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Noises niggling in the back of his skull, a flash of drab grey stone, the pungent stench of-- eugh, what was that?--

Atton was waking up.

He'd kind of hoped he wouldn't.

"Meurgh," he muttered, lifting his head and squinting against the light. There was a big dank spot swimming around his brain where she'd hit him with that-- whatever that Force trick was-- but it was still just pressing up against the sound of feet-on-floor and the fifty dozen odd smells that liked to hang around this place.

He swallowed. Licked his lips. Managed a grimace that was sort of a smile. "Back again, are we? Can't get enough of it, can you?"

Dolores Umbridge	Umbridge looked down upon the student and couldn't help but smile. Seeing him attempt confidence, it was just an all too amusing thing for her. "Your bravado is really quite cute," she said, laying the sarcasm on thick. "I'm sure mummy and daddy are very proud of your courage." She laughed.
Atton Rand	"Mom and dad are dead," Atton spat out, "But thanks for caring. It keeps me warm at night." Give him a break. He'd only just woken up, and he was still rifling through his mental collection of insults.
Bo	Bo leaned over him with an eager, half-mad smile, eyes sparking a little brighter blue as she ran a finger down the side of his face. "I can take care of that for you..."
Deadpool	"Calm down, Bad Touch," Deadpool said, fiddling with his sword. His actual sword. Bo's presence just made things sound dirtier than they actually were. "Boss lady needs to ask some questions first."
Umbridge	The obedience demonstrated here just made Umbridge sigh like a giddy schoolgirl. Or maybe a half mad head mistress. One of those. She was in power and that was what was important. "Oh, but I do care about you," Umbridge told Atton. Of course, Umbridge's definition of caring was really quite awful so he shouldn't get his hopes up. "You're like a special pet to me. Don't you think any other student at this school would want to be in your position? With my full attention on them?" Not dirty. No one needed to throw up from that mental image. "You could help me with that, dear boy."
Atton	"I think I'll... pass," Atton muttered. He'd been stuck here for, what, weeks? Months? Time got blurry when you had people beating you around and trying to shove spells into your brain. "You wrinkly old scow." There. Insults.
She of the Sucky-Sucky	What if that finger turned into a Fae-powered smack to the jaw? How was that for Bad Touch? "Watch your mouth if you want to keep having one."
Umbridge	"Ooooh, how terrifying of you," Umbridge said, grinning in a not at all nice way. "Is that supposed to scare me? Am I supposed to just let you go and surrender? You're pathetic."
Atton	"Maybe," Atton said, lifting his head up, "I can just sit out here and wait for old age to get you. How's that sound? It can't be long." He turned towards Bo - or whatever part of him he could turn, and added, "Sorry, what was that again?"
Deadpool	Deadpool took that moment to slam the kid's head down. "Maaaaanners."
Bo	Bo grinned. That wasn't exactly what she'd said -- or done -- but... "Close enough."
Umbridge	"You do know that your insolence only makes it that much more fun to use you as a plaything, don't you?" Umbridge asked, shaking her head. "I could make it stop hurting if you would just be nice." That...probably wouldn't happen.
Atton	Yeah, Atton didn't think so either. "You've got a whole bucket of bolts loose, don't you?" he asked, blood dripping from his nose. "Every last one of you, you think you're something? I've had worse." He spat in Umbridge's general direction. Weeks stuck in this room with lunatics coming in and out, listening to other people shouting rooms away - was this what he'd been saved for? Well, they could forget about it.
Deadpool	And that? That would be a blade rather suddenly appearing low in his ribcage. Red pooled out from around it rapidly, changing the color of his shirt to a lovely, garish red. "Manners. You're talking to a lady."
Well-Ventilated	"Son of a--" That hurt. That hurt bad, the way only a blade could. Atton would know - he'd had his fair share of wounds like this in his time. He felt the weakness setting in quickly. Loss of blood. Might be the end right here. Might be... ...but he wanted to live... His head fell forward against his chest. "'s the-- you know-- your costume-- kind of clashes-- ..."
Bo	"Mine?" Bo looked down at herself, because that was clearly the important issue here. It was all pink leather; what could it possibly clash with?
Her Royal Pinkness	If it helped, Umbridge thought she looked the best she'd ever looked. The pink leather really did wonders for her! Umbridge grinned thinly and even let out a wisp of a laugh. "You're being quite a nuisance," she said, leaning down close to him. "I think it's about time I cleaned up this mess, don't you?" She slanted a look at her companions. "Would you two like to have fun?"
Deadpool	Deadpool, on the other hand, looked terrible in pink. It clashed with his... everything. "Is this the dismembering kind of fun or the fun that involves people being happy?" A beat. "Wait... same thing. Same thing. My bad."
Bo	Bo, satisfied with her outfit again, took another look at the growing pool of scarlet that was their prisoner's midsection, even passing an oddly gentle hand over his exposed skin as she gauged how much chi was left in his body. "Aww, you broke him too soon," she pouted in Deadpool's direction. "He's not gonna last. No fun for me."
Umbridge	"I'm growing tired of watching him pretend to be heroic," Umbridge said with a sad little sigh. "If you two would like to...silence him permanently, I don't think I would mind that much. In fact, I think I'd even encourage it." And she would watch and enjoy. Oh yes.
Sir Crazyflakes	"Done and done, overlord. Lady? Would it be overlady then? Oh, who cares," Deadpool said, hauling the kid back and up by the collar of his shirt.
Atton	Heroic? Atton hadn't been heroic a day in his life. He was just-- stubborn. Always had been. He released a pitiful groan as Deadpool jostled him, his bindings chafing and twisting a little. Had been working on that. Had been... Blood loss brought darkness, but also the weirdest tingle in the back of his head, and right under his ribs. Hadn't felt that since the last bar brawl he'd gotten into; hadn't felt it before that Jedi shoved her way into his brain. He passed out. Turns out, he was going to say, twenty years from now, that the Force likes heroics okay, but it loved stubbornness a damned lot more.
Bo	"See?" Bo glared at Deadpool and turned to go, shaking her head. "No fun at all."
Umbridge	"Oh, I'm sure he'll wake up again soon enough," Umbridge said and clicked her tongue. "And then, perhaps, he'll be a little more cooperative." Umbridge didn't think so but she could be optimistic. "And, if not, you two can take turns next time." Or not.

[ooc: NFI, Establishy, Sugar Free with Zero Calories. Also, warning for torture/violence under the cut.]

A Room in Umbridge's Castle, Monday

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