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Two days after the events of Formidable Fiesty Fighters Starring Amelia , Akemi and @writer Fort Jinya's holding cells Early morning
Akemi fell to the ground after being struck by Northella's Naginata for one last time. THe blow she'd been dealt was severe and she laid on that ground bleeding to near death. The girl closed her eyes seemingly at peace with her untimely demise. She held little regrets and was fully convinced death awaited just around the corner but fate had different plans for her in store.
Her body was still afflicted by the pain caused by her diverse injuries. Even in her moribund state she could tell her body was being treated by doctors who tried to keep her alive but there was no way she could have resisted not in this battered condition.
After a short stay at the field hospital her body was dragged to the forts dungeon, a place which reeked of slow death. There where lots of prisoners down there and on a daily basis the guards removed the dead bodies that gathered in that pit.
By the time Akemi regained her senses completely she was staring at the ceiling of her damp prison cell. She looked awfully pale and her clothes and belongings had been stripped away. All that covered her body was a rag and not much else other than the dressing on her wounds.
" This cant be hell ... I can still feel how it hurts." It was a good thing there weren't any mirrors around because she looked like less than a shadow of her former self. Akemi had lost so much blood she could barely muster the strength to try and take her own life at least not without some outside assistance.
" I wonder if I can get to see Ethan again." The least she could hope was getting the chance to thank him before their summary execution. ALl she could do was keep laying on that uncomfortable plank bed and pray for her suffering to finally end.
Northella waited two days before returning to Akemi and allowed her soldiers and herself time time to recover. When her head stopped throbbing from the pain and her subordinates told her what day it was she got up from a chair in a barracks room she occupied and headed out along the parapets to a lower portion of the fortress via stairs into their dungeon. She made her way past many cells until she learned from another guard Akemi's cell was two doors down. When she reached this one she patted down a black tank top she was wearing and some red shorts before opening the door herself with a set of keys and entering.
Akemi might notice when she first entered as well that was wearing heavy riding boots a cavalier might normally wear as well as a big bandage wrap across her forehead. A frown crossed Northella's face as she stepped towards her rag covered prisoner and stood over her with her mighty figure. A long shadow was cast on the back of the dark room from the entrance and she uttered, "Are you ready to talk you hussy? I have a few options on how you can live your life from now on but you won't agree with them most likely. I'll start by listing them off but if none of them suit your taste I'll have someone else take over for me and cause you even more annoyance."
Northella cleared her throat and let her eyes peruse the room including Akemi's fragile body. It almost seemed like the smallest bit of trauma could put this young woman into a permanent state of illness. She didn't want to outright kill her just yet but her options with this fierce Hoshidan told her to at least let her know this option.
"I'll start by saying we can kill you right now, however, that brings either party nothing so to speak. The second option is to transfer you to the Deep Realms permanently where you'll age so quickly this war won't matter to you anymore since weeks turn into years there. I can either have you work there as a resource gather for the rest of your short life or become the forced husband of a soldier willing to pay to put up with you. Another option I have though, and a more valuable one at that is to let you go but either force you to swear loyalty to us or use one of our dark mages to curse you so that you'll return and give us any and all information we need. I don't have leverage over family members or anything else from you, so I will say this. Take option three since that's your best chance to get out of here. Escaping here is impossible in your condition and even if you try I will have more then enough time to chase you down."
if it wasn't for the fact that Akemi was considerably in a much weaker condition due to the state of her injuries and the fact she hadn't really eaten in almost two days the girl would have tried to gouge @writer eyes out with her fingers. All she could do now was glare at the other woman intensively while she listened to the ' options ' she gave her. None of those options sounded particularly appealing to say the least.
" You think i'll sell out my own people? I'll take my chances starving to death in this hole rather than help any of you. " Her tone was condescending at best and offensively mocking. In order to make her point across Akemi spat on Northella's face. Her body might have been broken but her will was as strong as it had been 2 days ago.
" You better kill me now that you have the chance or you are going to regret it later. " This Oni girl wasn't exactly afraid to die, in her eyes she was already dead regardless of the option she took so there was nothing to lose.
