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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:53 pm
A solid stone room with a a single chair in the center. There are two doors on opposite walls. One, the entrance, the other, storage for whatever devices the Estate has deemed usable in their interrogation methods.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:26 am
Rorcinka was starting to feel his old hatred of the raven-haired man boil anew. The grin he was given to accompany that accursed nickname struck a nerve and the leader found himself glaring at his captive. Once Hanu had entered the room as well, the tiger placed his hand on the wall next to the door and the stone lit up briefly before the reinforced door slammed shut and locked from the outside. The only way out was for accepted energies to be channeled into the door to trigger the locking mechanism. That way, even if a general was over-powered, no one could escape. Ro watched as Kassadin began strapping himself to the chair; first his ankles and then his left wrist before placing his last remaining limb against the arm of the chair to wait. He knew the routine. Ro stepped forward to complete the man's binding before moving on to the storage room.
A few clanks of metal sounded from the dim closet but when Rorcinka reemerged, he carried nothing with him though was sliding on a pair of rubber-insulated gloves. Kassadin let out a chuckle at the sight. "Gotta keep yer manicure safe, eh cappy?" Before the demon could issue a proper laugh at the general's expense, Ro's hand shot out across Kass' face. The white ointment that had been smeared across his cuts cracked and bled fresh beneath his right eye. The lycan's lips pressed into a thin smile but his shoulders shook with a silent giggle as his downward turned gaze angled back up at his old captain. "Heh, careful cappy, or I might think you like me. Caressin' me like that 'n' all."
 It was true, at least, that the jab hadn't hurt. While Kassadin's gaze was intense, the violet orbs were also rather vacant thanks to the medley of pills he'd pumped into his body. The man hardly felt anything anymore, not the sting of the wounds on his face nor the contusions covering his body, so he just smiled. Many at the Estate considered Kassadin unbreakable but Ro was determined, one day, to have the piece of scum kneel willingly before him. He doubted that day would be today, but soon, maybe. He could already tell Kassadin's edge had been worn away, he just wished he knew what by.
The tiger moved and leaned against the wall a few feet away from Kassadin and folded his arms over his chest as the two locked eyes. Ro's sadistic smirk met the lycan's defiant one as they both contemplated how best to rile up the other. What was really only a few seconds seemed like hours before Ro pushed off the wall with his first act in mind. Kass briefly turned to Hanu in the corner. "Careful now, newbie, this is what happens to rebels." Rorcinka almost changed his plan of action in thanks to the lycan for saving him the trouble of explaining the exercise but no, the lesson must go on. As the general bared down on the captive, Kass straightened in his seat which made the piercings along his spine rattle. Ro reached out and slipped his index finger through three of the sequential hoops embedded in the lycans forearm. "Aw c'mon, man, not the bli-." Before he could finish his sentence, Ro yanked back and pulled the rings with him. The thin veils of skin that had held the piercings in place ripped and offered a few small droplets of blood. "b*****d, those were my favorites." Kass scowled mockingly but didn't even flinch at the sting of the hoops' removal.
But that was only the start. As the lycan pouted, Ro took a step back so he could bring his leg up and slam his foot into the demon's stomach. With the chair bolted firmly to the ground, the only place for Kass' ribs to go was in on themselves and three snapped near clean through. The sky demon's eyes grew wide as a cough gasped from his throat. He slumped forward in his restraints as he tried to heavy air back into his lungs, but when he did, he could only laugh, as much as it pained him to. "L..Losing your touch there c-cappy. You're supposed to work up to breaking my bones, not start off with it." Gripping the ends of the armrests firmly, Kass righted himself and flipped his head back to move the hair from his eyes. His brain was registering the lack of oxygen now, but still not the cataclysmic damage to his body.
