Post by Solitaire on May 19, 2021 17:37:46 GMT
"SAY PLEASE"
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He'd woken up to worse.
Balthis Favre sputtered as consciousness was literally slapped into him, a small cloud of spit ejecting out into the air beside him as he coughed and whipped his head around side-to-side. Oh, God-- someone had slipped him a roofie in prison? Was that why he had such a raging headache? His ass was sore, too, but... no, that was just the bullet. His panicked breathing gave way to a soft sigh of relief, though the sentiment was quickly lost as he caught his bearings and focused on the group of people in front of him.
Then, all he could do is groan.
"Here we fucking go." Solitaire muttered, shaking his head. He closed his eyes for a moment on the off chance that this was just a nightmare, but-- alas. He was stuck here, tied against an office chair against his will, and half of a now-splintered superhero team was almost certainly about to beat the everloving fuck out of him. Still-- he was no stranger to pressure. He had won three poker championships, after all, and poker was all about deception. Bluffing, misdirection, and confidence. Admittedly, all of these qualities were difficult to accomplish with a shot ass and a stinging cheek while tied to a chair, but he did not have much of a choice in the matter.
"Whatever you want from me, I don't have it." Solitaire stated, leveling his breath and making the conscious decision not to look any of them in the eye. He kept his mouth tight-lipped, and his eyes narrowed. Slowly and surely, his heart rate began to lower as he calmed himself. Good. The first step was ensuring that he did not lose his cool. As his pulse slowed, Solitaire looked over to Novak and gave a shit-eating smirk for the first time since his face had been unveiled. He chanced a wink and looked back at the other two, gazing beyond them both and focusing on the stripped paneling that lined the walls behind them. Easier that way.
"I don't think I'll be answering any questions without a lawyer present." He stated, the soft accent in his voice accentuating the smugness throughout. "This is legal?"
Balthis Favre sputtered as consciousness was literally slapped into him, a small cloud of spit ejecting out into the air beside him as he coughed and whipped his head around side-to-side. Oh, God-- someone had slipped him a roofie in prison? Was that why he had such a raging headache? His ass was sore, too, but... no, that was just the bullet. His panicked breathing gave way to a soft sigh of relief, though the sentiment was quickly lost as he caught his bearings and focused on the group of people in front of him.
Then, all he could do is groan.
"Here we fucking go." Solitaire muttered, shaking his head. He closed his eyes for a moment on the off chance that this was just a nightmare, but-- alas. He was stuck here, tied against an office chair against his will, and half of a now-splintered superhero team was almost certainly about to beat the everloving fuck out of him. Still-- he was no stranger to pressure. He had won three poker championships, after all, and poker was all about deception. Bluffing, misdirection, and confidence. Admittedly, all of these qualities were difficult to accomplish with a shot ass and a stinging cheek while tied to a chair, but he did not have much of a choice in the matter.
"Whatever you want from me, I don't have it." Solitaire stated, leveling his breath and making the conscious decision not to look any of them in the eye. He kept his mouth tight-lipped, and his eyes narrowed. Slowly and surely, his heart rate began to lower as he calmed himself. Good. The first step was ensuring that he did not lose his cool. As his pulse slowed, Solitaire looked over to Novak and gave a shit-eating smirk for the first time since his face had been unveiled. He chanced a wink and looked back at the other two, gazing beyond them both and focusing on the stripped paneling that lined the walls behind them. Easier that way.
"I don't think I'll be answering any questions without a lawyer present." He stated, the soft accent in his voice accentuating the smugness throughout. "This is legal?"