HELL OF A HANGOVER PT. 2

[ringleaders]

Who: The people who were captured or turned.
When: Very early Day 66 to Day 67
Where: Vampire Hell
What: Those that were captured by the vampires are brought back to one of their demonic home dimensions to be imprisoned or integrated into the pack. People can start moving over here as they resolve their threads at the masquerade.
Warnings: Horrible BS, most likely. Violence, sexuality, torture, etc.

GOING TO HELL↴ You don't get to see what the outside of the fortress looks like, since when you were brought here, it was either by portal or by a ritual summoning ring set up by the vampires. However, the realm is easy to get the gist of - it's about classically hell dimension as you can imagine. Lava runs throughout the fortress like water in Venice, and the architecture is smooth black and grey stone that puts a significant effort into looking imposing. Skulls, demons, suggestive nudity - it's all carved straight into the pillars, or provided via ornate tapestry. It's hot, too, though not as hot as it should realistically be while standing at the edge of a lava pool. Prisoners and freshly turned vampires will end up separated - those that have been captured will be chained in iron and locked within a great stone cell within the center of a ring of lava (as pictured above), with only narrow bridges leading across it. Those that have been turned will be unceremoniously thrown into the living areas of the other neonate vampires - which turns out to be a cavernous pit of almost-rooms where a vast quantity of newly turned vampires have been left to sort themselves out. ► IMPRISONED: The supervisors (or other captives that have made themselves exceptions) will be bound with iron and left in a large cell kept separate from the rest of the prison. At first, they'll all be locked in there together - spread around the walls of the dungeon to be kept apart from each other, but able to communicate across the gap. As time goes on, they may be pulled away for "special treatment" - whatever cruel fate the vampires end up having in mind for them, whether that be interrogation, brainwashing, or simply aimless torment. Sometimes they'll be brought back, and other times they won't. How exactly they are bound is up to you, but at the very least each prisoner should have either a collar or shackles of iron, which will rob veteran characters of most of their powers. It will be extremely uncomfortable, too. ► FORSAKEN: The newly turned vampires will be introduced to their "hazing" almost immediately - that is, they'll be mixed in with the other neonates, apparently collected from at least three different words. Most of them appear human, however, so the looks of the new arrivals may set them apart - potential in ways that may cause them difficulties. These young vampires have been dumped into a series of caverns and left to live with each other, with animals or human victims occasionally tossed in for them to feed. There is not enough blood to go around, ultimately, and the human victims are highly preferred over the animals - these means there is constant and violent competition over who gets to feed. The ideal is for the neonates to thin their own ranks, allowing the strongest and most canny to survive long enough to be accepted into the rest of the clan. You'll want to stick together - after all, vampires can feed off of each other, as well. ► MORNINGSTAR: Apparently the demon in charge of this all is a creature that calls herself "Morningstar." You won't see her long if you see her at all - the only sight of her you see is a form within a black cultist's robe, with their face concealed in shadow. Beyond her, you can continue using adult or neonates vampire NPCS to torment your characters, or ask the mods for the presence of an elder, if needed. Whatever scheme is going on here, it's clear you're just another pawn.

Comments

Joker - open to captured

[pipers_son]

A - Captured v1

[For someone who had been such a pain in the ass during both vampire assaults- as someone with a lot of energy and the ability of flight is prone to be- Joker is.... surprisingly docile when they're brought into Hell proper. This is probably a relief to his vampire handler, on account that it's actually surprisingly harder to keep a one-armed man still. After all, only one arm chained up means that he could still twist about a lot more easily than someone with two, and a wing to the face is never a pleasant experience even if it's not exactly painful.]

[But no- he keeps his wings tucked in tight, and his head bowed, and the stage manager is eventually chained up to the wall by his one wrist and, apparently for lack of many other options, his ankles.]

[When the vampires finally go and it's just all of them left, he finally lets out a whistle and slumps back. Against all odds, he's grinning once more- although one might notice it's a bit strained.]

Well. This is a load of shite, innit? I thought she- [wow wonder who he's talking about] -took care of this? Am I loony or could I have swore she was gonna take care of it?

Captured v2

[At some point, Joker gets brought away, staying as obedient as he was when he first came. It's either interrogation or torture, and the words "I'm the bleedin' stage manager, what do I know" may or may not have been uttered.]

[Apparently that wasn't enough to get him a free pass, because he's brought back with one antler cracked, shimmering opal all the brighter in it, and the side of his face brilliantly bruised as if he was smashed into something. (He was.) There's the smell of blood about him, but it seems likely that his clothing is hiding wherever the wound is.]

[When he's finally back in his shackles, he swears something awful under his breath and glowers up at the cell door.]

Fuckers. At least they didn't go for my hand this time.

[His tone says that he's expecting that to change the next time he's picked up.]

C - fuck vampires (NPC Fuckery)

[He's biding his time.]

[Joker knows he's not the best fighter in the carnival. Definitely not the best magician, although all the iron that's been steadily burning through his wrist would ensure that it wouldn't really matter anyway.]

