snowblindrpg | [log] So, do you feel satisfied? [closed]

[The other's hand letting go is suspect enough, so Junpei doesn't miss the chance to lean away, but it's clearly not enough.]

Wait-- Fuck--

What the hell!?

[That hurt way more than the punch. And he'd really thought they were even. Or, he probably did. He's kind of stunned right now, if having released his own hold is any indication, so thinking isn't exactly.. happening...]

Okay, fine, your hair's pretty, now, or whatever you want me to say.

[Ah. Wait. His mouth tastes kind of weird. Blood? He'll spit that out before glaring at Squalo once again.]

So what fucking concept? You wanna be the boss of everyone here? Everybody's gotta follow your orders 'cause you can't do everything for yourself as long as your sword's back home? 'The hell's wrong with everyone just being on the same side?

No.

[ He's just going to use that little opening, whether it's concussion or not quite, and throw a leg out to try and kick Junpei's from under him. You're going down, bro. ]

I've no patience for buttmonkeys. Even less for someone tryin' to make me into one.

[ And if he's successful, he'll just lean down to try to haul the other up again, and throw him at a wall again, back first. He might not be anime strong in here, but he's still a trained combatant. ]

You pick a fight with me, you lose. That's all.

[No to what? He isn't really being given all that much to work with here. Isn't this kind of one-sided?

... It definitely is, as Junpei feels himself being tripped. At least the wall's right there for support. At least he's not exactly falling so much as sliding to the floor as a result. But aren't they past whatever it was supposed to take to get even?

He's definitely going to put all his weight into resisting that effort to pull him back up, at first. Until he realizes he would rather be standing, and soon moves willingly-- enough that he's caught completely off-guard as he's shoved into the wall, giving almost a growl of a pained noise in response.]

Funny, I don't remember ever making the first move. You sure you didn't pick it yourself?

[ And that's yet another mistake: for Squalo, it's never about getting "even". That would imply some level of equality between him and some trashy rando, after all. It's about crushing his opponents into oblivion. ]

Doesn't matter. I've given you more chances to quit it than you deserve.

[ Like, he actually told him to stop two or three times! Not even the likes of Watson and Carsen should get their panties in a twist over this turn of events. Not that Squalo particularly cares, but it doesn't hurt to have some allies. Well, there goes that, if so be it. ]

[ He walks up to Junpei again, and hey, there's something pointy in his hand. A screwdriver, maybe. And without further ado he's striking at him, seemingly aiming between the ribs. ]

I dunno, that kinda implies you've given me at least one...

[And he hasn't, right? Not in person. Not in that room, and not right here... Ah, shit, wait, there isn't time for Junpei to be overthinking it. He probably should fight back if that's going to be a weapon. So he'll move to the side as quickly as he can, both hands attempting to grab Squalo's wrist. Hopefully he can disarm him, or if nothing else, slow the attack down enough to only bruise.]

Remember when I told you to stop harassing me? That was it.

[ The kid might not be that impressive, but he can probably hold off one of Squalo's arms with both of his. Not surprising here. He's not dropping the tool, though, and putting in enough effort to look like that's still what he's betting on -- ]

[ Except that means his prosthetic hand is free and unhindered at the moment, so he'll be slamming that at Junpei's throat. Considering it's not quite as titanium sturdy as it was back home, it probably wouldn't crush it, but the intention is certainly there. ]

C'mon, the network doesn't cou--

[All he can finish that line with is a wet, choking sound. Was that really supposed to hurt so much? That's.. not flesh and bone under that glove, is it? If the situation were different, that could prove a suitable distraction. Maybe figuring out how far the prosthetic goes and finding the right spot to tear it off from would even the fight. ... Right now, falling for it isn't an option. His own hands won't be able to loosen that grip. The only thing Junpei can have some say in is how much longer that weapon's held away, so he has to keep his efforts there.

For the most part.

He's really not above bringing a knee up, quickly, to try to strike between the other's legs.]

[ It's cute that he doesn't think Squalo would beat him up with his own torn off arm because that's totally what would happen in that dream scenario. Still, it might give him a disadvantage, so while not quite an evening blow, it'd at least make the gap between their chances smaller. An idea for next time! If there will be a next time. ]

[ It's a good maneuver, which is of course why anyone used to fighting would expect it. Still, Squalo doesn't want to let up so he lets it reach him, just making sure to shift his weight and legs enough to soften the blow into something that won't leave him gasping for air for several minutes. It does still make him grunt and relax his stabbing arm, however, allowing Junpei to wrestle it away if he tries. ]

That all you got?