Ro moved to the demon's side now and pulled a knife from his back pocket. He effortlessly flicked open the blade and put the tip to Kass' right bicep with a devlish look in his eye. Kassadin had no fear of knives, though, so in terms of intimidation, his captor was lacking. The lycan looked again to the recruit dully, inhaling another breath to speak. "And this is the process of wearing down an enemy or subordinate who is being unruly. Or that you think is cute." His smirk didn't faltered as the blade bit into his skin. The cut was shallow compared to most of the wounds he usually had inflicted. A series of four incisions were made creating a diamond around a set of three piercings. Kass hadn't been paying much attention, only really half coherent anyway thanks to his medicinal cocktail, but happened to look down at the gently bleeding shape.
The lycan began to curse as Rorcinka edged his sharpened nails around the top point of the diamond. A couple picking motions had the skin coming up a bit and that's when Kass made his first attempt to recoil. It didn't help though, and Ro seized around the nub and pulled, ripping the sheet of skin off along with the embedded piercings. "F***!" It was obvious Kass was trying to curl up on himself to try and protect his extremities and this brought a real grin of malice to Rorcinka's face. The tiger held up the strip and jostled it a few times, making the rings jingle. Kass wrinkled his nose as he fought off the inklings of sensation. That one hurt and the demon realized his tormentor was picking up right where they'd left off, not starting over. Stripping skin was the last technique Ro had used on him years ago but it had ultimately just made him pass out, not submit.
Rorcinka looked up to Hanu and slowly raised his hand bearing the knife. With a slight jerk of his head, he made it clear it was the recruit's turn to try. Kass grit his teeth but quickly brought back his cocky smirk as he glanced ove, trying to relax back in the chair. "It's ok, Lucky Seven. I won't hold it against ya."
*The term came to me and I found it hilarious... it just doesn't work with the feel of the post, lol.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:50 am
 ♓αηü S♄üsaki
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The fire bender followed, spare hand running through his hair as he glanced about the buildings that they passed. Eventually entering the room he heard the large door snap shut with an echoing slam behind him, and ruby orbs widened. A trap? An ambush perhaps? Either way he was now in a situation; on unknown territory with unknown enemies. That was how he saw most things in the world.
Another problem being the room, once his sharp eyes had flitted about, taking it in; he realized that he he ha to fight, the confined space would play against his longer range blades and general style. It didn't look good.
Hanu's expression went from suspicious to horrified as he witnessed the 'play' that the team captain brought down upon the bound victim. It wasn't a fair fight, or a fight at all for that matter, just torture! Why was he witnessing this?! What on earth had the man done wrong!?
He fought hard to keep down the bile, one hand covering his mouth as the teen visibly paled; now backed up against the wall. He wanted to be as far away from the two as possible.
Seeing the knife offered to him, had the teen send the owner holding it, a sceptical look. Hanu's expression was screwed up, it was his first time seeing anything like this before, and he didn't see the point!? The man hadn't done anything wrong.. right? And even if he had, Hanu had no issues with him. The thought of doing another's bidding was also eating away at the rebellious teen. If the man with the long silvery hair here, was in charge, not doing what he said almost seemed second nature to the feisty fire bender.
"I don't know what is considered the norm here... but.." He withdrew his sword as they spoke, despite knowing his chances here were slim.
"... But I see no need to carve someone like a ******** turkey; you sadistic ******** style="color: darkred">
I wouldn't have been so bad... apart from the fact he had no control over his tongue what so ever. He could feel anger and adrenaline racing through him, both hands clasped round one sword drawn, the other blade still at it's side, as the metal slowly began to glow, he wasn't meaning to channel energy through it, but he was riled up from having been made watch that. His glare directed at the team captain, the tip of his sword facing him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:50 pm
Kassadin's concern was also deeply rooted. There was a reason he called the recruit 'Lucky Seven'... there had been six before him that had been newbies in their own time but hadn't made it out of the Estate alive. Ro was brutal and there was no fighting him. The demon had seen his fair share of friends and fellow trainees try to defy the tiger's aggressive regimen only to be turned into a midday snack. After a while, Kass stopped bothering to learn the names of new recruits and just gave them numbers. It hurt less that way, but he still hoped each time they'd make it out like he eventually did.
