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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 3:16 pm
He was exhausted. Any sleep he tried to get was interrupted by the uncomfortable conditions they kept him in. The chains dug at his wrists, the floor was cold, and the wound on his side seemed to be getting worse. While the stab itself hadn’t been enough to kill him, much longer in poor conditions without being properly treated would.
It seemed like it had been days already… but he knew not much time had passed. How much longer were they going to be asking him the same questions…? Were they treating the others this poorly? Were some being killed? Or did they suffer through worse…?
How was Ganymede…? Was she even alive…? He still couldn’t think of a use they would have for a senshi they wouldn’t be able to corrupt. While he heard no news from Benitoite that she had been killed, he couldn’t help but think one of them, if either of them, would make it out of this place.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 5:57 pm
It had taken much convincing on her part to be allowed in here, and once she stepped foot inside the fairgrounds, she was going to make absolutely certain that she remained there. Like a feline that's dug her claws deep into the fabric, Mica silently dared anyone to try and drag her away and she felt she had made a personal victory when Buddingtonite was no longer at her heels. He knew he couldn't hold her down nor could he convince her to return to the apartment and relax.
She had been out of commission for far too long, and she was eager to return to work, eager to move around and do things. For too long she had been coddled, with one general-turned-nursemaid after the other looming over her, tending to her wounds, feeding her when they thought her too weak to do anything for herself. She tried not to think of the last few months, but the small, ebb of pain she felt in her midsection every so often sent a painful reminder and only worked to agitate the wounds that lingered behind, the wounds that no about of stitching could repair.
She wanted to get back into the Negaverse and pick up where she left off, and she knew of only one way to do it. She had happened that Apatite would have acknowledged her deed and quick thinking to open the portal, but thus far, no one had said a thing. Normally this wouldn't have bothered her, but today, she felt exceptionally agitated, and who better to take it out on then a knight?
"Oh, aren't we familiar?" Mica couldn't stop herself from saying as she approached her captive, and it didn't take long for her to recall where she had seen such a man before. She made a point to tap the end of her spear on the ground, letting the sound resonate, wanting to drive the point home, since she could not drive the spear through his chest as she had always longed to do. "Please, tell me you remember me... or did someone finally knock some sense into you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:12 pm
Although he did not know her name, he knew who she was. He had heard enough about her to realize how reckless he’d been that night in the warehouse. To give a Negaverse officer back their weapon, and a General at that, was pretty much suicide.
But he’d taken the risk. He took a chance at helping her so they could both help others get out alive. Perhaps now that was going to come back to haunt him, but he knew he would still react the same way if they were in that situation once more.
“I do…” he replied warily eyeing her spear before lifting his eyes up to her. “You got out okay… I’m glad…” And he was. He wished everyone had been able to make it out, but with how things turned out…
“I’ll answer your questions,” he tried saving her some time as he shivered from the sudden chill. He didn’t feel well and doubted he would last long if she started beating on him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 11:13 am
From a medic standpoint, Valhalla didn't look too great, though it was easy to turn that part of her brain off, or in the very least, shove it to the back of her mind. Whatever wounds he still carried with him and whatever new ones she could inflict upon him would be attended to after the session... the order to leave their captives alive wasn't her favorite order, but she understood and respected their reasoning.
She still held her spear at her side, though it was at the ready, eager to strike but waiting until the right moment. The look in his eyes disgusted her on every level- there was some amount of fear but it was a rational, cautious and contained fear. Not nearly enough for her tastes. And he spoke truth, claiming to be glad she got out alright. Her lips crooked into a smile, but it held little life or mirth. It was a smile of pity. "Of course I did. You're a fool to have worried about me in the first place, but I'm certain you hear that a lot."
