(ooc: reviving some characters from a now-defunct league RP)
"Tell me something of Paradystopia, Kharamhan"
Kharamhan vol'de Rastred'alzabasz presented a sardonic grin. Silently, he was straining at the ropes which bound him, trying to gain some purchase about the wrists. His captor was pacing back and forth, lost in his supposed diabolical genius or something like that. Kharamhan had no interest in empathising right now, he had to escape.
"Ahh Paradystopia! Such an unblemished land. Ripe for picking. All it needs is a little prod in the right direction. I trust that fool Dultsabjr sent you? Doesn't want anyone encroaching upon his sleazy monopoly, eh?"
Kharamhan laughed to himself and received a powerful left hook to the abdomen which stole his breath.
"Talk! Dammit!"
This was always the irritating part of the process. Kharamhan was mute and trying to relay this to a potential assailant whilst bound to a chair is hardly easy. He washed the spit around his mouth. There was a slight taste of blood and one of his premolars on the right hand side felt tender and a little wobbly. Great. Good job being on Tarquihn Dultsabjr's payroll allowed an adequate amount of health insurance for his line of work. He spat onto the floor and with a foot wrote the word 'mute' in the bloody spittle. This time it was a right hook to the abdomen accompanied with a anguished cry from his captor.
"What use are you to me if you won't talk?"
Kharamhan shrugged, or did his best to emulate a shrug whilst tightly bound. From a nearby table, adorned with various pseudo-surgical implements, a long scalpel was chosen. Moonlight from a grime-smeared skylight glinted off the blade.
"Maybe you just need persuading?"
Kharamhan sniggered. He thought the bad guys must love him. Endless monologue oppurtunities. No amount of torture would 'persuade' him into speech. It's just such a shame he couldn't express this accurately as it would certainly cut down on the typical megalomaniacal tendency of allowing Kharamhan ample time to plan an escape whilst they massaged their ego with all the 'I'm so great, I caught you', 'You cannot expect to capture me' and 'Let me tell you my plan in great detail before you die'. The shadowy figure approached and held the knife close to Kharamhan's face.
"One final chance to talk before you die."
'You're meant to tell me your plan first, fool' thought Kharamhan 'didn't you go to super-villian college?' And then with a great effort, He thrust his weight backwards. The chair toppled backwards allowing Kharamhan to strike his captor with a boot square between their legs. They howled and stumbled. As the chair struck the floor, the force of the blow slackened the ropes for a split second. Just enough time for Kharamhan to get an arm free. His assailant was on all-fours, cursing loudly and crawling towards the table.
"You will die Kharamhan! You will fucking die by my hands!"
The captor clambered up to the table and grasped a rather vicious looking bonesaw. With a scream, they twisted and hurled it in the direction of the chair. There was a clattering as the saw bounced upon the wooden shards and slid away along the concrete floor of the dark warehouse. The mute had vanished. Painfully finding their feet. The assailant looked around the room. Silence. Not even a shadow twitched in the dark corners. He drew a gun from an chest holster and stood motionless for several seconds, then he fired berzerkly and arbitrarily about the large open room. Bullets ricocheted about in the gloom, creating brief flashes. No Kharamhan. He ceased firing and gruffly kicked the remains of the chair that had once restrained his foe.
Kharamhan was currently bounding north across the Commune (Geographical aid). He just had to get over the river and into Nhmadia. His 'business trip' hadn't been as successful as hoped and it would be a long time before he could return to Rhekia. At least now he knew who he was up against and with the World cup just around the corner, time was of the essence.
I mean look the them. We have recently sent a mass message of all of our fans to meet at this city to watch the game.