The general turned his gaze back to Hanu with a low growl in his throat. "You seem keen on using your own blade. Be my guest then." Rorcinka stepped back and to the wall where he leaned to wait, pocketing his knife once more. He could see the tint begin to rise on the sword pointed at him and was curious how a heated blade would alter this particular act of disfigurement. Ro jingled the strip of skin in his hand against as if to tell Hanu to hurry up. If nothing else, he'd have to try it himself some time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 1:14 pm
♓αηü S♄üsaki
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Eyes shifting back and forth between the torturer and the torturee, were they serious, that this was the norm? No wonder the village had chased him here. Was it there chance to expel the 'demon' that he'd been labelled, into hell. Becuase right now he felt as if he was there. It was insanity. But getting angry didn't help, it just sent waves of heat down the blade.
Speaking of which the male strapped to the chair had made such a comment... Kill or be killed? So this was his fate if he was not to conform.
Aahh... Now here is where the little fire-bender separated from normal others. Those who'd grown up around love, would refuse, try to find another way. However Hanu grew up like a dog. And was not willing to go back to be the punching bag.
He pursed his pale peach lips together, drawing a thing line as he looked to his own blade. The teen had made it worse for himself and the lycan; as the captain's smaller blade now gone, the only thing left was the weapon now furiously hot, in his own hands. It was close to igniting but not yet there. Which meant that it wouldn't burn as such, more like melt skin..
The lycan was never going to befriend him now.. Not that Hanu cared for such things; he'd never had friends nor seen the need for them; despite his bouts of justice earlier, he grimaced with a nod.
He stepped closer, ruby eyes almost glazed over as he tried to detach himself from the task at hand; not wanting any connection with it, nor the victim in the chair.
Bringing the blade own to the designated spot over the lycan's bare arm; he skimmed the blade. And at t's temperature it was all that would be need to do, as it slid over skin, the lightweight weapon and contact with the skin let out a hissing sound, burnt cut marks literally melting off.
He trailed it as a strip half the length of his arm, thin in diameter by only a centre-meter as there was a red welt, burn marks either side of the strip and thin flow of blood trickling down the arm.
Retracting the blade to it's hilt, he remained still, head tilted a little down; before he shot a glare at Rorcinka. Those ruby eyes held that violent temper of his, burning bright in the form of hatred toward the man who was enforcing this."There.. Have I sated your hideous thirsts for now?" He made sure to word as repulsively as possible, the slender teen, stepping back.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 2:20 pm
When Kass sucked in a breath when it was over, Ro nodded his approval to the recruit. "Yes, for now." He made a shooing motion to send Hanu back to the corner and as soon as the gleaming sword was a safe distance away, Rorcinka brought another kick around into Kass' chin. The lycan was able to get out a single word of profanity before his world went dark.
Ro placed his hand against the wall and just like with the door, the stone seemed to glow and from the ceiling dropped a pair of cuffs attached somewhere out of sight. The tiger affixed these to Kassadin's wrists before releasing the leather straps. He pulled his knife again and just like before, made several diamond patterns in a ring around the lycan's upper arm and peeled away the sectioned flesh to leave a harlequin-esque pattern. Another touch to the wall started the chains to the wolf's wrists retracting. This pulled the man out of the chair and dangled him like a puppet. Now, Ro disappeared into the sotrage room and came back with two thin, long rods with points on both ends and four leather straps. He propped these on the chair as he removed Kass' pants to leave him clad only in a pair of silk boxers. Making sure his legs were straight, he bound a sharp rod behind each of Kassadin's knees, one strap around each thigh and each calf to hold it in place.
The third touch to the wall produced 4 chains and cuffs from the floor under the chair, 2 like the ones from the ceiling after that pair was secured the restraints from the chair were removed and the seat itself seemed to melt into the floor. Ro loved that the room was full of all kinds of secrets. The other two clasps were decisively smaller, and as Kass was ratcheted higher, these were placed around the second toe on each foot. Once all 6 chains were taunt, the last tap to the wall emitted slender spikes beneath Kassadin's heels. Through out the whole process, Rorcinka seemed rather pleased with himself, but stoic all the same. He was obviously delighted at the prospect of putting Kassadin through so much pain, but he was trying his hardest not to let it show.
