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[Thread] SUB ZERO [Ibiki, Kankurou]

Apr 08, 2009 00:08

Who: Ibiki and Kankurou
What: Bitch at Ibiki all you like. The man will get his way.
When: Early morning (for starters), around 0100 (post Kankurou's Vegas mission)
Where: Kankurou's bedroom, and Ibiki's Very Special Funhouse 8D
Notes/Warnings: Probably some swearing ( Read more... )

thread, ibiki, kankurou

Comments 3

profanitize April 10 2009, 20:44:03 UTC

Kankurou wasn't stupid, really, nor was he just a garbage-talking kid that had nothing else better to do than to smoke grass on his off-days. He just liked the way the shit messed around with his chemically enhanced systems, was all. Took the shitty technicians a couple of painful hours to flush it all out, which always proved to be amusing in the end.

However, he apparently was stupid enough to intimidate and back talk to the newest faculty member that seemed like some kind of sadistic freak on a leash with a limit for understanding bullshit. It was his luck that these five hulking men were surrounding him and close to handing his ass to him, but he wasn't that stupid to not at least try to get out of the shit he had got himself into.

He was conscious (how could you not be when five fucking elephants came into the room) and couldn't for the life of him figure out what to do. They were good, that he could tell by the whisper of their shoes against the floors, hard to pick up unless you were dead asleep, which wasn't the case ( ... )

scarredsilly April 17 2009, 08:14:01 UTC

Rogers gave a snort in response to the foot in his face; Tailor had a bit more to say on the matter. In one swift movement the two of them lunged to seize their target's arms and legs. Davis and Reeves hurried around the bed to tie his wrists and ankles. A gag and a hood were in place in a heartbeat, and without Ibiki having to say so much as a word, Kankurou was shoved in a sack and hauled out of the room.

There weren't many people out and about this time of night, but there were a few, and those few caught a very good look at Ibiki's outright evil grin of anticipation. It had been a while since he'd had such a glorious chance at some harmless (if a bit hellish) good fun, and he was practically humming to himself as he followed two steps behind his crew ( ... )

profanitize April 22 2009, 19:32:37 UTC

FORTY-EIGHT HOURS LATER

It was cold. It was really fucking cold.

However, it was something that Kankurou's numb mind told him, but his nerves just wouldn't respond anymore to it. Yes, it was cold, but there was seriously a whole lot of other shit having gone on to make his sensory equipment to give a shit.

He didn't know how long it had been since he was first seated into the metal chair and then stripped of all his clothing. In a nicely almost sub-zero freezing air conditioned room. It could've explained why he was cold, but the temperature was definitely the least of his worries when the son of a bitch started talking.

And of course, with Kankurou being the quite vocal and responsive stubborn idiot he was, he had tossed back the same insults and mocked him as well. But then with the constant watering of his hot-tempered self with iced water, it soon came to be that he couldn't even speak so much of a word unless he wanted his tongue to be gnawed off by his chattering teeth. It was a curse that the nanomachines in his ( ... )