Who: Jason Pucey and Eric Macmillan Where: Team Evil safe house When: Thursday evening What: Jason has been sent for some...persuasion. Warnings: violence, probably torture
Jason was twirling his wand easily in his fingers and smiling at his companion. This house had a small basement, empty but for two rather rickety chairs, perfect for...talking to people. All one needed was the lock on the door and a Silencing charm, and there could be no interruptions. Jason wondered at the psychological impact of knowing that other people, potential help, were less than three feet above your head, yet they might as well be in Austria for all the good it did you. Another thing to keep in mind.
"I'm a bit chilly," he said pleasantly. "Are you chilly?" He waved his wand, casting a Warming charm over the room. Actually, it was already kindof warm, but any tiny thing he could do to damage someone's emotional state was of interest to him, and Jason could handle warm temperatures. He was like a lizard. He sat down in the chair opposite his companion, twirling his wand again, and smiled once more. If this bloke was paying the slightest bit of attention, he'd noticed one person go into this basement and come out unscathed, and one go in and come out terribly beaten up. Maybe he'd get someone who didn't come out at all! That would be fun, sneaking a body out in the middle of the night. That would fuck with their heads, wouldn't it?
"So," he said casually, Eric's wand safely confiscated and tucked into his own pocket. "What do you know about your situation right now?" Jason might have looked lazy and indolent, but he was alert and ready to throw a hex as soon as the other man showed a sign of wanting one. His mother was one of the best duellists the DMLE had -- Jason was ready to see if her talent was hereditary.