As a last act, Ro retrieve a small vial from the closet and held it up to Kass' nose, waking the lycan with the foul pungent odor. Kassadin blinked trying to remove the stars from his eyes but his head was pounding and blackness still dominated his vision. The one thing he could make out was his tormentor and he could feel his new position. The wolf still managed to spit out a quip. "What... still can't find a woman that can stand to ******** you? Still gotta tie up men?" The man's chuckled received a low growl from the tiger but nothing more. "Now, I'm going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. You'll notice you're practically standing on spikes and your feet are bound so you can't alter their horizontal location but you're not quite being pricked. In a moment, I'm going to create some slack above you so if you don't pick up your own weight on those battered arms of yours, those spikes will impale your feet. If you try to relax and just bend your legs, the rods on your legs with skewer both your things and calves... I wonder how long you can hang there before you pass out and drop yourself anyway?" Ro sneered before making his way for the door. As he placed his hand to release the lock, the sound of gears in the ceiling also churned and Kassadin quickly reached out and wrapped his hands around the chains and hefted himself as best he could before the additional length was added.
Ro spared Hanu a glance, one of malicious contentment, and the portal swung open. "Holler if he decides he wants to cooperate." And with that, the general disappeared and locked the exit behind him.
Kass looked to the likely stunned and horrified recruit. With each flex of his muscles, blood was pumped out of the needle-like holes where his skin had been on both arms and stretched like he was, one of his dismembered ribs could be seen poking from the underside of his stomach. He grunted as he shifted his weight between arms. "Well... this is a right mess, eh Seven?" He laughed, but who knew how much longer his medication was going to last...
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:01 am
._._._._._._._.♓αηü S♄üsaki._._._._._._._.
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The fire bender watched, in some form of horror and repulsion as the larger male strapped the unconscious body in to his new holdings. Why on earth was he doing this?! He'd tried to pretend to not see that gleam in those steely eyes; that held mirth and a level of enjoyment. Hanu also tried to block out the clearly pleased look from the man, that he'd been briefly given as he himself had caused the burn on the victim. 'Shooed' back to where he was standing before, he didn't look away, of course he was horrified by the treatment, but Hanu found it more pitiful to look away, looking away would show weakness, andd that wasn't what the boy was about.
Hanu understood now, why people in the village kept their heads down. He'd heard of these mansions, ones like an army camp, but they trained you to become the foulest of hellish fighters; one was a poisoned brothel, known for it's promiscuous activities and lasciviousness. The third was the circus camp, which was basically so shut off, it was merely known for it to be, the owner of the establishment Allistair's private collection of misfits and unique individuals. He had almost ended up there, the town council had threatened him before. Any more trouble and he would be sent as a fire tamer to the circus mansion; but no, thanks to the pain he'd accidentally brought upon others, he'd wound up here.. And knew now why the beautiful members of the public, along with any talented child, or strong soldier, were kept hidden away.
The male grit his teeth at the comment made by the man, now conscious once more.. Surely he wasn't going to... And his thoughts were answered as the tall silver haired man did not act upon such things; Hanu felt like snorting; he'd put up one hell of a fight if someone tried to dominate him..
Despite his small stature, Hanu's pride was dangerously high, and even though compared to experienced fighters here, he'd lose; it was a will battle the boy himself would never wish to yield to.
He sank down against the edge of the wall with a heavy sight, ruby eyes fixed on the tortured soul opposite. "I take it I'm not allowed to touch or aid you in any way shape or form.." His temper simmered, but unlike most who would try to help, Hanu felt no sympathy or empathy. Sure he hadn't wanted to cause damage himself as such, but he saw no need to intervene in business which was not his. It was unusual for a human being to not be compassionate. But he merely didn't wish to dirty his hand's in another's matter. This was probably why the captain had seemed to given him some lee way with swearing before.
