06-29-2013, 09:37 PM
Jack doesn't expect to get more out of the prisoner than Tails and Snails, but that doesn't keep him from wanting to hear the filth right from the orifice spewing it.
The woman speaks of her mother first.
"She waitin' on you, Miss Dorlene. The longer this takes, the longer 'til you see her 'gain."
Where the others have their own way of going about things, Law in War's method is wholly physical and meant to inspire a fear deeper than even that of the apocalypse. He bears down on her. His cheek presses against her own, hand held hard on her jaw to keep her from biting, and to growls and breathes into her ear. At no point is she given a moment's repreive. At no point is he anything less than upon her, pressing and pushing and swatting like a domineering (dominating) animal. Like this will never end. Like she will get no rapture. It gives her a demon to castigate and quote scripture to, rhetoric they can all try to pick apart later.
Here are the jaws of a monster with Rage waiting to rise like the fires of Hell and consume her. Here are his fingers that close around her hair and lift her from the ground (chair and all). Here are the promises of his knuckles, not idle threats, that crack against her ribs before she is thrown to the ground on the throne (rack) of punishment she is bound to.
Here is her own tribulation. Here is her own passion.
If they are His Children (yes, he knew of the God of Men) exiled to Earth, he is their punishment. He did not know the history of Christianity, but he could extrapolate from what he heard on the news and in the roadhouses his family passed through. Then yes, here are their tormenters. Jack wants to hear all she has to say in the face of what she believes in's antithesis. Like maybe it would change anything. Give her hope that maybe the hand of her God would strike them down and she would be freed.
And when she is finished, when she is so thoroughly broken, Jack ceases. Jack is merciful. He is an animal with few scruples, but even he takes no joy in tormenting someone now beyond that word's reach.
He does not leave the room. The Theurge comes to do his exorcism and Jack first remains at the side of the-thing-who-was-Dorlene. For as long as he can, silent throughout the moon-priest's ritual, before he turns to Tamsin and Hector again as her exorcism nears its climax.
"That rot's gone come out of her 'n' go crawlin' back to whatever tit fed it. Gone want to get back t' its masters. And it has masters, tell you that. Someone takin' the blasphemy of the Black Spiral 'n' puttin' it in fomori heads. Takin' them and turnin' them into a cult. Wouldn't be surprise if it were the bastards themselves. Gone return to its master t' tell 'em we know. Can't let that happen."
[ It's up to Jess and Jamie if they wanna roll out the slicey-dicey of the bane. I'm fine either way. ]
The woman speaks of her mother first.
"She waitin' on you, Miss Dorlene. The longer this takes, the longer 'til you see her 'gain."
Where the others have their own way of going about things, Law in War's method is wholly physical and meant to inspire a fear deeper than even that of the apocalypse. He bears down on her. His cheek presses against her own, hand held hard on her jaw to keep her from biting, and to growls and breathes into her ear. At no point is she given a moment's repreive. At no point is he anything less than upon her, pressing and pushing and swatting like a domineering (dominating) animal. Like this will never end. Like she will get no rapture. It gives her a demon to castigate and quote scripture to, rhetoric they can all try to pick apart later.
Here are the jaws of a monster with Rage waiting to rise like the fires of Hell and consume her. Here are his fingers that close around her hair and lift her from the ground (chair and all). Here are the promises of his knuckles, not idle threats, that crack against her ribs before she is thrown to the ground on the throne (rack) of punishment she is bound to.
Here is her own tribulation. Here is her own passion.
If they are His Children (yes, he knew of the God of Men) exiled to Earth, he is their punishment. He did not know the history of Christianity, but he could extrapolate from what he heard on the news and in the roadhouses his family passed through. Then yes, here are their tormenters. Jack wants to hear all she has to say in the face of what she believes in's antithesis. Like maybe it would change anything. Give her hope that maybe the hand of her God would strike them down and she would be freed.
And when she is finished, when she is so thoroughly broken, Jack ceases. Jack is merciful. He is an animal with few scruples, but even he takes no joy in tormenting someone now beyond that word's reach.
He does not leave the room. The Theurge comes to do his exorcism and Jack first remains at the side of the-thing-who-was-Dorlene. For as long as he can, silent throughout the moon-priest's ritual, before he turns to Tamsin and Hector again as her exorcism nears its climax.
"That rot's gone come out of her 'n' go crawlin' back to whatever tit fed it. Gone want to get back t' its masters. And it has masters, tell you that. Someone takin' the blasphemy of the Black Spiral 'n' puttin' it in fomori heads. Takin' them and turnin' them into a cult. Wouldn't be surprise if it were the bastards themselves. Gone return to its master t' tell 'em we know. Can't let that happen."
[ It's up to Jess and Jamie if they wanna roll out the slicey-dicey of the bane. I'm fine either way. ]