General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Scare ME off?" Leo couldn't help but bark out a laugh. "You can try." He stated, then paused. "Don't, though. Please? I don't want to be mentally more unstable for the rest of my life." He added with a wince, then smiled evilly. "It wasn't supposed to." He answered, then sighed with a slightly malicious hint to it. "If you want a completely serious answer- it depends on the monkey." He answered, flashing a sweet smile. He then rolled his eyes. "I want The Glory definition." He snorted. He knew getting grumpy about the torturing wasn't going to help, so he let out a small breath. "I'll most likely be alive if I don't get to torture Ammit." He mumbled, then his head snapped up. "If Glory and I don't get to torture Ammit, we are going to capture a couple Corrupted and stab some screwdrivers in their gut then use them like they're supposed to be." He sniffed, finally uncrossing his arms with a wince.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"No- no challenge. And THANK you. I'm already messed up enough." With a sly smile, he performed his perfect face for symbolizing the word crazy, his eyes almost whirling different directions, like he had before. "Those were actual answers! I answered you, didn't I?" He smirked. "Please don't. I've heard they taste horrible." He added with a wicked curl of his lips, not wanting to relive that horror. At Glory's offer, he brightened. "Much easier! Let's take their groveling gorilla butts all the way to hell!" He all but cheered, already spinning around to leave. The mere motion sent his head reeling, which didn't help his mood- although it had brightened, he was still disappointed. Now he was irritated as well. Why the hell could he not STAND UPRIGHT. Something struck him with that thought. A completely random, slightly hurtful something. Even as a child, he had been rather... brawny, if he had to find a word, and he had always been bullied over it. Then again, the kids usually got their heads stuffed in a haybale and some manure where they don't want it, but that didn't matter. Their favorite thing to chant was the popular saying 'All brawn no brain' and those four words made him angrier than he could ever imagine. Back then, anyway. He now wondered why Glory's many insults about his poor braincell shortage didn't upset him... quite as much. Funny how the mind worked.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory frowned and suppressed an exaggerated shudder at his face- nobody should ever be able to do that. It was downright unnatural. "Alright, fine. Just don't do that," She said. "Sure, but only barely. It wasn't what I'd wanted to know, at least." He still didn't quite explain HOW beluga whales stood. She gave him her equivalent of a horrified look and asked, "How do you know what they taste like?" He hadn't said he knew from experience, though his face said otherwise. "All the way to hell and back- it'd be too nice to just leave them there," She corrected, a malicious grin spreading across her face. Fire and brimstone were no match for the darkest recesses of Glory's mind. She turned and led Leo to the other cells, where, as she'd thought, there were at least two dozen Corrupted, each separated to not come up with one big lie together. "Well then, why don't you pick our lucky winner?" She said, clapping her hands together as she surveyed the cells. More than enough to work with.

(I'm literally sitting in my bed laughing maniacally- I may be a wee bit deranged xD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo grinned widely, seeing Glory's obvious ... emotion. He wasn't word-ing tonight. It wasn't disgust, fullly, but it wasn't much else, either. "You never asked for specifics. I gave you an answer, so technically I did my part." Hd chuckled, then eyes sparkling in a not so sane way at her question. "I know we're both insane, and you don't think I have any braincells, but I ASSURE you- I have NOT eaten a monkey's ass. That is absolutely disgusting. However, I did make a friend who had, and he assured me that it tasted like burnt chicken with too much garlic on top." He snorted, then nodded vigorously. "And maybe shoot em into outer space while we're at it. But after we see how much skin a scissors can actually cut through. I've also always wanted to see if a paper cutter would really cut off a finger! I can't believe I haven't tried that one yet. Have you?" He asked with a serious tilt of his head. No joke- now he wanted to know. If anyone had, it would be her. He followed her out, to the cells, his eyes lighting up as he saw how many there were. Rubbing his gloved hands together in mock glee, he smiled. "Enie meenie miney moe, let's go cut off someone's toe, if they holler make them pay, stab their retinas with a piece of hay!" He landed on a random one, rather proud of the quick chant he had easily made up. "Let's go have some fun." He said cheerfully, walking... or limping... up to the cell, and opening the door, letting Glory enter first. He quite honestly had to duck to get through the door, which displeased him the slightest bit.

(Lmao same, sitting here cackling xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

She sighed and said, "Fair, I didn't." At this rate, he was going to lose his diagnosis of 'chronically incorrect'. She shook her head and muttered, "Sounds like a friend you'd have." That didn't stop her from thinking that his friend had overcooked his monkey ass. "Umm, it's difficult, but not impossible," She answered, "You gotta cut right between the bones though." It took some effort, especially since paper-cutting knives weren't as dull as combat knives, but was certainly doable. Not recommended, though, very messy. She let out a rather maniacal laugh at his chant and squirreled it away for later use. She entered the cell of Leo's choosing, noting how he had to duck to get through the doorway. Definitely an intimidating sight. She grabbed the Corrupted by his wrists, which were tied together, and practically dragged him to a room toward the back of the chamber. It was rather dark, damp, and musty, and if you listened hard you may catch the sound of rats squeaking amongst themselves as if placing bets on which Corrupted would be taken next. She hauled him up on the only piece of furniture in the room - a badly aged and scratched chair, which had clearly seen better days, tying the dimwit's wrists to the chair, not worrying about restraints all the much. It was best to give them the freedom the wriggle just enough to get the idea of escape in their heads, but not enough to follow through with it. "Alright, ladies first," She said to Leo with a nod. The Glory equivalent of 'alright, you go first, I want to see what you've got'.

