Post by Pip on Jul 22, 2009 22:20:06 GMT -5
Thump...Thump...Thump... Thump... Pip whistled some nameless jovial tune as he descended the stairs leading to the Hellsing Dungeons all the while dragging a burlap sack mottled with rusty brown stains. Thump...Thump...Thump... Thump... With each succeeding step the bag thudded down the stairs leaving odd shape smudges on the steps. "You okay back there homme?" Pip said with sarcasm lacing every word.
Pip found the Hellsing soldier beyond the manor's walls in the forest accepting a small bag of money from a unknown messenger for the security grid layouts, with a swift knock to the back of the head the man crumpled into a heap on the forest floor. The messenger was shot in the head point blank and his body was dumped in a nearby stream.
Pip dragged the sack, leaving a smudged trail of blood on the floor, and propped it up against a wall. Who knew a stomp in the nose with a steel toe boot can cause this much damage? Using his hunting knife Pip sliced open the front of the bag and peeled it away, revealing the bruising face of the traitorous soldier . Slapping him hard enough to knock him into consciousness, Pip enthusiastically greeted his catch "Morning Sunshine! The man was terrified out of his wits and his blood shot eyes darted around nervously. "If your wondering where we are mon ami, we are currently in the dungeons ... you know ... where Sir Integral keeps her petite chien?" Pip answered. Using the tip of his knife Pip angled the traitors face to meet his own. "You know what pisses me right off ..... " he asked "Spineless traitors ... I absolutely hate disloyalty and you mon ami are very unfortunate that it be I who found out about your little .. indiscretion ..."
Pip caught something gleaming out of the corner of his eye and realized someone left a crowbar on the dungeon floor. Allastor probably left it down here when he was opening crates, 'Merci mon ami!' Trotting happily over to it he picked it up and proceed to toss it back and forth between his hands. "So ... tell me who is paying you off for the layouts?" Silence. Without missing a beat, Pip swung the crowbar into the man's ribs and a crunch reverberated through the dungeon walls. The mans scream caused blood to sputter out of his mouth and nose. Pip prodded further "Just give me a name homme and maybe I'll let you go" More silence. Rolling his eyes, Pip took another crack at the man, this time striking him square in the jaw. "Suit yourself homme"
Pip than proceeded to uncoil the rope he had looped around his arm, and started to tie a slip knot, all the while whistling the unnamed jovial tune his grandpierre once thought him. When he was done with his homemade noose, he threw it over the rafters. Dragging his victim underneath the noose, he slipped it over the traitor's feet and hauled him up until his dangling body made a nice little puddle of blood on the floor. "You know how when you put a drop of blood in de amazon river and a whole pack of piranhas come to have a feeding frenzy?" Pip questioned with a smirk
Pip found the Hellsing soldier beyond the manor's walls in the forest accepting a small bag of money from a unknown messenger for the security grid layouts, with a swift knock to the back of the head the man crumpled into a heap on the forest floor. The messenger was shot in the head point blank and his body was dumped in a nearby stream.
Pip dragged the sack, leaving a smudged trail of blood on the floor, and propped it up against a wall. Who knew a stomp in the nose with a steel toe boot can cause this much damage? Using his hunting knife Pip sliced open the front of the bag and peeled it away, revealing the bruising face of the traitorous soldier . Slapping him hard enough to knock him into consciousness, Pip enthusiastically greeted his catch "Morning Sunshine! The man was terrified out of his wits and his blood shot eyes darted around nervously. "If your wondering where we are mon ami, we are currently in the dungeons ... you know ... where Sir Integral keeps her petite chien?" Pip answered. Using the tip of his knife Pip angled the traitors face to meet his own. "You know what pisses me right off ..... " he asked "Spineless traitors ... I absolutely hate disloyalty and you mon ami are very unfortunate that it be I who found out about your little .. indiscretion ..."
Pip caught something gleaming out of the corner of his eye and realized someone left a crowbar on the dungeon floor. Allastor probably left it down here when he was opening crates, 'Merci mon ami!' Trotting happily over to it he picked it up and proceed to toss it back and forth between his hands. "So ... tell me who is paying you off for the layouts?" Silence. Without missing a beat, Pip swung the crowbar into the man's ribs and a crunch reverberated through the dungeon walls. The mans scream caused blood to sputter out of his mouth and nose. Pip prodded further "Just give me a name homme and maybe I'll let you go" More silence. Rolling his eyes, Pip took another crack at the man, this time striking him square in the jaw. "Suit yourself homme"
Pip than proceeded to uncoil the rope he had looped around his arm, and started to tie a slip knot, all the while whistling the unnamed jovial tune his grandpierre once thought him. When he was done with his homemade noose, he threw it over the rafters. Dragging his victim underneath the noose, he slipped it over the traitor's feet and hauled him up until his dangling body made a nice little puddle of blood on the floor. "You know how when you put a drop of blood in de amazon river and a whole pack of piranhas come to have a feeding frenzy?" Pip questioned with a smirk