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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:26 am
This is a private RP between: Zale and Malo
Where: A town by a castle in hearts.
What's happening: Zale is practicing as an assassin when he lands into some trouble and heart's dungeon.
The tickle in the young assassin's nose was awful. The pitchweed flowers were unleashing their spores that evening and pollen drifted around in the twilight. The grimer boy had twice shoved his fingers into his nostrils to keep from sneezing.
His name was Oscar and he was training this young pup tonight. Zale or something... "Alright, Zale. Now tonight we're going to have a real sneaking job." He spoke in a hushed voice, deep in the long fronds of the pitchweed. It was tall enough to cover them and strong enough to block their scent from any patrolling officers. Some of those dirty dogs had extremely sharp noses.
"Tonight is all about stealth." He whispered. "We're going to sneak from this side of the city to the other and back again. I've laid 20 different trinkets around. They're silver medallions. If you can get at least 15 before sunrise, then we'll move onto more advanced training."
To be honest, the grimer had only completed this same mission a month ago with his mentor, who had only done it three months before him. The young teens were trained to communicate and pass on information to eachother and become a unit, while still being independent. The grimer was not much older than Zale.
"There's a few rules for this training. You must get at least two marked medallions which are inside people's homes. They are hidden all over the place- the ground, on rooftops and even in vendor carts, so be smart when looking for them. They're the size of a shilling so don't go checking between floorboards. ONLY take the medallions. If you're caught swiping other stuff, or if I hear about a murder you're going back three steps." He looked upside down over the grass and snorted, seeing the sun had offically set. "Ok. You can start now. I'll see you in the morning."
Before Zale could get too far, he snorted. "And Zale...there's guards. If you get caught, you're on your own. Meet me back here by sunrise."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 2:45 pm
"I'll see you in the morning."
He knew. He knew Zale would return, that he would not be caught. It didn't take long for Zale to confirm the mans words with a slight tilt of the head, legs propelling him off the ground and into the trees without a single word shared. That was how he operated, quietly, using as few words as possible. All he needed was the details, and he could slip into the night.
Sully was not training him today, and this annoyed him briefly. Sully was the only man that Zale trusted. However, he easily obeyed orders, for that was his job. He simply preferred Sully.
The young teen spotted a shimmer, and another, and another, and quickly he had snatched fourteen medallions. He wanted all twenty. All. He refused to accept less. He refused to accept anything less than the best.
He hadn't expected this night to be the one he met his new rival.
"Good night, Zale."
It was too late. The boy had been in the middle of a window, and suddenly ropes were around his arms, throwing him into a wall. A violent grunt escaped Zale's lips as he felt his back give, head falling forward as he hung there, held up by his arms. His eyes opened, locking, focusing on his attacker. How? How had someone captured him? Sully always praised him on how quiet he was, how silent, how absolutely invisible. And yet....
All he saw was amber eyes peering at him, and then cruel lips parting into a large smile, and then pain. He was hit, right in that cruel spot that would bring sleep to him, and he collapsed into the others arms, ropes removed. Strong hands stroked his cheek, smooth lips kissing his cheek softly before the figure carried him off.
"It seems we've got a treat."
- - - - - - - - - -
He woke with a snarl, leaping from his spot and lunging, as if finally reacting to something. A chain around his leg wrenched him back, and Zale collapsed onto cold, cement ground. It took a few snarls for the boy to calm and realize where he was, yellow eyes widening in brief shock.
The dungeon.
He had not been saved. Not only that, but he was captured. Briefly, the memory of his attacker speaking his name fluttered in his brain, gritting his teeth against the memory. s**t. He had screwed up somehow, and here he was, weaponless, chained, locked. If the chain wasn't there perhaps he could escape. Perhaps. He hadn't been taught how to escape cells yet.
s**t.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 6:58 pm
The library was quiet today. Preston mulled over his books and glanced at the foyer clock every now and then. He sighed and closed his book as he heard the whisper of air pass by: a door pulling open and closing again.
"Three...two...one." He muttered in his head, reaching up and grabbing the cold wrist that was now just above his head. Malo liked trying to scare his own mentor, but it only worked the first time he had done it. And now the ghost wasn't good enough to get him on a routine day. Preston held the arm fast, slowly got out of his seat and turned to meet the lavender-white haired youth face to face.
"Malo, why are you still trying?"
"I'll get you again one day, Pressy."
Preston's ears flicked and he scowled. "Preston. Don't you have something more...constructive you could be doing?"
