Martin, Seier, Interrogation Room 76C and Simulation Room A -1
Martin sighed at the young witch as she pulled petty insults seemingly from the ethereum, "My mother always told me that I was special, so I guess what you just said confirms that for me." he bowed his head, "I am grateful for you assistance." he said, going along with the young woman's insults rather than taking affront to them. He shook his head once Seier started to verbally attack Jerry, "Look dear, Frank is a very nice human being, and his wife is wonderful. She bakes the most delightful pumpkin pies during Autumn, they melt in your mouth you hear?" he said calmly before he glanced back at his book.
"I'd truly appreciate it if you didn't threaten me, it makes me rather anxious, and the more you cooperate the quicker you're out of those restraints." he said, not looking up from the book as it continued to write itself.
"INVICTUS, right yes!" he called out as he waved to the one-way mirror behind himself, "They're my boss! Your boss too really." he turned around and smiled at himself in the mirror, aware that he himself was being evaluated for this and likely would end up with some sort of reprimand over his handling of the interrogation. He looked down to the book before he sighed again and looked up at Seier in front of himself, "No I definitely don't want to end up like your 'Pa', but I mean I can't lie and say that I am a bit curious just what the other dimensions you send things to are like." he started looking past the girl as he spoke, "I mean the possibilities are seemingly infinite yes? The things you could do in the dimensions are…" he paused and turned his attention back to the girl. He suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table.
"CAN YOU DICTATE WHAT'S IN THE DIMENSIONS?" he yelled at the witch.
There was a pause as he straightened himself up, cracked his neck and took a seat again, "Because I mean, that'd be astounding. Imagine the sort of research we could get done in those places, perfect test beds for… For anything. The Big Bang. First Life. Hell, the Creation of God and Satan himself. Would be rather astounding." he said before straightening out his jacket.
Seier only continued to glare at Martin, even as he suddenly yelled at her- she was no stranger to being yelled at. It took her a moment to come up with a response, and in those moments, Seier's expression seemed to convey all the dirty words she wanted to call Martin.
"Don't ye fucken' yell a' me, ya goddamn termite! Aye, ah've the ability tae dictate what goes in my dimensions. I'll open one right on yer 'special' face! Ah hope yer maw was blind, jus' lookin' at ya now makes me sick!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"And fer tha fucken record, no one is ma' boss! Ah've got ma own drum beat tae follow, ya fuckin bampot. There's no' ev'n a reason fer me ta want tae follow this 'INVICTUS' shite. Sounds like absolute bollocks tae me." She grumbled, struggling in her restraints again, tugging at them as hard as she could.
"If ye jus' gimme ma hat and other personal effects ah'll be on my way, an' ah won't even tear a dimension inta yer ugly arse, Marty-boy." She hissed his name, narrowing her eyes.
"Okay." Martin said quietly to Seier. He gathered his book and the papers still strewn about the room he had missed earlier and moved back to the table, "I'll go grab your hat and let you leave, I'm not really a fan of a new dimension being opened in my face." he shrugged, "Makes me a bit antsy to be honest." he shivered in the cold room before moving to the back of Seier's seat. He knelt down and fiddle with the restraints for a moment before standing back up, "Guess I'll need to have someone else help you get out of those, can't use my fingers for shit with these." he said as he waved his mittened hands in front of the young womans face.
He quickly moved to the door and opened it, stepping back into the hall he would wait until the door had closed behind him to place his book down and remove the hat and mittens putting them back into his pocket. He reshuffled the papers in his book and turned around to face the door. He took a breath, put on his most innocent and unsuspecting face, and walked back in the room.
"So I'm uh... I'm Martin nice to meet you." he said as he reached his free hand out to shake the girls hand, only to remember she was restrained and pull back the hand, "Oh sorry, forgot you're restrained…" he said as he rubbed the back of his head. He pulled the chair out from the table and took a seat, slamming his book down as he did, the newly arranged papers shooting out of it as he did and spewing themselves all over the table and many onto Seier herself.
