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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:39 pm
He didn't want to meet Leto in any other place than the battlefield, but circumstances and being on the losing side meant he had no choice or say in the matter. He couldn’t protest that it was a jeopardy to his own person to be seen outside of uniform, or that he refused on the grounds that it went against his rights as a Negavereser. He had been proven he had no rights, and any jeopardy that might have come from being seen out of uniform was shared by seeing Leto. That was the only plus, but he knew that in seeing her, he would never be able to strike her. Chained by watchful eyes and attention and literally collared to obey, he could not so much as raise even his pathetic jump rope against her.
H was trapped and all he could do was answer the call.
He had been wondering when the collar about his neck would be used, and there was this constant paranoia and shadow of dread over him in expecting it to do something. The object was a trespass on his security and his own body, and the fact he felt uncomfortable with it even when taking a shower left him unnerved and bitter. The fact it was now connected to Leto in some form was a fraction of personal he didn’t like.
It was a good thing he wasn’t at work when the collar beeped, causing him to jump in place and look around, before checking his phone. The sound wasn’t loud like a bullhorn, but it was close enough to startle him. When he saw he had no messages on his phone, he had continued walking. It wasn’t until several beeps later, all of which grew louder, that he felt in him a sudden urge to go to a place. A certain place, and like a migrating animal heading the call of nature, he stopped and turned.
Then he knew.
Teeth gritted, he sent a text to Billy saying he’d be out on a chore and then headed down. He had been informed there were two places that he could be called. Either the Negaverse, which this didn’t seem, or the place where Leto was staying. It took him a very uncomfortable bus ride, all of which he just told people his phone was new and he didn’t know how to turn off the text sound settings off, before, red-faced, he made it to Zink’s place.
The beeping by this time had turned into a sharp pinch in his neck, and he was sure it would have gotten worse before he knocked on the door, looking around and trying to muffle the sound of the beeping with the collar of his hoodie. This was the worst.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:15 pm
If there was one saving grace to this entire situation, it was that Zink had essentially turned Wolframite into Leto's personal dog. Which, in Leto's mind, was exactly what he should have been. Sitting on Zink's couch, Quinn laughed to herself at the irony of Wolframite's name as she pushed the button on her remote repeatedly. She knew all too well that after a while the beeping would turn into small shocks, more painful the longer he took to arrive at his destination. As she sat and waited, she wondered for a moment if it was a bad idea to call him to Zac's apartment while she was in her civilian form. Deciding that they would be on equal playing field as he would likely show up as a civilian as well, the thought quickly slipped from her mind. Pressing the button again, a grin split upon her bruised, awful looking face when she heard a knock at the door. Using her left hand, the only one of the two that was functional, she pushed herself up off of the couch and made her way over to the door. Leaning against the doorframe, she swung the door open and proceeded to twirl the remote around her left index finger in a taunting manner. The short brunette stared down who she was sure was Wolframite in his civilian form, her dark red eyes filled with pure, unbridled hatred mixed with the tiniest hint of amusement. "We match," she smiled at him, knowing how humiliated he must be that he had to wear that god-forsaken thing around his neck. Then she pulled her hair away from her neck to show the deeply bruised flesh where Europa had tried to stomp the life out of her. Her own 'collar' of sorts from the events of his ambush. Her hand dropped down and slipped into the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt where her fingertips could graze over her henshin pen to cool her bubbling anxiety. Her right hand, casted and useless, hung limply at her side. Standing aside, she tilted her head in the direction of the inside of the apartment, inviting her new friend in.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:56 pm
Ladon was a different take compared to his Negaverse persona. He was shorter than he was as a General, lacking the heels and now in a pair of converse sneakers. He wore cargo shorts, t-shirt, and an oversized white hoodie with green sleeves and a little turtle emblem on the upper right chest. The back of the hoodie had little patterns, like a shell. Most notably was the lack of an eye-patch and a actual eye, though not real but an impressive prosthetic, set instead. A burn scar laced up the side of his neck, under the collar, and up to one ear.
