Re: World-Valencia

[Sydney Underhill]

The look in the witchdoctor's eyes as he looked up at Ulysses was one of silent defiance and pure hate, but he did not speak out loud. Not quite yet.

"Now that you've been knocked off of your pedestal..." Sydney sneered, wiping the dried blood that had splattered over one side of her face out of her eye, "Will you continue to defy us, or will you speak...?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Feel free to try whatever you can think of, mindless slaves of Kane."Cyrus spat, "what can you do after I've nearly shattered his mind?"

[Sydney Underhill]

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

The Commodore stepped forwards, placing her gloved, bloodstained hands on her hips.

"I wouldn't say we're mindless...we can be creative. I'll ensure you that you'll see plenty of that..." She held herself back from laughing, at least for now, for the sake of maintaining a somewhat controlled composure.

[Ulysses Septimus]

"You will know pain by a thousandfold."Ulysses promised darkly, "pain more than you could ever imagine, pain for interfering with the Armada."

"And for assaulting Albinus Crassus."A familiar voice spoke, montonous and somewhat dark...

Servus Decimus had stepped into the room, not bothering to wipe the blood from his mask-face, painting an eerily picture that was both fear inspiring and beautiful...

[Sydney Underhill]

"Should have thought of that before you made...stupid choices, don't you think?"

As soon as Decimus had spoken, however, the Commodore's attention had almost immediately left the chained witchdoctor as she all but ran to the musketeer, reaching out a hand in concern upon seeing the blood on his face.

"Decimus...this...is it yours?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"No, Commander, this is not mine."As he replied, Decimus' face turned toward one of the many corpses on the ground outside, all of them dead in the same gruesome manner-

What was once the top of the pirate's head had been blown clean off, painting the earth with his blood and bits of brain matter. Multiple bayonet wounds riddled his torso, showing that he had tried to fight the sniper in hand to hand combat, thinking he could take him down... Before he was proven to be very, very wrong.

[Sydney Underhill]

"Well, I suppose a bit of Carnage looks right anywhere." Sydney laughed to herself before almost immediately snapping back into a predatory posture at a speed that was almost impossible.

"And don't think I'm not upset about Albinus." Her fingers twitched, as did her right eye. "I'll make sure you suffered what he did a thousand times, and a thousand times over again!"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Oh that was his name?"Cyrus laughed, "he put up quite a show when I used that spell... Nearly broke his mind haha, too bad I didn't get to finish-"

He was cut off by a powerful backhand delivered by Ulysses.

"So you were the one..."

Septimus' voice had darkened, dark and angry...

[Sydney Underhill]

"So it seems..." Sydney confirmed, internally flinching at the memory of the state Albinus was in when she had first seen him - bloodied and broken, in more ways than one.

[Ulysses Septimus]

Septimus turned to look at the Commodore standing right next to him.

“How do you plan to break this one?”

Make no mistakes, Ulysses is angry beyond anything, he just chose to keep it locked up inside him so he could keep the appearance of the stern and cold Armada admiral.

[Sydney Underhill]

"You see, Admiral, Albinus did manage to relay to me the details on how he was tormented." She paused then for a moment, analyzing Chamberlain like a scientist would a test subject. "He said that they had another clockwork dismantled...system functioning and all...right before him."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"What?"Ulysses growled out, his body starting to tremble as anger slowly took grip of his mind. "Am... I... Hearing... This... Correctly?! Mercilus... Did... That?" He spat each word out like they tasted bitter in his mouth.

The admiral drew in several deep breathes, ordering for himself to calm down, before hissing, "Chamberlain... How does he fit into this?"

[Sydney Underhill]

"Why, he first broke the cognitive barriers by creating visions, hallucinations, of the ruination of Valencia, the Armada, and even Lord Kane himself...he forced these upon Albinus, and left him mentally defenseless."

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses said nothing, his eyes betrayed his thoughts--they were virtually glowing with blood red hellfire--as he slowly turned, glowering at the chained witchdoctor, growling in a tone that was eerily similar to the one Kane would use when he gets angry.

"Know this, Cyrus Chamberlain, messing with the Armada will be the absolute last thing you've done... You will pay for it... With your blood and pain like hell on earth."

[Sydney Underhill]

"Now...usually, I would say that the punishment would fit the crime...but, you see, I have an idea.. shall we take him back to the lower dungeons, where we have an abundance of our methods?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"I agree with you, commodore,"Ulysses replied with his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as to resist the urge to rip Cyrus apart with his hands. "Let us do just that."

[Sydney Underhill]

((Shall we timeskip?))

[Ulysses Septimus]

((sure))

[Sydney Underhill]

They had ended up dragging Chamberlain by the chains that bound him back to the Malvolence, and although it did not have quite as large of a lower dungeon as the Interceptor, it had the supplies that were needed.

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses stepped back after Sentus Optimus clicked the chains in place on the metallic wall, his battle mask now fastened to his belt to reveal his scowl. "Not so high and mighty now, are you, Chamberlain?"

Cyrus, however, was still not afraid, still defiant, though he made no move to voice it.

[Sydney Underhill]

"He may think he can resist us, but not for long..." The Commodore took a few steps to the left, where a wide variety of pain-inflicting instruments laid spread out across a table. Not as many as the Interceptor, but certainly enough to suit her needs.

After several minutes of looking through them, Sydney selected one that looked like a massive pair of pliers, the sharpened tip coated in dried blood.

"Do you know what this is, Chamberlain?"

[Ulysses Septimus]

"No."Cyrus replied calmly, not one trace of fear in his eyes, which, for Ulysses, was soon about to change.

They would break him, cast him down from this high pedestal he had placed himself on, break his mind and will, like he had done to Albinus before.

[Sydney Underhill]

"It is a de-nailing device," Sydney explained, watching his expression closely, "And is fairly self-explanatory in its operation."

Motioning for Quintus and Decimus, who had followed them into the lower dungeons, to aim their rifles at the prisoner, Sydney unchained his wrists, freeing his hands.

"This is rather unusual of me, but I'm going to give you a choice..." She placed the device in his hand, smiling at his expression of, at first, confusion, and then realization. "You're going to strip yourself of your own nails...or I shall do it for you."

Stepping once again to the side, she retrieved a small knife that looked completely ordinary except for the fact that it had what looked like a barbed fish hook as a tip.

"And when I do it, Chamberlain...I shall do it with this."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Heh."Those were Chamberlain's only words; he would not comply, no matter what, for he was not like the clockworks, who could break fairly easily when applied enough pressure at the correct places.

The witchdoctor made no move, only to glare with defiance and hate at the Armada officers in the cell. He hated them just as much as Adrian did, though he was far wiser in speaking nothing of it, for he knew it would only earn him a slow, painful demise.

[Sydney Underhill]

"Very well. You're less intelligent than I thought, Chamberlain. How disappointing."

She re-chained one of his wrists to the wall, catching his other in her own vice-like grip and positioning the knife over the skin just below his fingernail.

"You'll regret that choice, I think."

And without further ado, Sydney sunk the hook of the knife into his skin, twisting it several times, turning the flesh into a marred mass of blood as the bone became exposed.

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