanted to walk, and not... chat with strangers. Not now.
"Yes?" She looks at him expectantly. "What is it you need?"
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"You were taken by the kraken, weren't you? I'm collecting information about what our captors use against us, so I want to talk to you."
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Shiala looks at him evenly for a moment, shifting her weight. She's not thrilled about talking about what she's been through, though she recognises that this, like her time with the Thorian, is something she's obliged to share.
"Yes, I was. What do you want to know?" Was it likely to be a long conversation? "What was your name?"
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"We'd be better off having this talk somewhere we can sit down. My house is just down the road." he jerks his chin in the right direction.
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She can't deny the wisdom of that, she supposes. A talk sitting down is far more welcoming. Maybe she doesn't know him, either, but whatever else she is, she's always been a soldier. She's not afraid of him.
"Fine." She nods. "Lead, and I'll follow, and I'll tell you what I can."
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"I've got my note papers in my room. Take a seat in the living room and I'll be back in a moment." He points through the door to the left. On the opposite side, the kitchen still shows heavy damage from his rampage two days ago.
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Notes. Goddess help her, he was going to take notes. Well, that was wise, maybe, but it was no less unnerving. On the whole, she really dislikes being made to feel like an interesting scientific specimen.
And what had happened in the kitchen?
Nevertheless, Shiala sits down on a handy chair, resting her hands on her knees. There's nothing delicately feminine in her manner, to be sure.
"What sort of questions did you have?" she calls after him.