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Post by schrodinger on Nov 6, 2009 17:15:30 GMT -5
Schrodinger woke to find himself in a holding cell somwhere he glaced around adn foundhimself stuck in a pair of shorts and nothing else"well this bites he muttered in his heavy german accent as he tugged at the chains holding him his face had a frown on it as he sighed" this really bites no people to annoy and no coffee nothing fun here why does this happen to me" he said to himself as he struggled to try and get free but after a few moments he finaly gave up and just sat there and stared at the door glaring at it and hoped his glare would make it break
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Post by Pon-Pon on Nov 8, 2009 10:52:55 GMT -5
"This really bites, no people to annoy and no coffee. Nothing fun here, why does this happen to me?"
The door creaked open with a fully uniformed Leonard Zoss pacing right in, complete with the black visor cap, black trench coat, black gloves, black boots, black pants with a white outlining and a Black Knight insignia on his officer's cap. A crest resting on his shoulder showing his rank as the Ikaruga Airship Captain. His hands were resting on his back as he was accompanied by two people, two of them aides to Leonard Zoss as he looked at the prisoner with a frown. The bar of the cells separating the two as a precaution to keep him inside.
"You want coffee, ja?" Leonard politely asked in his English, looking back at the guards as he gestured for them to get the coffee. "You see, I am a polite host, and you are my guest. Heh, a pretty doomed guest. For one so stupid as you, I don't even know how you survived for so long, Herr Scrotum."
Moments later, the bar doors open as Leonard paced right inside with the cell holding doors locking behind him, with the two guards carrying a chair, a wrapping of a cloth with a bundle of tools, a tub filled with hot Turkish coffee, and a pair of scissors in Leonard's fingers. An aura of terror and fear surrounding the man as he smiled rather malevolently towards Schrodinger Seele.
"Just like I promised. Coffee." Zoss said, twirling around the pair of scissors as he orders the first guard to take out a stun baton, just in case. The collar around Schrodinger Seele (since he is a prisoner, everyone of Zoss's prisoners must wear this) begins to light up a blue.
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Post by schrodinger on Nov 8, 2009 15:00:26 GMT -5
Schrodinger looked at the tool and at zoss before locking onto the coffee and his eyes went wide"If you give me the coffee I vill behave promisehe said a weak smile on hsi face"just give me caffine and I'll be a good little prisoner and not attempt to attack visitors" he siad as he sat up a bit and he reached his hand out as far as it would go in the chains to reach the coffee he was really craving coffee adn his caffine withdrawls were hurting like heck he spotted the black knights symbol on zosses hat and he smirekd" Vill the great zero be paying me a vist at all in the near future" he asked simply a smile still on hsi face
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Post by Pon-Pon on Nov 14, 2009 18:35:28 GMT -5
"If you give me the coffee I vill behave, I promise, just give me caffeine and I'll be a good little prisoner and not attempt to attack visitors." Eyebrow raised up, mouth muscles tenses, and fingers start twitching with amusement. Quirky habits one would say.
"Is that so? Well then, that is quite delightful to know, mein jugend."
"Vill the great Zero be paying me a visit at all in the near future?"
"My my, quite presumptuous, are we now? It is not your place to ask the questions, only mine, now be a good boy and be quiet until I ask you to speak." He replied simply with a vacant monotone. It had been ages since he had a Britannian prisoner, therefore he won't let this go to waste, at least not until it is all over.
A smile perched up on the man's face as he delighted in such a weak boy in the face of unscrupulous pain. Leather gloved hand tightens it's grip around the boy's hair as he neared the tub to him the boy. The tub of caffeine, other hand motions the guard to tighten the chains. Soon enough, the hand forcefully plunges Schrodinger into a vat of freezing Turkish coffee for a few moments before pulling it out, bringing his face to look at his.
"Herr Scrotum, that is a taste of your delicious coffee, quite tasty, eh?" He chuckled heartily, "Now then, care to tell me what a schwine and disgrace to the Duestch language from Britannia such as yourself know? If you make yourself useful to me, I might let you be off with your life. Information for your life, fair exchange, nein?"
