[X] Threaten them (Strength+Intimidation)
-[X] Stunt: You stretch as you begin to rise, and that proves too much for the seams of your abused dress, which split, falling around your belted waist and exposing the gleam of mail underneath. Shrugging mentally you move your chair towards the waking lycanthrope and sit down. "You know, my mother is going to be really unhappy that you ruined my dress. Which makes me unhappy." He begins to sneer at you, then blanches as you begin to carve patterns into the surface of your chair. Barehanded. "I have questions about that. You really, really want to make me happy by answering them." You give him your second best smile. He does not appear to be reassured.
honestly I don't think I could write a successful intimidation, I say successful as in one people would vote for, mostly because mine would be along the lines of:
The room is eerily silent, only the droplets of water and the clacks of boots can be heard as Molly circles, predates like a devil tiger, not hungry but gleeful for the suffering to come. She stops and sits, the wooden chair creaks, alike to protesting bones.
"So" says She calmly, quietly, the shadows seeming to lengthen as She stares into their eyes "you heal fast. Tell me, can you regrow limbs?"
"It doesn't matter if you can or not, only that it will enhance your suffering" She smiles with her whole face, a twisted glee painted in the world, no teeth shown but an ancient dragon's smile nonetheless.
"Here is how it's going to go, every time you lie, you lose a finger, when you run out of fingers, I'll move onto your toes and when you run out of toes, then the ribs and so on and so forth, until you either tell me what I want to know or you're an empty pile of skin worthy of a Red Court Elder" She falls silent once more.
The prisoners are shaking and though they sweat and gasp, they cannot even hear their own breaths, all noise smothered by the ancient Shadow of an Ebon Dragon, so thick and cloying, that even a certain denarian cannot perceive the events taking place and the only light visible is that of an ancient Green Sun, burning on the brow of a Prince. They speak only truths and the Shadow recedes, they cough and cry and almost puke in gladness of the Shadow's leave taken.
I have no words for what I just wrote, I had an idea and the words came after and surprising even to myself is the fact that no violence occurred wtf, I was planning to actually write in molly actually doing that shit but this is so much better. I'm astonished.