"Oh shit! Don't uh, don't worry about those!" he said as he gathered only a few from his immediate vicinity and shoved them back into his jacket, "They're nothing important, just notes and the such." he said with a smile before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of mittens and a hat, slipping it all back on again, "Cold as shit in here no?" he said to the girl.
"Anyway…" he said as he opened the book, "Welcome to INVICTUS! Congratulations! You've got a job now!" he said happily as the book in front of him began to write everything it knew about INVICTUS, "Could you do it in English please?" he asked the book as it wrote.
"Ah so, they're your new boss, they regiment your life, tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel. So you, since you're such a bundle of joy, are really going to love it here. It'll fit you well." he said, waiting for the girls response, expecting more obscenities to come his way.
Seier was about to protest his leaving, but Martin walked back in again just as she opened her mouth. She remained quiet, confused by his changed approach, as if he were starting fresh. She raised one eyebrow skeptically, feeling as if Martin might think her stupid.
Seier rolled her eyes and groaned as papers from the book flew out in every direction.
"Is this some weird-ass coping mechanism ye've got to help ya deal with shite? Pretend nothin' at awl jus' 'appened?" She frowned again, peeking at the papers that remained outside his reach.
Seier took a slightly shaky breath, the length of time she'd been tied up made her slightly anxious, "Don't play innocent with me, Marty-boy, ahm naw' stupid. Ya fuckin space slice," She grumbled, reading one of the papers as she spoke, "Mother's Recipe For Chicken And Dumpling Soup…You a mommy's boy, Marty? I bet yer maw would be appaled a' how yer treatin' me, a lady. Dinna she teach ye proper manners, lad?" Seier grinned, and chuckled, "I wonder if yer maw's proud of what ye've done with yerself." She prodded him with her sharp words, leaning forwards as much as her restraints allowed her to.
"By tha way, ya dinna bring me my fuckin shite. And no, ah donnae think ah'll enjoy life here, Ah've a mind a' my own, and I'll not let a group a fuckin' bawbag shitestains tell me who ah am, what ah' can think. Ahm not a woman who can be regimented, so pòg mo thòin!" She spat at him, sticking her tongue out defiantly again, curious to see just how far she could push Martin.
Martin stared blankly at Seier, he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again and then staring some more. As he looked at the girl he opened the book in front of him, "Well it's the funniest thing about my parents." he said calmly, still staring blankly at the girl, "They're all dead." he shrugged and looked down to the book, "Rose Seier, but only the good stuff?" he asked nicely, the book began to write itself in front of him and he smiled.
"It's actually not like I described it by the way." he said before shifting his gaze around the room and then back to Seier, "INVICTUS, they don't actually do everything I just said, aside form telling you where you've got to be sometimes. It's honestly pretty free, and then there's the whole part about being stuck here unless they let you leave…" he glanced nervously back at the one-way mirror, "And the part where they'll kill you if you try anything, I mean…" he chuckled nervously to himself, "Dimensions creation is cool an all, a nice party trick, but do you really think these people would have caught you and brought you here if they couldn't just as easily get rid of you if you become a problem?" he leaned down to look at the book as it wrote, a small smile formed as he read it translate the girls earlier statement about kissing her ass.
"You're about ten years too young for me sorry." he said blandly before continuing, "Now don't get me wrong girl, I uh," he turned to the glass once more and smiled meekly at his reflection, "I definitely didn't like it when I was originally brought here, against my will. Drugged and unable to fight back, yeah essentially we were abducted." he said with a shrug. He scratched his face with a mitted hand and then rested his elbow on the table as he slowly read the text that the book was giving him. "I mean, you can try and escape, try and maybe fight your way out with that attitude of yours, but you'll just end up dead." he waved his free mitted hand in the air for dramatic effect as his eyes shifted back to the one-way mirror and to Seier again, "I mean, you know that others like you exist, or at least you've got an idea of it. Well here you are, this is where they are too, and unlike you they're all good little boys and girls that submitted to INVICTUS and will, with only minimal questions, kill you if you decide you'd rather be dead then working here." he said still reading from the book.