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Post by schrodinger on Nov 16, 2009 9:29:49 GMT -5
Schrodingers blinked before being dunked into a vat of cold coffee didnt make schrodinger happy when he was pulled out he was in a very sour mood and he spit at zosses face" Oi The coffee sucks I want you to know that" he said before zoss told him to talk for his life he looked at him before deciding to speak " I don't know to much I'm just a bodyguard and I was sent on a patrol in the dump of a ghetto to get some fresh air and maby keep the war going a bit longer" he said simply and truthfully but there was a slightly crazy smile on his face
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Post by kevin on Dec 3, 2009 20:14:51 GMT -5
Kevin heard there was a friend of his here today. He was actually dying to meet the guy. He walked down the hall with his regular clothing. No need in wearing a BK uniform today. It was very noticable that Kevin wasn't in a good mood. His sword was sheated on his left hip and he had a pistol on his behind. Good thing he had the first round unloaded. Now that he was in Zoss' 'squad' he also carried a .357 Magnum CIA edition. He had a the first two slots as blanks however, the third was a air shot. The rest of the slots were actually loaded.
He reached the door and kicked it open. He saw Zoss was already he and nodded. He made a motion for the man to open the door and walked in."Look who we have here"said Kevin as he saw Zoss smash the guys face into what looked like coffee. He grinned and saw Zoss take his head out of the tub of coffee. He walked a bit foward. However, he let Zoss talk first.
"Now then, care to tell me what a schwine and disgrace to the Duestch language from Britannia such as yourself know? If you make yourself useful to me, I might let you be off with your life. Information for your life, fair exchange, nein?"said Zoss. Woah! Woah! Woah! Rewind! Did he just say let him go? HELL NO!! NOT AFTER WHAT HE DID TO HIM.
"Don't forget I need to talk to him aswell. He is of course a real nice friend of mine"said Kevin as he took out is revolver."And i'll make sure all the damn metal in this damn revolcer goes into his damn head!"said Kevin. He was fired up! However, the kid interrupted.
"I don't know to much I'm just a bodyguard and I was sent on a patrol in the dump of a ghetto to get some fresh air and maby keep the war going a bit longer"said the little swine. Kevin with anger, slammed the revolver in the damn guys head."I think you mean Shinjuku Ghetto"he said as he backed off. He could see a little spot in his head grow however, he didn't care.
"Now where were we? Oh yeah I remember, spill"he said as he kicked the guy in the chest. He surely didn't like the man. And one thing for sure, he would send him back bloody and busted up. Not only that, but would drop him off in the Pendragon himself. He then stepped back again and waited for the skwert to talk.
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Post by Pon-Pon on Dec 12, 2009 19:59:14 GMT -5
"Oy, the coffee sucks. I want you to know that" How amusing that the prisoner comments about the contents of the coffee, perhaps adding in scalding hot coffee would change his mind. The spit certainly didn't help the older man's opinion on the Britannian tard, bringing up his arm to his pocket as he inserted his hand, pulling out a piece of tissue as he wiped the spit from his cheeks, tossing it to the side of the room.
"I don't know too much, I am just a bodyguard and I was sent on a patrol in the dump of a ghetto to get some fresh air and maybe keep the war going a bit longer." Ah yes, a despicable character expected from that of a typical Britannian soldier, trying to keep the war going on no matter what outcome is expected, even at the expense of civilians, hence why Leonard despises the Britannian army, they are simply repulsive violent brutes.
"Look who we have here" Said the Kevin, Leonard noting that the newest addition to his squad entered.
Leonard, deciding to leave Schrodinger to Kevin for a while, gestures for his squad to bring in a hotter vat of coffee as the subordinate officer was busy with the Brit. Sooner or later, as he looked at the time, the vat of scalding hot coffee was brought in, with Leonard pulling up a chair without a base to sit on, although there are the rims around. Gesturing for the guards to strip Schrodinger of his undergarments for application of a brutal torture he had in mind, though he felt Kevin should be the one to conduct this. The guards meanwhile slicing the side of Schrodinger's underwear as they fling it to the side.
Pulling up a piece of rope with a knotted hard end, he handed it to Kevin as he gave a slight smile.
"So, Herr Kevin, since this is your first day in my crew, would you like to torture this boy right here? Your choice on how to torture him, be it by dunking his face into the hot coffee or perhaps smashing the knotted end to how do you say it... his testicles." Leonard said in a cryptically eery yet enthusiastic German accent.
