Upon the interrogation of a moogle

[Sylvester Hands]

[ModNote: Continued from An uninvited guest.]

* Hands shuts the cell door and examines the chained moogle. *

Right. 'Oo are you, what are you, where are you from, what are you doin' with those two and, well, what's goin' on?

[Madmogsue]

*stil slightly glowing red, the moogle starts to fly .... still attached to the chain..... as she realises that she's going nowhere, she aims for Hands, chomping at the air..... looking a little like Bowwow...(occ: any mario bros fans?) but the restriction of the chain means she misses him by miles.....*

*she gives up and drops to the floor in a sulk.... followed by a raspberry in Hands direction....*

i ain't saying nothin' about nothin'......

[Sylvester Hands]

Right, that's it. Er, 'ang on...

* Hands realises that torturing the creature is going to be problematic - it won't fit on a rack, it doesn't seem to have thumbs in the human sense and even the feathers will be rendered ineffective by its fur. Suddenly he thinks of a method that ought to be even more effective than on a human. There is a small fire in the cell. After several failed attempts, Hands lights it and begins heating a not-yet-red-hot poker in it. *

[Sylvester Hands]

* His prisoner unmoved by his threats and the poker's tip now red-hot, Hands stoops to pick it up. *

OUCH! Right, I'm off to get some gloves. Don't go anywhere!

[Madmogsue]

*as Hands leaves the room, the moogle sulks a little more.... then realises what's about to happen.... maybe she should fight fire with fire?.... an evil grin spreads across her face.*

*with the last of her jet power Kuponut running down fast, she takes to the air in one almightly leap. as she makes for the sky, the sudden force snaps the chain...*

*with freedom at last, she stretches her wings a little but hears the sound of scuffling feet.... the smelly one nears again..... she quickly grabs a random strip of cloth attached to the inside of the "Iron Maiden", and wraps it around the handle of the poker. *

*she quickly gets herself comfy on a sack of sand lying on the floor. She lounges back, toying with the very red hot poker in the air, and waits for her guest.*

[Sylvester Hands]

[ModNote: Returning from Humiliation and Revenge.]

* Hands enters, wearing the gloves, which Quill will probably be none too keen to put back on. *

Right, you littl- what the 'eck?!

[Madmogsue]

*The moogle look seductively at Hands...*

Hiya HANDSome....wanna play?

*the moogle then turns her attention back to the poker, licks her paw and quickly touches the glowing end and it sizzles for a second. *

i can play mean too....

[Sylvester Hands]

Erm, ah, oh...

* Hands, unsurprisingly, is at a loss for words. *

Um...don't 'urt me!

[Madmogsue]

*the moogle jumps off her sack and makes towards Hands..... *

some like it hot..... i like it VERY hot....do you?

*Mog is small, but compared Hands, the height differential is perfect. A bit like a robot, she sets her sights on her target, lines her aim and stabs the poker forward, amongst the rags..... she strikes gold as she hears a satisfying sizzle.....and looks up to take in the expression on the smelly one's face*

[Sylvester Hands]

OOOOUCH!

* Hands is momentarily immobilised by agony, but regains enough composure, aided by extreme wrath and Mog's being a little too complacent in her triumph, to kick her. Very, very hard. *

[Madmogsue]

*the moogle takes flight and catches her self by fluttering her wings she charges at him and stops a few inches from his face, holding the still glowing end mearly millimetres from his throat.*

* As for herself she is but a slight shade of pink as her time of fun ends with the Kuponuts effects.*

Where is Midnight?? Take me to her NOW!!!

[Sylvester Hands]

Right this way!

* Hands leads her at some speed to Midnight's cell [OOC: and the topic "Humiliation and Revenge"].