"That is, if you're even able to use your powers to fight your way out of here?" he asked curiously as he read from the book about the girl, "I mean, if you can it doesn't seem like you'd have too much of a problem getting past me and the similar lackies, we'd just end up…" he tilted his head back and forth as he read the text in front of him, "Splattered? Much like your mother I guess, in pieces would work better? I'm not sure help me out here?" he asked as he continued, "But the others, well they'd take your odd little powers and shove them so far into Pandora's Box that you'd be just normal like me." he shrugged, "Pandora's Box is real by the way, can show you it one day maybe."
Seier had been intently listening to Martin until he spoke of her mother. Just the few words he said about her gave her flashbacks of the incident, playing on repeat like a movie in her mind. For a long moment, her expression was glazed, and the remaining trauma from her mother's death was visible.
Seier let her head hang forward as she opened her mouth to speak again, "Don' you bring ma maw intae this. Don't say that word...splatter. Ah'll fuckin-" Seier stopped herself, her breaths shaky, "You'cn talk 'bout m' dad however ye want, but don't you dare utter a single word about her." She lifted her head to look at Martin, the fire within them replaced by a mixture of other things.
Sighing, Seier spoke once more, her voice quiet and her words lacking insults, "Ah sure as awl hell don' wannae be normal. I like- no. I appreciate my ability and what it's helped me do a few times. Wha' the hell d'you wannae know about me tha' yer books don't tell ya, hm?" Her gaze remained trained on Martin as she awaited a response.
He listened carefully as she spoke, feeling only slightly bad about what he had done. Martin lifted his head off of his hand with a small smile appearing on his face, "I apologize, but when one is as… Uncooperative as you sometimes things get a little dirty." he closed his book and leaned back in the chair, "Well, the book knows quite a lot, but I just want to know one thing." he raised both his mitted hands into the air in an over exaggerated questioning motion, "If I let you out of those restraints, you're not going to splatter me or any of my fellow cohorts across the walls and the ceiling, and beneath things that we can't reach normally, you know, just really make a mess of us?"
His face tightened a bit and his eyes showed that he didn't exactly enjoy his job at the moment, "I need to know you'll be a good little girl like the rest of you special folk, that you'll, at least at first, give INVICTUS the chance to mold you into something better. To make you something that can ensure no one ever gets deposited on every surface of a room ever again unless you truly intend them to be." he asked as he brought both his mitted hands together in front of him.
Seier was silent for a long few minutes. She contemplated her choices, finding that the better one was to live and see what INVICTUS had to offer. She disliked that it seemed the organization cared little for her personal opinions or ways of living, but still, the only other option was death apparently.
Finally Seier spoke, "What ah did to my mum...It was an accident. I didn't know that could happen. Dinnae 'ave control o'er it at the time. I know how tae use it now, but I awl but refuse tae use tha' part of my ability. If ya tell me tae be a good little girl one more time, ah might reconsider. You can call me Seier, ya bitty wanker." She lifted her chin up slightly, staring down her nose at Martin, regaining some of her composure, though the hurt was still in her eyes.
"Just get me outta these fucken' restraints awlready, ah've had tae scratch ma' nose fer tha last five horrid minutes!" She groaned, struggling in the restraints again as if for emphasis.
Martin smiled and stood as Seier agreed to place nice with INVICTUS for the time being, "Can't argue with honesty." he stated before walking around to the chair and easily undoing the restraints on Seier, "Now you can itch whatever you please." he said before turning to the one-way mirror, "Could someone bring the girl her clothes? She's agreed to play along for the time being." he said before he picked up his book and gathered the papers from the room.
With his free hand he turned back to Seier and pointed to the door, "New freedom awaits! Follow me if you'd like to be able to change somewhere without a see through mirror and a camera…" he peered at the mirror again nervously, "Or stay here if that's your sort of thing." he pulled the door open and waited for the young woman's response.