"I am.. mildly curious... As to what it is you have done to receive such treatment.." A frown on the boy's face at the thought of ever having to deal with this himself, as his eyes skimmed the multiple wounds on the male.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:25 am
Kass tensed his left arm to give his more injured right a bit of a reprieve when the recruit spoke. It's true, it was probably in the boy's best interests not to aid the sky demon but by no means was he prohibited from doing so. The lycan blew his bangs from his face as he looked up and around at his predicament. "What you do with your time in here with me is, nn, strictly up to you. Mr fancy pants didn't command you otherwise so, well, loophole-age, Lucky Seven." He grinned as he tested the strength of the chains at his ankles. Rorcinka knew what he was doing, at lease, as with every bend of his knees, Kass felt the p***k of the rods on his legs. The wolf hummed to himself in contemplation as he shifted back to his right arm again. The spikes at his feet were starting to tickle.
Hanu's next question brought a fresh smile to the captive's face. What hadn't he done to make Ro think he deserved this? His very first day here had him in solitary confinement for falling asleep while standing at attention. Later that same week he was disciplined for brawling and again a few days after. He took commands about like a rock does, as in, he didn't. Orders to run his laps usually received a yawn and a rude hand gesture. It was just Kassadin's way, and no matter how many times the generals proved their superiority the demon would not submit. The memories of his defiance gave him strength but none of his vanilla insubordination was the cause of Rorcinka's particular rough treatment of him.
After a few short months being at the Estate, Kryos had ordered the demon to be held in the central wing for interrogation and torture until compliance was had. This was the generals' domain, but not all the leaders were as cruel as Ro. No, the tiger lord was a special case who enjoyed the suffering of others and delighted in seeing the spark disappear from his captives' eyes. Some of the generals tried just talking to Kassadin, others smacked him around a little, but Ro liked the finer points of torture; tying him with his arms twisted behind himself so that his shoulders slowly pull themselves apart, or restricting his airflow until almost the point of suffocation. The disfigurement didn't start until after the tiger had a particular bad day. It was no secret Rorcinka favored women, but there was a distinct lack of those around the fort so he had to make due with what individuals he could force into submission. Who better than the generals plaything?
Kassadin laughed as his grip began to wane on the chains in his hands. "What did I do to deserve this? I bit that b*****d's ********' c**k, that's what." He winked at Hanu before looking down to his feet. He was starting to come up with a plan that would let him relax a bit and hold out against that d**k of a tiger. The lycan glanced over at the recruit again. "You might want to toss those swords away from ya, Seven, and anything else metal for that matter." To punctuate his statement, there was a sudden loud crackling sound and a spark flew from the cuff around his wrist. From that point, the air began to grow thicker and electricity arced between Kassadin's body and his various restraints. "Here goes nothin'." The statement was more a whisper to himself than an indicator to Hanu that something was about to happen, but upon uttering it, Kass let the chains slip through his hands. In a split second, the spikes from the floor cut clean into both the lycan's feet and stopped when they hit the bones in his heels. In the same instant, the electricity jolted through the spikes and seared the torn flesh they were embedded in.
Kass wouldn't admit it, but after that one he was feeling a bit woozy. As he balanced as best he could, he savored the reprieve for his abused wrists. At least he felt better in that regard. He hadn't realized how tightly he'd been clenching his jaw either until he tried to relax it and reassure his cell mate. Looking to Hanu though, he could barely suppress a chuckle. "Ha... sorry about your hair, Seven." Kass was sure he didn't exactly look stunning either... static did horrible things to pretty people.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:08 am
._._._._._._._.♓αηü S♄üsaki._._._._._._._.
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Feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing, he grit his teeth. Trust Hanu to take a simple misunderstanding and see it as an insult. He felt 'dumb', classically, for having not aided the lycan quicker. Sure it wasn't in his nature to help others, but he didn't particularly wish to witness one suffer to such an extreme. And he'd sat there having expected to have helped, and not dong so. It was embarrassing for him yes.
