The Interrogation

[Kazzor]

OOC: Hello everybody still involved here. Kazzor is back and will be making an appearance in the invasion. This thread, however, will be reserved for those involved with Kazzor's side of the story. So please don't join this thread for lack of something to do, there are a variety of other choices in the other Invasion threads, but feel free to read this one as much as you like (as soon as it gets started.)

[Mattak]

*A tall and menacing looking weasel threw the almost lifeless body of Kazzor onto the floor. He nodded to the guards outside the door and shut the it, creating complete darkness. He struck up a match, lighting a couple candles. Taking the fox and tieing him to a sturdy chair, Verrik carefully nailed the four legs of the chair to the floorboards of the room. Double checking the knots and ropes that held the prisoner to the chair, the weasel let a cruel smile creep onto his face.
Putting the candles on both sides of the fox, Verrik gave Kazzor a swift kick in the side. "Get up ya' lousy excuze fer a dead rat!" Verrik kicked the fox again and slapped him a few times in the face to rouse him. Nothing was working to well. He found a nearby bottle of seaweed grog, 'twas still halfway full, and smashed it over Kaz's head. "Stir yerself addlebrain! Next'll be me dirk in yer throat if ye don't wake!" The weasel hoped Kazzor wouldn't wake up... he knew he would, but wouldn't mind a little blood.*

OOC: Sorry about the delay... just computer issues and whatnot.

[Kazzor]

The fox had no memory of what had happened. One moment he had been rushing down toward familiar comrades, the next he was surrounded by utter darkness. There was no sound, no smells, nothing. Perhaps he was dead, though this didn't feel exactly how he thought death would be like. Perhaps he was only asleep. He was slightly aware of pain near his temple, as well as his side. There was something wet and warm running down the side of his face. The fox assumed it was blood from the wound that had knocked him out cold.
Slowly, he was beginning to come around. He was bound to a chair in a small, dimly lit room. His head felt immensely heavy, but he was relieved to discover that the liquid was only grog and not blood, though it still made his fur sticky and uncomfortable. Kazzor noticed that he was not alone. A large weasel had his back turned toward the prisoner. The black one had only opened his eyelids enough to see where he was, but as soon as he saw his companion, he quickly shut his eyes and pretended to still be unconscious….

OOC: Uggghhh, that's not exactly how I wanted to open, but I'm in a hurry and I had to make a post.

[Mattak]

OOC: Do you wanna edit your post? Er... I'll just go and see what happens. If you Reeeaally wanna edit though, I'll just delete this post and let you redo it... here I go.

BIC:*As Verrik paced back and forth, he thought he heard the fox stir. The weasel swirled around, only to find the fox in the position he had last been when he turned around last time. Verrik, being a very impatient and impulsive beast was growing, well, quite impatient. He hissed as he slapped Kazzors right cheek with the flat of his dirk. "You 'wake yet?" He gave Kaz another swift kick. "I'll just keep kickin' 'ee till ya wake or die!" Verrik circled the chair, like a vulture waiting for it's prey to die... except it was the other way around. He was waiting till Kazzor woke up. The weasel gave the fox another kick in the side to think about. "Wake y' fool! Stir yer lilly livered arse!" Verrik growled as he leaned against the wall in front of Kazzor. He stook there, staring at the fox... waiting... it wouldn't take long.*

[Kazzor]

Kazzor had decided it was time for him to respond to the weasel's beatings. Well, actually his body did. It was one thing to resist pain; it was another to wake from unconsciousness, find yourself bound to a chair, and try to brace yourself against punches, slaps, and booze bottles being broken over your head. It will suffice to say that the master assassin, the midnight demon, was capable of letting a yelp escape his lips.
" W-well now", the fox whispered hoarsely, "It isn't quite proper to bash a comrade and leave guarded by an idiot. If you wanted me awake you could have very well doused me with water. I may be forced to take revenge later, once I am free." Kazzor eyed the thickheaded vermin. Verrik didn't look to happy to be called an "idiot". Who would? "Would you mind getting me something to drink", said Kazzor "Obviously you want me to talk, so get me something before I lose my voice completely."

