Post by Derry on Jun 15, 2021 18:35:54 GMT -5
Thread PL: 50,000 | Items: Scouter, Healthy Beet
Despite how late it is at night, the bustling landscape of West City never truly sleeps, at least downtown. The outskirts were a completely different story, as everyone around was winding down for the night and preparing for a hard day of work tomorrow. For a certain crime boss, however, sleep isn't really much of an option. Derry works around the clock maintaining the Dirty Snakes. Taking care of paperwork, working through various illegal deals, and now, taking care of some traitorous rats was on his bucket list for tonight.
In one of the abandoned industrial parks of West City, a few strands of pink flames surround the doors leading into one of the warehouses, burning any ordinary citizen if they get too close. Derry wants no witnesses for what he's about to do to the rat, a man by the name of Yogt. Strapped to a chair in the middle of the warehouse and gagged with a single white cloth, Derry stands right in front of the traitor, tossing around a single pink fireball before moving it closer towards Yogt. The man struggles to get out of his chair and scream for help, but Derry only holds it closer to his face while making a hushing sound.
"Ya already knew what was gonna happen when ya stole that tuffle tech, Yogt," Derry coldly states, the flames starting to lick the tail of the cloth in the man's mouth. It catches fire, and the pink flames start heading for Yogt's lips before suddenly coming to a halt before moving backwards. Derry waves his index finger back and forth, moving the flame up and down the tail of the cloth at will as if toying with the traitor. "Now, if you're willin' to tell me where ya took the tuffle tech, you'll make it outta here with a broken bone here and there. Now lemme hear what ya have to say." He extinguishes the fireball in his hand and puts it up to his ear as Yogt mumbles some nonsense as he is still gagged by the cloth. The man panics more and more while Derry was taking his sweet time with the man, softening him up until he was really ready to talk. Derry expects the man to scream the moment he removes the cloth, so he'll have to be just a bit more patient.
Despite how late it is at night, the bustling landscape of West City never truly sleeps, at least downtown. The outskirts were a completely different story, as everyone around was winding down for the night and preparing for a hard day of work tomorrow. For a certain crime boss, however, sleep isn't really much of an option. Derry works around the clock maintaining the Dirty Snakes. Taking care of paperwork, working through various illegal deals, and now, taking care of some traitorous rats was on his bucket list for tonight.
In one of the abandoned industrial parks of West City, a few strands of pink flames surround the doors leading into one of the warehouses, burning any ordinary citizen if they get too close. Derry wants no witnesses for what he's about to do to the rat, a man by the name of Yogt. Strapped to a chair in the middle of the warehouse and gagged with a single white cloth, Derry stands right in front of the traitor, tossing around a single pink fireball before moving it closer towards Yogt. The man struggles to get out of his chair and scream for help, but Derry only holds it closer to his face while making a hushing sound.
"Ya already knew what was gonna happen when ya stole that tuffle tech, Yogt," Derry coldly states, the flames starting to lick the tail of the cloth in the man's mouth. It catches fire, and the pink flames start heading for Yogt's lips before suddenly coming to a halt before moving backwards. Derry waves his index finger back and forth, moving the flame up and down the tail of the cloth at will as if toying with the traitor. "Now, if you're willin' to tell me where ya took the tuffle tech, you'll make it outta here with a broken bone here and there. Now lemme hear what ya have to say." He extinguishes the fireball in his hand and puts it up to his ear as Yogt mumbles some nonsense as he is still gagged by the cloth. The man panics more and more while Derry was taking his sweet time with the man, softening him up until he was really ready to talk. Derry expects the man to scream the moment he removes the cloth, so he'll have to be just a bit more patient.
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