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 Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 1:22 am
This is your standard room. In the middle lies a table that the subject is tied to.The table then has some small slits that open under where the subjects back would be. In the slits are the emerald like crystals that drain reitsu, senses and physical strength.
Hakora then has a lot of random things and viels of chemicals he has made that even counter act the crystals senses effect to restore that portion. Ie,to restore ones sense. He even has one to heighten one's sense of pain and sensitivity.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 4:17 pm
 Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman The hatter stepped lightly into the room, peeking into each corner as if he expected a ghost to appear. He had had his own things to worry about, and it seemed his presence wasn't missed, nor had it been immediately necessary. Still, Carroll had gotten the message, and here he was. Now he just needed to wait on Hakora it seemed. Since that was the only thing to do in this empty room, that is exactly what Carroll did. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he pulled a small volume from inside, opening it up and reading it. It was the book on that had been on his table, old and worn. And now it was in his hands while he read and waited on his assigned partner. A chuckle escaped his lips. Oh what mischief would be made by the two of them, or rather, his possibly incorrectly remembered disdain for one another.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 12:22 am
  
After leaving the holding cells he headed for the interrogation rooms in no hurry. He enjoyed the scenery of his squad. He had planted many moons ago some cherry blossom trees and this time of the year the petals were flying around everywhere. He came to the building where he would interrogate the boy and made his way to the room with Carroll. As he entered, he noticed Carroll reading a book and nodded towards him lightly in greeting. He then went to his table and began setting out his tools and checking his veils to see if he needed to quickly make more. He then checked the chair's security to make sure nothing was flawed and would allow the boy to escape; he had no idea what the kid was capable of. He set up a mixture of the veils into the IV. He mixed sense increases which would heighten his subject's sense of pain and truth serums to dull his mind so that his will would be weak. Once he finished he turned to Carroll and spoke emotionlessly. "Do you have any preference how we go about this? I would like to find out who and what the boy is, the location of where they are, their involvement, if any, with the Soul King's disappearance and lastly some personal run downs of everyone's abilities."
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:28 pm
Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman "Hmmmm that's no good." Carroll spoke up, not putting down his book. At first thought, he may have been speaking about Hakora's list of desired information, but the madman in the top hat was talking about his book, specifically, the part where the main character was caught in the rose garden. Snapping it shut and tucking it back into his coat, straightening himself up and taking off his hat, dusting the side lazily, he smiled widely, looking to Hakora. "Asking me for advice hm? Or rather, this is preferences isn't it. Well.... we could always try offering him some tea." He offered the idea with a grin. "There's no need to torture him if there is no need correct? Just some suggestions. I'm technically not allowed to limit you with my preferences, although I'm certainly free to speak them." He finished, placing the hat back atop his head and checking his watch as if it mattered. The hands were ticking in opposite directions by Roman Numerals for the time being. Tapping the clock face, his smile dimmed slightly. "Has he been out for a while? According to my watch it's been a while.... or maybe it hasn't been long enough?" He questioned the air, although Hakora was more than welcome to dismiss the speech or answer as he saw fit. Such was the life of the adviser.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:45 pm
Once he had finished his preparations, he listened to the adviser. Lewis had a point, but Hakora had been doing this for centuries and thus knew it would always resort to torture. He found it best to build the bond with the adviser then to do as he had learned. He leaned against the wall with a leg bent and against the wall and his arms crossed. "Have you heard the term, 'good cop, bad cop?' The meaning is simple, to effectively get information you must have one person be good and one be bad. We will try not torturing and simply talking to him at first, but you will have to do it as I stand back. If it doesn't work, I will join in and use my methods." Hakora waited for a reply and then moved from the wall and opened the door and looked at the sky. "It seems our prisoner has a visitor. I guess I will personally go get the prisoner. If I do not return in 30 mins sound the alarm. I am sure it is nothing, but let us not take chances."With that Hakora vanished and headed for the prisons.
