PHYSICAL TORTURE: save your tears, i'll reap your sorrow slowly.

[buyan]

 

TRIGGER WARNING: this meme contains extremely graphic content.
if you are not comfortable with drastic violence, please don't proceed.

i. self-mutilation. for whatever reason, you're your own worst enemy. can another character save you from yourself, or are they in the same boat? maybe it's neither and they just like to watch.
ii. otherwise inflicted. one character is the torturer, one character is the tortured. state your preference or assume the top commenter is in the tortured position.

1. DISMEMBERMENT/AMPUTATION: You should never get too attached to your limbs. Who knows when you'll lose one? Or have it taken from you. Hands, feet, arms, elbows, if it sticks out, it can be snapped, sawed, crushed or pulled off. Better staunch that stump quick, unless life isn't worth living without your favourite foot. 2. IRREVERSIBLE SENSORY DEPRIVATION: See, speak, and hear no norhing. While temporarily muting a sense can heighten the others and make for a fun time in the short term, it's probably not an adjustment you'd want to make permanently. Too bad. Perforated eardrums, plucked eyes, and cut tongues fall under this category -- and don't forget those other senses you could always do without, like touch and smell. 3. FLAYING/SKINNING/SCALPING: People are layered. Time to find out exactly how much. Peel, shave, or pull the flesh off yourself or others and maybe you'll expose their true nature. Or organs. Probably that second thing. 4. SCARIFICATION/TATTOOING/BRANDING: Make your mark. Ritualism, boredom, or for any number of reasons, it's time to claim what's yours. Brand it with red-hot iron, slice it with a scalpel, write it in permanent ink -- make sure you're never forgotten. 5. BLUNT TRAUMA: Stop the blood flowing and keep the fun going. Blunt trauma involves any painful force that doesn't break the skin. Hitting, kicking, beating with brass knuckles or bats, and breaking bones. Nobody said anything about internal bleeding, did they? 6. TRAPS: From medieval torture devices such as iron maidens to the infamous reverse beartrap of the Saw series, isn't technology fascinating? Push your face through knives to activate the switch that releases your bonds, or stretch yourself thinner on a rack. For more implements, check the instruments of torture page. 7. PERFORATION/LACERATION: The opposite of blunt force trauma, this option is for those that prefer to dig a little deeper. Cut the skin with knives, suspend it with hooks, lash it with whips. Shallow or mortal wounds, see red red red! 8. EATEN ALIVE: A body is a terrible thing to waste. Perhaps you're the guest of honor at a cannibal's feast, you've been thrown to the dogs, or zombies, or there's always the good old brown rats ready to burrow through your bowels with a little incentive. 9. TEMPERATURE: Burned, boiled, frozen, drenched in wax, it's uncomfortably hot or cold in here and taking off all your clothes probably won't do the trick this time. 10. PHARMACOLOGICAL: You're the guinea pig in this ethics-committee-bypassing experiment, lucky you! Injections are the name of the game. Induce pain, pleasure, hallucinations, sleep, sleep deprivation, the sky's the limit. Or just toss them into a pit of hypodermic needles. Cause you know. That's cool. Oh and don't forget about withdrawal! 11. FREAK-FOR-ALL: Don't see it above? Don't worry about it. If it hurts, it belongs in here, so let your imagination run free, you twisted wild thing, and wreak a little misery. ♥

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i have no idea what i'm doing

[ironsights]

[ wow i haven't rped properly in ages let's see if i can still do this

here comes the bullshit AU set-up okay

here it comes

here it comes!!!!!




desperate times call for desperate measures. that's how the saying goes, isn't it? and these must be truly desperate times -- because sending one man off to infiltrate a heavily-guarded base to assassinate the enemy's leading figure is tantamount to suicide. the chances of pulling off such a mission are close to zero in the first place, and even in the case that the mission can be pulled off successfully, odds of the perpetrator to making it back to safety alive are astronomically low.

and yet, here he is.

kazama can feel his pulse thumping in his chest, ringing in his ear, and he forces himself to remain calm, breathing in slow rasps -- eyes firmly trained on russia's back.

it had been tough, slipping into the facility, disposing of a few key guards, stealing a uniform and finding a similar-looking member of russia's most elite, close-kept guard force to impersonate. the low-brimmed hat and face-mask assigned as part of the uniform to guard against the biting cold help, of course, practically masking his face, and kazama's fairly sure he's managed to avoid drawing any attention to himself thus far. and so all that's left now -- is to tail russia to somewhere private, extract information from him, then finish him off. speaking hoarsely to mask his slight accent, he'd volunteered to the guard captain that he'd escort russia back to his office before resuming patrol duties. which led to here, and now.

