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shellphones2025-08-05 07:06 pm
menaceunleashed) wrote in shellphones2025-08-05 07:06 pm
Entry tags:
CW; TORTURE, VIOLENCE
Type: Voice/Video
Sender ID: menaceunleashed | Ganondorf
To: Public
Subject: Regarding Treachery
Warnings: CW; TORTURE, VIOLENCE
I am not one to suffer fools. When I find that not only has one of my crew taken it upon themselves to act beyond stupidly, and more so believed they could use me to their advantage...
A lesson must be taught. An example must be made. Behold, Escordvi- the price of treachery.
[The camera flickers on at this point.
A body hangs dangling, small, bloodied, and ...familiar? The skintone. The hair. That generally scrawny build. They all match a certain riftfarer who has been absent for some time now: off on a mission, then completely unresponsive to even text messages, despite one of their closest friends having recently experienced a harrowing ordeal... at the hands of Ganondorf.
No one knew who'd given Turo that ring of returning.
But Chris does love to visit Daily Kneads.
And yet, something is distinctly wrong here. Beneath the blood and bruises are scars too old and too healed to have been inflicted by Ganondorf. Dozens upon dozens of them. Some could be surgeries, others battle wounds, but most of them...
This isn't the first time they've been tortured.
Even more striking, however, are the markings. Orange, impossibly bright and intricate, a butterfly of spirals and circuitry spreading its wings across their chest and becoming lines that spread across them, entangling their limbs like vines. Not tattoos--to bright, none of the fuzziness that comes with healing--but something that looks like it's a natural part of their skin, except the bar code in the center is anything but. Marked, not like a person, but a product.
Looks like they really did have a reason for covering up after all.
They try to say something, but it's impossible to make out.
Ganondorf reaches forwards, then, forcing the figure's face to look at the camera. For all the damage inflicted, the face is unmistakable. Making it clear beyond any doubt just who this is as they try and speak again- this time, the words are, however barely, audible]
Should have betrayed you months ago.
[And then they spit right in Ganondorf's face. There's blood in their spit and blood on their lips.
There isn't even a jostle in the camera. Just the sound of a long-suffering sigh, the hand pulling back - presumably to wipe away the spit, as Ganondorf's face is out of frame - before that hand returns to cup Chris's face almost tenderly.]
The more fool you, but you will make a sufficient deterrent towards others.
[Where his hand touches skin, black starts to spread, spreading out in a pattern somewhere between veiny and weblike. As if Chris's own veins are somehow being poisoned through his magic.
And they scream like some dying animal, body writhing and thrashing as they try to pull away from Ganon's hand, gray eyes wide open but seeing nothing as their world is consumed with pain.]
Sender ID: menaceunleashed | Ganondorf
To: Public
Subject: Regarding Treachery
Warnings: CW; TORTURE, VIOLENCE
I am not one to suffer fools. When I find that not only has one of my crew taken it upon themselves to act beyond stupidly, and more so believed they could use me to their advantage...
A lesson must be taught. An example must be made. Behold, Escordvi- the price of treachery.
[The camera flickers on at this point.
A body hangs dangling, small, bloodied, and ...familiar? The skintone. The hair. That generally scrawny build. They all match a certain riftfarer who has been absent for some time now: off on a mission, then completely unresponsive to even text messages, despite one of their closest friends having recently experienced a harrowing ordeal... at the hands of Ganondorf.
No one knew who'd given Turo that ring of returning.
But Chris does love to visit Daily Kneads.
And yet, something is distinctly wrong here. Beneath the blood and bruises are scars too old and too healed to have been inflicted by Ganondorf. Dozens upon dozens of them. Some could be surgeries, others battle wounds, but most of them...
This isn't the first time they've been tortured.
Even more striking, however, are the markings. Orange, impossibly bright and intricate, a butterfly of spirals and circuitry spreading its wings across their chest and becoming lines that spread across them, entangling their limbs like vines. Not tattoos--to bright, none of the fuzziness that comes with healing--but something that looks like it's a natural part of their skin, except the bar code in the center is anything but. Marked, not like a person, but a product.
Looks like they really did have a reason for covering up after all.
They try to say something, but it's impossible to make out.
Ganondorf reaches forwards, then, forcing the figure's face to look at the camera. For all the damage inflicted, the face is unmistakable. Making it clear beyond any doubt just who this is as they try and speak again- this time, the words are, however barely, audible]
Should have betrayed you months ago.
[And then they spit right in Ganondorf's face. There's blood in their spit and blood on their lips.
There isn't even a jostle in the camera. Just the sound of a long-suffering sigh, the hand pulling back - presumably to wipe away the spit, as Ganondorf's face is out of frame - before that hand returns to cup Chris's face almost tenderly.]
The more fool you, but you will make a sufficient deterrent towards others.
[Where his hand touches skin, black starts to spread, spreading out in a pattern somewhere between veiny and weblike. As if Chris's own veins are somehow being poisoned through his magic.
And they scream like some dying animal, body writhing and thrashing as they try to pull away from Ganon's hand, gray eyes wide open but seeing nothing as their world is consumed with pain.]
voice; [emet-sulk] (PRIVATE)
Something prompts him to tap the call button. Maybe to halt the torture, however briefly. Maybe out of some small hope that he can actually dissuade this man from continuing. ]
I understand the need to set an example to one's own men, but is there really a need to broadcast this to everyone else?
voice; (PRIVATE)
no subject
If you are the sort of man I think you are, you ought to be winning them over with generosity first then tightening your grip on them.
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Even the gods know better than to rule solely through fear. You would dare call a god 'weak'? Such hubris from a mere man.
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You claim divinity?
[HE SOUNDS SO DUBIOUS...]
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Pity. I had hoped to actually test my strength.
But we shall soon see if your power is at least comparable.
no subject
Emet-Selch doesn't need validation about his own strength. ]
Yes, I suppose we shall. If you lay hands on my people again, not even history books will remember your name.