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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:46 pm
I would rather be unconscious than listen to your taunts, Schörl. Bischofite pulled taut on the lengths of whip, feeling immediately the pressures now constricting his throat to an appreciable degree. It felt far easier to bind himself of speech than to continue muttering ineffectual phrasing that only served as empty prodding.
All she does is goad me. Pick at old scabs. I suspect this is fun for her... This little game of taunting old baggage carried by the Negaverse. I wonder what might come of an order for her to kill me. I should try it.
She already said I could kill myself hundreds of ways if I wanted to.
Slackening his grip on the knout's leather cords, Bischofite swallowed hard to clear room for air shortly before he spoke in rasping tones. "Surely you'f heard of suicide by cop. Kill me, Schörl. Zat's an order." His gaze focused on her entirely, precariously close to feverish delirium in their bright display, as he waited for the direct result of his order. A taut pull of the knout, her hand at his starseed, any action that might set alight the roaring aversion of his youmafied side.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 12:11 am
"Ha, no." "There's plenty fight left in there. You can make demands, you can order. But you don't have much to enforce your will, or your pleasure, Bischofite. Mine isn't in killing you. " The captain tugged on the knout playfully, "You look good on a leash." "We've got the proof you have life in the old bones yet. Harness it. You're languishing away in there, trying to cry ' I will not accept a living death as a substitute!'...like you were ever affirming the value of life. You saw the absurd, now you are. You pine for your life, so allow yourself to want. Want without the illusions. You are staring at many deaths, you are liberated beyond 'hope'. You have the divine irresponsibility of the condemned man, so make good on it. "
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 6:52 pm
"And you would look good on ze floor," he shot back. But she is right at least once - what strength have I to enforce my will anymore? I'm so tired of hunger.
I'm so tired.
"'Allow yourself to want', like it's so easy." Like it's quick, convenient. Ask me to build a wall with my hands alone, cutting stone with stone by filing away until only dust coats my hands. What point is there in want? I have many wants - have, had. They are but chaff until I act on them. I was aware of my uselessness when I resigned myself to dream - to coat myself in want and memory to the last of my days. I knew full well the ramifications of those decisions when I chose them.
Swallowing, Bischofite adjusted the knout wrapped around his neck to respond with more leeway. "Convince me to want and I will let you haf' me on a leash for a time." Or show me a good time, that there can still be positives somewhere in this existence. I'm too far invested to see objectively - if I can even call it as much.
I was always happier when suffering.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 2:40 am
The easiest and the hardest thing you'll ever know.
You're getting in your own way."'Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.' " "'Show me', 'convince me', 'prove to me', 'kill me'- do you ever do anything yourself, in the end, or just wait for others to do the work? In your dictionary, even onanism needs someone else's hand. " Schörl braced her weight and hauled on the knout to drag him forward. Why floor with so many fine crystals about. " You're good at pissing in the wind, Bischofite, but I'm seeing a pattern - so much trouble in your life comes from tossing the reins in someone else's hands. "
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 7:44 pm
"You mistake me. I'f acted of my own accord many times - and still do. In provoking action from ozzers, I can see wis' clarity zeir strengs' and weaknesses. Show me, convince me, proof' to me, kil me - I am testing your willingness, your aptitude and your interest. I never sought I'd haf' to explain zat to someone like you, Schörl. Surely you'f studied ozzers before... if only in your bed." But I suspect lovers only offer promise in what they can do to get you off.
"Mock me all you want, Schörl." With one hand still gripping the business ends of the knout, his remaining hand drew back as a thick, blackened sludge formed in ample coating over his palm, his fingers. It coated up to the middle of his forearm where it steamed just slightly in the Rift's atmosphere. With what strength and speed he managed, he struck toward the blonde captain's face, hoping to take in palm her lips and nose to better cement them shut.
How does it feel to breathe hot tar, Schörl? Tell me. Tell me, show me, convince me, prove to me, kill me. Do something for me, and I'll do something for you.
I've always thought that all the fun comes from tossing the reins into someone else's hands. I'm too predictable - I've lived with myself for too long.
I wonder if she's right - if my actions are truly inactions. Perhaps I'm too passive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 1:46 am
"The Sadder But Wiser World for me, tiger." No, I've never tested others. I regularly come to the Rift and make a habit of attacking other officers. Well, its all working for reactions, anyway.Her own speed and strength, but more importantly her Tai Chi, saved the trouble of a faceful of tar and the burns to go with it. What it didn't save was her hair- it was pulled back, yes, but still too long and ambient in a dodge to not end up thick-set with blobs of tar. As she dropped and turned, his arm passing dripped tar onto the shoulder of her uniform. Getting the jacket off would be too time consuming; She had little choice but to let it fester there and burn. Schörl. had to surrender the knout, letting go the handle in shift and arc around before standing again. "Easy pet, that's some the needfuls. " It's going to take hours to get this s**t out of my hair. Always trying to spread your s**t in other people's faces. She tossed the sandwich bag at his head. "You've answered my curiosities. Even got to those calisthenics. " But you're not playing nice, now, and anger is a poor ear once too hot. And you're boiling oil. I don't know why others expect you will. I don't. I am pleased to see that there's life in the old bones yet, if not...all of them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 1:16 am
The miss was mostly expected, due to his wasted figure and weakened abilities. He never fostered much of an understanding of his new form - not when he spent as much time as possible dreaming of better days. Pet. Like I'm some wretched youma crawling these parts. I may as well be, if appearance and treatment are any indication. I need... Something. I'm not sure. I'm missing pieces here, I can feel it.
However, watching her hair offered a mild boon - he couldn't help but smile at the rare success. It fell, short-lived, when she tossed the sandwich bag at him. In catching it, he irrevocably saturated its surface in tar. "s**t," he muttered under his breath. It would demand a great deal of time to temper his reactions to this strange ability... Time he wasn't entirely certain he should spend.
"For what it's wors..." He responded slowly. "I expect very, very little." Afterward he pulled his hands apart, forming a thick curve of tar between the pair where the sandwich bag sat suspended. Disgusted yet desperate, he tried to catch the marginally untouched top of the bag in his teeth while he worked at separating sticky hands from the mess. It looked a disaster - and likely he was making it worse. This is such a shitshow. Oil... I need oil. Yet another burden to pass off to a lieutenant. I should find it myself. Or am I just letting Schörl's words manipulate me?
Maybe it's not such a bad thing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 2:24 pm
There was some satisfying not of schadenfreude for both of them- him in her hair, and she in watching as he mussed his sandwich and for want by starving was forced to try to salvage what he could barbarously. “To give a person an opinion one must first judge well whether that person is of the disposition to receive it or not.” At least some small thing may stick. Time will tell. In the meantime, we both have tar to deal with. The captain turned on her heel to follow the paths back, " I'll bring you some more picnics and beers- you need the calories." "Come up and see me sometime."
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