Anaconda's Wake: Interrogation [Ehefra/Uriel]

Ehefra waited patiently for Uriel to show up, all the while keeping her attention on the monitors that kept an eye on the room itself, as well as occasionally glancing through the layers of one-way glass that separated herself from the interrogation room itself.
The young man had already been identified as Falker Oretta. From the action reports he had identified himself as a Lieutenant of an organization called Neuer Zweck, a purported branch of the vandenreich. While neither he, nor his superior Iro Oretta, had been officially questioned, the young man had been pacing his cell and making complaints about his holding conditions, which had been standard. The prisoners had been given nourishment, and the bare minimum in terms of their cells facilities. As it were, outside of containment measures to inhibit escape since they were known Quincy, they had otherwise been treated like any other individual that might have been taken into custody in the vandenreich.

As per Uriel's request, the young man Falker was now in the interrogation room, waiting for the man to show up. Admittedly a little surprised that she had been brought in to oversee the process. which....in retrospect, she supposed made sense? It had simply caught her by surprise.


In the interrogation room, Falker was already drumming his fingers. Anxiety clear in the young man's face as he was already bracing himself. Unlike his Superior, he seemed to be far less composed about all of this. His mind seemingly racing as he seemed to be preparing himself for any manner of unpleasantness that may be waiting for him. Torture? Blackmail? MIND control chips?! The possibilities were endless, and there was a faint sort of unhinged edge about him. The sort of thing one might expect from someone who wasn't used to being detained and growing a little stir crazy.

He had engaged Sternritter Kokuto in the primary team raiding the main hq of the targets. He had fought with the Sternritter and both combatants had sustained injuries. The young man's left wrist was still in a cast, having suffered several fractures during his fight with the ritter. It was his only serious injury and he had been given bare minimum medical attention. Awaiting to see what his fate would be.

Ehefra glanced over her shoulder at Uriel as he entered the room. His height did not come as a surprise, she had, after all, taken a look at his file. She glanced to the side, a small floating cube floating around her and making a soft Beep in response to the man's presence, stirring from it's inactive state on her shoulder. It swiveled, looking between Ehefra and Uriel, before simply going back to it's slow orbit of the woman. She'd read his file, or at least what she could. Of course some small part of her had considered just

"Administrator Sancroix. A pleasure ta meetcha!" She smiled. Fucking stop smiling that hard! She dialed it back a bit and then cleared her throat. "Uhhhh., not in particular." She admitted openly. She was mostly in infrastructure and shit, this was her first day for this kinda shit. Oh....AWESOME. She could almost FEEL her spirit trying to escape her body and this situation. Her? IN the room? "I can assist however I'm needed." She replied calmly enough. This was a professional environment right? She glanced through the glass. These guys had surrendered hadn't they? Yep, just tell yourself stuff was gonna be chill. Attagirl Ehefra.

"Is there anything else you need before we begin? I sent the report and information we have on him to you earlier. Any questions about anything that wasn't included?" She glanced toward the glass.

The young man was continuing to jitter, looking around the room, scouting the place out, though without much luck. The cameras weren't exactly in visible locations so it was really the corners of the room, the door, and some small vents, and of course, the mirrored glass on his end of things.

Ehefra nodded along as he explained the situation. He just needed her....in the room? And to look menacing? She itched the back of her neck for a moment as she imagined such a thing. Well, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to try, right? She'd faced down hollows before, she could be intimidating to some quincy right?A quincy that fought fairly close to Kokuto's level.... Hm. But at the very least she could try right? HE clearly needed information, and frankly she herself had been interested in this strange situation from the start.

"I understand. I'll do my best to assist as necessary, and I will also make sure I uh...leave if I have to. If it gets to be too much I'll simply leave, y'know. Don't want the prisoner to see me crack and all that, right?" She smiled sheepishly. Then a bit more calmly as she once again corrected herself. attagirl.

She .....did pause. Glancing at the door that would lead out into the little in-between section and then into the interrogation room itself. "I don't have any questions.... but I would like to express that I would prefer we strictly refrain from any aggressive actions in these interrogations." She noted, looking up to Uriel a bit firmly now as she did, her tone becoming stern as well. "Unlike the impostors we initially encountered, these individuals DO seem to be part of a larger organized group. Not only that but they did surrender themselves. Perhaps not without a good deal of fighting, but still... I.....am anxious about simply subjecting them to 'necessary tactics' just because our first contact has been a violent one. I understand these matters are entirely within your jurisdiction, but at the very least I would ask that any....escalation of these interrogations be done after council with our Grandmaster, and even then, only if deemed necessary. The potential of a positive relationship with this group still exists. And at present, I'm sure you'll agree we can't afford to initiate conflicts heedlessly."