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No.

Just all I needed.

[What he'll try with that moment of slack is another attempt at getting that weapon for himself. A skill he might be more practiced at with guns over.. ... Huh. He hasn't paid it enough attention to see what it is, yet. But it's worth a shot. Anything's better than what he already has on him: absolutely nothing.

... Getting back to that bedroom wouldn't be an option, would it? Back to the items he'd gathered so far... He'd definitely made a point of stocking up on weapons right from the moment he got here. ... Which is strange, though. He can't recall why. Why he'd want to hurt anyone. Apart from right now...]

[ Why you smug little -- ]

[ Squalo has several more sharp objects hidden on his person, but that doesn't mean he's going to give up the screwdriver without a fight. So when he feels Junpeitear away at his grip on it, he's going to try to calm him down by bashing his forehead into the other's face, aiming for the nose. ]

[Hey that's not really fair when he's against a wall and can't move his own head. Well, no, he can't move forward or back. He can turn to one side. ... Which apparently doesn't help much at all, because wow that still hurt.

Okay, then. Back to not playing nice. What if he takes one hand out of that struggle and reaches to try pulling at Squalo's hair. Hard. It's long enough that it shouldn't be possible to miss...]

[ Ah yes, a low blow. Wonder what took him so long. Unfortunately, Squalo is legally not able to pull a Sakura and give himself a quick haircut to get free. But he is going to do his best not to budge despite the pain. ]

[ Looks like the best course is a giant fucking mess. While Junpei's busy tugging on his hair, he lets go of his throat and instead grabs for the hand holding his other one at bay, intenting to squeeze it until it's forced to relax. If it does, well, that screwdriver has a date with someone's liver. ]

[O-oh! His throat's free! That's the exact moment he would use to push Squalo's arm one way and his own body the other to flawlessly step to the side, following it up by pulling him face first into the wall instead, and likely getting his hand freed in the process so he can make a run for it.

... You know, if he were that skilled.

Junpei might have a lot a strength-- enough that he can push that attack off course-- but all that means is getting struck somewhere in his gut, instead. He's not exactly sure where. It hurts too much to focus. Too much to look down. Oh. No, he can look down after all. It's.. Huh. At least his jacket didn't get torn. But maybe if it had been done up, the leather could've protected him. ... What a dumb way for his thoughts to start going. This wasn't actually over, was it? Didn't he still need to react? To fight back a little more? To respond with anything other than the pained groan and heavier breathing he's managed so far? Okay. Right. Maybe he can push forward, trying to headbutt his opponent's face in return, because if nothing else, at least he's managed not to lose his grip on his hair yet. It's probably the only thing keeping him standing, really.]

[ It's obvious he's missed his mark when the point goes in much easier than it should, but there's still a rush of warmth over his fingers that implies he's succeeded somewhat -- ]

[ His head's effectively held still by the hair, and he's got no choice but take that headbutt, only managing to bow his head a bit so the main blow lands closer to his forehead than his nose. It makes him see green for a moment, probably gets his nose to bleed, but he's not letting go. Instead he twists the screwdriver and shoves it in deeper, almost as if trying to lift Junpei by the new handle he's put in him, hoping the pain will make him let go. ]

F-fuck! Okay! I can't--

[He needs to push the other back more. Or get away? No, that's probably not an option. Even if he can free his hand, don't stab wounds get a lot worse when whatever caused them comes out? Ah, no, that doesn't apply now, does it? That feel like it's pulling... Like it's spreading everywhere. Though his senses are probably the last thing he should be relying on, he's sure it's already too big. He'll bleed out just as fast with or without it still in.

So... So the only way to move back...

Weakly, Junpei lowers his hand, releasing hair to return his hold to that arm for support.]

I can't keep doing this. You gotta stop. Whatever the hell you want from me, just say it.

[ Depends on the placement of the wound, but generally yes. Removing the stabby thing usually makes it worse. Which is, of course, exactly what Squalo plans to do -- but not just yet. Instead his grip lightens, as if he's about to just leave that screwdriver sticking out of Junpei and be done with it. ]

[ If only. ]

[ He looks down at the other's hold on his arm with a hint of disgust, then raises a leg to return that groin-kick flavored favor. ]

You've got nothing I want. [ Just your life, apparently. ] But hey, seeing you suffer might do.

