/You know me, I like being punctual. And I did see some aprons while I was scavenging supplies, I should have brought something back for you. saw some cute frilly ones and one with a fig leaf./
[Bad joke and she knows it. Ginia's smirk doesn't last long before she moves around to look at their current subject. Resilient, she'll give them that much. All of them had been so far. But anyone would crack under enough time. The real question was how much time they had.
Not enough was the answer. Never enough. Ginia unties the subject and hauls them off the chair - no need to bind hands when there aren't any left. She props him upright against the wall and binds his ankles before looking at the cultist she just brought in.
Their eyes meet. Her's cold and calculating, his stony and unmoving. He won't crack easily, a guarantee there.
Ginia smiles and pats his cheek before hauling him up and dragging him over to the chair, adjusting his ankle ties to secure him to the chair. She pulls out a knife and begins cutting away the straps on his armor, casually throwing the piece of leather armor aside. Maybe they would be able to bring some back with them; the wing guards would be a nice thing to replicate for their own protection. Once he's properly situated, she turns toward Erwin.]
no subject
[Bad joke and she knows it. Ginia's smirk doesn't last long before she moves around to look at their current subject. Resilient, she'll give them that much. All of them had been so far. But anyone would crack under enough time. The real question was how much time they had.
Not enough was the answer. Never enough. Ginia unties the subject and hauls them off the chair - no need to bind hands when there aren't any left. She props him upright against the wall and binds his ankles before looking at the cultist she just brought in.
Their eyes meet. Her's cold and calculating, his stony and unmoving. He won't crack easily, a guarantee there.
Ginia smiles and pats his cheek before hauling him up and dragging him over to the chair, adjusting his ankle ties to secure him to the chair. She pulls out a knife and begins cutting away the straps on his armor, casually throwing the piece of leather armor aside. Maybe they would be able to bring some back with them; the wing guards would be a nice thing to replicate for their own protection. Once he's properly situated, she turns toward Erwin.]
/How do you want to approach this one?/