Open Post 002

[2020mod]

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[amoray]

Eridan rarely needed any sort of assistance in doing what his superiors told him to; made a point of it, actually, that no one was immune to his powers, nobody was beyond him. They could fight, sure, they could put up a good show of struggling — but nobody, nobody could weather him forever. No ship was unsinkable.

Except sometimes they were.

Such as now. Six hours of stalemate and he was no closer to forcing answers out of the portly older man sitting across from him than he had been when he started. For some people, hopelessness wasn't the worst case scenario; sometimes, the idea of selling out was infinitely worse than the sucking absence of warmth in their chest ever could be. That left one brutal option, and it wasn't one he was trusted in performing alone. Sometimes he got carried away.

Nobody told him they'd called Norman in to help. In fact, the opening door caught him hovering the lit end of a cigarette hardly an inch from the man's eye, hissing threats through a great white's teeth. (He'd thought the alien form would add an intimidating edge. It hadn't helped much.) Reptilian yellow eyes flicked upwards, locked, and then narrowed.

"You lost?"

[osreborn]

Norman frowned in Eridan's direction, his good eye narrowed in irritation. He was used to more respect than that, but of course, from this kid he should have known better. He clicked his tongue and walked through the room with casual confidence, looking boredly from the interrogation victim, then to Eridan.

"Of course not. I'm here to help you," he said with a mild sneer. "Who's this, then? What's he in for?" He'd been filled in, of course, but he wanted to hear Eridan's account as well; one could never risk information being withheld from one source or the other.