His scowl deepened at the crude comment that left the other.. Obviously not for it's common tongue, as he himself, had already told the Captain to ******** off; but more because of it's context. Why on earth had this male been near enough the other's.. privates, to have to bite them? Hanu was pretty sure he would have done the same, if in such a predicament; but for the first time his stubbornness was hesitant.. Would he end up like this for doing such a thing? .. 'Fine... not to self.. Don't allow them to get close enough so I'd have to bite..' He mentally resolved the issue, by convincing himself that a) No one would wish to put their rather delicate privates near his face, and b) He wouldn't let them get that close.
He stood up to ad the other as he seemed to be testing the strength of his bindings, but was told to take off his swords. About to question the other, he saw the sharp sparks leaping out from the man's skin and was all but slow to remove his metal swords and back away. He kept them on the floor beside him, until the other was finished; and noted the static state of his own hair, running a hand through the fine silken auburn locks to try and settle them down. He was hasty to reattach his sword sheaths, not willing to part with the blades just yet.
"... Here..." He'd moved closer and very carefully selected a part of the other male's anatomy that wasn't out of place, tore up or skinned, to support the other's weight. Grimacing as he pulled him up off of the spikes, knowing that he couldn't stay standing on them, Hanu helped him to the floor, only to take off one of his wrist bandages. He often got his hands burn't so pre-wrapping them was out of habit now. And tended to the other's feet. He paused mid wrap, and gave the other a glare.
"This doesn't mean I like you, or want to help you. Or anything of the sort." He announced quickly, before moving away from the other, unsure of what to do, and clearly feeling awkward having been close to him at all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:22 pm
Well I didn't say you should help me. Kassadin thought to himself as his weight was taken off the spikes and propped on the newbie's shoulder. The kindness brought a tinge of happiness to the lycan's face, but it made his heart sink. Rorcinka would crush this kid. He glanced down and caught Hanu's glare up at him and laughed. "Oh, no worries, Seven, I don't exactly like you either." The boy's awkward stand-off-ish-ness was rather funny to the demon. It seemed like the boy certainly had a strong code of ethics but he hated people all the same. As the cloth was wrapped around his feet, he pulled a bit on the chains over his head to take some of the burden off Hanu as he worked.
"You could just unlatch me and we could break out of here, ya know. Or would that send me the wrong message?" Kass grinned, trying to incite the boy but to also mask the first real stab of pain from his abused ribs. His medication were starting to wear off rapidly and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep up his cocky optimism. Another hour or so at best. The lycan bit his lower lip and looked down at his discarded pants. He had a few pills stashed in the knee pocket that he might be able to get the newbie to give him. "Hm... if it's not to much to ask of you, can you grab a couple of the tabs in the pocket on the right knee of my pants down there?" Based on the boy's actions up until now, Kass wasn't sure if the recruit would actually give them to him. There was a chance he'd pull them out and realize what they were and toss them away rather than letting the demon get his fix. Then again, maybe the boy was oblivious enough to not know what the little blue pills were. Kass would have crossed his fingers if he could.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:14 pm
._._._._._._._.♓αηü S♄üsaki._._._._._._._.
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Making a scoffing sound at the other, he kept his glare up with a small inaudible murmur below his breath. He had thought of getting the man unattached from the iron bars.. But he was practically bolted into them; on top of this, Hanu only had his fire, and somehow melting metal restraints onto the other, seemed even crueller, as it was make the electricity controlling lycan, go through excruciating pain; enough to give Hanu a brief shiver at such a thought.
But defensive as always he took the unanswered suggestion as an insult. "W-well how the hell am I supposed to do that?! I'd make things ******** worse! Unless you have any suggestions." He snapped out, admittedly, going a little over the top with melodramatics, but he felt they were justified.
He frowned at the idea of 'we' breaking out. And decided to make the lines clear. "If I get you out of those latches, feel free to leave, but I'll be staying here. Leave if you wish, I won't stay in this room, but don't intend to go gallivanting off after you. "
Doing as requested, the fire bender hunted through the man's pocket, before finding and pulling out said blue pills; which now sat in the palm of his left hand, as ruby orbs scrutinized them curiously.
He gave the medication in his hand a sceptical look, but not being a pharmacist shrugged and nodded.
