It takes every bit of strength the three of them have to haul him up onto the chair, but once they do, Preacher strips his vest and helmet off, leaving Voodoo with just his MultiCam FROG shirt above the waist as Rabbit wraps half a roll of duct-tape around Voodoo's stomach and legs, securing him to the chair. Even now, he's still resisting - Rabbit has to dodge a headbutt a few times and reinforce the tape around the handcuffs when it sounds like he's about to tear them. He steps back, hands on his knees as he catches his breath before he stands upright and withdraws a piece of paper from his pocket.
"All rise," Rabbit says, his voice taking on a faux air of stateliness and gravity. "The court of His Majesty, King Neptune, is now in session."
Preacher and Rabbit look to Voodoo, who rolls his eyes.
"Petty Officer First Class Brian James Colson," Rabbit continues. "You are hereby found guilty of crimes against His Majesty, including, but not limited to-"
He clears his throat.
"-inhumanity, general obscenity and crassness, cruelty to tadpoles and foul conduct in the presence thereof, impersonating a baboon, failure to pay proper tribute to His Majesty, and defiling maidens of His Majesty's court."
He ducks behind one of the mannequins to retrieve the wide-mouthed bottle of peppermint schnapps and veterinary syringe stashed there earlier. "In his infinite mercy, His Majesty has permitted you the option of choosing your sentence for each crime - a jab from his trident-" he says, patting the blue-painted pistol resting in his chest holster "-or a drink of His Majesty's harshest grog." Now he holds up the peppermint schnapps.
"Now then," he continues. "On the charge of 'impersonating a baboon' - what will your sentence be?"
Voodoo rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath.
"The court will wait for a proper answer, Petty Officer Colson."
He rolls his eyes again. "Fuckin' shoot me, ya prick."
"'Obscenity towards an official of the court'. We have a new charge." Rabbit takes the simunition pistol out of his holster and holds it out butt-first to Lidnianne. "Agent Parker. As a maiden of the court, I believe it is only proper that you be offered the first chance at rehabilitating this wayward son of Neptune."
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Date: 2016-10-03 01:18 am (UTC)"Sit still-!"
"Okay, haul him up, haul him up!"
It takes every bit of strength the three of them have to haul him up onto the chair, but once they do, Preacher strips his vest and helmet off, leaving Voodoo with just his MultiCam FROG shirt above the waist as Rabbit wraps half a roll of duct-tape around Voodoo's stomach and legs, securing him to the chair. Even now, he's still resisting - Rabbit has to dodge a headbutt a few times and reinforce the tape around the handcuffs when it sounds like he's about to tear them. He steps back, hands on his knees as he catches his breath before he stands upright and withdraws a piece of paper from his pocket.
"All rise," Rabbit says, his voice taking on a faux air of stateliness and gravity. "The court of His Majesty, King Neptune, is now in session."
Preacher and Rabbit look to Voodoo, who rolls his eyes.
"Petty Officer First Class Brian James Colson," Rabbit continues. "You are hereby found guilty of crimes against His Majesty, including, but not limited to-"
He clears his throat.
"-inhumanity, general obscenity and crassness, cruelty to tadpoles and foul conduct in the presence thereof, impersonating a baboon, failure to pay proper tribute to His Majesty, and defiling maidens of His Majesty's court."
He ducks behind one of the mannequins to retrieve the wide-mouthed bottle of peppermint schnapps and veterinary syringe stashed there earlier. "In his infinite mercy, His Majesty has permitted you the option of choosing your sentence for each crime - a jab from his trident-" he says, patting the blue-painted pistol resting in his chest holster "-or a drink of His Majesty's harshest grog." Now he holds up the peppermint schnapps.
"Now then," he continues. "On the charge of 'impersonating a baboon' - what will your sentence be?"
Voodoo rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath.
"The court will wait for a proper answer, Petty Officer Colson."
He rolls his eyes again. "Fuckin' shoot me, ya prick."
"'Obscenity towards an official of the court'. We have a new charge." Rabbit takes the simunition pistol out of his holster and holds it out butt-first to Lidnianne. "Agent Parker. As a maiden of the court, I believe it is only proper that you be offered the first chance at rehabilitating this wayward son of Neptune."