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Feb. 7th, 2022 11:40 am[ When Chuuya comes to, the room he will wake up in is dark, without any windows. The walls are as gray as the floor, and it all seems to run together. The entire room is nondescript; it could easily be a basement anywhere. Chuuya is chained to the wall, both feet and hands shackled in heavy metal.
To counteract his powers, he's been given military grade ability nullification drugs, on top of a cocktail of other medication meant to keep him drowsy and disoriented. The Hunting Dogs had done their research; they knew Chuuya of all people wouldn't be easy to keep down. He'd be near impossible, if not completely impossible, to break, too, which is precisely the reason that Jouno wanted to be the one to interrogate him. The sound of someone strong finally shattering in front of him has always been music to his ears.
It's the subtle shift in Chuuya's breathing that lets Jouno know the mafia executive has woken up. ]
Nakahara Chuuya-san. You won't mind if I pull up a seat, do you? We have a lot to talk about.
[ Regardless of the response, Jouno takes a folding chair from beside the door and unfolds it, placing it right in front of where Chuuya is held. It's close enough that he can reach out and touch him if he wants to, though for now, it seems he has no plans to do so right away. A conversation is always a good place to start, and if Chuuya chooses not to cooperate, the taser Jouno's spinning in his hands might help loosen his lips. ]
To counteract his powers, he's been given military grade ability nullification drugs, on top of a cocktail of other medication meant to keep him drowsy and disoriented. The Hunting Dogs had done their research; they knew Chuuya of all people wouldn't be easy to keep down. He'd be near impossible, if not completely impossible, to break, too, which is precisely the reason that Jouno wanted to be the one to interrogate him. The sound of someone strong finally shattering in front of him has always been music to his ears.
It's the subtle shift in Chuuya's breathing that lets Jouno know the mafia executive has woken up. ]
Nakahara Chuuya-san. You won't mind if I pull up a seat, do you? We have a lot to talk about.
[ Regardless of the response, Jouno takes a folding chair from beside the door and unfolds it, placing it right in front of where Chuuya is held. It's close enough that he can reach out and touch him if he wants to, though for now, it seems he has no plans to do so right away. A conversation is always a good place to start, and if Chuuya chooses not to cooperate, the taser Jouno's spinning in his hands might help loosen his lips. ]
