IC: Meeting Dietrich (Warnings: Torture)

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Near the barrier at the edge of the woods, a certain archangel of fire is sitting in a tree. Looking down below, he waits for a certain ad poster to arrive so that the show can begin.*

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[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ WALKIN' OUT TO MEET SOMEONE DELICIOUS well, or so he hopes. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Peering down at... Yup, that's the one. Just watches for a moment.*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ looking around, man did I get stood up . . . :|a. . . ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Hops out of the tree, once he's sure*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ WELL, that's . . . different. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Hello.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

Hi.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Smiles and holds out a hand for a shake...

But flattens his palm and suddenly sends a huge blast of fire directly at Dietrich's abdomen. The force is probably enough to send him flying back into a tree. Also, fire.*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ OH. BALLS. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Sends another blast of fire at before hopping out of view. Maybe all that fire will help distract from the pain when he sneaks up behind with his sword to take those hands off your hands, lol~*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ WELL he was screaming from being on fire but once you introduce the sword to the party he just. Goes quiet and his expression blanks out. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Still there? Hello~? You know, I can keep you alive as long as I want and this can be Hell on Earth...or...there is a second option.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ it takes a while, but eventually he focuses on Michael again. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

So? What'll it be? Hurry up or I'll come up with a worse third option. Three....two....

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ THE LIGHTS ARE ON BUT NO ONE IS HOME. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*pointing the tip of his sword at Dietrich's eye*

One and a half...

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . .












Wha. . . what?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Make the choice. I can either torture you until you wish you were dead and then keep going, never letting you die orrrrrrrrrrr~ there's a special second option. I don't usually make deals, so it must be your lucky day.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ YOU CAN PROBABLY SEE THE COGS SLOWLY TURNING. VERY SLOWLY. ]

. . . what's . . . the deal. . .?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

It's pretty simple, really. I want you to torture yourself. Starting with gouging out your own eyes and eating them, both of them.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ I'M SORRY THAT ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN, his expression blanks out again. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Not even going to answer? And after I was so nice too? How rude.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ no answering for dicktricks. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Moving the tip of the sword lazily back and forth in front of Dietrich's face...*

You should really pay attention when someone speaks to you. Listen up!

*...before slicing an ear off*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ he jerks, almost a full second too late. But he's fully checked out. ]