Seal resistance: learned at level 1 After attacking, the defending unit gets -6 resistance until that unit's turn.
Northella wiped the spittle away and simply glared at Akemi before saying, "If death is what you want then I'll consider it."
The muscles in her body twitched with vehemence towards this fiery, instigating woman as she stepped towards her and went to pull the weakened girl up by the cuff of one of her ragged sleeves. Northella was unhappy with this woman clearly as she tried to lift her other hand and back hand her across her right cheek too. "I hate acting like a man in this situation but you're so stupid that I wonder how you've not decided to at least attempt an escape either. You really have no composure."
On the grounds she was successful in grabbing, striking and then telling her this. She'd then let her go and flip her body over with her arm before wrapping it tightly around her waist. "I'll tell you this, we don't have the best security in the world around here and I'm frankly leaving soon because of it. I have no more business here then to report affairs here." Northella then kept her pinned down this way hoping to knock Akemi out with the strength of her body alone by smothering her against her bed. She couldn't get a young lady to cooperate with her at all, based on the way she acted. The next thing she had in mind was giving her new clothes.
If Northella was successful she'd have two female soldiers come in and place a kimono down for her at the foot of the bed. Then leave with them and wait about fifteen minutes. That was long enough to change and long enough for Akemi to start escaping if she woke up. Overall, she didn't intend to keep her long since this prisoner was useless for information.
The speech between those two were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking from down the hallway. Each step fell into rhythm with the others. They were calculated and evenly paced. Followed soon after by the steps, yet at a clear distance, was the sound of two sets of armor. This woman would not arrive on her own. Yet she stood before two soldiers with a rapier in her hands. At least, it had looked like a rapier. Instead of a sharp point was the end of a rider's crop.
Like a hawk, her piercing red eyes surveyed the men in front of her. She studied the one outside of the jail cell who had been set on intimidating the newest captive. North was it? Her eyes scanned Northella from bottom up. Such a pity for a woman to let her body get that way. She might as well have been a man. Perhaps she wished she was. The woman that was held captive wasn't any better. In this beaten state, Amelia had received reports that she refused to cooperate.
The woman's body swayed as she approached the two. The tip of her crop brushed lightly against Northella as she passed. With sideways glance from her eyes, she caught Northella's gaze. “Thank you for your help, sir.” The red of her lips lifted into a smirk at the crack to the woman's appearance. “I am going to take over at this point. Stand aside.” She turned her head to gesture to the guards behind her. “But don't leave, my sweet, I'm sure you're just as interested in what this creature has to say.”
Amelia moved to the cell. With the extension her crop provided, she lifted the woman's chin to make sure their gaze met. Amelia held a fire in her eyes. “What will it take for you to cooperate with us, I wonder.” There were so many wonderful ways to break another person.
This whole time Akemi had come to expect she was going to get a little roughed up. Intentionally she let her body loosen up since she didn't have the strength to resist the physical abuse she'd deserved. That Slap she'd gotten particularly stung but it wasn't enough to draw blood which was a good thing because she'd already lost a lot of that vital fluid.
It was when Norhtella grabbed her that the Hoshidan girl let out a pain filled scream. The knightess was applying pressure right on the wound on her arm and the pain was simply unbearable. The green haired girl was sweating at this point as her body was smothered across the sturdy plank bed. She swore under her breath not being able to do much.
" Whatever ... game you are playing ... i'm not telling you anything." She managed to mumble trying to die with a semblance of dignity. These people where going to kill her anyway so the least she could do was not doom those comrades of hers that still lived.
Those brief moments of pain lasted an eternity for the captive Oni. Next thing she knew a platinum blonde arrived accompanied by more guards. This was probably an officer of sorts judging by the way she was dressed up in that cavalry uniform.
" You could kiss my rear." She simply answered to this cavalier who'd lifted her chin up what felt like a riding crop. Just being near that woman convinced Akemi there was no way out of this so she would at least get a laugh at their expense.
The new woman that walked into the room carried an air of authority with her. Northella felt her riding crop brush against the back of her hand as she passed her by and couldn't help but feel a little off by the platinum blond's entrance and her navy blue blue lapel and white cravat. This was especially true when she stated, "Thank you for your help, sir." It caused Northella to raise an eyebrow at her for a moment then frown at her.