She felt no small amount of anxiety in speaking in such a way to the man, but she couldn't just ignore the feeling either. Regardless of the warmth that Uriel gave off, she was aware of his file. She was aware of his division, and she was under no delusion that he was entirely capable of ...... 'necessary deeds'. And as she was still, technically, in charge of the operation, it was her responsibility to voice these concerns and lay ground rules. Even if ...well...she could hardly directly enforce them. She still had to do her best....right?

Ehefra didn't know what to expect, but the ......calm response from Uriel, lacking in any menace was something that sent a wave of relief through her body, her shoulders going lax for just a moment as she allowed herself the faintest, briefest of smile before she remembered the situation they were in. Right... Her attention shifted back in the direction of the door, following the man toward the door and pausing when he offered her that mask. A twitch coursing over her face for a moment as she considered how incredibly ......thuggish the mask felt. A sigh escaped her for a moment, hoping that wherever her dad was that he WASN"T worrying about what she was actually doing. Goodness he'd have a heart attack if he saw this shit. She took a moment and pulled the mask on over her features before raising a hand. A soft crackling glass-like noise as she collected Reishi from the air, black spiritual glass condensing in her hand to form a sleek plain shiny mask. Smooth, dark tinted, and comprised of her own spiritual energy. Certainly a boon from her time constructing things out in Malaysia.

That little cube floated over to her, the tiny companion promptly slipping itself into the leftmost section of the mask before she fitted it over the ski mask itself. A bried moment before Beeps projector promptly cast itself onto the inside of the glass with a faint light, just enough to let her keep an eye on the man's vitals throughout the process. She was certainly a bit curious about this sort of thing. No reason not to collect some data right?

All the same, the two of them would slip into the room, briefly glancing at the man, the mask keeping her gaze concealed as she closed the door behind them and promptly posted herself infront of the door with her hands held in front of her, keeping her gaze straight ahead, and merely following the situation with her eyes as she watched Uriel make his way toward the table.


Falker's eyes ...narrowed slightly as he let his attention shift between the two walking into the interrogation room. A searching quality to his gaze as he watched them....warily. Anxiety clearly already on his features as he seemed to ....assess the greeting. "It should already be in-" He started, a bit of snark to his voice before he .....checked himself, as if seeming to catch his tone. A light noise escaped him before he....settled into his seat. "Falker Oretta. And as for water, I believe I would MUCH prefer to see my Uncle. But I can't imagine that happening anytime soon." He noted, the faintest bit of bitterness in his voice before he sighed. "I ....would not however, be Adverse to some water, cold please." He noted calmly, the man's voice was privileged with a capital P. His manner of speaking somewhat bleeding a pampered life. Even scared out of his mind he was particular about some things.

If nothing else, the fear seemed to improve his manners.

Falker ..... paused. As if only now spotting the Radio there, briefly distracted before his attention shifted back to Uriel. Though it wasn't long before confusion visibly passed over his features. Brows knitting together as the strange shift of topic to things more ....personal? He seemed more guarded, now wondering if this was some sort of .....trap somehow. His parents. His jaw set slightly, DEFINITELY seeming as if he didn't trust this man asking about his family. He was amped up, and his eyes darted toward, briefly, Ehefra, before re-locking onto Uriel.

"I certainly agree. One can't help but be suspicious when being held captive and being asked about their family. Do you plan on dragging THEM here too? What IS this?" He asked, his voice getting close to a demand as he stood up. Clearly the mention of his parents seeming to have touched a nerve. "If you want to understand then be DIRECT! As if you showmen and performers needed MORE reason to strut around a point! You weren't even supposed to BE out there, a SIMPLE mission after those PUNKS went stealing quincy tech and dressing up like us!" He let out a Tch, before leering between the two of them before smirking.

"Or is the Vandenreich simply a front?Are you perhaps the Gotei hounds in....." He raised his hand, a slim, scarlet ribbon plucked from the air, connected to Uriel. "Sheep's clothing?" He asked with narrowed eyes. Not that this was any particular revalation so far as Ehefra was concerned. But it definitely seemed to have raised a red flag in Falker's book.