[Mattak]

OOC: Sorry 'bout the delay, our computer has been down and acting up and whatnot. It's getting better now.

BIC: *Verrik scoffed at the fox's remarks. He was awake at least... but not very happy about it. "Doused ye' with grog. Sorry mate." The weasel smiled a bit... a bit unpleasantly, that is. Verrik pondered many things in his head. Kazzor's sassy attitude, his extended period of AWOL. As he was thinking this, he was listening to the fox's request. Fairly reasonable, a little water, a little talky. He trotted over to the door and opened it to find several heavily armed guards. He grabbed one of the rat guards and commanded him to retrieve some fresh water for their "guest". The rat obeyed and scurryed off. Verrik turned back to Kazzor. The weasel wasn't as vicious as he was anymore, now that he didn't have to wake the fox which made him quite impatient. "Sorry 'bout all 'at violence an' whatnot mate, but next time, don't go ditchin' yer fort an' ye won't fin' yerself in a situation like this again." Truth was, Verrik looked up to the fox as his model when he was younger. He was just angered that he'd left without consent, and apparently, wasn't coming back. Now that he was here, the weasel was going to make sure the fox would join Tatterack again. "Listen 'ere matey," Verrik said quietly as the rat guard delivered a bowl of fresh, cool water, closing the door behind him. "Before I ask ye some questions. I've got a prop'rsition to make ye." The weasel put one foot on the side of Kazzor's chair, leaning closer so the fox would have no trouble hearing him. "The Fang ain't to 'appy that you left the fort. In fact, yew pretty much pissed off the whole of Tatterack... actually, lotsa' beasts did... but we're willing to offer you something. Grace. We're willing t' take you back in, so long as ye swear t' stay true t' where ye really do belong... Fort Tatterack. What say you, Kazzor?" The weasel held the bowl to the fox's lips, delivering cold, clear water to the fox's parched throat. Verrik wondered if the fox would return to his fort, or if he would remain at the side of the horde. If he chose the latter, he'd be a deadbeast. The fort, though, would offer him instant release from his bonds and a clean slate.*

[Kazzor]

Kazzor was wary. The weasel had just woke him up from an unconscious state, and none too gently, and now appeared to be trying to ease the tension by acting like he was an old friend. True, Kazzor had seen him around Tatterack, but there wasn't even a hint of recognition in the assassin's mind. For starters, he had very few "maties". After all, an assassin was hired to do others' dirty work, and therefore was not an honorable position, at least too the upper class. Secondly, there were hundreds of inhabitants of Ft. Tatterack. One face out of many would not jolt Kazzor's memory.
However, Verrik was lenient enough to honor the fox's request for water. Kazzor's teeth froze as he sipped the cool drink. He tried his voice again, this time the rustiness had fled and he spoke clearly. "Well let me tell you something mate," his voice dripping with irritation and sarcasm,"Kazzor has always been and always will be a wanderer. True, I have my loyalties. I am still loyal to Khardus and the Fang, may they live long and fruitful, but a nomad can not sit in one spot for long. I go where I please and not many dare to question me."
He knew he sounded arrogant, but he was still bound and uncomfortable, not too mention peeved at his own helplessness in his current situation. "And who are you to offer me a clean slate. I don't recall ever recognizing you as an officer or one with any power to make pardons."

OOC: Oh good, I was beginning to think you had gotten bored .

[Mattak]

OOC: Oh heavens... so soo soooo soooooooooooooo sorry Kaz! Yeah, got caught up IRL if you didn't read my post on the Invasion thread. Uh, I can't make a post right now, so pretty much you can do whatever you want cuz we're headin' back to Tatterack soon. Soooo......... pm me or something.