Saria's been grumpy. Let's cheer her up with kidnapping plots.

[ironxtraitor]

Kidnapped by Judas Liz Meme

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Kidnapping, bondage, violence, possibly blood or even death. Also there will be no sex in this musebox ever, so don't even try.

Comment with your character's name and canon. Your character has been kidnapped by Judas Liz. What does she want with you? Maybe Lord Vyce has plans for you. Maybe she's dropping you off with someone else to pay the bills. Maybe you have something she wants. Or maybe she's just saving your tasty soul for later. Feel free to come up with a scenario and comment with it, else I'll try to come up with something.

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[ironxtraitor]

"Lord Vyce isn't exactly happy that you disappeared without notice," Judas interrupted, now taking a step closer.

"I'm here to take you back to the ship. Seeing as how there's something clearly wrong with your circuits, maybe he'll show a little mercy and take a look at you instead of his usual threats."

[heartofsteel]

Pollo drew himself up, not taking a step back, though he clearly had considered it for a moment. A hand slipped into his pocket, flicking his communicator on - but who would even be awake to hear it, at this hour?

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going anywhere with you." It would have been considered a firm statement from anyone else, but from this particular android? Mechakara could deliver better ultimatums with his vocal simulator removed.

[ironxtraitor]

She wasn't intimidated by his statement, and she began to draw Frostmourne.

"I was sent to fetch you, and I'm going through with it. You're coming with me, in one piece or however many it takes to transport you."

[heartofsteel]

That was a sword. Was she really threatening a robot with a sword? True, the snail's blade had cut him up a bit, but she didn't look nearly as strong as...whatever the hell that had been.

All the same, Pollo didn't want to turn this into an actual fight. "Okay...why? Can't we...talk about this or something?" He was already quite certain that that was a no, but he was just stalling for time. Until someone came to help? Until he figured out what to do? Who knew.

[ironxtraitor]

"We've wasted enough time as it is." Judas growled, advancing on the android and subtly reaching her free hand behind her, grasping something on her belt.

[heartofsteel]

Pollo backed up, glancing around as if looking for an escape. "I don't think I'm going to be much help to you, really..."

[ironxtraitor]

She just stares him down, practically daring him to try to make a break for it.

"If you come quietly, I'm sure Lord Vyce will spare me the lecture."

[heartofsteel]

"Oh, well...I guess maybe I could - "

And then he does indeed turn to bolt. The door's right behind him, and he's pretty confident he can outrun her.

[ironxtraitor]

Outrun? Probably. But he'd need to be able to run first. Face twisted into a snarl, she threw her sword forward like a spear, and it sailed just past Pollo's head and jammed itself into the door. It was barely deep enough to block the door closed, but she was looking more for the diversion it would cause, and with that she runs toward him. Grabbing his shoulder, she pulls the concealed taser from her belt and thrusts it onto the back of his neck, pulling the trigger at point-blank range.

[heartofsteel]

Pollo flinched a little at the sword hitting the door, but wasted little time in ripping it out again - even if it HAD been in there deeper, he could easily burst right through that wood himself if he wanted to.

In doing so, though, he wasn't watching Judas. The robot jerks, emitting a few staticy sounds as the electricity courses through his body, and then begins to topple over backwards as the light in his eyes once more flicks out.

Well, that was easy.

[ironxtraitor]

Judas let him fall, pretty certain that trying to catch him would just break her back. Once he's down and out, she looks him over. He'll be alright; she used the lower setting. She touched her finger to a bluetooth in her ear.

"Mission accomplished. The Android has been found. Take us up."

Pollo will wake up to a blinding surgical light in his face and metal straps restraining his wrists, ankles and neck to a work table. He's in an otherwise dark room with lines of green fluorescence making patterns on the walls, and shrouded figures move around him. Judas Liz is leaning against the wall just barely out of his peripheral vision, watching the proceedings.

[heartofsteel]

Pollo blinked, his optics whirring faintly as they automatically adjusted to the new level of light. He couldn't move his arms. He couldn't even move his HEAD, not without wrenching the workings of his neck all out of place, and if he did that parts of him might never move again. His eyes darted about fearfully, trying to keep watch on all of the hooded figures at once.

"Who are you?" He had no pulse to race, but the fear in his voice was still obvious. They didn't have pulses either, unless his vision was lying to him. It was a possibility. He knew his programming could be altered. "What do you want?"