(I should actually get a post in today/tomorrow i just won't be on much so the interrogation will be slow)

(Then again, now I wish I would've written my evil torture ideas down, as I hath forgotten every single one. Curse my memory))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo smiled slightly, content with winning this argument. He then paused and thought a moment. "Okay, friend is an overstatement. Colleague would be better fitting." He mused, then shook his head in mild surprise as she did answer. Because she had done it. Of course. "Of course you have to cut between the bones- the metal is too thin to do any damage to them. So it is sharp enough to get all the way through? Hm." He seemed to store that information away somewhere and possibly be thinking about it, though he was really trying to decide on the best torture method. He couldn't help but cast a glare at the doorway, which was just over 6 feet tall. Maybe 6'3? Didn't help that he was around 6'6... he thought. He didn't quite know. Short peop- nevermind, NORMAL people never had to WORRY about getting into small places or entering short doorways. He couldn't recall how many times he had tried to worm his way into the tiny attic at his house before Libodon... and he had only been 15! He probably weighed a good 20 pounds less back then, and had DEFINITELY been shorter. Life was HARD for a tall person. Hard.

As Glory went to drag the Corrupted back, he slowly walked into a corner, leaning against a wall to survey his prey. Average looking. Boring looking. A little scared looking ALREADY, which made a cruel smile twist onto his face. The poor sap didn't know what was coming if he thought this was anything. To get in their head, Leo decided the first best tactic would be discussing the best ways of torture with Glory, for one, and then using his Empathy to increase the guy's terror. He opened up the door on the Empathy thing, immediately feeling small spikes of fear from the Corrupted, along with powerful determination, which made Leo laugh out loud. "This guy thinks he knows it all. So, I'm thinking, for the very first thing, to revert to some old, reliable methods of torture. Painful and painstakingly slow ones. Nothing special, thought. For starters, anyway. There'll be SO much more to come- my head feels like it's going to explode with the anticipation! What do you think about the fingernail pulling method? Maybe we use daggers, though, to root them out better. OR, to help our poor prisoner not to worry about what's coming, Maybe some eye gouging? Put some peace in that little mind of his?" He grinned evilly, glancing at the guy and heightening their fear sense tenfold. He could visibly see sweat dripping down the Corrupted's face already. Since it was dark in here, Leo activated his more secret power, and for a split second, his face flashed with a terrifying evil grin, red burnt skin, long fangs, and hair that was actually on fire. His usual taunt. It disappeared as quickly as it had come, but he could easily feel the Corrupted determination dwindle and terror heighten. Already. Maybe this would be too easy.

(hehe I have a note with a few terrifying things written down >:3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory feined a gasp and asked, "Was it Romanov?" He fit the bill, aside from the fact Glory was pretty sure he'd NEVER eat a monkey's ass. She nodded thoughtfully and said, "Sure, you can take their finger off. Though once it's not attached by much, it's harder to get the rest of it off. Kind of just dangles there." She didn't want to think of WHY she knew this- it wasn't a pretty story. Ideally, you skewered their hand to the table with something slim and pointy but stabbing through the webbing of the hand between the thumb and forefinger. The nerves in there made it hurt WAY more.

"Hmm, no eye gouging- he needs to see what I've got planned," She said, grinning maliciously. "But, I will do this," She gave the Corrupted an almost pitying look before kicking his knee. Hard. If he ever made it out alive, he'd never walk normally again, and Glory was pretty sure she might've broken something. He howled in pain, but shut up a little at Whatever Leo'd done. She had her back to him, so she didn't see, but maybe that was a good thing given the bloke's reaction. She meandered back to Leo and said, "I think his foot wants to be broken."

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"GOD no, Glory, can you even IMAGINE Romanov ever - blech." Leo shuddered. That made it so much worse. He nodded at her words, then smirked lightly. "No, I meant gouging just one eye. He can experience the delightful pain while still seeing the horrors that'll flow his way." He cast a terrifyingly sweet smile at the Corrupted, so sweet it was more evil than his actual evil smile. "Okay, that's NOT fair- how come you get to kick him? I should at LEAST be able to snap an arm." He complained with a wicked grin, taking pleasure in the guy's pain stricken expression, although he had to wince just slightly as the terror went through the roof. It could start to affect Leo, and the more time he spent around a strong emotion, the more it burrowed into his mind and didn't let go. He shut it out slightly, focusing. "I'm still thinking .. arm. Or elbow. Or both! We have all the time in the world." He chuckled lightly, grabbing the Corrupted's arm and twisting it slightly to look at it. "Tsk tsk, the bones are so thin. So frail." He started to let go, and did with one hand, but then crushed the man's forearm in his other. Blood curdling screams were probably the best sounds he'd heard all day. After brushing off the bones splinters and blood on his vest, he tried to open his Empathy slightly, and was just hit with pure, unfiltered terror and pain. It definitely made his own pain flare, causing him to take in a sharp breath and immediately severe the connection. That was the dangerous thing about Empathy- you could easily go actually crazy always having strong emotions pounding at your skull.