Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-25924729-20161205055313

Moments later, Lyko reentered the room dusting off his hands and wearing a cruel grin, his way of appearing as the “bad cop”. He took one look at their second victim and his expression turned grim.

“Good choice, this guy’s name is Bessie “The dentist” Parov, the worst one in the bunch. He works in our intelligence department as an “Interviewer”, which is just a nice way of saying torture and interrogation. My brother and him get along cause they’re both sick fucks. Which means he’ll probably know a lot, but will be tough to crack unlike Shinji. Ain’t that right?”

The large man, having just regained consciousness addressed his captors with a sneer. “Fock off…” he mumbled in a thick north Atlesian (Russian) accent.

“Now now Bessie-boy~, that’s no way to talk to your hosts. Looks like I’ll have to clean out that dirty mouth of yours.” Lyko crooned, looming over the bound man. He reached out and plucked a small tool from Bessie’s pocket.

“Ah yes, the lucky pliers: Your favorite tool to use right, that’s how you got your nickname? Ever wondered how it feels to be on the receiving end of these? I’ve watched you work, and I know your technique… Of course, my aim may be a bit off cause y’know, one arm. But hey, who said you need to be able to speak to tell us what we want. Now say ahh…~”