She'd step aside towards the door but didn't leave the room as Northella proceeded to beckon guards in the area to move to and approached the prisoner. She crossed her arms over her chest at this point and as if to counter the new woman's point when she wasn't looking used her forearms to raise up her small breasts so that this knight could see she was a woman if she looked back at her again.
Nothella rolled her eyes when the officer placed her riding crop under the prisoner's chin and soon smiled at the interaction as she retorted to the cavalier's words with more indifference and crud words. "She's not going to budge," Northella announced trying to get Amelia's attention, "I should know that as a woman, which is why I tried to break her body even more.It's something you don't see though do you..."
She hoped to spark this soldier's interest in her again and actually get into discussion about what their next plan for interrogating this young lady was. Northella had already threatened death, torture, and sending her to live the rest of her life in the ever lasting Deep Realms where time sped up so quickly that she'd likely be useless in a few weeks in comparison to the normal realm's time shifts. She'd have to get permission for that last option though. Yet if she could send the oni savage to a place where she either worked as a slave for the rest of her life finding or digging up resources for the army or became some lord's forgettable mistress she was happy with that. She didn't even look at the young prisoner now for she felt if the new woman on the scene didn't want to discuss things she'd be more then willing to attempt to break this girl too.
There was no reaction to the woman's words or actions towards Amelia. She stood there with a blank, unreadable expression like none of this had phased her. In truth, it really hadn't. She had dealt with worse before. This woman, Akemi, meant nothing to her. There was no reason to see her alive. The information she provided wasn't worth anything. The men and woman that had fallen into Nohr's hands in the capture of Fort Jinya knew just as much, some even more.
“A pity,” she finally said, “I thought you might be a little bit more original.”
Amelia lifted her eyes in the direction of the woman who was addressing her. A smirk played upon her lips. It seemed that she had struck some kind of nerve in the butch woman to the point where she needed to point out her femininity. Whatever this Nortella did, Amelia knew it would be in vain. “It's not the body you need to target,” she told Northella. Amelia gently tapped the tip of her riding crop against her own head to indicate that the brain was her actual target in all of this. “The torture of mind can be much more devastating. You find somebody's weakness and push it. They tear themselves apart.” Just how her words earlier had struck a nerve with Northella.
“If I cannot get this woman to talk, perhaps one of our other prisoners can give me some information on her. That is, of course, if she was even friends with any of them. What a horrible soldier to leave their comrades on the battlefield to get captured or killed. Selfish and ugly. No wonder she's alone.”
Akemi was relieved to hear that this woman had lost interest in trying to break her. No matter what she couldn't utter a single word concerning their efforts to rescue Ethan out of Jinya which was the main reason she refused to cooperate with either of these two. The green haired Oni remained sitting there on the cold floor like a broken doll.
' That's right ... I might be ugly and unwanted but I wont sell out anymore of my comrades.'
Amelia's words did stung but they weren't far from the truth. She'd been a coward in the past and it wasn't something she was proud of. In Akemi's eyes this was her punishment for that transgression, the least she could do now was accept her demise and slowly rot away on this cell.
" The only thing I regret is not killing enough Nohrian bottom feeders such as yourselves." Spoke out the beaten Oni as a final act of defiance in the face of adversity. The banter between Amelia and Northella was completely ignored since all she could do was pray this would end soon and in the least painful way possible.
' Please forgive me, Mai. I 've been such a foolish girl. ' What Akemi really sought was a last chance to speak with her inn keeper Miss Watanabe and bid farewell.
"Well, that all seems fine to do, however, how do we even know if we have anyone we can threaten to get her to talk? Also, have you felt the end of her club against your own skull it really hurts." Northella stated tapping her head with her right head. "I don't doubt she won't try and go through with '...killing enough Nohrian bottom feeders such as yourselves.' She really doesn't seem the time to budge here." Northella then stated eyeing Akemi and repeating her words to the rather interesting cavalier.
