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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 2:29 pm
Labyrinthite liked Archer's spirit and he almost smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching before falling flat.
"And what do you think it is that I want?" He asked, dark and throaty. It was amusing to the soldier to think that someone who knew next to nothing about him could pretend to know what he wanted. All and all, Labyrinthite was thankful that Marcastie had chosen wisely.
If Archer was to be his first recruit, then he wanted to be proud of his choice.
The kick connected with his kneecap and it was just enough of a distraction make his grip slack and Archer dropped to the ground. There was a slight sting of pain from the wounded area, but it was inconsequential, a residual pain that hardly affected him.
Labyrinthite stooped, grasping the man by the neck. "What can you give me?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 7:39 pm
Archer's grin was almost maniacal; a rare glimpse into the personality that lay beneath the calm, controlled face he put on, the hunger gleaming in his eyes as brightly as the moon above their heads. The corners of his mouth stretched too widely, his gaze fixed greedily on the general.
"Power," breathed Archer. "Isn't that what everyone wants? Power. It's always there, it's always in the back of everyone's minds, lurking at the back, but for me - for me, it's at the front, that's what I want, what I deserve."
He staggered as he was let go, but did not get a chance to move. Labyrinthite's fingers were around his neck, and Archer let out a guttural sound, fingers clawing at the man's wrist. He had not, however, lost the look of pure interest in his eyes.
"I can - give you more," Archer hissed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 7:49 pm
Looking at Archer and his manic grin was like looking at himself in the mirror. It was both thrilling and unsettling.
Had this been the kind of potential Laurelite had seen in him when she'd approached him?
The hunger in the man's eyes was a look often reflected in Labyrinthite's own, one that was resurfacing with a fierceness as the general donned his reaper mantle. He understood the allure of power, how it twisted and coiled in the deserving's bellies.
Archer had proved himself interesting and the general decided mine when he said, I can give you more.
"I think I will keep you," he said, own mouth twisting and warping into the shark-tooth grin that screamed dangerous to anyone else. "If I give this to you, you report to me, you do as I say or I will break you. You must prove that you can give me more or I will take it away." Anything given could be taken away.
He released the man's neck, plunged his hand into his chest again, fingers gripping the starseed tightly.
"What do you say, Archer? Do you accept?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 8:03 pm
Archer's breath was constricted, coming out in shallow sounds, but he didn't seem to notice, nor care. He kept ahold of Labyrinthite's wrists, no longer grappling at them, but simply holding them, eyes alight with a brightness that was not emotional, but simply eager.
He heard what the general was saying, filed it away in his mind, but Archer was impatient, heartbeat rapid. And when the hand left his neck, and slammed into his chest, he gave a hiss of relief, of excitement and anticipation, his feet sliding a little to brace himself.
His eyes gleamed in the dark, grin stretched wide.
"I accept."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:34 pm
The first pulse of chaos was soft and weak, an example of the pain to come and the second was harsher, more along the lines of what it would feel like to have a steady stream of chaos pouring into the physical embodiment of his soul. "This is just a taste," he sneers, throwing his weight into his grip.
"Prepare for pain," he warned but didn't give any time for Archer to adjust.
Instead, he opened the channel and poured chaos into the fragile gem, concentrated on not spilling too much lest he shatter the starseed or worse-- splinter it into something that would birth a youma.
He wanted Archer as his soldier, not as a pet.
"Awaken hungry wolf pup," he ordered feeling the shift from man to soldier. "Surface Lieutenant Wolfetite."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 9:49 pm
He let out a low growl at the first ebb of the Chaos inside of him, Archer's breath catching in his throat. The second made him hiss out a sound that was half a gasp - but not necessarily of pain, more so of simple surprise, of wonder. His eyes were glinting with anticipation, the hunger rising, and Labyrinthite's warning was heard, but disregarded.
If there was one thing that Archer Wren did not mind, it was pain.
It came all at once, rippling through him, and Archer's head fell back, a snarl escaping raggedly from his throat as the Chaos filled his chest. Black tendrils were curling through him, searing through his veins. He thought it might be the same as getting electrocuted, if the sensations were similar, his fingers splayed claw like at his sides as he let it happen, let the power consume him.
Give me all of it.
Give me power.
It began to trickle away after a few moments, though Archer wasn't aware of the time. His eyes, which had squeezed shut at some point, now opened slowly, his head spinning, his chest feeling as though ice had seeped painfully into it, searing every breath.
