Hostage Situation || (Closed with lord-of-rotten-things)
Mandrake sighed deeply. “I see you need better incentive.”
He turned from Bomba, walking down his hall of trophies as if searching them for an idea. In fact, he had one already, but it was not one he particularly liked to use, even on a pathetic sympathizer of the enemy. After all, Mandrake had once had a child.
This was war, he reminded himself. If his heart caused him to falter, it would spell the end of his reign. He stopped walking about halfway down the gallery, and looked over his shoulder.
"Your lovely daughter… she’s in Moonhaven today, isn’t she?"
Bomba felt a cold knot in his stomach at the words the Boggan King uttered. His eyes widened and he went pale at the threat behind the casual question.
Suddenly, the threat the King posed became that much more real and deep down, Bomba knew his stubbornness wouldn’t go unpunished.
His expression warped into one of anger, his jaw jutting out in outrage. He wasn’t about to let his daughter be brought into this nightmare, not by a long shot. He’d withstand any amount of torture if it meant keeping her out of this.
MK was safe, for now. He knew the Leafmen considered her to be a dear friend and it would take a good deal of fighting for the Boggans to get anywhere near her.
…But he could tell that was only temporary. When Mandrake wanted something, it was obvious he would get it, no matter how long it took.
"She’s none of your concern." He replied, his voice dropping low and his hands curling into fists.
Mandrake turned and saw the same anger he himself would express, no doubt, if someone were to threaten Dagda. If Dagda was still here. He felt a painful twinge in his chest, sickening and melancholy, and his enthusiasm to interrogate Bomba sunk like a stone in mud. It was only his stubbornness that goaded him on.
"Oh, she is my concern." Mandrake strode up to Bomba in a few stalking movements and cast a dark shadow over him. His voice grew low. "Especially if her father does not become more conversational. What’s the matter, Bomba? From what I hear, it’s usually difficult to make you stop talking about your little Leafman friends.”
It struck Mandrake as odd that, before his defeat on the solstice, he had had no qualms about injuring or even killing the girl who stole the pod from under his nose - but now that her father was in the picture, he felt that touching a single hair on her head was disdainful. He deeply resented that girl for what she had done. By all accounts, she was his enemy… but someone’s child, like Dagda.
Mandrake cursed his heart for its weakness and spoke again.
“Speak. Do not test me. Do not make me hurt your darling girl.”
"You bastard!" The infuriated Professor hissed through clenched teeth. His hands shook and his voice quivered. He knew Mandrake held the cards and anything he did he would pay for later… But the only thing running through his mind was him trying to come up with some way to make sure MK remained safe…
There was nothing he could do from here. If Mandrake ordered it, MK would be in danger and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it, not at this size…! He was completely useless, damn it all!
In a surge of anger and desperation, he lurched forward, grabbing the Boggan King’s tunic collar violently. It was a stupid thing to do, and he knew it, but if this… This monster was using his daughter against him, he’d be damned if he just stood by and complied.
"If you so much as put a hand on her, I swear to god—!" He growled, his voice shaking in rage and angry tears welling up in his eyes against his will.