"If you can really get her to talk, well, I'll give up some of my knightly ways and let you help me on the path to become this sort of proper woman you don't think I am. I'm kind of jealous of those." She told Amelia now pointing clearly at her much bigger bosom. "I've trained as a knight for so long my entire body tends to reject large amounts of fat cause I work out so much. I'd rather like to return to being a more curvy woman like I was ten years ago but since my father denied me the ability to become a Sky Knight or even a Malig Knight for that matter a young girl like me had to follow in his footsteps. I paid with a short hair cut though and no feminine features so to speak of now. I really hate doing this kind of interrogation stuff where nobody recognizes me as a woman during the proceedings. Anyway, it ticks me off."
Northella didn't want to go into a whole rant again in front of this much more fancy Nohrian woman. Yet she wanted her respect. Northella worked hard to capture the green haired mess now dressed in prison clothes. She'd gotten beat over the head at least three times and had taken to bed rest a good two days to recover. It had not been fun. Though it showed why Hoshidans were really bad people.
Heh. Amelia's words really had gotten to that butch knight. All she could do was shake her head. Amelia approached North and grabbed onto her masculine chest. "My dear, it would be near impossible for you to get rid of that. Why, if that's your goal," she motioned to the woman she held as prisoner with the crop in her hand and then back to Northella, "switch places with her. That really would be your best bet." She wondered if the green haired prisoner knew how much her body was deteriorating away in that cell. Her body hadn't been used. It had been left beaten. She hadn't had the proper meals by any means. "Take her place and in two weeks those muscles of yours will be reduced quite noticeably."
But the matter at hand was a bit more important. Sort of. The cavalier's gaze shifted towards the woman with green hair. Her clothes were nothing more than rags and she had no room to conceal a weapon upon her body. "Unless you are suggesting that this prisoner has a club shoved up her ass, I see no need to imagine the feeling of her bashing my skull with a club, North. This woman is nothing to fear. She has been reduced to nothing. No armor to protect her. No weapons. With hands like those, well, even her hardest bitch slap couldn't be so damaging." Amelia's own hands had been covered by pristine white gloves, though underneath were long coffin fingernails. She would use them from time to time, leaving long scratches across the bodies of her enemies. It gave her a thrill to see blood trickling down their cheeks.
"Her threats are nothing to me. And neither were her friend's. He tried to fight me. That man was a tricky one, but he was easily broken."
"Hm, so you're saying I should just become a prisoner myself and lose weight?" Northella responded while placing her hand under her china and pursing her lips. She wanted to laugh but this was her attempt to stifle one. "It'd be fun to do that but I'm not getting in the same cell as this bimbo."
She'd then point at Akemi with vehemence in her voice, "My muscles are to valuable to the war efforts I realize, it's what helped me survive those club blows she gave me to allow me to capture her, and I really am still concerned she has ways of getting weapons on her there. She could very well have a spoon or fork we forgot to take back down hidden on the floor or elsewhere."
Took a towards Akemi again by going around Amelia and glared down at her, "Well, honestly I believe what I said, but looking at you now I'm pretty sure if I kicked you with my boot you'd be close to dead. You look way too tired you savage girl." Northella then smirked feeling proud of her taunts and then turned her head back to Amelia.
"You really raised my confidence today, I'd ask you use all tools at your disposal to extra information from her. Just don't do anything too nerve wracking to her or she won't talk. I'll be back in a few hours, and after that, we can talk." Northella insisted while lowering her hands to her sides. "Actually, let's make it a few days from now when we reconvene but in my nice smelling office that'll be more fun."
Truth be told, since she was here working for the Black Market under Wes' control she didn't actually own the office. Yet in her Nohrian position as a minor commander of a squad or two in the past, she could pull strings for that kind of perk. After all, the army had hundreds of records on its soldiers they couldn't always keep track of. She wasn't about to let Amelia know she wasn't exactly fully with Nohr anymore. If she could she'd like to help Akemi escape if only in the guise of helping Amelia find more people torture. She'd have to be careful though not to let it slip whose side she was on.