[But no one is perfect. If they just let their guard down for one second...]

[Time to go through the ringer again- they've unlocked his chains to take him along, and he lets himself be hauled up even though a grimace passes over his pretty face as his wings shift for balance. They tore up his god damn back the last time, and every stretch or curl of his feathery limbs sends a spam of pain throughout his spine. He's waiting for them to start plucking the feathers or just straight up cut them off next- although maybe that'd make him less attractive. He can't tell if they value him as a pretty bauble or chew toy more.]

[As he's escorted out from the cell, his bright pink eyes warily survey the vampire that's doing it today. He'd be chatty, normally, but.... he doesn't think he should waste any breath.]

[Likely he'll be screaming more than enough to make up for it.]

CAPTURED V1

[osteothropy]

[Oh, shut up, Joker.]

She did.

[Sans's voice rumbles from a bit further into the cell - he's presently naked but otherwise unharmed looking, besides the places where the iron is turning his bones a sickly glowing blue. His face is about as close to not smiling as it ever gets, though. He doesn't really have the patience for this shit right now.]

So, your guess is as good as mine.

Re: CAPTURED V1

[pipers_son]

[fight him, sans]

[Or, you know, not, and it has nothing to do with the restraints. Sans’ voice is perhaps the one that could get Joker to stop pursuing this particular line of conversation, and there’s a quiet noise of aggravation pushed out from behind clenched teeth.]

Well. Fuck.

[Still smiling. He seems to be doing it out of spite now.]

She’s not gonna take this layin’ down. I mean, her first plan of action was tryin’ ta blow that thing up.

[osteothropy]

Probably.

[Sans won't really argue that part. He fully expects that the Ringmaster will do something about this, for the sake of her own ego if nothing else. It's just a matter of whether or not it will make a difference to them.]

Just depends how much collateral damage there is first...

[pipers_son]

Ha. There ain’t really anyone ta talk her down from doin’ anythin’ foolish now, is there?

[Since all the supervisors are, well. Unless certain people have come back, but Joker isn’t putting his faith in anything like that. His fingers knead into the wood of his palm.]

We don’t have enough people for this kinda nonsense….

C - For CUT YOU UP

[onlyabackup]

[She's small and slight of frame, but she's not afraid of their prisoner. She was rarely afraid of anyone. An adult vampire in her prime Rin was faster and stronger than the much taller man she led with a chain. It was fascinating to her how easy it was to capture these carnival workers. Just a bit of iron and they completely fell apart. Of course her kind was just as susceptible to silver, but at least silver was harder to find. Iron was in practically everything. It was in the knife she wore at her belt, and in the claw tips she wore like rings over her right hand.]

[She looks him over as they walk, noticing his serious demeanor.]

You're quiet today, my pretty Songbird.

[She smiles, turning to look at him over her shoulder.]

Don't tell me you've forgotten how to sing?

[They could always play the strong and silent bit at first, but they always ended up breaking and gibbering eventually. Just thinking of that moment sent a thrill throughout her body. They get to the room, a place that might be familiar to Joker by now, and she leads him to a chair in the middle of it.]

Sit.

[pipers_son]

[Ugh. This one again. He really doesn't like the way she looks at him, something that puts all his 'prey' instincts on overdrive as best as he hides it. Maybe it's the part of him that's bird or deer, or maybe it's just the part of him that's human.]

[So long in the carnival, it's impossible to tell.]

[Either way, her commentary earns a raise of his eyebrows and his mouth quirks a bit downwards. 'Songbird'. One nickname he thinks he could do without.]

Could sing a lotta songs, but I don't think much folks here have an appreciation for the kinda ones I like best.

[They like much louder songs that are a lot less fun for the singer, he's come to find.]

[But that's all 'play', much as anything can be called her, and he goes to flop himself into the chair without much need for hassle. They all know he'll end up in this damn thing anyway, even if his legs need to be broken for it. Speaking of legs, he crosses one over the other, like this is all casual and he's not liable to get his ass beat for it, and his wings flop out over the armrests best they can for comfort. Some feathers flutter out with the action; he's starting to molt from the god damn stress.]

[onlyabackup]

[It's beautiful how wretched he look, it makes her happy just thinking about it. His pretty hair is a mess, his skin sallow, and his feathers, well to say he looked haggard would be an understatement. To think this was the same man that had so actively resisted them in his fine clothes and with his fine looks. It was wonderful.]

I don't know if that's true. I heard you make some lovely sounds just the other day.

[She walks around the chair, circling him slowly like a vulture does a carcass. Joker was as good as dead, so why couldn't she have a little fun with him? There wasn't any reason not to. She stops behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and then trailing it down to press into the wounds on his back.]

Was this what got you singing?

[pipers_son]

[People don't realize how much effort it takes fake relaxation. Even right now, with his years of experience, he has to force himself to do it, and it leaves his heart twisting in his chest from tension as she disappears from his immediate line of sight.]

[Probably won't do any good in the end. Whether they see lasting evidence of their actions or get their kicks out of kicking people down again, vampires are sadists of all sorts. That's what he's come to learn.]

