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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2019 11:56 am
He had given Fettelite his information to contact him if anything was needed or should happen. It was surprising for him to find out the man also lived in the barracks. The half-man had just assumed the officer lived with Nat with the way they had held onto each other and talked.
Far from him to understand what was going on between those two and not really caring, he had recieved a message from the officer asking him to come over. Considering how meek the officer was, it was a relief he managed to even send a message. Responding back he would be there shortly, he set his carving tools aside and headed through the barracks to the designated door.
A quick knock on the door, the captain waited.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:59 am
By the time the General was finished and dismissed Fettelite, he was an absolute mess... Bruises and cuts covered his thighs and lower back, and there was an obvious hand-shaped mark quickly darkening around his neck. The general did a good job of avoiding his face this time, only his lips remained swollen, a cut here and there from bites made too roughly, and snow white strands of his hair covered his uniform.
But he was alive... And he had someone who said they would help him. Fettel absolutely hated bothering anyone with his problems. It was much easier to simply suffer in silence than go onto and become a burden to someone else. It was far too late to back out now though, Nat had already made the deal on his behalf and it would be awful to simply never use that gift he was given.
After powering down and washing off the fluids that remained on his body, blood and otherwise, December rested on his bed, eyes squeezed shut for a moment right before he sent a message to Wolframite.
And right before he dozed off, a knock was heard, and he quickly sat up with a wince. "It's open..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 8:21 am
He came when he heard the voice and entered. The room was designed like most of the rooms in the barracks. Small with just enough space for a dresser, shelf, desk, and bed. Windows looking out into the broken landscape. The officer seemed to have no luxuries and looking at him on the bed, he had no clothes that fit well. The baggy clothes that hung off his thin frame showed bruises old and new over his body, and the half-youma gritted his teeth. Once he was a Soverign, he would held these officers accountable.
"You look like s**t." He said, walking over and looking down at him.
"Want me to take that?" He asked, pointing a long claw to the busie on his neck. "I'm guessing there is more. Nothing broken?" He asked.
He didn't touch him or the bed. He wasn't sure what boundaries this man had and wasn't about to scare him by crossing them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 8:28 am
It was only natural that December flinched the moment he was addressed. while sitting down, he was lower than Wolframite, and his eyes naturally settled on the floor beneath his feet. Maybe back when they were both Lieutenants, speaking came easier, but a Captain was far more intimidating.
"I'm sorry..." was all he managed to say before looking up when the claw pointed at his neck. When they met before, he had normal, human hands, not these long, fluffy things... And he flinched at the sight of them too.
"No sir, nothing broken. And yes, please... I can't hide this very well, and it would make Nataniel upset to see it..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 8:46 am
"And I'm sure it doesn't make you feel great either." Directing an additional to the list of reasons to remove it by including the man.
He noticed his flinching and knew this wouldn't work if he curled away every time he showed up. He'd need to keep his temper in check with this one.
"I'll need to sit." He informed him and sat down slowly on the bed next to him. He then raised his claw, palm up. "I'll explain. The collar I wear is a personal item. It takes damage from one person and moves it to another. As a captain, I can heal more quickly than you and it would have less of a chance of scarring. I'm already burned on my neck anyways so one more mark doesn't bother me."
"I'll need you to take my hand to make a physical link for the transfer for the magic to work. I'll ask you to take your wounds, and you will say 'Take them' or 'You May' or however you wanna verbalize your agreement. This doesn't work without your consent. Please don't second guess this and decide to keep them. I can't use this twice in the same day."
"If you understand and have no questions, place your hand on mine. Don't worry about the claws. I won't cut you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 9:02 am
December did not say anything more at the new reason. It did hurt, but he had been taught well not to complain about it. The more you complain, the worse it would get was firmly planted in his mind, by both is sister and his general.
As Wolframite sat down, He scooted a little further towards the head of the bed, to give room for the other's arms, wincing from the pain of the fabric against the still tender marks on his thighs.