Needless to say Akemi wasn't exactly fond of Northella. One thing was facing her in battle and another one was dealing with her half assed attempt at an interrogation. This woman had falsely assumed Hoshidan soldiers where willing to spill the beans at the slightest offer. The captive Oni still sat on that corner, half broken and physically exhausted.
" You invade our country and then expect me to talk promising me the empty life of an harem girl for your disgusting and degenerate nobles? Go to hell. " The idea of getting her face bashed open sounded a hell of a lot more appealing that listening to the drivel coming out of the knightesss mouth.
That sadistic blonde cavalier was at least honest when she said she was going to torture her because she found it enjoyable. Physical punishment she could at least take to a certain degree and use the excruciating pain to try and put her mind somewhere else.
“It wasn't an offer.” It seemed Northella still didn't get it.
“I am curious,” Amelia swung around to face Northella once again. She swung the crop into her free hand with a gentle smack. It was a feeling she was used to and the gloves definitely helped dull the ache. “Why did you bring her here?” Northella's past wasn't a secret to anybody here and she didn't exactly have the physique of somebody that could easily blend in. Northella threw herself into the lion's den. A face on posters, wanted for the assistance of helping a man escape from Nohr. “The Nohrian forts are no home to you anymore. Were you hoping for recompense? Forgiveness?”
Amelia tilted her head in the direction of the armored guards she walked in with. They held their lances out towards the defenseless Northella. No armor. No weapon. They cornered her. Amelia in the center. “You're as stupid as you are ugly. Tell me why I should give you any information that I get out of this girl? You're nothing but a criminal.” She lashed out with her weapon and struck Northella, “A traitor to Nohr!” The tables had turned on the Knight. Amelia's cherry red lips twisted into a grin. Something in her felt very much alive. She caught Akemi in the nearby cell out of the corner of her eye.
“Still,” Amelia walked away from Northella. “I am easily flattered by gifts.” She waved her hand in a motion to dismiss the knight. “My men will accompany you out as you are.” Amelia wasn't foolish enough to allow Northella to arm herself. “Unless you would like to cause me problems, that is.”
"You-know, um, of my desertion!" Northella cried quickly clasping her hands together and awkwardly hunching over to half her own size. She had a bad feeling Amelia was going to hit her and send her into the same prisoner situation that Akemi already was in. Fortunately, Amelia didn't do that instead she asked Northella why she was here and sort of slapped her riding crop in her own hand.
Northella thought she might get off easily but without warning Amelia changed her tune and told her this place they occupied as well as other places of the same state were not her home anymore. Soldiers with lances surrounded her too causing her knees to shake in fear for the first time in a while. She called Northella ugly and also demanded why any knowledge should be imparted to her too. Amelia smiled at her with a twisted grin while voicing this causing Northella eventually to spout, "I-I really did bring you a gift in the form of that even more savage bimbo next to us! Okay, okay! I thought my daddy might be able to get me back into the army! I only helped that lousy man you all might still be looking for because he was... a total loser... one who would never work for our army and destroy morale..."
She knew this wasn't the case in her heart after having met Ethan twice within the last year or so. Yet she couldn't let this be seen as she fiercely glared at Amelia and added, "If you back off your men I'll leave of my own accord. Though I'll definitely take on your advice to lose some of this muscle I have and not bother you all again, okay? Like I said before this girl here might be trouble but I'm sure you can handle her with the way you act towards her and I. Anyway, if she doesn't talk after a good torturing session take my advice and throw her over to a hungry lord. If nothing else she can be a Nohrian trophy for some power hungry man here."
Northella shrugged at Amelia hoping she'd just let her leave of her own accord before looking at the oni savage girl with a smile on her face. She gave her a wink and uttered to her, "I'll probably die here or maybe not but if I don't I just have one thing to say before I leave and that's enjoy your life in hellish Nohr. It's a lovely place. Kings here take on any wives they want, use whoever they want in their armies, and kill however they want on or off the battlefield." She only stated this because she wanted to clearly produce a good result to the officer and cavalier before her. She'd not want to become this woman's prisoner too. It was only a matter of moments before Amelia's men likely pulled her out by force. They were ordered to do so after all and Northella was powerless to stop them.
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