Seier scratched her nose and leapt to her feet, standing up as tall as she could...which still wasn't very tall. She stretched her arms up, and gave Martin a funny look, scrunching her nose up at his last statement.
"Oi, ah'm not that kind of kinky. Fuckin' pervy old man's what you are." She slapped the two-way mirror with an open palm, making a face at whomever might be behind it, "Soory tae dissappoint, shitpouches!" She pushed her nose up with her finger at the two-way before turning to walk out the door past Martin.
She turned to him with a frown, "Hurry tha fuck up an' get yer shite together, cockwomble! Ah've got chicken skin, Marty-boy!" She put her hands on her hips, waiting impatiently.
Martin laughed as she flipped off the crew behind the mirror then quickly composed himself and let go of the door, "Right then pipsqueak, this way is the ladies toilets, there's a locker room you can change in there, and a nice woman will be meeting you to hand over your shit." he said as he pointed down the absurdly long hallway of interrogation rooms and began to walk. "Now…" he looked around as they walked as if making sure no one was going to hear him, "You can play the tough game with me all you please, it's actually a bit enjoyable, but be careful who you mouth off to." he moved to one side of the hallway as a cart blared its horn and rolled by, "Even though everyone here has agreed to be a nice boy or girl just like you did," he pointed at the girls face as they walked, "some of them may not uphold their agreement too well."
He waved to a woman holding a brown paper bag, "Laura, hi!" he said as they approached, "This is Seier, she's a ball of joy, mind giving her her stuff please?" he asked, "And also shooting her if she tries to escape?" he tacked on to the end.
"Of course." Laura responded, a thick Eastern European accent gracing her voice as she held the bag out with one hand to Seier and pulled a handgun with the other, keeping it pointed square at the girls chest.
After changing, Seier followed Martin to a training area. She'd been holding her hat by her side the entire time, paranoid that someone else would try to take it. She didn't trust a single soul in this new place, and she wouldn't have her most precious possession stolen from her again.
She peeked into the training room curiously, scrunching her nose up at the people she saw inside, "Ahm meant tae get on with these bawbags? It worries me tha' they're all so cheerful in this shite-hole." She spoke, her eyes observing the room and its occupants, almost regretting her decision to live.
The training rooms were ripe with bad memories for Martin, being put up against mythical creatures and ungodly sights as a normal human was more than enough to kill him, thankfully they were all simulations when he went through it. He watched as a few of the new recruits seemed to be getting along well, only to find himself frowning as Seier spoke ill about all of them, "Look Ms. Rose, you don't have to be friends with any of them. Just…." he shrugged and twirled his still mitted hand in the air, "work together so you don't die on your first time out of here or something even more depressing." he asked the girl, almost begging for her to at least try and be nice.
"I'm going to leave you here, drop you on the Agent Handler present, and go back to doing my own thing for a while." he said nonchalantly, "But uh… If ever you need me for something… Ask someone, they pretty much all know where to find me…" he said as he continued looking at the simulation room, his dread ever growing as he did.
"Any more questions before I leave you here?" he asked.
Seier could easily see how uncomfortable Martin was, and she narrowed her eyes a bit while he spoke. She responded quickly to his last question, "No, now get oot o' ma' hair. Go bug some other kidnap candidate."
She could make no promises on being nice to anyone. In fact, she didn't really plan on wasting her time with it. She didn't want to get close to anyone, and she didn't want anyone getting in her way.
"Go eat a book out, ya fanny. Ah can tell this wee bitty room her makes ya nervous. I dare say I'm readin' that god-awful expression a' yers like a book." She grinned mischievously at Martin before stepping into the room, unsure of what to expect.
"It's not a hard one to read…" he said as he stepped into the room. Spotting the man he was looking for he would yell in his direction, "Hey! Sable! I got you a new one! She's a little rough around the edges so be careful with her…" he looked into the room then back to Sable, "Or something." with that he disappeared out the door and down the hall.