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Post by schrodinger on Dec 15, 2009 21:57:28 GMT -5
Schrodinger moved along with the pistol strike and he looked at him and the smile was gone from his face"oi hello target pratice" he said with a slight smirk before feeling as kick to the chest and he looked at him when told to spill" I just told the eye patch what I know why should I tell you target pratice the man with the eye patch is better to look at then you" he mocked him as he felt himself being un covered and he looked at zoss" our gonna let a rookie test himself why not show him how its done" he grunted before chucking a bit
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Post by kevin on Dec 16, 2009 18:29:53 GMT -5
Kevin watched as the boy could only but smirk. This made him furious. He saw the whole tub of hot boiling coffee come into the room. He grinned and thought of some very evil things. He was also handed a long rope with a knotted hard end."So, Herr Kevin, since this is your first day in my crew, would you like to torture this boy right here? Your choice on how to torture him, be it by dunking his face into the hot coffee or perhaps smashing the knotted end to how do you say it... his testicles"said Zoss.
"Believe me, I will have very fun!"he said as he looked at the rope and hot boiling coffee. He then saw the other men in the crew cut his underwear off. He saw his 'testicles' or in other words, his mans spot. This would sure be a bad day for that thing. First, he picked up a very badly taken care of steel mug. He filled it with the boiling coffee and let it pour on the guy. He would enjoy the screams and yells of pain.
Next, he picked up the rope and twirled it around. He then will all of his force hit his penis with the hard knotted end."Believe me my friend, I am so not over with you!"said Kevin. Next he walked behind the guy and smacked his back with the rope a couple of time. He did this to every part of his body. If the sun of a gun was going to get out of here, he would leave with only a breath of life."Don't worry"he said as he sat down."This can all end.."he lied,"..if you just tell us some other special detailed information. As you can see, we Black Knights, are very fond of information that could help us destroy Britannia"he said.
However, he didn't wait for him to answer. No, he couldn't let the boiling coffee turn cold. He dipped the hard knotted end of the rope into the boiling coffee and slammed the knott directly into his penis. He laughed as he was doing this. He did this for about three times and then sat back down and waited for a reply. Though he still wasn't over yet. He called one of the guys and whispered something to him and though the guy looked suprised he still went to do what he was told.
"So yeah, SPILL or I'll make you spill"he said as he lay there. It would be some time before Zoss could get his turn back to torture.
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Post by schrodinger on Dec 29, 2009 0:09:01 GMT -5
Schrodinger hissed as he felt scalding hot coffee hit his skin and he slightly glared at Kevin before he gritted his teeth when he felt two strikes hit his neitherlands one normal and one extremly hot and he let out a slight yelp on the last strike."sorry Target it was a good try but I already told eyepatch I was just doing guard duty" he said simply he was in pain but he was taking it well he was taught from a young age to handle pain very well"I'm telling the truth but if you really hate britannians then I predict you will keep harming me for the hell of it" he muttered simple
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Post by kevin on Feb 10, 2010 14:19:04 GMT -5
Kevin ignored Schrodinger and his very low rated excuses. Pathetic he thought as he looked at him. The yelp he Schrodinger made, made Kevin a little satisfied."Oh did that hurt?"said Kevin making a face mocking him turning into a snarl."Guess what, there is a lot more where that came from. Unless you spill it"said Kevin. It felt so good to be in control. To be able to whip the kid for what he did to Kevin.He made Kevin go through living hell. And Kevin would get payback however he wanted to. That meant torture till he only had a inch of life left.
The guy came back with another hot tube of coffee and a whip with thorns on it."Now what should I do? Whip you first or dump hot coffee on you?"asked Kevin not really waiting for an answer. He gave the guard another order and he took the old tub of hot coffee and dumped it on Schrodinger and followed up by soaking the rope with a hard ended not in one hand and the whip in the other. Then he quickly whipped Schrodinger with both of the whips at once on both sides of his middle body section."Want more?"asked Kevin raising the whips.
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Mar 2, 2010 23:53:32 GMT -5
Where the hell am I? Zane thought morosely. He had gone exploring again and had, also again, managed to get lost within the labyrinthine halls. His stubborn pride, however, kept him from asking any of the other Black Knights that he saw for directions. With a twitch of his eye, Zane jammed his hands into his pockets. And why is this place so confusing?![/color]
He came to an intersection. Attached to the ceiling was a sign pointing down the left hand passage with Detention Block stenciled on it. Zane shrugged and turned left. He had heard some of the other members saying something about one of the prisoners being a princess. Maybe he would drop by and pay her a visit. His sisters would flip if he ever told them that he had met one of the Royal Family in person.
All of Zane's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he heard the crack of a whip. He turned his head and examined a guard standing just to the side of one of the doors. The man looked ill. "What's going on here?" he asked in an uncertain voice.
"Interrogation, sir... I think," the guard replied in an uneven tone. Another crack sounded from the other side of the door and made the guard flinch.
