Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

Laura smiled rather pleasantly, the grabbed a chair from the corner. Draping her jacket, she turned it around so the back was facing him, then sat down and leaned onto the back. “Oh, I never assume it’s going to be easy. It’s rather a treat when it is, but I never count on it. So, since you’re obviously not planning on just telling me straight off the bat, let’s start with something slightly easier. Are you a carrot man or a stick man, Kyle? In case you don’t get what I mean, do I need to hurt you to get my information, or can I just give you something and let you go free?” Contrary to what it might seem like, Laura didn’t enjoy hurting people. In her line of work, though, it was often a necessary evil, and she had to admit, she was very good at getting people to talk, through whatever means necessary.

“Well, if you don’t mind, then there’s really no harm in telling me, is there? Believe it or not, I don’t enjoy this, but I do happen to be extremely good at it. And as to who I work for and what I want... consider me freelance, and I want to know why you were going after that girl. Now, I’ve been polite and answered your questions, so I suggest you answer mine, before I start to get... testy.” This guy thought he was tough. He had no idea what tough was. Sure, he had a high pain tolerance. That wasn’t going to help him in the long run; all it meant was that if he insisted on resisting, when she finally dumped him on the curb, his body would be much more bruised and battered.

(let me know if he lies at some point, because Laura can tell, but I can’t)

(He’s a henchman. He wouldn’t have all the answers. Just have him say whatever you’ve decided on so far.)
(Of course, Laura’s going to have to work to tease it out of him.)

(Sounds good)

Laura eyed him suspiciously. “Is that everything you know about why you were sent to attack her? Even the hired help usually has some background information. What do you know about her? You’ll notice I’ve yet to resort to violence.” He wasn’t showing any tells, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have more information. Lies of omission weren’t the same thing as straight-up lies, and were often hard to spot. He’d given that information up too easily; while it wasn’t hard to figure out anything he’d given her so far, it still threw up red flags that he’d surrendered it with barely even a protest.

Bingo. “I’ve noticed something. You’re dancing around the issue. You haven’t actually said that’s all you know. Smart. Using technicalities to keep your body from realizing that you’re lying. Reminds me of a scene in the Ender’s Game series. So,” Laura said, leaning back and extending a claw, using it to pick her teeth, “why don’t we start with something simpler. Where are you from, Kyle?”

(I like SERIOUSLY have to get to work. I’ll be back around 3 EST)

Maddeningly unspecific; he was definitely stalling. That’s fine; she had all the time she wanted. Even if he had the foresight to have a locator on him, the basement was a Faraday cage. Nothing electronic was going in or out. “Canada. More specifically, the Weapon X facility. What was your first job, Kyle? How old were you? How much did you make there?” Laura didn’t care about the answer; usually, this was just about establishing a rapport with the subject. However, in this instance, that’s not what she was going for; her strategy was to lead him into asking questions that she wanted to give the answer to.

"How coincidental. I was ten when I got my first job as well. I didn't work in a lumber business, though; I was an assassin, quite possibly the best in the world. I wasn't making nickels and dimes, either. The Facility got fifty-five million dollars per hit." She got out of the chair, standing in front of him. "I know each of the twenty-six ways to kill you without leaving a mark, and excel in obtaining information from difficult suspects. I'm a master in well over half of the known forms of combat, both armed and unarmed disciplines." She crouched down. "I'm a partial clone of the first Weapon X, trained from inception to be nothing but a deadly tool. I didn’t even have a name until my mother gave me one while she bled out in my arms; just a serial number. To answer your question, when I was 11, I destroyed the entire Facility, including dozens of my clones, which would have netted billions on the black market. Now, the only other Weapon X is the original, who I came close to killing before I decided against it, and a younger, partial clone of me. I've known pain like you've never imagined," she said, extending the claws on her right hand. "You see these? They didn't come with a metal coating. No, while I was still awake, they were ripped out of my body, sharpened, coated in the strongest metal known to man, and replaced. I've been shot, stabbed, cut open, poisoned, hit by an RPG, and once even forced to cut off my own hand. I’ve killed dozens, of not hundreds, of people, some in incredibly violent ways, some so subtly the best coroners in the world deemed it a natural death." She leaned in, next to his ear, and whispered, "So believe me, when I tell you that I will break you, it's not a threat. It's a promise. The only variable is how long it's going to take, and the size of the number at the end of the medical bills you receive after I drop your battered, broken body at the front steps of the nearest hospital." Laura extended a claw, slashing a long but shallow cut down the side of his calf, then stood up and whistled. Gripping the fabric, she tore the pant leg off at the knee. A pitter-patter of paws could be heard from above, followed by Jonathan bounding down the stairs. "This is an adult male wolverine. They're extremely aggressive animals, so I suggest you don't move," she said, as he started lapping at the cut, tearing the flesh slightly with his tongue. "They're also not known for their hygiene, and I sure as hell don't plan on spending money on antibiotics for your useless ass, so you'd better hope you have a strong immune system." She walked up the stairs, stopping at the top to say, “You hurt that animal, and my little sister will force-feed you your spleen,” then flicking off the light and shutting the door behind her, leaving Kyle to suffer in the darkness below.