[EDITED]
[EXIT]
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:56 pm
Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman "And bring some tea.... please! Lots of it if you do!" He tried to request of the soldiers as they left, unsure if they had heard him or not, and pretty certain that even if they did, he'd have to go without his tea. Once they were definitely gone, Carroll merely shrugged at Hakora's choice. It wasn't his decision after all. "If you're sure you want me to do that." He spoke, putting his watch back by his side. "But he's been unconscious for a bit, I doubt he likes you too much. You might have no other route but torture, but perhaps a Cheshire's smiling face could help him out." Carroll grinned. As Hakora left, saying that the Prisoner had a visitor, he found himself staring at the seat another thought crossed his mind. What if there were others? Not necessarily enemies, but others interviewing him pre-emptively? Would these two get the information? He expected so, but still. Even then, what if there were enemies, but they were simply waiting to be able to all get into one room. This room looked sizable, certainly an ambush zone if they wanted it to be. But he hadn't been asked so he didn't speak, instead clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth while he awaited Hakora's return.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 10:12 pm
A member of the Stealth force appeared at the door and opened it, bowing in respect. Upon first word it was apparent that under the balck ninja gear and mask that the member was female. "Master Carroll, Sensai Shinari has sent me to tell you that Captain Xaren is interrogating the prisoner and that all is clear so his request for an alarm is no longer needed. He also mentioned you wanted tea, but did not say what kind. I brought you multiple types of tea and even some Sensai Shinari makes from his garden. I am told to wait here if you need anything and to protect you." The woman Stealth member brought a few scrolls to a table and opened them and summoned all the fixings for tea and many different kinds.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 10:27 pm
Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman As the woman spoke, Carroll couldn't help but think about how fast that had been. Effective methods he supposed. As for Xeran, what in dodo's name was he doing here? Oh well, the tea would suffice. He fixed his own, untrusting of the Division member in the room. It was decisively chamomile, and after warming it to the proper temperature, he began to drink it. He wondered if he should go to the room with the others, but being unable to give orders, it wasn't like he could get their on his own. His best bet would be to just wait here. But it would be boring in a room all alone with just tea and some girl who was here under orders only. A thought occurred to him, and he wondered just how old this girl was, for reasons that were lost in the past. "Hmm." He hummed to himself, looking at the door. "What do you think madam? Should I do what I'm supposed to do or just sit here and drink tea?" Carroll smiled, wondering how rhetorical the question sounded, or if it made sense. He had been referring to doing his job of working with Hakora, something he couldn't rightfully do if they weren't both together, not that it would sound that ways anyways. He'd await her response. There was no point in doing anything else after all. He was in no hurry.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 11:17 pm
Hakora personally trained everyone of the members of the Stealth force like they were family because most were family. This girl was actually about 16 in appearance and was his younger cousin.She was a skilled assassin and fighter, but her social skills were non existent; the life of an assassin was all she knew, so Lewis' question seemed impossible to her. Though, he was her superior so nervously she replied. "W-what do you mean sir? Isn't it your job to be h-here, why would you question what you should d-do?" Hakora was a hard and demanded a lot from his squad, but he was not unfair. He did not treat this girl as if she was a slave and so she did not fear that Hakora would hurt her or anything, she just did not understand the idea of doing anything besides her duty.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 11:59 am
Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman Of course she wouldn't give a proper answer, things were never that easy. But he had a couple of options left open to him and he made his choice. "Alright, take me through this garden then little rabbit." Carroll asked, referring to the prison's hallways as a garden. "I need to go see the prisoner, such is part of my job." Ah, Hakora had to leave and put him in a situation, not like it really was one, but still, with him alone, who knows what kind of things could be said.
