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]

[ 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. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

It's no fun if you're not "here". You really shouldn't ruin this for me.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ SORRY :( ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Tch, how weak... Oh well, we can still have fun. I'll think of something to get your attention.

*tugs a smaller knife out of his boot and settles for cutting off the eyelids* And I'm claiming my prize either way.

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ SOMEHOW IT BECOMES POSSIBLE TO GIVE A STRANGLED SCREAM AND PASS OUT AT THE SAME TIME. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

No worries. A weakling like you saves for sure. *And angling the tip of the blade in, just under the right eyeball, before working the eye out of its socket with the knife*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ HE DEFINITELY SAVES. ALL THE TIME. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Pocketing that one before going for the left eye too~ So greedy~*

[cognitagonist.livejournal.com]

[ NO RESPONSE, I AM SOOOOOO GONE. ]