This was all a little too easy, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. He was giving in, but he didn't sound... nearly as defeated as she wanted. Could there still be some lingering hope somewhere in there? How much would she have to do to cut it out, she wondered, as she came to stand in front of him, well within spear's length. "You take the fun out of this, but that's fine with me. I'm simply here for business, so let's get started. First, what is your name, knight, and tell me what your end goal in all of this is. I'm curious..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 3:11 pm
His eyes followed her spear as it moved, unable to do anything to protect himself. He was entirely at her mercy. If she wanted to kill him, it would be easy. While Valhalla would really like not to die, he was resigned to the very real possibility of it the moment he surrendered.
“My name is Valhalla. I’m a knight of Jupiter. My end goal is to live a normal life in peace. Have a family, grow old…” he said honestly, not knowing what she expected. “Before that… I wish to find a way for all of us to come to terms for peace. This violence and killing is pointless…”
He knew he had pretty unpopular opinions when it came to dealing with the Negaverse, but he wasn’t about to change anytime soon.
“What about you…?” he wondered, not trying to offend her or cause himself an early death. “Are you married? I’m married…” he confessed, figuring most of the Negaverse knew at this point anyway.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:03 pm
Thus far, Mica wasn't quite sure what to think about this knight, though she could tell that he was far deeper than she had originally thought him to be. Their previous encounter gave the impression that he was a simple man, if not foolish and perhaps a little naive, but she could look at him and tell that he held a considerable well of knowledge. She simply had to find a way to tap into it.
Drilling enemy wasn't exactly her forte, but she was willing to try her hand at it. Anything to feel useful to the cause once again, though she suspected that the prisoners would be needing medical attention, if Apatite's order to keep them alive was genuine. With her, it was always hard to tell...
Despite his willingness to talk, she could sense a hint of resilience left in him, and that was beginning to grate on her nerves, as well as his false politeness. She assumed it to be false- no Knight could be that polite to their enemy! "If you wanted a normal life like that, then you've made a terrible mistake. No such things exist here within this city... especially now for your kind."
It was a pitiful goal, but Mica hardly held it against him. Was that not anyone's desires? She wasn't sure herself- her own desires beyond serving a purpose in the ranks were a mystery, even to herself, and all for the better. "And I'm afraid that the only way we could put an end to this war is for your side to simply submit, and yet you continuously refuse to do so. Rather, your allies do. I was told you surrendered yourself fairly quickly... you ruined Buddingtonite's game when you did that."
She couldn't stop herself from chuckling. "Well done."
Was that last part genuine, or a simple ruse to gain his trust? Forever a mystery. When he turned the questions onto her, she dismissed them with a cold smile. "I don't care if you're married. We're here on business, nothing more, Valhalla, though if you try anything foolish, I'll be happy to extra your significant other's name to punish as well. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 3:57 pm
“I surrendered because I didn’t know others had already been taken. Because I thought you only wanted Ganymede and I wasn’t going to let her go alone,” Valhalla frowned, remembering Chaldene’s defiant look when they’d surrendered in his stead. What kind of horrors would he have faced? No, Valhalla did not regret his decision.
They already had Ganymede. They were already torturing her and beating her, but she was stronger than he was. She would remain unbroken and keep her head up, and he would do what he could to stay alive as well. He hoped his pocketwatch would be enough to remind her that he was still alive. That he had not been killed. As long as she had the pocketwatch, she would at least know that.
“I told her I didn’t think we were ready for children,” he continued, ignoring the woman’s threats. “We’re too young, we’ve only been married a year and a half. She tends to jump into things without thinking, so I have to remind her what she could be giving up to have children…”
He paused, his eyes determined for the General to understand. “But she has memories of a future that could take place not too long from now. Our family will be broken apart and killed. She’ll never have the chance to follow her dreams or have children of her own. I wish I’d agreed sooner. Maybe we wouldn’t have been at that party… Do you want children…? Or is this the only commitment you can have in your life?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:45 am
She arched her brow and couldn't help but allow some of her confusion to be seen. Was he being for real right now, or was this all a clever ruse to trick her into lowering her guard? Mica didn't want to think anyone was so foolish, but she had seen living proof in her former roommate from time to time. "Don't flatter yourself... while Ganymede is certainly an interesting topic, every senshi and knight has its use. For a little while, anyway. It's up to us to access that use, and see if it can be used to our advantage. And if not, we'll make quick work disposing of them."
