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✖ tab Did his question displease his commander? Obviously so as the bitter response slithered from those delicate, yet fit, lines of flesh. Julia was too kind of a soul to expect any other fate for her. No doubt, she exerted herself and risked her life in order to save others. Rege reasoned that she wouldn't be idiotic enough to simply fall victim to the titans without a legitimate cause. Speak of the devil, and so she shall come. It wasn't ironic to Rege, for he had no real sense of the word.
tab When Julia approached the two, his lone eye scanned her form. Each bruise and scrape that adorned Julia's voluptuous frame acted as points of focus for Rege. It was not that she had been injured. The one eyed male had no concern about her well being in that sense. As long as she was breathing, her worth was still there. What had scraped against the raw surface of his chest was that those marks acted as imperfections on her otherwise exemplary form. He nearly disregarded what she said as he stared blankly. Though, that blank stare did not mean he had a blank mind. She hasn't changed in the slightest. Over a year since he had seen her happily saluting commanders and acting as a brilliant scientist, and still she retained that impenetrable personality.
tab "How have you been Mathew?" He snapped out of his trance as she directed her vocalizations to him. Rege was left with the presence of an engulfing smile that only pulled him back into thought. In his mind, she was a water color painting. Each stroke was carefully taken to paint the image before him. Julia was a work of perfection crafted by the most consummate artist. She was everything that Rege wished he could be, whether he knew it or not. Gentle, pudgy, childish fingers gripped at the dream that Julia represented. Love, care, innocence: all emotions that were lost to him, swiped from him by the cruel mistress of fate. What a churlish jape it was to make him so fatally attracted to the pretense of what he could not be. Wait. Was that a question that she had asked him? He had been so astray in the seas of her presence that he had lost complete track of the exchange before him. His time to reply had passed as music danced from her in the tone of the angels, "I hope you've been doing better than you were with me." Lucifer must have been the messenger, a devil concealed by the resonance of Julia's breath-taking voice.
tab Was it that he couldn't act fast enough to avoid the embrace, or that he longed for her clement touch that had been denied to him for what felt like six life times over? It all moved in slow motion, her wobbling forward, then her extensions enveloping him in a full blown embrace. Remorse had a tangible feel to him. Though he could not reflect the emotion on his own experiences, it still stung at his skin like the juice of a lemon on a wound. Rege almost desperately wished that what he felt on his skin could sink deeper. It was a barrier between him and the outside world.
tab Julia's fingers grasped at the white shirt that adorned his torso, curling the back into a jumble of wrinkled mess. Her vandalized face came directly upon his scarred chest. Did she intentionally press her lips to the scar that only the two of them knew of? Rege could have sworn he felt a trembling in her breath while she hid her face away from the world. It was the same vibration that he recalled feeling as he said his last goodbyes with Julia, the same vibration as when she saw her entire squad fall to the hands of a monstrosity of which she had discovered and ordered. Trost was more than harsh on her. You're too innocent for this world. Don't let your kindness get you killed, Julia.
tab I will put you out of your misery.
tab He brushed that thought under the rug. Before it had bothered him on a transcendent level; now it was just a matter of life. As if Julia could read the thoughts of the leviathan that was ineffectively encapsulated within Rege, she brought the embrace to a well timed end. Any longer and Rege would have been saturated with the thoughts of his shadow. Her attention was instantly directed on the corporal. "So what brings you two at the stables..? Are you two going somewhere? If not, you guys are free to join me in the tent, I was just about to check up on my experiments with Lily and Penny."
tab Allister replied short and not-so-sweet, "We've just arrived back actually, are you sure you're up to all that right now?" A gap followed before he continued, "Whatever the case, I still have plenty of preparations to attend to. Matthew, when you are ready to find a bunk and get settled in find Squad Leader Thanatos." Rege could see the prospect of experiments bothered Allister on some sort of level beyond his comprehension. If only the green haired fairy knew how his dear family blood had been corrupted, tainted, and abused into the creature he just allowed into the Survey Corps. However, when Allister spoke his command, Rege saluted without hesitation, nodding in acceptance of his new order. Only then was he free to respond to the masterpiece before him. That freedom eluded him when the trampling of horse hooves rang against his ear.
tab A horse and carriage were laced up near the stable. Rege recalled that cart all too well. On the inside were hooks for metal restraints, and splinter covered seats. So, it didn't surprise him when a rather tall and shady figure was escorted from the cart. If the man could have kept his trap shut, he would have appeared infernal in a hellish sense. Instead, he decided to divulge that the only way he could be define as infernal was if the speaker was referring to an infernal nuisance. "Hello, fellow Survey Corps soldiers! My name is Messer Klein! I will be a new addition to the ranks! Did you know humans could be born from the a**s?! My friend here, Sergeant Cormac, is living proof - " The creature was rightfully punished. To Rege, that punishment was weak and needed further attention to detail. If Messer was going to speak out-rightly against his owner, then the consequences would be brutal and harsh. Why was his thought always drifting so far out of his grasp?