Crossing the room, she sat down on the couch next to Gabby, who had regained her slipper, although it was slightly damp, and less puffy than before. She had foregone the ice cream in favor of a bowl of popcorn.
“Get anything good?” Gabby asked.
“Nothing I couldn’t have guessed. He’s not in charge of whatever this is; he does know more than he’s letting on, but I’m going to have to work to get it. I left Jonathan down there to keep him company,” Laura said, kicking her feet up onto the ottoman and leaning back. “What are we watching?”
“Planet Earth.”
“David Attenborough? That’s a good one.” Laura grabbed a handful of popcorn and poured it into her mouth.


(laura is literally the most badass person in all of marvel)

( ya, I just haven't replied yet- not really a good time. This weekend is busy. I have 2 exams I'm studying for, a project and a research paper a long with a couple of other misc. things plus I have other things to do - but I had a 10 mile race this morning; it just finished but we are still here and idk when I'm going home but like I haven't done any of my school work bc I've been out all morning
So I will respond but now isn't a good time- I apologize!)

( Edit away all ya want- I will try to get in a response by tonight, if not tomorrow!
Lol dude we've talked about this so many times haha
I /ran/ cross country and spring and winter track in hs and I am not on my colleges running team, but I am on the running club and we still practice every day and compete against other colleges but we also do a lot of road races (more in the spring/winter bc fall is xc races) but ya- I do/did)

(sorry this is so short and bad; ik you are waiting but time just isn't on my side and i've been really busy

but on a side- yes, many times like i said. spoke about it on the old forums too lol you do remember that we were 'friends' on the old forums right? xD)

Kyle stared at Laura with a blank expression as she spoke, taking in everything that she had to say without a word. Should he have been scared? Maybe. Was he? Well, fear wasn't exactly how he would describe it. Instead, it was more of a feeling that he had never felt before, so many feelings at once that it was hard exactly to pinpoint what single emotion it was. Numbing maybe? Either way, it all happened so fast. From her words, to her slashing her claw along his leg. He forced himself not to cry out as blood ran down his leg and stayed perfectly still, again, silent. He could only watch as Laura let the wolverine come after him. Pain over took his body.

(picia - my @ name here is still picia too
glad we are in similiar boats haha)

Kyle's head had been hanging down limply. It took too much effort at this point to try and lift it and hold it up. But when he heard the door open and then feet clambering up and then back down, he lifted his head slightly with the little energy he still had left. Laura sat down in front of him again. He forced a grin, but grimaced as he did so. "I don't know what you want me to tell you." He said, a cough forming in his throat. It hurt to cough and he felt as if his lungs were going to collapse. He looked back at Laura and growled. Did he really want to die today? Not exactly. Would this get him killed? Possibly. But did he want to get ripped apart and suffer? No. He'd rather is quick and over before he knew what was happening. When this was over, he'd probably get the gun anyways. "I was born in the US. I live in the US. My allegiance, is to Russia." He finally spat.

Kyle narrowed his eyes. He had just give her a valuable piece of information and she hardly seemed interesting. Fascinating was all that she could say? It was probably all a game to her. He watched as she clacked the pliers. "What your claws no longer do the job?" He asked eyeing them. Although he stopped there. He really did not want any more of his blood shed. But what could he say that was going to do him any good? Or her? "It was the girl's parents." He finally decided on. "They knew something. She does too." He shrugged and gave another cough, clearing his throat. Water. He could really use some water at this moment. "I really don't see why this is so important to you."

He rolled his eyes. He had already told her that he didn't know what the girl knew. He had only been told to get her and until Laura showed up, he had been close to achieving this and living another day. It had taken him long enough to even find her; he was the best they had, and now, he knew there was no going back. He had already failed. "I told you," he said. "That's all I know. If you are so interested in the girl, why don't you ask her yourself?" He stared at Laura with a matter of fact look. "I was only told what I needed to be and that was that she had information we needed. I was supposed to bring her back so she could be questioned by my director." He could feel himself beginning to sweat and the restraints seemed to get tighter. He told himself it was all in his head and that he hadn't said too much. And maybe to an outsider he hadn't, but he told all he knew and all he knew was clue in the right direction.