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Post by Red Charge on Dec 14, 2014 18:33:56 GMT -5
"Please do." Tremor said, "He knows what I am and what I came here to do. With your lines here broken, it won't matter to him how many dogs died. Your fortifications are ruined and half of your city is burning. At worst, he'll toss me out of his army, at best, he'll give me another battalion, not that I care." The general smiled triumphantly, obviously he didn't care WHEN he got out or to whom he was released. He was giving out a disgusting triumphant aura. In his mind, he's already won, just by living.
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Post by Draft Design on Dec 15, 2014 0:38:56 GMT -5
The smirk on Draft's face faded away, leaving the pegasus frustrated that his idea had done nothing towards improving the situation. All that seemed to matter to this stupid hound was that he get out of this alive. And he was overtly confident that when this was all over, he would end up back in police custody and eventually free. That's what mattered to him, being alive and free when this all ended.
If Draft didn't kill him, this mutt would get what he wanted. But because it already believed Draft wouldn't kill him, to him walking free was an inevitability. To Tremor, walking free was an inevitability. Nothing could change that. Tremor was going to walk free.
"I just remembered," Draft spoke, not even directly to Tremor. "The bugs work for us now."
This time Draft focused his attention right on the chained general. "The police don't need to have you turned over. They just need to think you're being turned over. So I don't care what happens to you. I could kill you right now if I wanted. And even if I don't, we just keep you in a breadbox and no one's the wiser."
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 15, 2014 19:56:44 GMT -5
The dog laughed again, "You think I'm some kind of stupid? You really think that a changeling would let themselves rot in prison just so you could kill me? They really sent you of all ponies here? Are they trying to waste your time?" The general taunted. "Are you even an interrogator, or are you just some janitor they brought in for the questioning?"
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Post by Draft Design on Dec 17, 2014 16:27:46 GMT -5
Draft didn't hesitate to pick up the hammer from the nearby table and chuck it directly at Tremor's stupid face. It was more of an impulse to let off some frustration than anything. That and maybe a way to shut Tremor up.
After a second or two, he walked over and picked the object back up, setting it back on the table without really caring or paying attention to whatever Tremor had to say. "Don't need this from some smart-mouthed flea motel," he muttered on his way back to the door. The corporal slammed it behind him, making his way to the nearest Rainlock. "I need another dog. And a crossbow."
After acquiring said items, Draft prodded his newly acquired handcuffed diamond dog into the cell. Inside, he forced it upright onto its knees a short distance from the blood-bearer general, keeping his crossbow inches from the back of its neck. "If you're not gonna talk to me, talk to him."
"Ask him what he knows about our cannon lines; how they got sabotaged," he ordered the other dog, prodding him with his crossbow.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 17, 2014 16:31:39 GMT -5
"As if I care." Tremor said simply, licking at a chipped tooth that Draft broke with his hammer. Whether he meant who sabotaged the cannons, or whether or not he cared about the other dog's fate, was unclear.
The other dog was quiet, seeming slightly worried seeing his general bound up as he was.
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Post by Draft Design on Dec 17, 2014 16:35:26 GMT -5
"Ask him." Draft repeated, prodding the handcuffed dog harder this time.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 17, 2014 16:38:14 GMT -5
"General knows about canons?" The Diamond Dog asked, more fearful of the general's reaction than Draft's prodding. A drizzle of blood started coming from Tremor's broken tooth which was causing the Diamond Dog general no small amount of discomfort as his heckle started swelling up slightly.
The general responded in swift Equiterian and the dog was silenced.
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Post by Draft Design on Dec 17, 2014 16:42:37 GMT -5
"Tell him to answer in Equestrian," Draft spoke, keeping his crossbow where it was.
When the handcuffed dog responded in silence, Draft lifted his crossbow towards Tremor and fired a bolt towards the lower end of the general's abdomen. "Tell him to answer in Equestrian!" Draft ordered.
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 17, 2014 16:56:02 GMT -5
The dog seemed alarmed, but the general ordered him in Equiterian still, he seemed slightly paler at the loss of blood. "You want an answer?" He asked, looking at Draft straight in the eye, then spitting on the pony's face. "Here's your answer. He gave the pony a bloody grin as Draft began to feel a burning sensation on his face. The blood from the broken tooth, mixed in with Tremor's saliva was literally burning a hole through the pony's cheek, he needed immediate medical attention.
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Post by Draft Design on Dec 17, 2014 17:12:55 GMT -5
Draft flinched slightly as Tremor's spit hit him in the face, but only because he hadn't been expecting it. It was when he felt the burning sensation, and saw Tremor's grin, that he realized that something had happened. Something in that infernal mutt's blood? Saliva? Right onto his face.
The pegasus let out a loud swear, and quickly butted the handcuffed dog in the back of the head with his crossbow before sprinting out of the cell. "Medic!" he called. The corporal turned towards the nearest Rainlocks, nodding towards the cell to hopefully get as many eyes as possible back on Tremor. With the saliva continuing to eat at his face, the corporal let out another pained swear, taking more steps away from the cell. "MEDIC!"
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Post by Red Charge on Dec 17, 2014 17:17:30 GMT -5
Several other Rainlocks approached him, and immediately shoved him out to see a medic. It took the medic quite some time (and a great deal of painful burning liquid) to get all of he blood out of Draft's wound. After which they had to pour a whole lot of antiseptic liquid on it and bandage it. It was recommended that Draft did not continue questioning Tremor that night and many of the other rainlocks, angry at what he had done to Draft, went to pay him a visit instead.
Draft was told the next morning that Tremor was still alive. But he was assured that the dog had very little to smile about now.
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