tab Rain had started to drip through some of the cracks within the wall of his prison. As a child, he would pretend he could be water. If he was thin enough, he could just escape through the cracks, and never be seen again.
tab Cool rock rested under him, so he curled his limbs into his body, hoping to somehow generate enough heat to survive. His wound was still fresh, stapled shut by an armature doctor. If he stretched his abdomen far enough, droplets of blood seeped out from the crusting wound. The pain radiated from every cell, each nerve, all senses. He could see, hear, taste, feel, and smell pain. Though, the pain was not what filled his mind.
tab He tried licking his lips to dull the sensation, but dehydration was taking its toll. Desperate eyes came to the cracks in the wall. Despite his mind screaming otherwise, his body moved him. Six inches later, he had his cheek pressed to the wall. In no time, his sandpaper tongue was against the slime, mold, and dirt covered wall, licking up each savory drop. And he cried. No, not tears of sorrow, but tears of complete and utter bliss. He had never felt such an ecstasy. Water coated his tongue, and he indulged in the pleasure.
tab A creek from the door shot a bullet through his spinal cavity. He resembled a threatened dog when his skin crawled. Or at least, he thought he did. The male could not move, and did not have the restraint to stop his current meal.
tab "Rege! Damn it!" The tall figure ripped open the gate bars, and slammed Rege's delicate head into the ground. Wounded and exhausted, Rege could only pant out air from the pain that shredded his insides. Shadows whirled at the corners of his vision. The clouds of black eventually consumed him, and lead him away from the torture at hand. He awoke shortly after, a blanket under him, water and food before him. Rege tried to reach for the food, but was unable to extend his arm, let alone a finger. 'Father' was there.
tab A finger with a translucent slime of antibotic ran over his wounded chest. "Now, now, child." Rege whimpered, using all of his energy to express his displeasure with the event. "If you weren't so rebellious, I wouldn't have to punish you. You know you are my favorite, Rege." That finger dipped inward, purposefully damaging the barely healing flesh. "Only the disobedient get punished. Do you want to be punished?"
tab "N..n..no.."
tab "Then apologize to your father."
tab "I..I'm s..s.or..ry. I..i..lo .. love y.. ou..." Rege was out of breath, and could no longer continue. He laid limp in the arms of his captor. Then was the sensation of fingers stroking through his hair.
tab "That's a good boy."
tab Back to reality, the blissful joy of life as he knew it.
tab The past was over now. What mattered were Allister's commands. The top command of the list was to protect and serve those in the Survey Corps with every ounce of ability Rege had. So, despite this new character's repulsive disobedience, and Rege's distaste for other living creatures, he would follow through. The male glared directly into Messer's changing eyes. Anyone with common sense would be able to tell that he was practically holding a neon sign that said "shut up." Rege was unsure that Messer knew how to read any form of social cue, but that didn't stop him from making an attempt. His sight then shot up to the Sergeant Cormic as he changed his expression simultaneously. Now, he adorned a rather passive and amicable personality. "A man of your stature should not have to lower himself to transporting a lowly criminal. If this is your final destination, I would be glad to take this one off of your hands."
tab An audible sigh escaped the sergeant's mouth as he leaned back to respond, "Thank God. This a*****e talks your ears off, so be careful." For a moment, it almost seemed as if the sergeant would get away without having to deal with any of Messer's comments. Oh how wrong that assumption was.
tab "Oh, oh Cormac! You're giving me away? Is this the bridal ceremony I've read about?" Was this kid trying to get killed? And Rege thought he was bad at reading social cues...
tab Sergeant Cormic lost his sanity with the last comment. He nearly screeched, "Just leave me the hell alone, you goddamn mannequin!" while frantically heading back to the cart. Within moments, he was loaded, and departing from the bane of his existence.
tab With all of the disturbances gone, Rege finally could bring his attention to both Julia and the mess of hair before him. They were both beaten, and as his command reigned, he was to only work for the benefit of the Survey Corps. A lone hand slipped under Julia's waist, supporting her weight. "I respectfully request permission to escort both of you to medical aid. I can not allow any other actions, for they are not beneficial to the Survey Corps." - Breath of robotic ice.
Wнєяє: Survey Corps Barracks
Wнαт: Asking to take Messer and Julia to sick bay.
Wιтн: Allister, Julia, Messer.
Wну: He was commanded.