[Forum RP] Classroom B2 - The Dark Room
- BlazeitcusDavicus
- Kiith Siidim
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Approaches the front of the class room, a medium sized blade extending from his a small slot on his wrist. "Query, what extend is bodily harm allow?" he would ask, examples of torture methods splaying on his HUD.
Jet fuel can't melt steel dreams.
- Hank Handsome
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Misaki would look at the retractable blade, clearly looking a little worried now. "U'mm. I'd like to keep any essential body parts. Lets just say that."
- BlazeitcusDavicus
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"Noted." Daen would say, next to Misaki now; ready to start the torture.
Jet fuel can't melt steel dreams.
- BlazeitcusDavicus
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Daen would secure her to the chair, if she wasn't already; his cybernetics oddly warm but rough. He would jam the syringe into her neck, the nanites flowing quickly into her; a cold feeling spreading through her. As he removed the fairly large syringe from her neck, a trickle of blood would flow down. A few pop-ups would appear on his HUD, as Hpill would activate the nanites now flowing through her. At first, only a slight burning sensation but after a few seconds the pain would ramp-up.
Jet fuel can't melt steel dreams.
- Hank Handsome
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Misaki would grit her teeth together, trying to deal with the intense pain. She twitch a little, starting to struggle a little more before screaming out. By now it would be very clear that she was in a lot of pain, despite actually being in no danger.
- BlazeitcusDavicus
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Daen would set the nanites into 'overdrive'. The pain become more intense, rivulets of molten tissue would roll down her arms and legs; as if she was being burnt alive. Hpill would not be able to tell that she was in distress, only that she was in pain; that section of the brain responsible for empathy cut off by the neurocyte.
Jet fuel can't melt steel dreams.