He prayed it wasn't about to get altered again, but he didn't have much hope.

[ironxtraitor]

"Don't bother," Judas muttered from her corner.

"Vyce's shades have never been much for conversation. They're professionals."

[heartofsteel]

"...I don't think they're even alive," Pollo observed, still watching them. He didn't mean alive in the way she was, of course - more like himself. Robots they were, but he didn't think he'd ever get anything more out of them than he would from a conversation with a blender.

He moved his head as much as he could, turning to try to see the woman. "Vyce? Is that your employer?" He's trying to sound like he knows what's going on here, but really he's just hopelessly lost and frightened.

[ironxtraitor]

"Our employer. Though I suppose your partnership with him was fairly begrudging to begin with."

There's some beeping off to the side and one of the shades looms over Pollo with a scanner of some sort.

"Your memories are pretty fragmented. I wonder what you did to yourself to mess with your circuits that badly."

[heartofsteel]

"That is none of your business." There's something in his tone when he gets angry, at least, that hearkens back to what he used to be. But Pollo's still clearly himself, flinching away from the scanner to the extent that he can move. Why doesn't he have...eye lasers, or something like a robot on TV would?

"Get that away from me." His eyes dart over towards Judas, picking up a bit of her heat signature if nothing else. "I think going to another dimension is a pretty definitive way to end a working relationship." He's pretty sure he didn't actually do it deliberately, but never mind that.

[ironxtraitor]

The Shade doesn't react to him recoiling of his words, continuing with its work unabated. Judas, meanwhile, chuckles humorlessly.

"What is one dimension to a ship that can travel the multiverse in the blink of an eye?"

[heartofsteel]

"It can?" Pollo sounds genuinely surprised. If he'd had access to that kind of technology, how had Kon Ran taken him? It almost sounded like an interesting field of study - if, of course, the people holding it weren't obviously total maniacs.

"I'm not going to help you with whatever you're doing. Am I really even useful to you like this?" He doesn't consider himself broken, and a large part of him rebels against playing it up - but hey, he'll say whatever he thinks might work, no matter how slim the chance.

[ironxtraitor]

"They'll have you fixed up soon enough."

[heartofsteel]

"No..." Pollo froze, before suddenly pulling against his restraints again with new strength. "No, you stay away from me, you are not going to touch me! I'm not just a thing for you to tinker with!" There was a little bit of that old rage, though he'd never before showed anything near that level of fear, even panic.

[ironxtraitor]

The Shades immediately noticed his increased struggles. A few moved to hold him down further, ensuring that the restraints were secure. Another, possibly the leader, given its tattered cloak, took Pollo's head in its claw-like hand, tilting him firmly to the side and fiddling with the back of his neck. It feels like it's moving the fake skin away, exposing the workings more easily. Another Shade advances with a few wires.

[heartofsteel]

Pollo flinches, expression twisting in fear as the Shade grabs his head. He can feel them touching him, doing things to him that only the Doctor ever had before. Even with a trusted friend, it had been somewhat uncomfortable, and only ever done when necessary.

"Let go," he hissed, still talking despite the fact that it was clearly getting him nowhere. "What - what are those?" The wires were just visible out of his peripheral vision.

[ironxtraitor]

"You're breaking my heart to see you like this, Pollo," Judas said with a tone that didn't much indicate sympathy, "You should probably just relax."

Meanwhile, the wires were wrapped tightly around a few bolts on Pollo's neck, a positive and negative charge prepared. With some fiddling to ensure it was secure, the Shades stepped back, one of them hissing breathlessly to the other in their strange speech.

After a few more minutes, a strong, but not agonizing current of electricity jolts through the wires, sending a tingling sensation across the android's body.

[heartofsteel]

Pollo glared in Judas's general direction, and probably would have commented on the obvious lack of sympathy if not for the wires being attached to his neck. The robot hissed, drawing in a useless breath at the feeling of the electricity coursing through his body, interfering with his circuits and numbing his limbs. He tried as hard as he could to move his arms again, but from his angle he couldn't see them; the interference was bad enough that he couldn't tell on his own whether they were responding or not.

[ironxtraitor]

The android's limbs were limp and useless, just as intended. Once certain that the interference had done its work the shades undid the restraints and with careful but not necessarily gentle effort rolled him onto his stomach. The controls in his head and on the back of his neck were now fully accessible.