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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:19 am
It wouldn't be too long before people suspected that General Buddingtonite was in this for the fun, and though they were probably right, that did not make him take this whole occasional any less serious than the others. He simply had a method that he was content with, and so long as it produced results, should they have even mattered to the rest?
Gain their attention. Make them look. Be rewarded.
Sound advice, which wasn't something he often received, so he dared not question it. Maybe they were in good spirits today? How could they not be in such good spirits, he wondered, as he was given his next assignment. One named Sailor Penthesilea, fiesty, Cajun accent spewing fireball with the most interesting tattoos on her body. Glowing tattoos. Like Ganymede.
"So, what is your connection with Ganymede, I wonder..." Buddingtonite said, not even bothering with the door and teleporting in. When one had that ability, doors and walking were meaningless, and besides, there were a few things more startling than someone suddenly appearing before you. In this case, he had teleported behind a large spinning wheel, with his victim on the other side, and he took full advantage of this angle to stiffen the sudden need to laugh at himself, as he slowly moved around it. He glanced at the senshi strapped to its front, and couldn't fight down the amused grin from spreading onto his face. "Oh, yours are more... flashy then hers, though. Brighter, and downright painful to look at. Does it hurt? Do I need to send for a doctor?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 4:16 pm
Penthesilea had been doing pretty well so far, she thought, until the angry Lieutenant had shown up and started slashing, and slashing, and slashing. And then he had figured out how to work her sash, and now there were red, raw scars under the glow of her markings.
And still when she heard someone's voice behind her wheel, she jerked her head up and let out a defiant growl.
"Beck moi tchew, feet pue tan," she snapped, her voice as sharp as she could make it. They would not break her. They could try, and try, and try, but she would not let them win. No matter what happened. "I don't know nobody named Ganymede, an' no, they don't hurt one damned bit. I hope they burn your eyes out, though, you arrogant piece'a trash."
Arrogant didn't seem that far a shot, when he practically exuded it with that little amused grin at her expense.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:05 pm
Buddingtonite had no idea exactly who else had taken to questioning their captive or what information was discussed, as he simply assumed that for the former it wasn't important WHO had already questioned who, and for the latter, they would have a big meeting to make such discussions and he'd worry about it there. Once he was close enough, he got a good look at her body and found himself whistling, tapping his chin as he exlaimed. "Hm, someone certainly did a number on you already. Not sure where their butchery began and where those rash-looking tattoos end!"
Looks like someone dug into her skin and inserted glow sticks.
He snickered. An interesting thought, then he could snap her back and twirl her around over his head to the rhythm of a heavy beat. He wouldn't be able to drop the beat, but he'd at least drop the senshi- head first, with much force.
He paused from his thoughts and forced his attention back to Penthesilea as she muttered a odd but vaguely familiar phrase to him. His mind rattled and shook, the wheels turning, trying to remember where he had heard such a thing, and it dawned on him. "Why I know that assorted butchery of the French language from anywhere! Not that I know what the hell you just said, but I can assume that by the tone of your ragin' cajun voice that it wasn't something nice."
She rambled on about not knowing Ganymede and he didn't believe it for a second. For someone who was pinned and sliced prior to his arrival, there was entirely too much fight in this one, and he racked his brain to think of a good way to fix that. He laughed at her insult, then grabbed the wheel she was strapped to and reeled it back, before giving it a spin, putting all of his strength behind it. "Oh please don't be so harsh on yourself, my dear spitfire! They're not the most disgusting things I've seen, and you only say that because I'M the one in control of the wheel, while you... you're about to go for a ride."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:15 pm
"Pick kee toi," Penthe snapped, in sharp response. "Ask your ********' Lieutenant with th'goddamn plastic shiv 'bout those." She was insistently memorizing the face of every single officer who participated in her interrogations, because if she survived this, there would be a reckoning for all of them. A very personal, very painful reckoning.
She grit her teeth. Of course someone was going to spin her on this stupid ******** wheel - it would be hilarious, because she had done knife-throwing demonstrations with these before, if it wasn't making her literally nauseous to be spun around so hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, to minimize the whirling vertigo, but it didn't help very much.
It was a physical effort to not throw up, and she was pretty sure she only managed it because she had to, and because her pride would not let her vomit in front of an officer. Or maybe that she had almost nothing in her stomach.
Even if she would have loved to dirty his damn shoes.
"Once I get off this ********' thing I will cut off your tiny ********' d**k an' feed it to you," she snarled.ChibiGingi SHE'S SUPER CHARMING RLLY.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 1:09 am
Round and round and round and round she went, and it was hard for Buddingtonite to not find the whole thing amusing. Granted, he could find most things amusing these days, as it was all but a hobby to him now. Turning the mundane or grotesque into something pleasurable was certainly a good way of passing the time, though there was nothing mundane about this at all. Grotesque, perhaps, but this was the most fun he had in awhile.
