WHO: Peter Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli, and Princess Azula WHAT: Good Old Hostage Interrogation WHERE: Basement of the Hyperion WHEN: [backdated slightly: directly after the battle with Toru] RATING: moderate; interrogation methods are hard, but not torture STATUS: thread ; incomplete
Peter teleported straight back into the basement of the hotel. He was holding the woman with cuffs of ice, her hands bound behind her back. Remembering how she'd used even her feet during their brief fight to cast off her blue flames, Peter called over a chair, and sat her down in it, using ice again to secure her feet to the legs of the chair.
He'd known the battle wouldn't be a nice one, so he had closed off his mental links with Sarah and Nathan for a bit. After dropping the 'powerless' charade, however, he had let those blocks fall, so they would know how things were truly going. And then had promptly forgotten about it.
A second chair was tugged over, and Peter lounged in this one, a fainly amused smile on his face, tossing a ball of ice back and forth in his hands. "So, Princess," he said. "We're going to have a bit of a talk."