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He watched Tristan do his little acrobatic and a little grin appeared on his face, despite his very recent near death experience. What an upbeat young man he is.

But this warranted a slight change of Tristan's restraints. He walked behind the guy and adjusted them, this time restraining Tristan's arms crossed behind his back and his forearms chained together. Just for good measure, he ran chains from each of Tristan's wrists to his new collar.

"There, let's see you get out of that," he grinned at Tristan and patted his shoulder like he was his new best friend. But his grin faded a little and he whispered into his friend's ear, "Actually, no, I don't want to get out of it. You're supposed to be a partially wrapped present for his Majesty, please still look the part when you get to him."

He looked at Shiyaa, then, and checked the time. "As per his custom, His Majesty will be in the Throne Room for a long while yet, we think. Please bring Tristan to him. Offer him anything to get these games called off. ...if you fail I expect we'll just have to come up with something else," he said it like he honestly believed everything would be okay.

The lad's expression darkened when he walked up to Caprica, however. "And you are coming with me. By now, there are already Watchmen around us now. You can't see them, but they're there. I don't think we can afford to have you running around lose until The Games start. If The Games start," he corrected himself, stepping ever closer to his would-be assassin. "One way or another," he whispered, standing almost nose to nose with the other boy, "I'm going to make you regret trying to kill me, and make such an idea in the future so unthinkble you'll wet yourself. Congratulations, Caprica. Better hope we fail in persuading His Majesty, because this game is looking to be your only hope for a bright future. How's it feel? Knowing you've lost any cause for joy, and it's all your fault?" Dust had the dagger out again, but was holding it to Caprica's bellybutton this time. "Turn around and start walking."

He walked in silence, occasionally prodding Caprica in the butt with his dagger's tip. Not enough pressure to cut him, maybe cut into the leather just far enough for Caprica to feel it, though. That made Dust smirk.

With the dagger, he was guiding Caprica toward The Dungeons, where only members of The Watch and the slaves housed there ventured, a place away from prying Eyes. The Garden had all kinds of nooks and groves equipped for a certain kind of fun involing rendering ones chosen companion for the night immobile, in various indecent positions. The Dungeons were for things that were... worse.

And Dust was taking Caprica there, not to turn him over to expert programers, trainers, or tormentors, but to correct Caprica's particular brand of bad behavior himself. He took that attack personally, even though he knew he shouldn't.

...There was more to it than that... Of all the Whores and Fighters he knew... most, he was on friendly terms with, a few he just didn't like. But there was always something about Caprica. He wanted to knock that chip off Caprica's shoulder. Always had. He wanted to break him, wanted to violate him. ...Dust scared himself, really. Some dreams he's had of... the things he did in those dreams... He brushed it off, most the time, telling himself he was simply picking up on someone elses dreams or nightmares. But he couldn't shake it, now. Now he had his excuse. He had Caprica where he'd always wanted him. And soon he would find out just how much of a monster he could be.

The Gates of the Dungeons were guarded... and unimpressive. It was a small stone building far from the main attractions. But The Dungeons were known to be underground, and this was simply the main entrance. The Sentries crossed their spears, ceremonially blocking the way in.

"'Fraid this is far as you go, dressed like that. Or rather, dressed," Dust smirked unpleasantly.

Caprica wanted to turn around and backhand him every time he poked him but he couldn't do that. Not now that he was already in so much trouble. He sighed silently. He stopped before the dungeon doors and looked over his shoulder at him. He removed his weapons one by one, dropping them on the grass. By the time he had taken them all off, and removed his steel-reinforced corset and his spiked boots, he had a small pile. He crossed his arms then. He stared at Dust with a very clear "make me" expression.

Caprica stood there, glaring right back at him. He fought back with all the opressive force that his inky black eyes could put out. For all that, he did not move a muscle. He as already in enough trouble without assaulting a member of the Watch again. He did not watch Dust take his pants off, he just held his gaze without blinking. He was determined to win this staring match no matter what. All the same, the look in Dust's eyes pulled at his insides. He had seen it all to frequently. He remembered it from the faces of the men in the gang that had ripped his life, and throat, to pieces. His eyes took on a hard glint. You're just an animal. A slave to your desires. Just like the rest

Tristan looked at Shiyaa and shrugging his shoulders he gave a soft, "It's up to you". He really didn't care at the moment, he was busy hoping that he would do his job right. It would definitely be hard to do but he was determined to do a damned good job of it.

The corner of Caprica's mouth quirked up ever so slightly. He half smile did not last long. He felt the caress and glared darkly at him. Still, even if you are just a dog, I want to kick you in the face. Someday. When I have risen to power. His hunger for the games made him bare his teeth at the thought of such a victory. The guards dragged him down to the dungeon rather unnecessarily. If he could have spoken he would have told them frankly that he could walk himself. But there was no sence in fighting and they wouldn't take the time to try and understand him. He let himself be chained nude to the wall and sat down on the cold stone floor when they left him alone for Dust to deal with.

((Unless that's not what you wanted to happen. You can have it changed however you like. And be caaareful with the touching stuff. I know you know what you're doing, just make sure you keep it vague.))