"Hm, sorry, I seem to have trouble understanding you, speaking in that barbaric, back-water tongue of yours! Not to mention the whole spinning thing... makes you cut in and out, in and out!" He crowed mockingly, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her spin around and around and around, a tiny voice within him trying to remind him that he was here for business but that voice was thoroughly silenced and didn't stand a chance now. So it say quietly in the corner, while Buddingtonite continued to mock the senshi and sling insults as the spinning finally began to slow down. "I'm very proud of my lieutenant! He tries so hard... I'll have to reward him well the next time I see him."
She slung her insults, but they meant little to him when she was thoroughly trapped in this position. When it was slow enough, he reached and gave it another spin, using even more strength than before as he snickered. "If... you get off this thing. That all demands on if I ever get tired of you spinning around, which I'm pretty sure I'm good for a couple of more rounds. How about you? Would you say I spin your right 'round?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 6:51 pm
Penthe wanted to bark and swear and rage at him. Really, she did, but she couldn't make her voice raise to do it. Not when she was horrifically dizzy, not when she could barely think for all the spinning, not when she had to squeeze her eyes shut just to avoid vertigo or a headache from the spin of her own markings.
This was worse than being cut into, because he was taking such goddamn childish glee from it, and because it didn't actually hurt, it just made her sick and dizzy and it was hard to be pissed when she was busy being sick.
She dry heaved, a little, when it stopped or a moment, but there was nothing to come ******** you," she said, in English this time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 9:05 pm
Buddingtonite couldn't stop his himself from smiling, knowing that should the unthinkable happen, like, her breaking out of the device or her comrades breaking her out that he would have probably been utterly screwed, and no amount of charm could spare him from retaliation. However, he figured his time to enjoy himself was short, so he might as well have all the fun he could.
She may have acted tough, but he knew she had to be feeling nauseous about now, and honestly, he didn't blame her. He almost got sick just looking at her, and it was for his sake that he spared her another spin. He figured he made his point when she cursed at him in blatant English. "There. Words. See, that wasn't so hard. Do you think you can manage a few more words, or do I need to spin you around even more?"
At that moment, he had a rather naughty idea, and he reached over to the wheel and turned it ever so slightly, moving her into an upside down position. Not all at once, of course, but slowly... He wanted to enjoy himself for as long as possible.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 9:37 pm
"D'you actually want somethin' besides sick kicks?" Penthe asked, her voice still sharp. She pulled, experimentally, against her chains, but they gave no more now than they had ever, particularly not when she was being slowly turned into a position that reduced her leverage by quite a lot.
It was probably for the best that she had absolutely no sense of shame, otherwise him turning her upside down probably would have been incredibly embarrassing for her. As it was, she just sort of got pissed.
"What the actual ******** are you doin'."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 11:40 am
"But my dear, what else is there to life if not its little kicks and surprises? Though... I could give you a few kicks, if you seem to be having trouble finding them yourself. Trust me, I have ample enough to spare..."
He lifted his leg and then slammed it down on the spinning wheel, though he made sure to miss her body. He had aimed for the area near her head and only looked to startle her, and he leaned forward, his grin likely welcoming to a few fists as he snickered. "But then that'd risk dirtying my boots, and that's something I simply won't have. There's not enough shoe shine on this entire planet that'd remove the sparkly gunk that you'd bleed on it."
Which brought him back to what had initially caught his interest, and hearing her growl made him chuckle. It would have been so easy... and perhaps, that's what kept him from acting upon such impulse. His hand reached out and if Penthesilea was paying attention, she might have noticed how it trembled as he suddenly gripped the edge of the spinning wheel instead. "I'll leave that to your imagination... for now, I think you're good for one more spin before I go. Have fun now!"
Then, he planted his feet down on the ground firmly, and with a great heave that he was certain would threaten the integrity of the spinning wheel, he reeled back the wheel and let it spin. Round and round it would go, but he had already lost complete interested in the sport. He was suppose to interrogate her, but he simply had no questions to ask... he watched it go around and around for a moment more, before simply walking out, leaving the senshi to her fate as he pondered which captive he should terrorize next, and if they'd be as saucy as this one. In terms of spice and kick, it was hard to top a ragin' cajun, that he had learned from personal experience.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:48 pm
Oh, she was seething, she was very sincerely plotting how best to pay him back for this insult when she was free - and it felt good to be pissed, instead of scared or tired or confused or any of the million other things she had been feeling and didn't really want to handle.
So when he turned around and left, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to resist the spinning nausea and shouted angry invectives - because the angrier she was, the more she could pretend there was a chance she would survive.ChibiGingi thank you this was hilarious<3
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