Frowning, he looked at Leto, or who he could only assume to be Leto, and glad that the beeping and the shocks had stopped.
He didn’t know what he expected when he saw Leto. Part of him wondered if she was bed-ridden, crumpled in white sheets in some bed, but another part expected her to be alive and well, even energetic and physically fit. Instead, she stood in the doorframe with a worn hoodie, her hair a bit tussled and looking worn and tired. Too – average to seem human or capable of shifting into the powerful signature he and Europa worked together to take down. To imagine her and think that this same woman sported Amazonian garbs and black wings would have been laughable if you didn’t know about that type of world - Of what she was capable of.
As she showed her neck, he didn’t restrain a smile, but had wished that they had broken that neck than just bruised it. He glanced downa t his own collar, something that wouldn’t just go away with time and rest, and then lifted up his own bandaged hand, set in a cast along with the wrapped hand where he was branded. “I guess we do. Whoopie.” He said sarcastically, all too enthused to match with Leto.
He looked at the place inside the open door and somehow felt as if he would be trapped. He had to remind himself that they were both screwed in power right now, both civilians, and that Leto had the remote.
He wondered about that remote and how easily it could be replaced. Was there a punishment that came if he crushed it? Could it be crushed? Would Zink be notified if it just went missing?
Probably.
Sighing, he stepped inside and only took a few steps inside, letting Leto lead whatever way she wanted him to be. “What do you even want?” If she called him, she wanted something. He didn’t want to be here as long as need be.
He looked around and then glanced back at Leto, wishing she wasn’t able to walk. He should have broken her legs instead of her stupid wings. It felt weird to be in the place that no only Leto was now recovering, but the man who punished him in the first place. He and Zac had been on speaking terms before they drifted apart, but were never close enough to actually hang out. He never was invited to his place, and they never socialized much outside of their own duties. To be in his home felt strange and made him feel as if he was trespassing into a very personal place – like opening someone’s top dresser drawer. Intimate.
It made him feel a little sick.
He touched his cellphone in his pocket, his own lifeline to Billy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 3:23 pm
Quinn's eyes slid over Ladon's neck, tracing the burn scar with her gaze. She knew exactly when, how and by whom the boy had come across such a scar. The thought almost made her smile, except she now probably hated Gunn just about as much as he did. She glanced down at his hand, and actually laughed. A genuine, stupid laugh. Because there was nothing more pathetic than the sight of the two of them, casted, bruised and broken, and complete and utter enemies. Closing the door when Ladon finally stepped inside, Quinn turned and followed him into Zac's apartment. It was obvious that she had been sleeping on his couch and drinking away her pain as empty bottles lay strewn across his coffee table. She shrugged her shoulders half-heartedly and answered him honestly. "I was bored. I wanted to see if it worked." Quinn watched him for a moment, then added with a harsh tone to her voice, "Until that thing comes off, it doesn't matter why I call you. All that matters is that you come when I do, like the dog that you are. I just wanted to ensure that you're being obidient so I don't have to report you to my dear friend Zinkenite." She hoped that last bit stung. Clenching her teeth, she let out a long heavy breath. "I can offer you a drink, alcoholic or otherwise, or you can just sit here sober and enjoy my ******** company for a little while. Because I am a god damn treat and if you stopped trying to kill me for 5 minutes, maybe you would know and appreciate that." Poor Quinn was very confused and even more-so conflicted. She wanted to rip out Wolframite's heart, but in front of her stood a young guy that looked like s**t and had things been different 3 years ago... If she hadn't been a part of the group that tortured and killed Negaverse Agents. Maybe the two of them would be friends. That was a lot of what-ifs, but that didn't mean that Quinn, not Leto, couldn't at least be a decent human being for once.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 4:51 am
He frowned when he found he was here as just a try out. He had to come all this way just because she wanted to see if he would come. It was at least smart. Call for him when it wasn't a emergency or necessity, but it also was a powerplay move and one that annoyed him because it took time out of his day. Testing 1,2.3. He wasn't amused but expressing anything about his dislike for her just randomly testing out his collar would only make things worse for him. Anyways, she probably already knew it pissed him off. That was the point of all of this.
