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[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse was already finished and gave a shrug as if an apology. "Habit?" he offered as an explanation. He didn't quiet understand it either and usually let it happen. He followed Muigar down the hallway and what he could only presume the room the Madori would be in.

[Prosperan Son]

The finally reached the main chambers. This room, unlike the earlier was much smaller and unadorned with any noticeable treasures, markings, antiques and the likes. It was a medium sized room, almost completely empty save for the blood streaked round table in the middle and six chairs encircling it. At the head of the table, the Mandori sat drinking from a mug of caffeine. He wore only a pair of khaki combat trousers and combat boots. His chest and arms were bare, revealing the multitude of Tattoos worked into his skin. "Kombuse! Mugiar! So glad that you could finally rejoin us." He greeted them with a sharp grin." Come! Come! Sit!" He motioned excitedly.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse maybe slow at times, but even he knew that this was not what he had expected from the Mandori. He took a seat on the otherside of the Mandori. He felt kind of relaxed despite the situation, but Oberga was ansy from the way Kombuse felt the shifting in his mind.

[Prosperan Son]

Mugiar did the same, sitting beside Kombuse. He was uneasy with his boss's strangely good mood. It didn't seem ......right.

"So I heard you had run into a piece of trouble...." The Mandori began, unstrapping his holster and setting down a las-pistol on the table.

Yep.This is right. Mugiar rethought with a annoyed smile.

[Armoured Priest]

The lenses of Kombuse's gasmask widen a little as the las pistol was laid upon the table. "Yes sir." Kombuse said to him, nodding his head in sync with his answer. He wasn't sure what else to add now, since he didn't know how much the Mandori already knew.

[Prosperan Son]

"Well, I just want you both to know that I don't blame either of you for what happened. I mean, how could we have known that rebels would have attacked a gang convoy full of weapons, taken out an entire truck and take down several men...."He asked rhetorically, summing up the entirety of the attack in two sentences.

" We should have been more prepared my Mandori, I apologize for our reckless haste to return, but there's no need to punish us.. Mugiar spoke up, trying to defend them, only to be hushed by the Mandori.

"Punish you? Why would I punish you? I'm going to reward you!" He grinned, the majority of his teeth rotten, several of them silver." You returned with the majority of stock intact and earned us some very good rep points in the eyes of our armored associates, So I believe a reward is in order."

[Armoured Priest]

"wha...ok." Kombuse said finally after a moment of silence, the time he was trying to comprehend what the Mandori just said. Oberga was silent too, untrusting still of such generosity from the man and his joy too. He stayed quiet after that, wondering what the reward possible be.

[Prosperan Son]

The reward was bad. Both Mugiar and Kombuse found themselves in separate rooms, dimly lit strapped onto twin tables and arms and legs restrained. Their chest bare.The Tattooist, and also the doctor was standing over Kombuse, Needle Gun in hand once more. " I really do love my job...." He chuckled, filling the vial with ink.

Apparently the Mandori had deemed it necessary that both of them earn new tattoos to mark their accomplishment.

[Armoured Priest]

"Please no." Kombuse pleaded from where he was strapped down. Flashbacks to the first time he got a tattoo were playing in his head all over again. He kept nudgging his limbs against the restraints to see if they would budge. "What is it going to be?" he asked him, wondering what the mark is going to be now.

[Prosperan Son]

The restraints were taut, binded tightly to the point where it could chaffed skin. The Tattoist/doctor/ devil didn't reply at first, flicking the edge of his needle to remove some residue. " Going to give you a smiley face, don't you worry." He joked, although it wasn't very funny.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse didn't believe him for a second. He only wimpered at his predicament as he figeted in his seat, looking for any way out. He tried to remember happy thoughts to possibly block out the pain that was coming his way onto the pale flesh of his chest.

[Prosperan Son]

" If you want, I can give you a block of wood to bite on..." The Tattooist grinned once more before pressing the needle into Kombuse's chest. The needle reciprocating back and forth into the epidermis of his chest.

[Armoured Priest]

Even if Kombuse had the chance to reply, he would have declined knowing the wood would have only splintered in his mouth. His gloved hands only tighten around the armrests as he tries to get through this with pain grunts and whimpers.

[Prosperan Son]

The Tattooist simply whistles as he works his art upon Kombuse flesh. Each plunge of the needle, drawing a small globule of blood that mixed in with the ink. "It's going to look splendid once we're done." The Doctor promised.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse ignored the tattooist as he looked down to his bare chest to see what the man could possibly be making this time on his body. He was starting to really not like tattoos anymore.

[Prosperan Son]

The tattoo was a bit blurry at first although that was probably due to the massive pain going through Kombuse's mind at the moment. Upon closer inspection, the tattoo started to appear in strange symbols and markings that Kombuse couldn't recognize. It was in a language native to the Ailetian people.

[Armoured Priest]

"What does it say?" he asked, having no idea what the markings could possible mean. He head was starting to hurt, alot, as Oberga was starting to growl deeply in his mind.

[Prosperan Son]

The tattooist halted his work, looking at Kombuse with a genuine smile. " Questions! These are good..." He said, pointing towards one of the markings.
"Mandori Clan." He answered before pointing to the next one" Butcher..." and then he moved onto the next" of Men." It was a Title. He would be known as the Butcher.

[Armoured Priest]

He was surprised by the tattoosit's actual smile, rather one of sadistic enjoyment. "Oh, that's kinda neat." he complimented as he looks down. Kombuse already made the conclusion that Oberga had done something during the ambush to help earn that title to be inked on them. Though that did not make Kombuse hold the armrests any less tighter.

[Prosperan Son]

The smile turned devious once more as he went back to his work,turning a dial on the gun that caused it to reciprocate faster. He pressed it against the chest once more, finishing up the last little tidbits.