[Oh. It would really be nice if he were letting go of it. Or if he'd jam it up higher. Fast. Getting this over with so Junpei can get back to that morgue and make a run for the maintenance tunnels.

Wait. What is he even thinking? He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want this, either. How can anyone do this kind of thing? How can people really be so--

That next move catches him off guard, drawing out a choking gasp. Was that really fair? Shouldn't there be some kinda code against that? Sure, Junpei attempted it himself, when he had no other options, but Squalo could've done anything. Anything. That should never be a first resort...

... He'd felt like he was going to collapse for a while, now, anyway. But with this? With this, he kind of has to.

It's just.. That wound... Can he really move away from it safely..?

Oh. Maybe he can pull the other with him. He'll try tugging at his arm, a bit, then. It's fine if that screwdriver moves around in the process-- It's amazing what shock can do to mask just where the pain is coming from.]

[ Squalo's all about returning favors, or what he thinks is returning favors. He doesn't plan on letting up, though, especially when he can tell that tug on him is weaker than before. Good. Can't have it end already, though -- ]

[ He'll just try to shove Junpei's head into the wall repeatedly to make him pass out, so he can set the stage for the next part. ]

[He wants to fight back. He has to. But it's too much. His hands relent even before his vision starts to blur. A weak groan escapes him, hitching as he connects with the wall again. And again.

It's not too long, though.

He can't last...]

[ It's not the end yet. ]

[ He will come to having his face slapped with no particular urgency, his body twisted rather uncomfortably on the floor though his shoulders are rested against something softer. Bed? Couch? The screwdriver seems to be gone, though the wound's not bleeding especially badly, almost as if it had been given a few stitches. His legs are neatly tied together with rope, and his wrists are secured together with wire, though in the front rather than behind his back. Squalo clearly doesn't consider him a threat at this point, just doesn't want him to flail about uncontrollably. ]

C'mon. Stay with me now. The fun's barely even started!

[Of course his first instinct is to try to move. To bring his hands to his side and try to stand up. But.. he can't?

It takes a moment to register what's going on.

... Rope, huh?

He leans his head back against whatever that surface is.]

If you're into shibari, your technique's a little off.

[... Coming up with something more serious than that isn't really going to happen yet.]

[ It's almost surprising Tenmyouji is still talking shit in this situation, but Squalo supposes he's feeling a little better. Or it could be the shock. Really, it's not the first time he's seen people act absurdly brave (or absurdly stupid) even when they didn't normally display those qualities. ]

Aw, I've missed that smarty mouth of yours already. [ He says that, with an almost friendly smile, at the same time twisting one of Junpei's thumbs backwards until there's a sickening crack in the joint ] Maybe I should stitch it shut. Thoughts?

[Hey. Give him some credit. Junpei's always brave and stupid.

As Squalo grabs his hand, though, some of that bravery starts to strip away. It hurts-- that's fine for a second-- but wait shit no that's not supposed to bend that way--

He shuts his eyes tight and turns his head away. As if that might be any help. When that cracking sound comes, it's barely audible over his resulting scream.

I-it could be worse, though, right? He has to tell himself that. As long as things could be worse than this, then maybe it isn't that bad, and--

Wait.]

... Stitch it..?

F-fuck that...

[ WELL THEN. ]

[ Music to his ears, honestly. He smiles and pats Junpei on the head. ]

Voi, just keep screaming like that and I'll leave it open. Wouldn't wanna miss anything.

[ There's a tablet laying nearby, though it's not facing them at the moment. Might be recording audio. That was a pretty good one. ]

Hmm...

[ Squalo sits down comfortably and whips out a scalpel. He turns it over in his fingers a few times, then shifts closer, his other hand moving out to hold Junpei's head still by the hair. ]

Let's add a bit more color here. You should look pretty for the cameras.

[ Aaaaand yeah, he's going to carve into his face. Not deep, and it probably won't even hurt much, but it's certainly going to be a little... wet. ]

["Won't hurt much" by what standards?

The mention of colour confuses him at first. Causes him to look for a moment. A mistake as he sees what Squalo's holding. He should've known he meant more red.

It stings, and while maybe it's somewhat dulled by the throbbing pain that hasn't left his thumb, a sharp, hissing breath makes it pretty clear that it adds to Junpei's suffering.

He won't bother with words. Won't bother with any effort to fight back. It's awful to think, but attempting to behave might be his only choice.]

[log] So, do you feel satisfied? [closed]

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cw: torture, blood, bones breaking, idk what else

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fastforwarding the rest? cw: torture, death, etc