[Try as he might, he can't resist the way his shoulders go slightly rigid at her touch, only to lock up completely as pain ratchets through him again. Stubborn, he grits his teeth together, voice muffled.]

I can't rightly recall, although that might be the lack of food, if I had ta make a proper guess.

[onlyabackup]

[Her finger digs into his flesh at the response, the iron tips that cover her claws ripping deep into the meat of his back.]

Is that so.

[She sounds as calm as ever, despite the pain she knows she is causing him.]

I don't have the patience to wait for starvation I'm afraid. I guess we'll have to find another way for today.

[She pulls her hand away, his blood staining her hand. She circles around to the front of him as she carefully lifts her hand to her face to lick at the red stain. Once she's cleaned it, she smiles at him again, reaching for his hand.]

Tell me, can you feel with this wooden limb?

[pipers_son]

[Bloody iron. Bleedin', wretched, hellish iron. He thinks the words to himself, tries to lock away in his mind as his skin burns cold and painful, and frankly he's not sure how long he'll hold out. But then she's pulling her fingers out from his skin, and his string-taut body goes slack as he slumps forward with a gasp.]

[God damn iron.]

[Breathing hard from even that much, he glances up at her footsteps, wary once again, and once he sees what she's reaching for, he jerks his hand to go beneath his seat. Even as he does it, he thinks fuck.]

[Now if that isn't a dead giveaway.]

Define 'feel'.

[onlyabackup]

[She stops as he pulls his hand away, looking surprised for just a moment, but she doesn't say a thing before pulling her hand back and meeting his gaze. She doesn't look upset, in fact, she smiles.]

I'm sure you know what feel means.

[And quicker than he can follow she raises her hand and gives him an open palmed smack straight across the face. The force of it is enough to knock him out of his seat, if it weren't for the armrests.]

You felt that, didn't you?

V2

[dorkypantsuit]

What did they do?

[He's not even looking Joker's way, but his voice is clear.]

[pipers_son]

Asked a bunch of bleedin’ useless questions.

[That’s not it at all, and he shifts with a grimace, trying to find a way to sit and position his wings so that he’s not in anymore pain than he needs to be.]

How are ya holdin’ up?

[dorkypantsuit]

[He's not doing super well admittedly. He's already lost his clothes at this point and gotten a nice nasty burn on his back. Not to mention the wounds he still had from the fight.]

You answer first.

[pipers_son]

Psi, I just did. C’mon- [And there’s concern twisting through his voice now, barely restrained from becoming something worse.] -did they get ya that out of it?

[dorkypantsuit]

You said what they did, not how you're doing.

[And he smiles weakly, he isn't that out of it yet even if he is in a lot of pain.]

Everything hurts, but hey, iron. Right?

[pipers_son]

Fuckin’ iron.

[It’s a dry, bitter agreement. The one change he could really use without. Still, that’s not answering the question, and he takes in a breath to steel himself.]

Just a bit a whippin’, coulda been worse. I mean, ha, at least I still got my hand, right?

[Nevermind that they’d done it to hear him scream until his throat got raw.]

B/V2

[cuckooed]

[Well. Even from beneath the amazing amount of chains on her, Koel's glower is very much apparent.]

I suppose that is one more thing I'll need to keep in mind when we all get out, isn't it?

[No one hurts Koel's own and gets away with it, damnit.]

[pipers_son]

[Somehow, just like during that first attack, Koel’s possessive bloodlust is strangely reassuring. Joker laughs, although his voice doesn’t sound nearly as vibrant as it usually is. A little rough, in fact.]

Keepin’ a tally of what they’re doin’, eh, Koel?

[cuckooed]

I may be me, but my memory is surprisingly long.

[Every. Single. Thing.]

I can only hope everyone else comes soon. This mask is getting quite painful.

[Along with, you know. Everything else, but Koel wasn't a complainer. Even though its blatantly obvious that she is not in a very good condition, at this point.]

[pipers_son]

[Ha. Christ. He’d say Koel is prepared to burn this place to the fucking ground, but, well, Hell. Kind of hard to get it anymore burnt.]

Sure you’ll be able to hold on with that thing?

[cuckooed]

...I've got to. Who else will make the food?

[She swallows deeply.]

She'll come for us. You know she will, she's...got too much pride not to.

[pipers_son]

Jims and Hinawa at least…. They’ll be able ta look after people while we're stuck, yeah?

[Hey, guess who wasn’t told one of those people is a vampire now? Ha. Ha. Still, he takes a deep breath and steels himself to speak with more confidence than he necessarily has on hand.]

Oh, ain’t a doubt about that. Besides, that’s theft, innit? She never did take too kindly ta that. Long as our contracts are goin’, she won’t let us go so easily.

[cuckooed]

Yes. Of course. I hope that they are doing well with that, while I'm gone.

[Through the mask, it probably is obvious she's closing her eyes.]

There are others waiting for us, as well. I would be quite cross if I couldn't get back to them.