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WHO: Herr Starr and Proinsias Cassidy
WHERE: Heropa, porter and then outskirts
WHEN: Sept 2nd
WHAT: Starr seizes an opportunity to be a dickhead
WARNINGS: Violence, torture, lotsa swearing

[It's with a wave of nausea that Cassidy returns, two sets of memories clashing in his mind at once to try and settle together in some semblance of sense as he juggles with it all. He'd been sleeping soundly back in his world before he was so rudely dragged here, still half asleep as he was escorted through the usual procedures, fully naked, confused and extremely hungover.

He's not listening to anything he's told and very clearly isn't paying any attention to his surroundings, eyes half lidded as he considers falling asleep where he stands while he waits to be released back into this other world, assuming they'll order him a taxi or some shit. It's only when he hears movement beside him that he spares a glance to a familiar figure from back home, brows furrowing as he gives Starr a slow once over.]

Holy shite, your head looks like a literal knob end.

[The sentence barely finishes leaving his lips before there's a fist at his face.

When he awakens it's to unfamiliar surroundings, but Cassidy's become rather accustomed to not knowing where he is from one day to the next so his concern seems limited. More problematic is his throbbing head, which he cradles as he moves to sit up, muttering a low, "Ow, bollocks" to himself as he squints at his surroundings.

He's had better Sundays, honestly.]

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[ Cassidy will awaken to Herr Starr, seated on a stool not fair from where he is -- a drill with a long, corkscrew bit in his hands. He gives the trigger a few pulsing squeezes before lifting his head when Cassidy awakens. Starr immediately rises to his feet, approaching Cassidy and looking down on him with a sneer. All niceties of being trapped in the shimmer together seem to be long forgotten. ....not that they were ever really nice to begin with. ]

All right, vampire. Surely you've gone home the same as me. So tell me. Where does Jesse Custer stand in terms of the agreed upon arrangement? Has he reconsidered?

[ He looms in close. Starr probably still has horse meat between his teeth. ]

[Starr being the culprit behind this entire thing is literally the least surprising part of it all, even if the details on how and why are still as fuzzy as hell. Cassidy doesn't even attempt a get away, doesn't even move to stand, he already knows how this sort of thing pans out, especially when he sees that drill in hand. It's not going to be fun or easy, but it'll be something he can endure for as long as he needs to. Would be nice to have been high for this though, he's far too sober right now.

He meets Starr's eyes with a mask of apathy, showing as already tired of the entire situation before it's even begun.]

Counter question; why do you smell like a bleedin' stable?

[Cass knows his animal meats really damn well, the superhuman senses aid in that.]

[ Starr furrows his brows, drawing back from Cassidy. He does a quick breath check into his hand, but like he doesn't have the inhuman senses Cassidy does so he can't quite detect anything. Still. The vampire is not wrong. Starr squares his shoulders indignantly. ]

That is....not the point. You were abducted from us when we tried to abduct you. But surely, you must have some insight into things. So you can choose to answer. Or you can choose pain. I imagine you will be opting for pain, so...

[ Starr takes the drill, placing it against Cassidy's forearm and starting to chisel his way into flesh. ]

Oh, c'mon now, that's quite the assumption to--

[There'd been no thought in his mind that he'd be talking his way out of this situation any time soon, but going straight in with the drilling sure is getting to the point damn quickly. Then again, Starr didn't seem like the kind of guy to mess around.

The moment metal touches near his skin he's hissing out a breath, a strangled yelp quickly following as he does his best to recoil, cuffed hands swinging up to try for an uncoordinated smack towards Starr's head. It may not be all that wise to be flailing when there's a sharp and pointy drill in play, but Cass and "wise" aren't two things that go together often anyways.] -- Ow! Shite, would you not wait a feckin' second!

[ Starr does wait for approximately a few seconds, looking toward Cassidy without words and giving him the opportunity to talk about something more valuable than Starr's last supper with the Allfather. But if nothing useful comes of that wait, he's very much going straight to bone. ]

[He has literally nothing valuable to talk about, and for those few seconds there's blessed silence as Cassidy stares at that drill, mind trying to balance out what he has to offer in terms of information and what Starr actually wants to hear. It's not enough time to grasp at anything, especially not with his focus too solidly on the threat of pain. He may be an immortal vampire, but he'd still prefer to avoid this entire situation.]

