(no subject)
WHO: Rorschach (open to anyone).
WHERE: Corridors, Dethklok territory.
WHAT: Senseless violence!
"I will die before I betray the lords of METAL!"
"No." Another punch to the gut. "After."
The Dethklok roadie had been stripped of his mask, but his face had so many bruises he was damn near unrecognizable anyway. "My suffering... brings glory... to metal..."
Rorschach sighed. He'd thought that the resilience of his previous captives might have been the exception to the rule; that he'd happened to capture the elite of Dethklok and The Supreme One's followers. But no. Half an hour of random beatings had convinced him- the infliction of pain was not going to yield information from these people. Which, considering how much of Rorschach's career was based on the principle of 'broken bones=talking scum', left him somewhat at a loss.
"Useless." The vigilante pulled a stained handkerchief from one of his many pockets, applied it the man's nose and mouth, and began to finish the job.
WHERE: Corridors, Dethklok territory.
WHAT: Senseless violence!
"I will die before I betray the lords of METAL!"
"No." Another punch to the gut. "After."
The Dethklok roadie had been stripped of his mask, but his face had so many bruises he was damn near unrecognizable anyway. "My suffering... brings glory... to metal..."
Rorschach sighed. He'd thought that the resilience of his previous captives might have been the exception to the rule; that he'd happened to capture the elite of Dethklok and The Supreme One's followers. But no. Half an hour of random beatings had convinced him- the infliction of pain was not going to yield information from these people. Which, considering how much of Rorschach's career was based on the principle of 'broken bones=talking scum', left him somewhat at a loss.
"Useless." The vigilante pulled a stained handkerchief from one of his many pockets, applied it the man's nose and mouth, and began to finish the job.