"No, not really." The lampent admitted.
"Go scare someone else." He paused. "And go to the dungeon. You look unusally pale. Should eat something."
Malo sighed but knew Preston was right. But feeding himself was a struggle most of the time and he'd been nipped and punched more than once. Shame he could not feed from a bottle any longer.
His hat now in tow, he headed down to the dungeon and sighed, not even bothering to sign the visitor's log. He was hungry and there didn't seem to be anyone around.
Like a merchant at the vendor's market, he scored the rows of prisoners, looking for a feeble or tired one. A ruckus caught his attention and he stopped, glaring in at a prisoner fighting his bonds.
In a silky, slippery voice, he spoke. "You know they torture the ones who make a fuss." But he did not look directly at Zale as he drifted in the air lazily.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 10:04 am
His anger flared when he heard footsteps, though he kept silent, still. He knew better. The strong teen stiffened when a familiar figure entered the area, the sick voice hissing at him. No.
No.
A feral growl escaped his lips, something Zale never allowed. He promptly moved onto his side, rolling so his back was to Malo. No. Not Malo. Never Malo. Why? He had avoided for so long, and yet.... Here he was. No. He could not see Zale, and Zale would not speak to him. He needed to keep his distance. He had promised to keep his friends out of this, forever. He couldn't....
Honestly, he was scared. Malo was here, and now he was trapped in a cell, unable to get away. He couldn't run. He couldn't hide. He couldn't stop the voice screaming inside him, screaming at him to run. He couldn't stop this. He had wanted to avoid Malo, the one person he cared for the most, he wanted to protect him.
He mentally cursed Sully, snarling under his breath. s**t. Where was he? Where was his rescue team? ********. ******** ******** ********. <********.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:28 pm
Malo turned and grinned a brilliant white smile, yellow eyes flashing as, pausing for a moment, he pushed through the bars without opening the door. He was on the other side.
"However, I enjoy my prey when there's more of a challenge." He licked his sick mouth and tried to prod the victim into a playful cat and mouse. When his attempt faltered, he flipped over and jumped to the other's face, leaning down to openly mock him when his voice caught in his throat.
He...seemed familiar. Why? Had he drained him before? He did seem to be a bit reluctant around the Lampent. He...Malo narrowed his eyes and the fire in his chest glowed a bit brighter to light the other's features.
"ZALE!?" He backed up so fast he hit the bars. He stared some more and a playful grin came to his face. "Well, fancy meeting you here." He put his hands behind his back and almost sneered. "My friend who did nothing but push me away that one day...its been a long time, hasn't it? And now you can't make me leave or run away. This is my home." He leaned against the wall and smiled. "Wanna talk? Since you really have nothing else to do."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:59 pm
Zale did not like Malo jumping in his face, but he had known it would happen, hearing movement. Yellow eyes closed, not looking at Malo, not even when Malo leapt backwards and screeched. No. He wouldn't look. He'd ignore.
As Malo spoke Zale simply flicked his tail once, and continued to ignore. No, he didn't want to talk, and yet he felt tempted. Instead, the green haired teen curled up, covered his ears, and attempted to shut out Malo's voice.
Let him be tortured, he did not care. For this, this right here, this cruel meeting, this was worse than any torture.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 1:51 pm
Malo sighed and looked up to the top of the cell. He waited for a few minutes for Zale to speak and then snorted. "So I really did do something to upset you, huh? If you tell me what it is I did, I'll apologize. But I can't apologize if you won't let me know what's going on. We were friends, Zale. You were the only one I had at one point." He had pulled the other's wrist away from his ear forcefully and raised the volume when he saw the other wasn't listening.
"Now, I'm hungry, so I'm going to go for a few minutes, but when I come back I want you to tell me exactly what's going on here, alright? Why you're down here and what I did to make you so angry. And...maybe we'll see if I can help you."
He drifted to his floating position again and began to lightly drift out of the cell to go find another prisoner to drain.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:01 pm
Zale ignored the other, again, however as his hand was removed and the volume was raised he was forced to listen. Yellow eyes closed, attempting to block out that voice, however he was forbidden from doing so. His head raised once Malo had left, and he wanted to claw his ears out, his ears and eyes.
Malo wasn't going away, Malo was staying. He wanted to scream, he wanted to drown himself and never resurrect. He was so scared, and he felt so helpless... Yet... He slowly sat up, folded his legs despite the chain rattling loudly to remind him of his capture, and he waited.
