What is your favorite scent?”
- What's your favourite season?
 ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ | Emilia had been waiting for an hour, perhaps more. Being stuck inside an Intelligence Division installation gave her the creeps, especially when the order was to 'just wait here'. After nearly falling asleep, slouching over the frigid table, Emilia was shocked back to reality by a burly man making his entry. He was clearly an officer of some kind, and pissed off for whatever reason. She stared at him while trying to snap out of the awakening haze. The man fiddled through some papers about this and that, psychological profile, service records, and so on. He suddenly stopped and stared right back at Emilia, not saying a word for several moments. She was just about to stand up and walk away, or at least try, but the deep, growling voice of the interrogator interrupted the atmosphere. "What do you do for fun?" (@LuckyBlackCat) He said. "What?" Emilia frowned for a split second. "Just answer the question, Lange." "Eh, play with the animals back home—maybe?" She said with a hint of doubt and confusion. The man took a zip of his coffee, not breaking eye contact for a second. The people in Intelligence Division sometimes appeared to be more unstable than the perpetrators they claimed to hunt. "If you could go anywhere, where to would that be?" (@BangoSkank) "Why the fuck am I even here?" She scuffed. The back of the quite burly man's hand came whining through the air and straight across Emilia's cheek, leaving an echoing sting in the tiny room. "Answer the question!" He growled. The slap probably hurt the interrogator more than it did Emilia, but it was not meant to be physical intimidation. That is not what the Intelligence Division specialized in. It was all psychological ploys, tricks, and subversion. "Anywhere but here. Home." She finally cracked a tone after staring at the man for a decent moment. "Who influenced your life the most?" (@LuckyBlackCat) The man continued. "Ben." The letters and word simply slipped out of her mouth. It was not what she wanted to answer, but she was unable to stop herself. The answer was way too personal. Did the slap work? No, it did not. Emilia was still in control of herself, she hoped. "Ben, who?" His voice descended to annoyance. "Benjamin Regardie." "Just say the full name right away!" He shouted and slammed a closed fist into the table, causing an uncomfortably reverberating noise. "What gives you purpose in life?" (@Dark Cloud) He said after taking a second or two to calm down. Emilia simply pointed a finger up into the ceiling, or the sky, as answer. "Speak for the record." The man pointed to microphones attached to the walls around the room. "The comet. Everything is on hold until it's gone, so that becomes the purpose." She said. The interrogator paused the questioning to write something down. He fiddled with the documents again, putting down check marks and crossing other things out. He also had a proper redacting pen, a secure marker, with which he removed entire rows of information. "I'm going to give you a couple of simple questions in rapid succession. I don't want any bullshit, Lange, just keep the answers simple—do you understand?" He continued. "Fine." She grunted. "What is your favorite animal?" (@CoffeeDrunk) "Cow." "What is your favorite scent?" (@Crimson Flame) "Rosemay." "Who do you consider closest to you?" (@Exit) "My sister." "Full names, Lange—full names!" The man suddenly and violently shouted after having been relatively calm in his voice. Emilia's frame slightly jerked at the reaction, still a bit groggy from that power nap. "Maria Lange." She sighed. The man took another taste of his coffee and piled the documents together, as if things were coming to a close. "Last question—What power do you desire the most?" Emilia stared at the man while slowly standing up. He simply waited for the answer, as he knew that the soldier before him would not go against U.D.F. orders. Her hand caressed the door handle, feeling its integrity—it was unlocked. It had been unlocked this whole time. A slight smirk came onto her lips, along with a puff of air from her lungs that was supposed to resemble a chuckle at the bizarre situation. "The power to know what is true and false." She said and left. |
What power do you desire the most?
- How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
There is no question. Merely differing paths to a preconceived answer.
"Oh? Uhm, okay, Got any siblings/sibling figures of your own? How's your relationship with them?"
Do you collect anything?
If it was to protect something, someone or the world- for any reason whatsoever- would you suffer any punishment? Would you sacrifice yourself to save someone or something else?
"What was the most dangerous thing you did as a kid?”
Who is your role model?
- What's your most treasured memory?
What was the last dream you had about?
What's the crappiest job you've ever done?
