capeandcowllogs | I've seen it all/Still can't taste it

WHO: Takaya Sakaki and Tyki Mikk
WHERE: Somewhere out of the way enough for privacy
WHEN: During the Nazipire attack on the City
WARNINGS: Torture! Pissed Tyki! Soon-to-be-pissy and tortured Takaya! The possibilities are endless.
SUMMARY: Takaya pissed off Tyki by being his douchey self. In a spot of City-wide distraction, Mikk pays him back for it.
FORMAT: Para?

Takaya wasn't actively looking for trouble that night, despite what someone watching him slink through the backalleys with his hand cocked, as usual, over the handle of his revolver. Though he'd said something to the effect to the Major, he was more or less here to observe and keep out of the mental ward for just a little bit longer.

Because, y'know, he's getting sick of the ambiance. And repeated visits.

Glancing over his shoulder once, a cautious motion, he then turned and made his way down a particular alley and towards the streets. He could probably handle himself if any of the vampire Nazis ran across him, but it never hurt to be cautious.

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He watched Tyki appraise his rib, tuck it away for god knows what later, dropping his head again. The smile didn't affect him, but once those two words and their meaning set in, Takay felt a wave of something he hadn't felt in a long time. Horror. And in a way, he relished it. And it showed in the way the corner of his mouth quirked up into a sneering smile.

"Would you rather I kept count?"

"No."

At that, Tyki directed a stomp at Takaya's right knee, aiming to snap the joint just above the socket. Without letting up, he'd phase the offending appendage into the ground, pushing down with the hard heel of his boot until Takaya's leg was stuck into the concrete up to his calve.

"I'm quite capable of multitasking."

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Takaya cried out in pain again, though halfway through it warped into a growl in his throat and then nothing. He didn't bother trying to pull his now certainly broken leg out of the concrete, since it'd do nothing but make him hurt himself further and he really wasn't big on pain at the moment. Great, he was caught even more than before. He grimaced slightly, closing his eyes.

"My, you will not even take my offer into consideration? Are you really so far above me, or do you simply wish to reach me?"

His tone was as haughty as ever, though it was strained and very obviously so.

"I am what I am," he explained, his voice dripping with flatness and boredom. "Which we've gone over for about the third time since this is all started."

The heel pushed down more, sinking Takaya's leg in further and further...until Tyki caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and grimace. The Tease moved to intercept, suddenly leaving the two of them alone.

"Of all the annoyances..." he trailed, then, looking back down to Takaya with another feral grin. "Our schedule's been pushed up a tad, m'afraid."

There was no preamble other than that, no warning; as soon as he finished, Tyki stomped his foot down sideways and aimed to pulverize Takaya's kneecap instead of snap it, hoping to shard the bone into the joint behind it.

Another howl of pain, not a willful one, and Takaya hung limply as he could with his arm pinned behind him. He was more or less through with arguing or fighting, there was no point - it was apparently almost over, however, and he could handle that. He glared, however, and though it was somewhat strained and he was grimacing without noticing, it was a glare nonetheless.

"You'll pay for this - you must realize that fact."

He gave a noncommittal shrug, then began to fish in his overcoat for something. "Most likely," is all he answered, before taking out a box of cigarettes. "But, until then, I'll continue on my merry way."

He lit up a cigarette and looked toward the Tease. For a moment, he considered them before turning back to Takaya. "You'll have trouble follow suite, I imagine."

"Time does not exist for men like myself." Takaya winced, though he attempted to put power into his voice. "I will follow your steps one day, and our positions will be reversed." A promise, as hollow and threatless as it was - he was swearing his own little oath.

He inhaled and exhaled, letting the smoke coalesce around him before he nodded, almost to himself.

"Right then."

Without another word, he began to walk away.

"Wait."

--That wouldn't do. He turned on his heel and took out his cane -- a rather beautiful, mahogany thing quite as expensive as it looked -- with a slight flourish, spinning it once before settling it solidly against Takaya's other leg.

"I can't leave you like this."

And with that, he chose to phase Takaya's entire other kneecap out through the back of his leg.

Why no, he was not expecting that in the least. He made a high-pitched noise that turned into another shriek of pain, one that ended in a quivering wail. It faded off into heavy and shaky pants, occasional and quiet noises of pain now and again. No more taunting, he couldn't manage it, and simply sat there with his head bowed almost penitently.

Tyki laughed, and the noise was dry and pitiless, more vaguely amused than anything else. Part of him wanted to chide the man, to ask him how quickly he would reach the Noah with both of his legs so useless to him now?

"There, there, boy. It'll heal."

He turned and walked off without pausing, this time, all but too content to let the man stay there and rot.

I've seen it all/Still can't taste it

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