As for Zink, he only gritted his teeth and looked around. Dear friend, huh? It was sad that Zink could be friends with this girl, someone who went against what the Negaverse stood for and harmed it's people, and yet only gave him the cold shoulder. There was something to be said about a Genearl-King who could call Leto a friend and let her stay with him.
It made him want to wreck Zink's things in spite, but he knew how stupid that would be and just let that urge pass.
"Don't mistake what this is as obidence. I'm just forced to be here." He wasn't wagging his tail at obeying a command after all.
At the offer for a drink, he didn't say anything. Sharing anything alcoholic with her sounded like a bad idea and generally wasn't something he tended to do. He also just didn't feel like taking her up on any hospitality. Every offer just seemed too friendly to him and taking any piece of that made him feel as if he was somehow on her side. As if the collar made her a member of her group. He didn't want that.
Her offer for her delightful company only had him looking back at her and crossing his arms. "I'd enjoy using those 5 minutes trying to kill you more." More than sitting here and ….he didn't know. He didn't know what this even was. He was here, the collar worked, now what? It was weird and went against his fur to be standing here in her company when they weren't fighting or she wasn't here to bark some order at him as he had expected. Even talking like this made him fidget in place.
But at least there were windows here. At least he could see the outside. It's wasn't a small room. It wasn't dark here. If it had been….then he wouldn't have been so cocky.
"Appreciate isn't a word I'd use with you." It wasn't even the first thousand words he would use along with Leto.
He just stood there, not knowing what to do with himself. While he didn't want to do any of her orders, at least orders he got. Standing here and pretending to be normal with her almost seemed worse.
His eyes went to the booze on the table. "Drinking your pain away?" He hoped it was a lot of pain, because he felt like s**t. He wanted her to feel shittier.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 8:44 am
Quinn stared at him, an incredulous expression upon her face. Was he serious right now? She had had enough already and her hospitality only went so far when it came to people that tried to kill her. "Yes. I am drinking my pain away. The way I let myself heal is my ******** business," her tone immediately turned snappy. Her brow furrowed and she narrowed her eyes slightly. They stood in silence for a moment, while she thought about her options. Clearly this guy didn't want to play nice, civilians or not. "You won't just be taking orders from me," she decided. "You'll be the Dark Mirror Court's pet for the duration of your punishment. They need anything, they call me, and I call you. If there are any issues, I will find out immediately, so don't you dare try and pull something with any of them. You can ******** with me all you want, but them? They're off limits." Quinn looked from Wolframite to the door that she just let him in through. "We're done here. Get the ******** out." She had enough. She didn't know how to look at this man and stand in the same room as him and be friendly. There would clearly never be a time in which the two of them would work side by side. Eventually, one day, this would all lead to someone's death- because there wasn't a chance in hell that the two of them could live on the same planet in peace and harmony. Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 3:07 pm
He looked at her. He said something that upset her, and out of each thing he said, he wasn't sure which one set her off - or off the most.
He was just confused now when she told him to leave. "I won't be pulling anything on the members of your court. You know and I'm sure everyone knows by now that my hands are tied. I'm the little example of what can happen when you go against orders. Trying again would mean I'd be dead." And he had someone special he had to be alive for and had tested more than once.
At the command to leave, he looked at the door, and made the step to it before pausing and looking back at her. She had said he wanted him here to enjoy his company but was shooing him out. She didn't seem that drunk to be that overly emotional. "I'm just curious....what did you expect I'd do by being here? Did you think I'd really enjoy your company?" Why was she angry at him for saying what he did? He had tried to kill her and had nearly done so if it wasn't for Zink. Did she expect him to be kind?
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