(And now for the recollection thingy) Celia blinks up at Lusaut, her lips twisting into a scowl as she determines whether he's lying to her or if he truly doesn't remember her. After a moment of staring at the Miqozen, the Garlean girl lets out a sigh and scribbles something onto a piece of paper that she then holds up for him to see. "Murder is Bad. Remember?"
You know between the one with Caius and the dergin and this one… I honestly don’t know which one is more terrifying. Though this one is getting an automatic under a Keep Reading start because it’s gonna get… gruesome >_>;;;;;
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CONTENT WARNING
Lusaut is his own warning but this response will contain the likely following: Torture, Gore, Graphic Violence, Blood, Torture Devices, Language, and just general bad things. Please take care when continuing and reading. And remember, Lusuat is very much -not- a nice character and anything involving him should be seen as not good/nice. Viewer discretion is advised with all things Lusaut.
It was the same as always… screams would fill the worship like a disturbing orchestra as the Miqozen worked. This time his client had made it very clear what they wanted, and that was to keep his current ‘prize’ alive. Alive? Really… keep them alive? The snarled up sneer to cross his lips as the word played continuously in his mind. Did the bastard know how hard it was to keep anyone alive with the methods that they had requested?
More screams… and the normally dark quarters lit up with flashes of blues and some yellows. Electrical magic and machines were brought out just for this particular person and Lusaut had made sure that the poor sod was stripped down and had liquids on his form just to allow for that electricity to course through his body… he also had a grounding agent to make sure that the currents didn’t go through the guys heart and kill him.
“I will not ask you again Master Dauvuet…” he muttered out, a rolling purr in his voice as he twisted his fingers through long locks of hair and tugged the Elezen’s head back “You have something of great interest and importance to someone of House Dzemael… you know what I speak of and you know where it is…”
The Miqozen was greeted with further silence though he hissed out softly as his prey spat in his face and actually managed to get right into his eye which stung like a bitch. Lusaut recoiled ever so slightly before he growled out and slammed the man’s head back into the back of the chair… claws digging deep into the scalp as he hissed “You won’t be fighting much longer…” was the response as Lusaut drew away and grabbed a very fresh bucket of boiling oil that Oktai had brought to him not too long ago.
This time the Elezen was screeching and violently lashing around in his chain bindings as Lusaut just tossed the boiling liquid onto his form and paired it up with more electricity. The blue lights sparking almost uncontrollably as the Miqozen would focus on the most sensitive of targets… and he had no intentions of stopping. Not right now anyway. And it wasn’t until he felt a hand firmly gripping his shoulder that he jerked back and glared, his bloodied form heaving a couple breaths as he looked toward the Au Ra who had disturbed him.
“A guest for you Master Durendaire…” it was all Oktai had to say as he motioned back towards the young woman who had followed him despite his telling her not to.
“I do not have time for children Oktai… take her away and throw her out.” Lusaut hissed out through gritted teeth, he had looked to the young woman as she stared at him. Looking somewhat shocked by his response before the anger took over.
She didn’t seem to care that he was dripping with blood soaking him right now, didn’t even care that he had some magical object that could fry her poor little hand if she dared to touch it. No… she was glaring at him, scowling and more than that… she didn’t like what he was doing. Oktai was thankfully there to grab her should he need to, prepared to take any sort of lashing out that Lusaut may have in case things got out of hand.
And with the Miqozen that was easily something that could happen as he glowered towards the Garlean and he was standing upright. He could hear the rasping breathes of his current victim attempting to beg for help and he growled again, grabbing the nearest metal object…. which happened to be a rod with several sharp points on the end and just swinging it. Striking the Elezen’s face hard and causing bone to crack and fracture with the force of the blow… Lusuat didn’t stop there as he lashed it across the man’s chest several times before finally stopping and just tossing the rod to a side.
“I believe you deserve a break Master Durendaire…” Oktai spoke up and he carefully took the young Garlean’s hand to gently lead her back from Lusuat “I can start a pot of coffee for you and fix a few things.” he added before seeing how the Miqozen just hissed before turning to shove past him and the young woman.
Though as he did the little Garlean was tugging away from Oktai to rush ahead and get in front of Lusaut again. This time standing in his way as the Miqozen growled out and was jerking his clawed hand up… which got the Au Ra to get over and grab his wrist before he could strike the girl. The Miqozen was shaking… and he snarled more before he saw the girl just quickly scribbling down something on a card of paper before holding it up, still glaring at Lusuat as she did so.
“Murder is bad. Remember?”
Lusaut was silent as he looked at the paper before he snorted out and snarled more “Not all murder is bad girl… I’ve told you this many times before. Now leave before I make good on slapping the shite out of you.” he hissed before twisting his hand out of Oktai’s and moving to round the corner. He had to clean up… and it was obvious that the oil he’d splashed his victim with had actually hit him as well…