he mimics the mannerisms of russia's soldiers perfectly, flawlessly playing the role of a mindless, obedient guard, and he waits for russia to enter his office. pulls off a sharp salute and turns as if to leave and head back to the main patrol area. but the moment that russia turns his back -- kazama moves. it only takes him a moment to take the assault rifle slung across his back and grasp it in both hands, and he lunges forward, aiming to smash the rifle's stock into the base of russia's skull. a quick, crushing blow to knock him unconscious. ]

swoons!!!!!

[za_rodina]

[In all honesty, Russia doesn't even know what he's doing here. The world around him crackles and burns, set ablaze by forces tearing it apart, and while in the beginning there had been a deep well of righteousness and glory -- now he just feel numb, bored with all that languishes beneath his fingertips.

He's the figurehead, the monster who steps from the shadows and smiles so sugar sweet he can't be anything terrible. It's a job he's well suited for, and Russia hides the blood staining his hands beneath gloves and seemingly gentle mannerisms, builds up until he is upon a pedestal and the world is beneath his boot.

In some dim way, he feels almost invincible, untouchable, and maybe it's his own fury and danger thrumming at his fingertips, because the last person who tried to kill him found out just why Russia had achieved all that he has. Still, perhaps he has gotten used to it, this pedestal of his, and he does not expect Kazama. Nobody does.

Russia doesn't know what clues him in, maybe it's the sound of cloth and rifle cutting through air, maybe it's a sharper breath, a long ingrained paranoia. Russia doesn't know, but that blow misses it's mark, slamming instead into the side of his skull as he tries to dodge. It doesn't knock him out but the world goes a bit sideways, jumbled and dark, and he stumbles, even as he lashes out with his bare hands.

Russia has never been one to go down without a fight, and he snarls, bares his teeth even though the room is swimming and his limbs feel sluggish -- that blow had had enough force there to knock a lesser being out after all. He can feel the give of a body beneath his knuckles, knows he's landed one punch at the very least, but then like a felled oak, Russia stumbles backwards, head hitting the ground as he goes. The world ebbs black at the edges, seeps across his vision even as his gaze lulls upon the hazy, covered sight of Kazama's face. He blinks--

--and slips unconscious.]

GUESS WHO ROLLED A NINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ironsights]

[ stubborn. and strong. kazama feels the rifle's heavy weight jolt in his hands, feels the impact it makes against russia's skull vibrate through the metal. it's a blow that would easily knock out most people, even kill someone weak -- and somehow, russia still manages to throw out a solid punch before collapsing. the impact of knuckles into his unprotected side is enough to make kazama double over with a quiet gasp, and he has to fight to keep himself quiet, letting out stifled coughs as he watches russia collapses. a few small twitches before that massive body goes still. thank god. kazama's a trained agent, but he's pretty sure a full-on confrontation would have gotten incredibly ugly.

the first thing he does is get to his feet -- ignoring the dull ache radiating through his chest -- and carefully peek out into the hallways. completely empty. no sign of anyone having heard any commotion. so the door is locked, then jammed shut with a spare chair. it's been drilled into his head, exactly what he needs to do. so kazama's movements are efficient, machine-like, without hesitation, without emotion -- he simply does what needs to be done.

he hefts russia's limp body into a chair -- grunting from the exertion, the effort straining heavily at his bruised ribs -- then gingerly reaches into his jacket. extracts a leather case of medical vials and syringes that he's managed to keep unbroken so far. a knife is used to slice away at russia's sleeve, and kazama injects the contents of the first vial into that now-bare forearm before giving a long exhale. (something to shorten russia's breaths, tighten at his lungs -- render him unable to speak loudly or call for help. deaden his nerves, make it much, much harder for him to move. make him feel numb. he should be able to talk, but anything more would be difficult.) ]

Wake up. [ his voice is low, level, and not entirely disrespectful as kazama grabs a hand at russia's shoulder and shakes him one, twice, firmly, to wake him up. a pause before kazama pulls away the mask hiding his face -- at this point, there's no use keeping it on any more. he waits until russia's conscious before speaking concisely, ] I intend to keep this as painless as possible. Answer my questions without causing trouble and this will be quick.