"Who am I to deny you pain killers." There was ignoring a suffering person, then deliberately making them suffer more. Hanu wasn't sure which one he'd fall into, of the two categories if he didn't give the other male the medication; but held it to the guy for him to take; guessing with the lack of bottled water around, he would have to just chew them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:00 am
Kassadin got another chuckle as the recruit's nerves got the better of him. His rushed answer to his first question showed his age and lack or formal training. The kid had some power to him though and that was something the lycan could use... eventually. Hanu's next proclamation earned an understanding nod. "I gotcha. You'd probably slow me down anyway, ya know?" So even in chains, Kassadin was a jerk. The demon hefted himself a bit more when his support disappeared to retrieve the blue tabs from his pocket. "I take it back, you're a life saver, mate." He dropped his jaw to receive the two pills and moved them to the back of his mouth with his tongue and swallowed. The next hour would be trying to get the feeling of having them stuck at the back of his throat to go away, but that was a small price for the relief it would bring.
As Kass was settling back again for the long haul, there was a sudden churning of gears and the entrance swung open. A young boy, perhaps no more than 8, peeked inside at the two occupants and smiled broadly. "Master Rorcinka wanted me to tell you that you could go now. It's dinner time." Kass' eyes lit up. "Sweet, food!" The boy angled his gaze up at the lycan and giggled. "Not for you, silly. Just that one." He pointed at Hanu and then quickly dropped his arm again. Despite the sounds of dismay that came from the demon, his real sorrow was for the tiny boy. For the child to be completely unaffected by the sight and smell of gore was saddening. He shrugged it off though and made like he was trying to kick Hanu. "Well, off you go then."
Looked like he was going to be back to solitary confinement. At least after supper, Rorcinka would probably be back to keep him company. It was always fun to tease that tiger.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:37 am
._._._._._._._.♓αηü S♄üsaki._._._._._._._.
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Hanu rolled his eyes at the answer, even if this man was physically stronger or faster than him, and the current point in time, the fire bender was pretty damn sure that he'd be having to carry the lycan anywhere for the male to move.
The sudden sound of the door opening had Hanu turn fast, making sure that as he let go of Kassadin, the other was supported enough to still stand. He frowned seeing such a young child in such a place; why was he here? What possible use could someone so small be.. Hanu himself wasn't exactly tall, but he was definitely not a young child.
At the announcement his bright amber gaze shifted back to the lycan, who made a comment, but he himself, checked he had his swords and headed towards the exit. As cruel as it was to leave someone there tied like that, there was little he could do; thanks to the type of restraints used.
"I'm guessing the sadist wishes to speak with me..?" He muttered under his breath as he left for the dining hall.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 10:53 am
Kassadin smirked when he was finally alone. With the boy out of the way, he could finally increase his electrical output and shatter his restraints. The small show of power he'd displayed before, cauterizing his feet, was child's play compared to what the man could really do. Slowly, the lycan closed his eyes in concentration and the volts in the room increased. Arcs of electricity twisted around the chains and Kass' face began to tense with the strain of keeping up the current but the force didn't ebb. After a few intense moments, the metal comprising the chains shattered into thousands of pieces along with the rods behind his legs. Kassadin dropped to the ground, narrowly missing the spikes and rolled flat onto his back. Immediately, his muscles ached and screamed at their abuse but the man only laughed at the pain.
But that was 7 days ago -
Now, the proud demon sat in the corner farthest from the door, knees bent, arms folded over his chest, and head bowed. No one had come back for him and as far as he cared, that was fine. The problem was he'd run out of meds four days ago. Every nerve in his body felt like it had a red-hot needle being jabbed into it repeatedly and it was all Kassadin could do to keep still and not excite the sensation. He used to go sober for a couple hours at a time back at the circus just before a show. He needed a level, unclouded head to perform the intricate displays Adrian had required so he would cut off his pills the night before. Right after the performance he would smoke up though, to get a jump-start on regaining his high, but he couldn't do that now. He would have settled for the tab-dust out of his pocket if it would stop the prickling of just his hair touching his face. A few days prior, he'd actually taken his hair down and as each tendril settled more against his ears he wanted to cry.