W--wait-- [Words change to pained yelps as the drill hits bone and grinds, the cuffs making it almost impossible for him to do anything with his other hand without making the attack worse. At least he manages to hiss out a;] Lunatic!

Not any more than you.

[ Starr counters, although it's really not a fair assessment. Cassidy might be a vampire, but he doesn't tend to take corkscrew drills to someone's arm. But still, Starr remains focused -- even as he slowly works his way through into the wooden post behind them -- an additional means of keeping Cassidy in place. ]

So your silence -- would that be loyalty that keeps you protecting Custer's plans or has he not allowed you in on them?

[ A curious cant of his head. ]

[Groans of discomfort get clamped behind gritted teeth, almost like the pained snarls of an animal as his lips curl, teeth bared with the briefest flicker of consideration to fanging up and biting his way free, before that idea gets shoved to the back of his mind for the moment.

Instead he tries shifting his body, just enough to try and get his secured legs at a better angle for kicking should the opportunity and need arise.]

Why? Why does it feckin' matter? He's not even here, ya daft dickhead!

He is not, no.

[ Starr admits, stepping back from Cassidy to glance over his wide array of torturing tools. Hacksaw? No. Chisel? Nah. Flogger? Absolutely. He picks it up, giving it an ominous swish through the air. ]

But what happened there still remains between you and I here. If you are planning a movement against me, it could be that you will try to carry it out on your own. And that would not be to your favor. So I ask again, what is Custer planning?

Christ, would you listen to yourself?! You sound bleedin' mental.

[Then again, he's fairly certain Starr is mental so the fact he sounds it isn't coming as much surprise.

His gaze flickers to the drill keeping his cuffed arms in place, blood trailing lines down his arms and pooling beneath, his far too sober mind trying to assess just how much strength he'd need to try and pull free and just how much it would hurt. Not worth it, he decides, maybe not even possible, but he still gives an experimental tug (and a yelp to follow) as he sees that flog.]

You come near me with that and I'll rip your throat.

You had easy access within the shimmer to rip out my throat. You did not. I highly doubt you will do it here.

[ And to challenge what Cassidy had threatened, Starr steps close to him -- lashing out with the flogger to give him a nice strike across his bare torso. His eyebrows raise, awaiting Cassidy's response -- whether it will be a vicious attempt to attack him or whether he will keep himself at bay. ]

Perhaps I could be persuaded to go easy on you. To remove the drill from your arm, even. But I will need you to do something for me. Not even something you would find disagreeable.

Because you didn't have me chained in a bloody basement then!

[Which is honestly a fair point here, Starr. Throat ripping as a defensive strategy seems like a totally fair approach as far as Cassidy's concerned and he's not morally above the concept of murder when it comes to saving his own ass.

As Starr steps closer, the fangs come out, emerging from beneath a curled upper lip and bared with an entirely inhuman snarl. When that flogger strikes skin he's hissing, jerking forward to snap at the air but never quite lunging far enough to reach his target, a cat swiping warning signals to it's attacker rather than going for the kill. A few warning air chomps later and he withdraws, panting as he spares a glance to his tattooed chest to survey any damage.]

If you're the one askin' it, it's gonna be disagreeable. Not like I can do anythin' but listen though.

[He is kind of stuck here, after all.]

Christ. You are a horrifying demon.

[ He says it casually -- a moderate observation of Cassidy and his gnashing fangs. But regardless, he takes a break from the immediate torture -- pulling over a stool and settling onto it while he rummages around in a cooler, taking out a blood pack and sticking it with a straw before he extends his arm toward Cassidy so he could start to heal his damage. ]

My chosen Messiah is dating a woman who looks very much like the woman from home you are so enamored with. Obviously it does not benefit me to have him distracted by something as menial as romance. And he is a homosexual anyway, so it does not benefit her to be with him. I think it would be an agreeable arrangement for you to woo her away, so to speak. Everyone wins in this scenario. You get the girl. I get the man. They both get the dick.

Piss off. [Grumbled quietly around those fangs at the name calling, slumping with a flinch as his weight puts pressure on the drill in his arm.