Stepping to the door, he didn't let go of his tea as he opened it up. He had no choice but to let her go first, otherwise it would take him too long for his tastes. He waited, without a word, simply drinking the tea that had been brought to him, watching her with a slight grin on his face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 5:20 pm
"Little rabbit? Garden? You need into the prisoner's cell? Sensai Shinari said I had to protect you and provide you with all needs and I don't remember him saying I was suppose to stay here.....are you sure I won't get in trouble sir?"The female stealth member, named Nami, blushed under her mask at how nervous she was, but made her way to the door. She took the lead in taking the adviser to the prison maze.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 6:20 pm
Lewis Carroll
Hatter, Adviser, Madman Taking his tea along, Carroll made his way out the door after his "guide." She had seemed confused, which was fine, he wasn't really paying her much mind to begin with. He was more concerned with the voices in his head. Not the crazy ones, just his own echoing endlessly in his mind as he thought things out. Carroll was hoping that, with any luck, he'd have some alone time with the poor boy. He felt that Hakora's presence would only cause agitation. This would, in turn, complicate things. According to the information he had received, he hated Shinigami, were imitating beings that predated them. The latter part had apparently been brought up only by Hakora in some old folk tale. The thought made Carroll audibly chuckle as he left the room and followed the girl. Hakora believing old tales like that. They had their truth, but it might as well be a bad nightmare: terrifying, based on reality, but certainly not true. When he finally picked back up on his train of thought, he remembered that he had been thinking about getting a lone audience with the prisoner. Perhaps he could use some technicalities as leverage with the boy? [Exit]
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 9:17 am
Hakora and his men entered the room and he ordered his men to secure him to the desk. He watched and inspected as his men worked to make sure it was all done properly. He then dismissed his men and was alone with the prisoner. "You distrusted my act of mercy and so I will give you one more. Answer my question, 'who are you?' fully and without your little vague answers and no harm will come to you. Refuse this and I promise you will feel more pain then you have ever felt n your life; combined. I will make you beg for death. Then I will do the same to your siblings. You lost the war and you are weak, you will be defeated again and again, but unlike the Shinari you fought in the war, I will kill more then just the one known as The Cat." Hakora waited for the boy's responses before he began his interrogation.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 9:39 am
Kiyoshi Itō The Ðog Katena  "You know those dogs whose bark is worse than there bite? .•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`• •´¯`´•.¸¸.•☆ •¨´:•.
As Kiyoshi was being brought to this new area, he was blinded and devoid of his hearing. His only saving grace was his nose that they had unknowingly left uncovered. This was their blunder. Kiyoshi's sence of smell was his most heightened sense. As he was moved he recignised previous smells from the first time he was moved through the area. Ftrom the smeels he remembered, he had not left the Squad 2 barracks, just moved from one building into the next. As they were moving, he caught the scent of someone very familiar, one of his brothers was in the Soul Society!
Gathring up as much energy as he could muster, He released his Reiatsu all around him. Kiyoshi could only hope that this breif release of power would let his brother know where he was.
Kiyoshi struggled as he was strapped to the table. His fangs and claws visibly pronounced. As Hakora spoke, Kiyoshi meerly eyed him, the type of look that guaranteed death if he was ever able to be set loose.
"How dare you threaten me! threaten my family! I will not answer to a lowly boy who does not know his place!" Kiyoshi growled.
.•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`• •´¯`´•.¸¸.•☆ •¨´:•.
...Well, youll quickly find out that I am not one of those dogs..."
✿Location: Cell
✿ Mood: Die Shinigami!
✿ Company: Hakora
✿ Zanpakuto: Unknown
✿ Kōchaku: Unreleased
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 10:44 pm
Hakora sent his men outside and ordered that all of Squad 2 stand guard. Hakora wanted to make sure he wasn't interrupted. He smiled at the boy's words. "Sore spot huh? As I said, that was your last chance of mercy and I will not hide behind a mask, my intentions are clear. Now, lets begin." Suddenly Hakora's senses picked up something, something familiar; she was in the soul society or at least near. It seemed Hakora had less time then he expected, but what would he do in response? He could leave the captive on lockdown as he confronted the intruder or possible intruders. He could kill the boy and weaken the otherside or hold the boy at "gun point" for information. All did not seem like workable plans, he needed to know what threatened the Soul Society. He walked up to the table and flipped a swith as Hakora serums began to pump into the boy's body. This was a mix of truth serum and nerve overload serum, the boy would feel pain at 20 times it's normal potency to begin with. Hakora drew his zanpaktuo. "Tell me Kiyoshi, have you heard of the Triad gang? They have a interesting torture method I am sure you will find entertaining. It is called the sword of a thousand cuts. Imagine slowly being cut over time over and over and over in multiple places and sizes until finally you bleed out. Let's have a taste."With a flick of his wrist Hakora cut the boy's right arm and left a cut similar to a paper cut. "How does it feel? Tell me what you are."
OOC: I am not a fan of god modding, but I figured with this situation it wouldn't be god modding. If you are not ok with posts like this, let me know. Your character will not suffer a lot of damage, but will only feel like he has. At 20 times the pain level it would feel like having his arm cut off with a burning blade.
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