Then he began to ramble on about children, family life, marriage, boring old prattle that Mica had absolutely no interest in, and she spat, shaking her head and hoping to put an end to it. "Obviously so, if you chose to surrender herself after watching her husband take a blade to the chest. I would give up the notion of children and family, Valhalla, and quick, because I'm certain there will be none of that in your future now."
Not that she expected any of these captives to be returned to their kind alive, or recruited into their own ranks. Whether they went in willingly or were forced against their will was hardly her concern- an officer was an officer, though perhaps this time they needed to screen them for loyalty. This one? He was too stupid to recruit... he was too much like Vespa, and the very thought of that name, and his constant questioning of family, made her lash out. She lifted her spear up and turned it around, slamming the hilt of the spear against his exposed midsection in hopes of silencing him. "Now I know you're playing dumb, knight. I fail to see where any of that is your business. Now tell me, those marks on Ganymede and the other one... what do they mean, and can Knights gain the same marks? Tell me, or I will guarantee that if you do survive this, you won't have children."
And to prove her point, she turned her spear around to where the blade was pointed towards his lower region. She was getting annoyed with this prattle! If he wasn't going to offer her intel, then he was wasting her time, and she didn't like that in the least!
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 4:20 am
He hoped that getting her to talk would make her realize this was insane. Capturing and torturing people for… what? Information? Vengeance? The satisfaction of having them in a prison?
She assured him that he would no longer need to think of a family or his future anymore, but he opened his mouth to continue, to try and reason with her, but the wind was knocked from him as the hilt of the spear caught him in the chest. He wheezed and coughed in surprise, only to try and struggle away (a useless attempt) when the spear was turned around to the pointy side.
“I-I don’t know! I’ve only seen Ganymede!” he lied, hoping with all his heart that they hadn’t managed to get their hands on Babylon. “No one really knows what those marks are! Not even Ganymede! She would have told me if she knew!” he said, the determination in his eyes replaced with that of fear. But that was her intention, wasn’t it? To threaten his life. “Please, I would tell you anything I knew about it if I could! I just know it seems to keep Chaos out. It repelled General Queen Lauralite when she tried to corrupt her!” ChibiGingi I’m so sorry for the wait. I really do appreciate and enjoy the opportunity to RP with you. QQ <3
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 12:00 am
Had Mica been any less of a general, she might have felt pity for the knight, but no such feelings existed within her. She wouldn't allow it. She'd hunt down such pathetic emotions and rend then asunder until there was nothing left. In truth, she wished that was Queen Metalia's doing and she welcomed the emptiness that should have came when she allowed chaos into her body. It would have made everything all the easier to do. Even now, all she wanted to do was silence the knight forever, put an end to his misery, and move on to the next target. She didn't want to feel pity or sympathy for how he was more concerned for the one called Ganymede and even herself than himself, and yet, she could feel it wanting to take shape, deep within her chest, like a tumor.
Killing the knight now would appease that desire to eradicate such weak thoughts within her, but she had to stay her hand, for General-Queen Apatite. Since apparently they needed information from their enemies if they were going to destroy them. Not illogical- one would have to learn of the illness in order to treat it, would they not? Perhaps thinking in those terms would work?
It didn't, but Mica forced the thought aside and just in time, as her captive began to talk. His confession hardly surprised her and she wondered if the doubt she felt was justified or if she was simply unwilling to believe the knight. This one seemed naive and honest... thus far. Yet he hadn't done anything that screamed untrustworthy either. She ignored the feeling and accepted his answer, as she listened to the rest. Now this she found even harder to believe but she didn't move her blade any closer, pretending not to be at all intrigued at the idea of anyone having the potential to accomplish the feat that Ganymede apparently had. "Repelled, you say? How so? Describe it to me, or I'll pierce one of those pretty little eyes of yours."
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