Zane waved the man aside and slowly opened the door. There were three men inside: Parker, the man with the eyepatch from the store in Shinjuku, and the kid that Zane had basically kidnapped from the same store. Kevin stood in the center of the room with a pair of whips raised above his head. "This looks a few straps of leather and a ball gag away from being something that I really don't want to know about, Parker," Zane said confidently, opening the door completely and walking in. He gave the kid on the floor an apologetic glance before turning his attention back to Kevin. "It's my understanding that our organization stands for justice, equality, and fairness. Would you care to tell me how torturing an unarmed prisoner helps us in absolutely any way?" He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and waited for Kevin's answer.
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Post by schrodinger on Mar 6, 2010 23:07:43 GMT -5
Schrodinger hiss loudly as he was whips across is stomach and he felt blood flow from a gash he has on his midsection and he kept a stright face except he was glaring at Kevin with a passion, when he saw the other man the kidnapped him he glared for a moment but when he gave him a slight look of pity his glared lightened a bit but he nearly dislocated his arm when he struggled while the hot coffee got poared on him and he bared his teeth at Kevin
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Post by kevin on Apr 2, 2010 14:39:24 GMT -5
[OOC: Since, Zoss, isn't here...]
Kevin was feeling sick now. Not sick as in not feeling good but sick as in evil. He was started to think it was fun. He felt excitement from this torturing. It made him feel good. Once the coffee was poured onto the kid, Zane entered in the room."I thought this was only for interrogation officers only. Unless you are in Zoss' team as well"said Kevin as he stopped for a moment. [color=red['Zane has no right to be here. Not that I don't like him but he isn't fun'[/color]thought Kevin as he stepped back.
"This looks a few straps of leather and a ball gag away from being something that I really don't want to know about, Parker,"said Zane as he opened the door."It's my understanding that our organization stands for justice, equality, and fairness. Would you care to tell me how torturing an unarmed prisoner helps us in absolutely any way?"he followed. So, he thinks I'm being unfair is he?"My dear friend, ally, teammate, or should I dare say, fellow Black Knight, what I am doing is totally fair"[/color[said Kevin.
"What you see here is an interrogation slash a torture room for this Britannian prat. He to my knowledge knows some valuable Britannian information and not that I would ever forget in my whole life but was the one who injured me enough to send me into the hospital"said Kevin as he looked at Steele. He gave a whip lash to him and called one of the guards for another torture tool."So yeah, this is both a torture room for interrogation but a place for revenge as well"said Kevin as he waited for his next tool.[/i]
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Post by Zane Burnlight on Apr 2, 2010 22:16:56 GMT -5
"My dear friend, ally, teammate, or should I dare say, fellow Black Knight, what I am doing is totally fair." Kevin started. Zane stayed silent and waited for an explanation.
"What you see here is an interrogation slash a torture room for this Britannian prat. He to my knowledge knows some valuable Britannian information and not that I would ever forget in my whole life but was the one who injured me enough to send me into the hospital. So yeah, this is both a torture room for interrogation but a place for revenge as well"
Zane blinked in surprise. "Revenge?" He found himself continuously surprised by his own idealism. The Black Knights were at war with Britannia. By definition, war necessitated unsavory acts. Even still, torture for the sake of revenge was too low for Zane to stomach. "This is all about revenge? We're at war, Parker. Injuries are common. If it's in the cards for me to be wounded, or even killed, that's just how it goes. It's the same for everyone. Revenge won't get us anywhere."
Zane could feel himself mentally mounting the fabled Soap Box. He adopted a cold tone of voice. "War is an ugly thing, I know. But we can't let it turn us into monsters. And this?" he gestured towards the boy shackled to the wall. "This is as monstrous as it gets. I'll admit that I've seen Britannians do worse to prisoners while I was in their service, but we have to prove to the world that we are better. What will it say about the Black Knights as a whole if and when this gets out?"
Zane leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. His tone softened considerably. "Besides, the best way to get information is to be nice to the prisoner. Look at him. He's chained to a wall in his enemies' headquarters. His life is hell enough as is. Offer food, offer comfort, offer safety. Eventually, he'll see that we're better than the Brits... and then he'll sing like a canary."
Zane took his quarter out of his pocket and started flipping it. The tiny sliver disk glinted in the light as it twirled. "Now then. Let's get him checked out by a medic and moved to more comfortable quarters, shall we?" He smiled and kept flipping the coin.
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