He's reluctant to accept the offering of blood, but with the slowly building lust for it and the pain he's feeling, he's not really in much of a position to be turning it down. With a slow stretch forward, Cassidy takes the straw between his lips and slurps hungrily, grunting in discomfort as his biggest wound tries desperately to heal around the intrusion without success, honestly a torture in it's own right, but at least he's got enough self-discipline to withdraw after half a bag is consumed. Not gonna heal any better than he already has.]

Drivin' another messiah from his woman? 'Cause that worked out so well for you last time, did it not? I'm not ruining that fellas chance just so you can get your bleedin' rocks off with him.

Did you not listen to the part where I said he was a homosexual? His chances are already ruined. You would be doing her a favor.

[ Starr levels his gaze on Cassidy, furrowing his brow. ]

I had nothing to do with your lady friend's death, by the way. That was my idiot subordinate who acted without my order. Of course, it all seems to have worked out just fine in the end. Jesse Custer's voodoo granny worked her heathen magic and everyone now has a back country happily ever after. Point being, I do not want either of you dead. And if you would work with me, we would not even have to resort to torture.

[ He sets the blood bag to the side for now, fingers lacing on his lap. ]

You could not spare Tulip O'hare the misery that comes from being involved with Jesse Custer in our world. This world awards you the unique opportunity to try again. So what do you have to lose?

[Cassidy's unusually quiet when Starr speaks his piece, head hanging and eyes drooping, far too exhausted and much too sober for this entire encounter. Torture isn't half as interesting when he's not had his morning dose of opiates and whiskey.

But he is listening, jaw tightening at the mention of Tulip because that's a wound that really doesn't need prodding right now. For now he lets it slide with little more a displeased curl of his lip, if only because there's something far fresher in his memory.]

You're a shitty liar, man. You literally just sent a bleedin' vampire kill squad after me back home and you're tryna tell me you don't want us dead. I got no reason to believe a single thing outta your filthy mouth, and I sure as shite got no reason to listen to your bat shit requests. I'll fuck who I wanna fuck.

They were sent to capture. Not kill. Perhaps had you not been so intoxicated, you would have recalled that part.

[ Of course, Starr didn't know the part about Hoover going off on his own, getting the vampire hunting priests to do their thing. But the fact remained, Cassidy was to stay alive. And if he didn't....it wasn't a huge loss, but it was also a failure on Hoover's part....which was highly plausible. Hoover is a failure in general. ]

I would have given you a five star cell as well. Had there not been...that interruption.

[ His mouth twists downward, though. ]

But fine. Choose not to see reason. You can stay here, then, where we will proceed to the next level of torture. I am thinking something flammable.

Yeah, well, I killed the god-fearin' gobshites 'fore I could find that much out.

[So whether it was an order to kill or capture isn't something he's really going to argue, point still stands he's getting badgered, and, more importantly, they came after his boyfriend too. Starr... doesn't need to know that part, even Cassidy knows that just occasionally some things are best left unsaid.

Doesn't matter anyway, not when they're stuck in a different world with just the two of them. To Cassidy this whole thing, the torture and the back and forth feels more like a damn formality at this point than having any real reasoning or explanation behind it. Starr's got some issues to work out and Cass is an easy target and a familiar face. Whatever, he's used to this shit.]

Leave it out, would ya? I'm a walkin' bloody bonfire, I get it, very funny. We d- don't need a show and tell of it, Christ. Now c'mon, I'm here with me knob hangin' out and a drill in me arm, I'm no threat to no one, just hurry and shoot me a few times and be done with it, man. We both know I'm not gonna do a single feckin' thing you request out of principle alone, so lets just speed it along, eh?

Oh no. I am not the sort to do quickies upon request. This is going to be long. This will be an all night affair. And then. When the sun rises, perhaps we will play a bit outside.

[ His tone was even, but Starr was clearly livid. If Cassidy wished to be difficult, fine. Starr could be difficult, too. He rose to his feet, drawing out his phone. ]

But for now, you have a moment to breathe. I must make a call to my employer. Inform him that I will need a few days time to properly deal with you. Unless, of course, you change your mind.

Well, don't worry about me, I got no place to be.

[Dripping with sarcasm, although partially true. Even if he's got no plans, spending his time stuck in a basement thanks to a batshit German isn't really his idea of a great way to spend an evening.]

You go grovel to that boss man of yours like the bitch you are, I'll be waitin' just here for yeh.

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