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Post by SceneMod on Aug 14, 2010 22:15:19 GMT -5
Scrubs tilts his head so that the blow caves in his cheekbone rather then his nose. The skin holds, but Kup can certainly feel the delicate bones cracking beneath.
He shrugs his shoulder at Spinister's demand. "No. There is no incentive for me to share anything. You're going to destroy my body anyway."
He watches Kup's fist much like a snake watches a bird, gaze unwavering.
"They were mine." He waves the cuffed hand at Spinister, "So is he, now."
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Post by Spinister on Aug 15, 2010 21:30:53 GMT -5
Bonds to the soul...
...but Spinister's soul is already bonded to his Nebulans, and his nearly non-existant heart, he gave that away, too.
Spinister says softly, "You'll survive without your body, huh? Think you got a leash on my soul? I always say, you gotta be careful how you leash a hellhound... they pull back. 'sides... I'm not sure if it was there anymore to be taken in the first place."
"So what will make you talk? Do I have to start singing 'Tainted Love'?"
Out his knees, no less.
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Post by Kup on Aug 15, 2010 21:43:09 GMT -5
"And if we arrest you, your 'contacts' will get you off and you'll be right back at it!" Kup growls, then his optics widen and flare as he realizes something. He smirks.
"'Course, the contract doesn't specify dead or alive." He reaches down and attempts to hold Scrubs in place by his throat. "You're my mark, and I bring you back to my employer. Not the leaking 'justice' system of this place."
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 15, 2010 22:20:35 GMT -5
Scrubs looks at Spinister, "You talk a lot."
He shrugs, but there's something... stilted about the gesture, hesitant. "Maybe I'll die with the body, maybe not. We don't know, do we? It doesn't really matter in the long run, though."
When Kup gives voice to his epiphany, however, Scrubs's attention fixates on the old-timer. The cuffed hand twitches, and for a moment, there's something other then blandness and apathy in that single remaining eye. It's a pleading look, almost hopeful.
"Not... trying to completely kill i- me would be very, very stupid," he croaks out in an almost-normal voice, before the blandness takes over his expression again and his lips draw into a thin line.
Decay is starting to show through the other side of the table.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 15, 2010 23:13:13 GMT -5
Right. No talking for a month when this is over. Maybe a year.
Spinister looks to Kup and starts to draw a good finger across his neck... and then stops and pulls his hand away, pointing toward the way Kup came in. Take Scrubs alive, take him to Kup's employer, figure out what the slagging slag is going on, and then Spinister can kill Scrubs and take the body to the department.
As if to make his point clearer, he moves off to the cabinets and shelves, to rummage about and look for first aid gear, to see if they can't make Scrubs live a little longer.
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Post by Kup on Aug 16, 2010 14:26:03 GMT -5
Kup glances up at Spinster, but then shakes his head faintly.
This guy wants to die, he suspects. Whoever the person is, he wants release from that thing inside him. "'In death, all find redemption,' remember?" Kup tells Spinister.
Kup frowns and shifts, moving off from the decayed portion of the table. Holding this guy down's about to get a lot harder, but maybe Kup will be able to find a portion to grasp that isn't bleeding dust. He could try to find something else to hold this guy down with, but he's probably better off just finding a way to hold him without melting.
"No incentive, huh? You want that redemption, you want to be released, you tell us what we want to know. The names. The powers. Give 'em."
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 16, 2010 22:43:19 GMT -5
Scrubs coughs, a deep racking sound, the first real indications of mortality he's given.
"What this skin wants is entirely irrelevant. Besides, there is nothing left within to redeem, just a ghost in the neural machine."
"What you fail to understand is that there is no one central agency at which to vent your rage. I sweep the streets of my own volition, and for my own edification. I do this with impunity because everyone has secrets, and everyone likes to have ways to make those secrets disappear."
"Talk to the girl, if she survives, and her mind is intact. Talk to her, if they let her live, and you think your pathetic efforts will matter."
"Will you raze a planet to soothe your morals? I think not."
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Post by Spinister on Aug 17, 2010 14:28:19 GMT -5
Spinister finds some bandages and latex gloves! Success! With his Nebulans' help, he tugs on the gloves, since his left hand is maimed, and then he tosses Kup a pair of gloves, too. He also finds some tourniquets, but those can be dangerous to use if applied incorrectly.