Softly at first, there was an electronic crackle, but it didn't come from the sky demon. Kassadin was content to ignore it in favor of keeping still but something caught his eye so he grit his teeth as he lifted his head to look at the far wall where a picture was flickering to life. The image was blurry at first but soon focused into a crisp display. A bedroom, guest chambers if he remembered correctly, but it was empty. Keeping his gaze fixed, he noticed a door open at the bottom of the screen and the back of a distinct blonde man was now in view. "Thrice?" He squinted, sure his eyes were playing tricks on him, but from the stab he felt when he spoke there was no way he was hallucinating. That realization made the weakened demon's heart flutter and the surge of endorphins managed to stem the pain enough for Kass to move onto his knees and scoot toward the picture.
Closer now, Kass could make out the pained expression on his canary's face and it instantly increased his worry ten-fold. He was about to reach out and try to caress the wall where his love was displayed upon the bed when the guestroom door opened again. He recoiled as if his hand were in the way but he chuckled at the thought right after for being so silly. Scrutinizing the new comer, it only took a few moments before he realized the uniformed man was the third member of their menage a trois. Kassadin breathed a sigh of relief knowing the prince was there to take care of their most precious doll. Seeing Aleksander sit on the bed with Thrice brought a new sense of calm since obviously the pair on the screen would come get him now that they could figure out he was missing.
The demon sat back on his feet as he watched the display lovingly. There was a click somewhere in the cell though, and the picture was granted a soundtrack. "I want to show you how I really feel and love you the way you deserve to be loved." Kassadin's brow creased. What was Aleks saying? How he really felt? He watched with a blank stare as Aleks moved in a placed a kiss upon his canary. "What?..." He watched flabbergasted as their lips met again and again. What were they doing!? Thrice belonged to him! He could feel his rage increasing and his expression slowly turned to one of horror as Aleks stood and Thrice meticulously stripped away every protective piece of clothing from the prince's body before discarding his own garments. "Stop it!" Kassadin threw his fist at the wall over Aleksander's face. "Get off my canary! You traitor! He's mine!" He tried to maim the prince again to no avail. "Thrice, throw him off! Why are you -" Kassadin's pleas were cut off by the fortune teller's voice. "Oh, Aleksander..." Kassadin's jaw went slack and he fell off his perch on his feet, His insides churned as he felt his heart plummet. "I..."
Panic took hold and Kassadin started scrambling away until his back met the long shafts of the spikes he'd hovered above previously and were still crusted with his blood. He was going crazy. His hands reached up and started to pull at his hair and he wanted desperately to close his eyes, to block out the sounds of the pair before him moaning in unison, but his body wasn't cooperating. His gaze remained locked on the rocking bodies in disbelief and try as he might to cover his ears the sounds of pleasure pierced whatever barriers he tried. He screamed at the picture, hoping he might drown out the noise with his own voice but with each cry, the volume simply increased. The device was mocking him. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, nothing could stop the onslaught of heartache. No matter how sad he felt, though, no tears fell. Dehydration had left him void of that capability as the minutes streamed by.
"Thrice, stop... please stop..." Kassadin had yelled himself hoarse and now his whispered wishes were punctuated by cracks in his voice. "Please... It hurts..." Despite his efforts, the noises increased in frequency as the blonde straddled the prince on the edge of the bed. He couldn't turn away from the golden hair as it tousled in the air, at least, not until the cries of passion reached their peak and then slowly faded. As he witnessed the his partners' release, the heels of his hands finally found their way over his eyes where his fingers tangled in his bangs and he pressed until he saw stars. The darkness behind his eyelids only brought back flashes of the incident he'd just been privy to. He shuddered. His doll had submit to his best friend and his best friend took advantage of his lover.
Wallowing in his pain and grief, Kassadin barely registered the opening of the door and the clicking off of the display. It was the same child from before, with the same cheeky smirk and sing-song voice. "Your presence is required in Lord Kryos' personal dining chamber for supper."
[[Dun dun dun!]]
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