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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KenHood" data-source="post: 4763996" data-attributes="member: 4413">OOC: What kind of rolls do you need?Palindrome sighs as Atreus prevents him from 'damaging' the prisoners. "For someone trained in the art of escape, you just don't get it. Anyone, given opportunity, time, and motivation can work his way out of restraints. If you eliminate their capacity for escape--to whit: the fingers for working things loose or pulling objects out of concealment, the elbows and shoulders to prevent wriggling, the feet and hamstrings to make walking impossible, and the eyes to eliminate their awareness--then you don't have to spend every waking moment ensuring that your prisoner will not break free and turn the tables upon you. Also, if some of their comrades happen to come down that hallway and free them, they won't have an ally in a fight. Instead, they'll have a burden to carry and protect.""No! It's not! It's a gods-****** three bedroom starter home with ONE ***** closet, a kitchen, and outdoor plumbing!""Yes, all that money will make it worthwhile to restore an enemy to a position where he can and will get revenge upon you," says Palindrome, his voice steadily getting louder, "I'm sure you'll be able to pay someone to keep looking over your shoulder for you.""I doubt that. My personal experience is that people with a choice between quick death or slow, agonizing death or living as a useless, sightless cripple tend to give me everything I could possibly desire."Then he turns back upon Atreus, "And you don't seem to understand that 'keeping the body parts' is not the motivation for cooperation. The motivation for cooperation is being permitted to die with some measure of dignity and freedom from suffering.""For two individuals schooled in the art of murder and turning profit from the blood of others, you certainly are squeamish. Perhaps even a measure hypocritical, as I recall such joy in castrating opponents and snipping off their nipples."Now, Palindrome is screaming. Flecks of spit fly out of his mouth, punctuating each syllable. "Yeah! Brilliant! It's not like it's a ***** base of operations for a cult or anything. And it's not like some of their ***** allies might crawl up out of the sewer and wreak bloody-*****-vengeance on the new owners. And it's not like the ***** magistrate will ask pointed questions about the passage of ownership, especially as the name of the people owning the house is not ****** GLASSTON! This is a ****** upper-class neighborhood. You don't think it will be a tad bit suspicious for a bunch of ***** adventurers to stroll in and lower the ***** tone?""I'm just trying to think ahead, look at the big picture, and preserve our future, but--you know what?---**** this ****! I hope you two ****** are happy in your ***** love nest!"Staring daggers at Woe, Palindrome grabs one of Arnest's fingers and snaps the bone. He stands, stomps once (hard) on Arnest for sheer spite, and storms up the stairs, out of the room.</blockquote>

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