So Spinister looks ready to bandage up the wounds, if he can get to them, anyway.
His head tilts, his helmet shadowing his optics, and he tilts just so to catch the light with his optics.
Yeah, he'd burn this planet, if it would serve his cause.
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Post by Kup on Aug 17, 2010 20:14:32 GMT -5
Kup catches the gloves, expression almost distracted. He looks down at Scrubs as he pulls the latex gloves on, snapping them in place. For all the anger that he showed earlier, now he mostly looks... tired. Drained. Old.
"Naw, I wouldn't. But yeah, I think I'm getting a clearer idea what I'm dealing with here." And he reaches down with both hands to grasp the sides of Scrubs' head and with a strange almost-gentleness twists, intent on snapping his neck and killing him.
It's a mercy killing, really.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 17, 2010 21:54:14 GMT -5
A mercy-killing for one who neither deserves nor asks for it, and is certainly incapable showing it.
The hand Spinister has cuffed does twitch and tries to swing at Kup in an highly ineffectual manner. Token effort only, though, as Scrubs can't even complete half the range of motion needed for the blow to land.
Scrub's neck will snap rather more easily than expected, as if the bones were all ready brittle. Given that, and how the inside of the creature was almost entirely dust, one might wonder if this is the first "skin" that's been used up by... whatever is inside since this has been going on.
Just before Kup snaps his neck, Scrub's one eye swings toward Spinster- more accurately, toward Singe. Again, there's an almost pleading cast to that look, but it fades as the light of life fades.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 17, 2010 22:57:37 GMT -5
Spinister's rotor blades would be drooping if they were still attached. Instead, his shoulders sag. Spinister didn't want him to die yet! Autobots ruin all of Spinister's fun!
He drops the bandages and picks up Singe, who is more than a little creeped out by that thing looking at him, and Singe transforms into his flamethrower mode, Hairsplitter forming the supercharger.
Spinister politely gives Kup time to get out of the way, and then he opens up for a very thorough cremation. He can take ashes back to the station.
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Post by Kup on Aug 18, 2010 20:46:05 GMT -5
Kup moves swiftly out of the way, letting Spinister torch him. He keeps his rifle ready, not trusting Spinister not to turn Singe on him, as he searches over the room. But at this point, he's forced to think of the finances of the matter - he's looking for evidence that he took out his mark, since Spinister's in the process of destroying most of it. Hmmm, if he could find that wretched video that they showed at the beginning...
"I wouldn't be too surprised if this place doesn't last much longer. You'll probably want to search it while you get the chance, but I'm betting there's nothing too useful left to be learned here," he scowls.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 18, 2010 22:42:08 GMT -5
Oh look, you finally get an expression other than blandness from Scrubs.
It's a look of abject horror tinged with an eerie peace just before he's engulfed in flame.
There won't be much of anything left, little ash even, at that temperature. But if they they want proof of death, they'll have it.
There's a desk off to one side that has several folders in it. Each folder appears to contain detailed photos of each of Scrub's reclamations efforts.
OOC: I don't have much more to add. So scene is skippable for now.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 18, 2010 23:17:55 GMT -5
Spinister digs the horror. The peace? Not so much. Once he's done, he pulls out a sample baggie and sends Hairsplitter off to try to brush the little bits of ash left into the baggie.
He himself if off to completely ransack the place! Oh hey, hideously gory folders! Spinister thinks he'll be keeping some of these, thanks!
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Post by Kup on Aug 19, 2010 16:35:08 GMT -5
Hideously gory folders? Aka, evidence. Spinister's free to keep some, or even most of them, but Kup grabs one up before the Mayhem can make off with all of them. He opens the folder briefly, snarls at what he sees, closes it, and then subspaces it.
Then he stands straight and looks around the room.
"I ain't staying. I'm getting the feeling that if I keep searching this place, I'm gonna want to murder someone soon." He looks at Spinister. "Having a 'Con handy's entirely too convenient for that, but I don't need the hassle that comes with being a cop killer just now."
He turns away and heads towards the exit.
"Eh. Hopefully I'll just be able to kill you next time I see you."
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped or prevented, though Kup will still be around to hear any responses Spinister has.
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