"Thank you... I feel really bad about this but... I really do appreciate it." It never took much to reassure the boy. People didn't always lie to him, and it seemed easier to trust everyone than it was to view everyone with suspicion. The assumed promise of not hurting him made him relax a little, and as told, he placed his hand on top of Wolframite's.
"I won't second guess... I don't want them to be seen. June and Nat would both be upset if they saw them, and I really don't want to stress them out anymore then they already are."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 9:24 am
He assumed June was another person close to him. Another boyfriend, friend, or family. In either case, there were at least two people looking out for him hopefully. "They sound like good people." Though it was just an assumption. People looked out for personal interest and those close to them.
"It's what we agreed after all." He took a deep breath. The purple crystal on his color glowed and he felt the crystal spikes dog into the flesh if his neck.
"I'm here to take your wounds. Allow me to take them." He managed through the bite of the collar, looking over at the officer.
His ears were perked, waiting for him to speak.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 10:08 am
"They are good people. Maybe you'll meet June one day. He's part of the Negaverse too." Off the top of his head, he couldn't remember June's Lieutenant name, but it was fine. June was always June.
"I know, but I still wanna thank you." With the words said, he gave the hand a squeeze and nodded.
"Please, take them. Thank you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 10:20 am
"Maybe so then." He said, surprised that the officer would even suggest they meet. Given the nature of their arrangement, he suspected some spite, but Fettelite seemed open and accepting of it.
The consent was given and in that moment, a heat would radiate through the officer's body, hotter in places with deeper, more severe wounds and just a dull warm on more superficial nicks. The building lightened and all together vanished from his body and rose up line dark shadows around the half-youma. Much was hard to even notice given that most of him was covered either by uniform or fur, but he felt it.
The spikes inside the collar retested, their job done, and the Crystal's glow faded back to a dormant stone.
Breathing out slow, he took off the collar all together, running a hand over his burned and now bruised neck, and rose up and get a sense of where the aches and pains of his body were.
The fabric of his uniform brushed against him and he made some assessing noise of discomfort as he moved a few places back and forth in the small room.
"Your general doesn't seem to care about light touched." He said, stretching to see if his range of motion might be compromised.
"Anything worse then this ever happen?" He asked. "Or is this a light day?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 10:34 am
December wasn't sure where he was going to feel things, or where there were gonna vanish from, but they did, and soon enough, he found it easier to breath, easier to sit up straighter. Even the deep rooted pain in his lower body was gone.
"... I behaved today. I didn't cry, so it wasn't too bad. On the really bad days, I can't walk, and then he drops me off in the park to make me get my quota... But I'm learning! And that doesn't happen as much anymore. He lets me go back to my room." Now that his throat didn't hurt anymore, he was able to talk normally, even offering a smile of appreciation now that the pain was gone.
Sadly, the collar couldn't take away the exhaustion that was so deeply set inside of him, and he longed to be with Nataniel again. Or atleast in his bed where he felt safe.
"But please, don't think too much about it. I read the Negaverse Guide, I know that our Generals can do whatever pleases them, so... There's no need to worry about it!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 11:07 am
"To an extent they can, but even I know it's hard to win an arguement from a superior officer. They shouldn't be going about abusing their power and getting hard ons from their power tripping of their subordinates to do whatever the ******** they want. People like that who aren't working to make stronger officers but instead put them at risk for getting killed by a senshi aren't helping anyone. They're trash and you should have never been put with someone like that."
"There are so many good generals that could have made this place feel more of a home for you." He said to the ceiling as he stretched an arm.
"Let's hope they aren't ever in the Rift. It would be great if they fell into a ravine." He said and arched his back, feeling a familiar, invasive sting that made him sick. This kind of pain he welcomed when he got to enjoy where it came from, but Fettelite did not. He didn't want this, and to know he had cried so often that it became a sick rule for his general that silence and complacent acceptance of his abuse were considered rewards was sick.