He would scare Malo away. If silence did not work, he'd make his words. He'd scare him away. Yet, he was afraid, so damn afraid! He was scared that when he opened his mouth the wrong words would leave, and he'd reach out. He was so scared of grabbing onto Malo and pulling his friend closer. He needed someone. No. Wait. He didn't. He didn't....
Zale recoiled into himself, hands grabbing his ears, attempting to shut out the much louder voice inside him, the one that screamed and cried while his outward self simply blankly blinked. His nails dug into his cheek bones, knees drawing up as slowly he adopted back the curled up form he loved as a child.
He had screwed up by being caught... and now he was forced to confront the one person he wanted to run from. He was terrified, him, a hit man. He was absolutely terrified of the pale teenager. He preferred torture at this point.
Torture.
Perhaps, if he screamed loud enough, if he panicked, if he freaked, perhaps they would take him away and torture him like Malo had said. Perhaps he could avoid Malo.
Perhaps...
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:28 pm
Malo returned with a blue, white and purple goo seeping from his mouth. He wiped his lips and did not re-enter the cell, but simply leaned against the bars with an arm propping him up. He sighed.
"Zale." He called out. "Why don't you let me know what's going on? Please. I really haven't meant to be a bad friend." He reached into the sleeve of his cloak and withdrew a small pilfered box of little cakes. "Look. If you tell me I'll give you some sweeties. Yummy yummy yummy." He forced a smile but seeing the other in a curled ball like that made sorrow seep into his eyes and a sad frown replace his usual smirk.
There was a sudden marching noise and the door opened. Malo vanished for a moment as the guard change passed, testing the lock before moving on. When he re-appeared a moment later, Malo had evaporated to sit beside zale and lay a cold hand on his shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:28 pm
By the time Malo had moved he had shifted into a sitting position, watching the guard that walked by. When Malo returned he leapt away, chain tensing and jerking him as he went further than he was supposed to. He hadn't liked that, and his overly sensitive reactions had kicked in. He settled down away from Malo, tense.
He didn't want sweets, scowling fiercely at Malo. "I am not a kid." He grumbled, tail lashing. Still, he seemed more cooperative at the moment, head raising.
"Why do you keep trying?" He questioned lowly, viewing Malo. He was analyzing the other, as if he was attempting to discover the others true intentions.
"Why won't you hate me? Should I break something you love? Or someone? Should I destroy your puppets, or perhaps your hat?" His voice was tight, swallowing thickly before suddenly whipping his head to look away. His eyes refused to meet Malo's, legs crossing despite the faint rattle of the chain.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 7:23 pm
"I am aware you're not a kid. You haven't been a kid for a long time." He looked at Zale, just wishing their matching yellow eyes would intercept. He opened the box of treats and sampled one, chewing it all the way down before he spoke again.
"I keep trying because you keep resisting. I won't stop trying, Zale. Friends don't give up on eachother like that." At the other's threat, he bobbed.
"Why should I hate you?" He asked. "Puppets and a hat are replaceable...Zale, you've already broken someone I cared for. What more can you possibly do to me?" He smiled softly, then grabbed Zale's chain and began to drag him mercilessly over.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:05 pm
His eyes watched the shadows, trying to pinpoint which was Malo's. He shuddered briefly as the teenager opened treats, his stomach reminding him of his own hunger. No. He made a point of not eating sweets or anything not healthy. Something like that could affect his body, the one thing he needed to perform his job.
His eyes shut tightly, wanting to scream. Wanting to drown out the fear that was welling in his heart. Make Malo stop. Make Malo go away. Make his cruel voice stop trying to lure out the boy that wanted him. The boy that wanted to curl his fingers around Malo and beg him to save him. To stop the murderer, the monster that was becoming dominant. The man that was starting to rely on others blood and screams for his own life. He wanted some humanity back. He wanted Malo to be his humanity, the string that kept at bay the two personalities from clashing. Keeping the killer away from who he was.
Yet, he knew better.
His heart wrenched and shuddered. No. He was not made for this. He would resist, for that was what Zale was good at. Resisting and conquering. Surviving.
Somehow, the male was dragging him over. Oh, the chain. It was limiting Zale's movements. He wanted to scream for the torturer to separate them. It was clear the teenager was mentally unstable as his eyes flashed, widening and growing into slits.
"Stop." He suddenly, quietly, said. His eyes closed, focusing once more once they reopened, his emotions seemingly under control once more. Still, the fear pounded as he attempted to dig his feet into the ground. Make this stop. Someone make this stop.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 3:19 pm
Malo so wanted to lock lips with the bound teenager, but he would have to settle for less since he had just eaten. He leaned forwards, as if to kiss him on the cheek.
