((Just going to note I don't often get to write characters such as Sunshine. He is um. Kinda starting out with a bang. I apologize if anyone is squeamish. I can tone things down. Also I normally wouldn't have jumped right into him at ah. Work. Buuuut the opportunity knocked and all that. Also the music I use for writing him is almost scarily bubbly.))
It had been a long journey from the mountain home. Sunshine didn't mind. He tended to look on everything in life with a disposition that matched his agent name: Sunshine. He wasn't entirely sure he was meant to be an agent or anything like that, but his uncle had been as good as his word in getting him a job that should ensure security and relative safety. After all, there was safety in secrecy.
Now if only his friend Kitten Biscuit would stop using the name his mother had given him. Really, Othobaztong? Really, he knew he wasn't the brightest dwarf out there, even if he was the sunniest, but to be called stupid and smelly was just the limit. At least the deal was struck to not mention either of their birth names. A shame, really. Kolke's was a graet tribute to that legendary being. So what if he was a fairy tale?
He was excited, though, to almost be ready to work. He couldn't wait to see the interrogation chambers. He always had been good at getting people to talk, and all just with a tiny bit of friendly persuasion! They also seemed to like his paintings, though. It was sad that they tended to pass out before he finished, though.
He was glad when an armorsmith provided him with good enough implements for his job. He was also glad to not have to explain how he could paint with the tools he required - tongs, files, hammers, nails, various mechanisms. The questions about them could always be so inconvenient. then again, he had been under the impression that his workspace would be set up for him.
Then, he heard the magic words. To have fun. "To hear is to obey Kitten Biscuit!" He wondered if the person who gave Kitten Biscuit his name was hungry at the time. He felt honored to have the only not food related name.
It meant he was special.
He whistled joyfully as he strolled over to the tied up elf. "You know I don't really want to hurt you much, you know that, right?" He tilted his head a bit at the help, smiling his friendliest smile. "Oh! I know! You can be the first to watch me paint! You like painting, right?" He raised a heavy hammer, and let it fall on the elf's foot. He had always liked the colors he got from elves. It was a moment's work to fashion a brush from a little bit of beard hair and a stick that seemed to have gotten stuck in it. The elf sobbing in pain didn't seem to penetrate his rather thick skull.
In reality, he did, to a degree, understand just what he was doing. However he was very well trained in his job. Family alone did not get one a job in this line of work - though it did help. And really he DID enjoy how efficiently he could get people to talk. Why this time it only took breaking several bones! Such as all of the ones in the feet. And hands. And maybe the legs. And maybe it was a little less breaking and more pulverizing.
If there was one lesson that was always taught, it was this: With enough pain, ANYBODY, no matter how well trained, tells the truth. The real challenge is hoping they didn't completely muddy the waters with lies beforehand. But that wasn't his job.
He was whistling cheerfully an hour later, when Kitten Biscuit returned. "I think he's ready boss!" He swung his hammer easily across his shoulders, and strolled over to his latest masterpiece. Now what was he going to call THIS one? "What do you think? I always like a new piece of work in a new home, how about you?"
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