"Was your general the one that corrupted you? Did he approach you and ask you to join?" If so, then maybe the general scouted him on his looks and personality in order to use him this way. A predator wanting a specific type of person to prey on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 12:25 pm
"I used to be told all the time that people like me have a certain place in an organization.. I'm not really good at anything except sex, so... If it means I'm useful, then... I can't argue against it." December certainly was no leader. Even if granted power, what more could he do beyond what he's already tried? He was awful at fighting, unreliable in a fight, and a coward.
The Negaverse didn't need cowards.
"The Rift? I haven't been there... I don't think my General really goes there either." It didn't come easy to think about bad things happening to people. Part of him had a fear that his general could read minds and if he had ever thought anything bad, he'd be punished worse for it.
Paranoia came too easily in this world, and it all seemed terribly possible.
"No, It was General Leucite who brought me in. But... I don't know what happened, one day I wasn't part of his team anymore. I think one of the girls there who looked a lot like me very much hated me, so to keep the peace, I was moved around. It's weird... I haven't seen him in charge of any other people besides me..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 12:37 pm
"Just because you aren't very good now doesn't mean you can't become good. I was a weak, scared rookie when I first started. I had only some self defense training because of how small and young I looked, and never harmed anyone. It takes time and training to improve, which your general isn't doing. He is throwing you to the worked with both hands tied behind your back. That isn't tough love. It's cruel and senseless." He pointed out, tugging part of the hem to his pants to check out the bruises on his hip.
"People who tell you that you have one place are idiots. They think people can't change and grow. They get their pants right at the idea of a kind of world order. We don't recruit officers to ******** or at least we aren't supposed to do that. We need officers to fight or do Intel or help assist officers in these tasks. Your officer probably didn't recruit you for that reason. You probably didn't join us for that reason, right?" He said as he adjusted his pants and moved to look for a seat and then decided to just sit on the ground.
The sensation jolted up his spine as the arching pain rippled through him.
For ******** sake. Did this guy even use lube? He thought.
"What do you want to be useful at?" He asked, watching him. "Anything you like doing? That you wish you could do?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 1:08 pm
The more Wolframite spoke, the less December wanted to say anything. He thought back to when he corrupted, on when May and October died, how they 'betrayed' the Negaverse for personal game and how it ultimately ended with them having their souls crushed.
... And that was by someone who the Negaverse held in high regards, a General trusted to retake what was stolen.
What if he spoke up now and Wolframite was just a spy for his General? That he was just waiting for the opportunity to report him, and have his starseed yanked from his chest.
It was so much easier being alone in the Negaverse... Even now, he began to tremble a little bit, that realization hitting him hard.
"I just want to survive." He finally spoke. Nothing to talk down about his general, nothing that would incriminate him and demand him to get on his knees for a worse punishment than he had before. "I just want to survive and be with Nataniel... I'll be happy with that."
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 1:23 pm
He stared back and didn't know exactly how to handle that statement. Survival. A base, primal need to just exist. Not thrive, but to just make it. He wasn't sure how long December has been this way or what brought him to such a state, bit he had to desk with so much that he probably had nothing left to look forward when walking through coals.
Survive.
"Then I'll help with that. For now, if that is all you want, we will work on making you stronger and making your quota full in order to escalate your promotion. I also want to tell you that you can't wait long for me to take your injuries. My collar has a time limit. If you wait too long then I can't take it. If you get dropped off on a patrol after, message me. I'll teleport to you. Okay?"
He took the collar and slowly fitted it back on his throat.
"You are good to have someone willing to make sacrifices for your wellbeing. Be careful the Negaverse doesn't use that against you." He warned him. "Your general wants to break you. Don't bring up Nat to him or anyone should the walls have ears."
"I can take you to the Rift to talk and train. If your general doesn't go there, it should be a good place to go."
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