Nothing got passed Malo. As tricky as the lampent was he was still able to read emotions. And Zale definitely needed some time. That little mini outburst had almost scared him!
He whispered into his future beloved's cheek. "I come here every other day to feed. You don't have to talk to me but if you want to escape you won't get far without help. When you're ready, leave a few chicken bones in the corner close to the bars but far from the door." And with that, Malo planted a tiny lick on the Grovyl's cheek, sliding off of him and vanishing into thin air.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:41 pm
Zale watched Malo depart, his trailing after the male before shifting further into his jail cell, feeling relief wash over his body. That was all he wanted, for the person he had relied on months ago to just vanish, for that was best, wasn't it? Just because they were close as children didn't mean they needed to be now. No, it meant they needed to be apart now. The fact they were so close was dangerous. Malo was in danger, and he'd endure his punishment for allowing the male close for as long as needed. Forever, if Malo was left out of this.
He'd endure this prison.
He'd endure the breaking inside both his heart and mind.
And he'd endure what was yet to come.
- Time Skip -
He was breaking.
How long had he stayed there? How long had it been? How long did it take to steal everything that kept you standing? Zale wanted to reach within his throat and rip out his organs. He wanted to lean back and break whatever he could touch. It was the cell that broke him, it wasn't the torture, no, that was safety. It was the fact he was confined. That Malo was so close. That he was here, locked in a cell, unable to escape. That he had failed.
Not only had he failed everyone he loved, or at least once loved, he had failed his employer. He had failed both the people he wished to protect and the people he served. Was that his definition? A failure? Was he now one of these poor souls within the cell, would he rot forever and become nothing more than a shell of what once was Zale?
It didn't seemed much different. He already felt like he was a shell. Rotting from the inside, his organs crawling with maggots and mind decaying. Dark, wasn't it?
He was stuck in a cell where he couldn't escape even himself. Where, actually, the only company was his wretched self. Where he had all the time in the world to remind himself of this pathetic life he served. It was when his conscience, so carefully buried at one point, began to scream the loudest. When the emotions mixed and melded and became nothing more than a hurricane that wanted to devour anything that his mind would offer. He was a stranger in his own mind, and suddenly he was forced to confront it.
It was when the fear grew the worse when he'd scream. Zale had snapped a few weeks ago. He had dropped that composure he had once so flawlessly produced. That mature grace. No. He was nothing more than a man on a flimsy bed, hands clawing at his face and hair, body arched upwards as his feet dug into the bed, elbows supporting his lithe frame as the hollow screams wrenched from his stomach and out of his throat.
The screaming ripped from him and lured the guards. He didn't care anymore, the torture was almost a release. It distracted his mind briefly, focusing on pain that he was not afraid of. He wanted it, it was his punishment and his savior.
The tan male drug his body across the floor, tan fingers curling into his palms as he managed to reach the bed. Such an elegant man, broken into pieces that resembled little less than a person. Bruises lined his body, but they did not, and could not, mimic the state of his unwilling mind.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:17 pm
Malo had been amused by Zale's resistance to escape. Then, he had grown impatient and annoyed. And now he was worried. It had been two months and the tortures had not become any better, nor worse. While Malo was frienemies with Atticus, even he was helpless to stop the cuts into the flesh or the yanking of hair or the removal of toenails that had berated but never destroyed that gorgeous body.
It was on this day that he finally knew what he had to do. But he'd need Atticus's help for it and he wasn't going to like the result. But it was too sad for him to even watch anymore. Even Preston had noticed the Lampent hadn't pulled any pranks and when he did, there was no joy in it anymore. He did it to save face and uphold his reputation.
If Zale wasn't going to ask to be released, then Malo would cut out the middle man and just do it himself.
He drifted into the Dungeons, wearing a much different outfit. Winter was blizzarding outside and a bitter frost had overtaken the castle. Malo was wrapped in a large, brown blanket. "Zale." He hissed into the cell, moving himself into it once more.
There, he settled beside the broken body and dropped the blanket onto him. "Enough of your nonsense, Zale." He said in a cold, dark tone. He didn't even sound like Malo, his face in a scowl. "We can do this one of two ways. Either you listen to me and work with me and escape, or I will send guards to arrest Sully. Maybe put him to public execution. Do you think he'd stand a chance against her highness's forces? Do you think he'd survive as long as you have?"
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