But he straightened, and he could feel it, pulsing through his veins as he lifted his hands to stare at them, his eyes bright in the moonlight, a few stray beams glinting off of the silver rings on each index finger. He felt the hunger, felt the newness, the strength.
He felt everything.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:19 pm
Labyrinthite should have expected that Archer enjoyed pain to some degree given the way he responded to his attacks and the manic grin that spread across his face when he had hands around his neck. It was good, pain was a reminder-- pain made a person stronger. It could easily be weaponized.
The man's clothing rippled, transitioned into the relative standard design that made up the negaverse's uniforms. He released the starseed, swayed on his feet when he pulled his hand free. It was always exhausting, expending chaos in such a manner but he stood tall and strong, not an ounce of weakness displayed before his recruit.
"How do you feel wolf pup?"
Whiskey eyes drifted across his companion's frame, appreciative of the cut that reminded him of his original uniform even if the colors were drastically different. "I will teach you everything you need to know, then we will place you in the proper decision. I have faith that you will follow my footsteps, you have hunger within you. Hunger serves you well in Spec-Ops."
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 9:50 pm
Wolfeite.
It was a good name. He let it roll around in his mind, turning it over in his thoughts, gauging what he thought of it. The back of his neck, where the tooth marks had been inked in several months prior, seemed to tingle, as though reminding him of his own interests, the connection between that and now.
A grin spread across his face, hidden by the cloth that wrapped around the lower half, knotted in the back.
Wolfeite. I could get used to this.
He flexed his fingers experimentally.
"Good," said the new lieutenant, lowering his hands at last, his dark eyes gleaming as he looked at Labyrinthite. "Like new."
There was a low hiss of approval to his words, the hunger insatiable. Wolfeite glanced down, smoothing gloved fingers across the front of his new uniform, over the braided cord, across the belt. Black and red, a simple design, professional and clean cut.
He liked it very much.
"Spec-Ops?" Wolfeite asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 11:53 am
This whole thing had Labyrinthite feeling like he was experiencing deja vu and reliving his own corruption but now-- he was on the other side. Surreal in many ways, but only cemented his thoughts on how right a choice Archer-- Wolfeite was.
"You are new, you're better." Gleaming teeth glistened beneath the moonlight.
The Negaverse made them better, the powered afforded to them was endless if they served Metallia well.
"Speciality Operations," the general said, "We are the elite, the steadfast and loyal. There are not limits to what we are capable of doing, the lengths that we will go for a mission. We are the best of the best, the combat specialists, the ruthless, the strong." He said everything with pride, Spec-ops has been his division since he was a captain, it was something he was proud of. "We do not question orders and we finish what others start."
They killed when others could not, Labythrinthite's own kill was something that grew constantly, took out threats and were the ones that no one wanted to be on the bad side of.
He saw everything a spec-ops soldier needed to be in Wolfetite, minus the loyalty, but that was something he could be broken into.
His gloved hand extended to his lieuteant, a slight c**k of the head, "Come, we will discuss this somewhere we won't be disturbed."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 2:58 pm
Better.
He liked that. He liked that he was better, better than he already had been, and he wanted even more. His intelligence already outstripped many, and now his strength and his abilities would do the same, and Wolfeite was not going to stop until he was perfect.
Until everything that was rightfully his was in his hands.
Wolfeite listened with constrained eagerness to everything Labyrinthite was telling him. The idea of being elite, was, of course, incredibly appealing. He gave a nod of understanding, and the hunger that had been in his eyes earlier had not abated at all.
A grin was across his face, too wide, too greedy.
He could have it all.
Wolfeite reached for Labyrinthite's hand with one of his own, eyes dark.
"I look forward to it. To everything."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 11:51 am
"This is only the beginning," the general informed his new lieutenant, finger curling around his hand. There was much for him to teach and much for the other man to learn but Labyrinthite had confidence that things would go well.
And if Archer didn't pan out the way he was expecting, well the solider had no qualms about putting him in his place. In fact, he looked forward to breaking the man if it came down to it, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Still, the raw potential was almost overwhelming and Labyrinthite was eager to show him everything.
Especially since he had a very particular destination in mind.
A place that was perhaps his favorite part of the Negaverse.
Certain his grip on the other man was secure, the general teleported them away.
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