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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:23 pm
((Note: the following RP may contain references to blood, needles, and torture. Read at your own discretion!))
"I need a 60-drip," Zircon called to her assistant, wiping down her equipment with a sterile gauze, "And a double dose of epi, which is on the second shelf in the leftmost cabinet."
Training new lieutenants in the lab was often a test of Captain Zircon's fragile patience. Too many of the recruits were in it for the torture and not the science, and an uncultured mind was quick to assume that the two were mutually exclusive. But before the fun, there was a process to be observed in a laboratory setting, protocols to follow, and the average lieutenant just didn't have it in them to be patient and not try desperately to prove their dark, scheming natures to their betters. It was infuriating to know that someday, even the most weak-minded of recruits would be offered a chance at General, provided they survived, while she was stuck as an eternal Captain. But there were consequences for her dalliances, a cause and effect reaction as simple and observable as gravity itself.
"Still waiting on that 60-drip," Zircon called out again, a tone of warning in her voice as she turned from her instruments to the storage closets. There was a clatter and crash, followed by Frostibite, wide-eyed and shrinking away in embarassment, her uniform covered by a net made of medical tubes.
"T-th-the second most...shelf...?" The percussion of another avalance of supplies thudded behind her, and the lieutenant winced.
Zircon glared blankly, her lips drawn into a thin line. "You know what? Just...collect Patient 37, I can take it from here." The Captain rose from her seat at the table, watching her lieutenant scramble away, wires and all. With a sigh, she navigated the sea of tumbled boxes in the supply closet, picking her tools with a deft hand, returning to her station just as Frostibite returned, a winged and bloody body slumped over one shoulder.
"Bring her here," Zircon motioned, unbuckling the center straps of her evaluation chair. The apparatus was less of a chair and more of a slanted table, crystalline and cold and glinting in the phosphorescent light. With Frostibite's help, she hefted the senshi into place, locking in her torso, then her arms and her legs. "You want to restrain them as soon as possible," she instructed, securing the senshi's lolling head. "Even if she's sedated at the moment, you never know when a senshi will try to strike out against you. They are volatile, violent creatures."
Zircon took a moment to assess her patient before she began. Sakuradite had certainly done a number on the Eternal before she'd been passed on to Zircon, the scraps following a main course. The woman's breaths were raspy and rattling, her hair and face was spattered with blood, and one of her gloves were removed, where it appeared that the senshi had struggled against her previous restraints and lost a few nails for her trouble. The General-Queen might have had a bubbly exterior, but she was nevertheless meticulous.
She began to clean the gloveless arm with a sterile wipe, looking for a vein among the bruises. "We give them saline for the fluids," she continued, reaching back for her needle. One stick, and the tubing flashed red. She taped the tubes down and flushed the end, her work delicate and light, and once she connected the senshi to her IV bag she hung the saline from a series of hooks above the three of them, watching the clear liquid drip.
"It also gives us a vehicle for other drugs, like our epinephrine," said the Captain, flourishing the bottle with one hand. "This will wake her from her stupor, cut through enough of the pain so she can tell us what we need to know."
"...I thought epinephrine didn't relieve pain," Frostibite offered, watching with fascination.
"It doesn't," Zircon replied not unkindly, filling her syringe. "We don't waste our anesthetics on the White Moon. It's essentially an adrenaline rush, just gives them enough energy to fight past whatever hurts." With a well-practiced motion, she pressed the plunger into the port, watching the two liquids mix before dripping down to the senshi's veins. Her expression somber, she tilted the slab further forward so that she might see the senshi eye-to-eye.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," Zircon mocked coldly, waiting for the senshi to come to. "General-Queen Sakuradite tells me you killed my last assistant. Those are hard to come by these days, it was rather inconsiderate of you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 4:38 pm
Megrez should have welcomed that blackness while it was there, that period of being completely out. The battle before it had been absolute hell; she had been swarmed and ambushed by Negaverse officers of various ranks after having strayed just a few paces too close to the city, and to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. She didn't know if they were waiting for her specifically or some other hapless senshi, but she went down fighting. Boy did she go down fighting. She had pulled out every knife hidden in her fuku and had managed to stab a lieutenant or two, but if the knives had even left the scene with her, they were definitely confiscated. Unfortunately, a blow to the head from a Captain's blunt weapon was a blow to the head, and it was lights out for her. That rat b*****d was probably (definitely?) going to be slated for a promotion for bagging one of the most dangerous senshi out there. When Megrez first awoke, she was bound tightly, and she was face to face with that bubblegum-haired b***h, Sakuradite. How she had struggled and spat and vowed to tear the mad scientist's head from her shoulders and string her corpse up for all to see! How she had taunted the witch, all while preparing herself for the worst. When that wicked woman thrust her hand into her chest and wrapped her grubby fingers around her starseed, Megrez screamed internally and begged that she would not be corrupted. They had done it to Penthesilea, turning her viciousness against her former companions. Surely, they would want to use Megrez's destructive tendencies too. Instead of forcing Chaos into her soul, however, Sakuradite simply plucked it out like a grape off the stem. At that point, she couldn't help it; she screamed out loud before the disconnection between body and soul kicked in. She didn't even have time to thank her lucky stars that she would be killed and not corrupted. A few minutes later, she awoke feeling distinctly un-corrupted, but there was a new pain: the fingernails she had broken while struggling had been pulled, and holy hell did that hurt. She gritted her teeth, and before she knew it, she felt a poke in her right arm, a rush of dizziness, and then nothing again. It seemed the scientist was done with her for now. Now, Megrez felt consciousness flickering back to her, slowly but surely. It took a few minutes for her to be aware, but soon she became aware of the feeling of straps holding her in place and the stinging pain in her fingertips (and dull pain pretty much everywhere else). Her eyes opened slowly, and she groaned when she saw the face of her new experimenter. "Who the hell are you?" she half-croaked, her throat sore from shouting and a coppery taste still lingering in her mouth. "Why the hell would Sakuradite pass me to a captain instead of just taking me right there?" It probably was the wrong thing to think aloud, but she wasn't entirely lucid yet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 8:53 am
Zircon did not smile as the senshi's eyes fluttered open, folding her arms behind her back with a disinterested scowl. She never cared for senshi, but she cared least of all for the ones who didn't even mildly play along. "General-Queen Sakuradite did not find you suitable for her purposes, and therefore your care has been transferred to me instead," she explained, reaching for her metal clipboard. She scanned over the first few lines of the report, then looked up to the bloodied woman.
"Megrez, Eternal Senshi of...Eggs?" Zircon's nose wrinkled, and she huffed. "You have been charged with aiding and abetting the White Moon Resistance, taking up arms against the Dark Kingdom, killing an officer in the line of duty, and a total of thirty seven isolated charges since the dawn of Negaverse rule." She paused, handing off the clipboard to her assistant as she began to don a pair of sterile gloves, thumbing over her equipment.
"However, despite your criminal record, we are capable of mercy if offered your unwavering compliance." One hand lingered on a set of pliers, but Zircon did not lift them--for now. "We have chosen not to corrupt you on the possibility that you have valuable information to offer us, in exchange for your release. Now tell me, where is the White Moon Base?" Slowly, her fingers curled around the instrument, letting the forceps meet with a click.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:47 pm
If Sakuradite didn't find Megrez useful for her purposes, then what the hell were her purposes? "You bet, you bet, and you bet to all the rest, too," Megrez said hoarsely regarding her name and her crimes. Only thirty-seven isolated charges in five years, huh? Either these people haven't been paying enough attention or I need to step it up, the thought as she tried to adjust herself in her bindings. "You want my unwavering compliance, but you won't corrupt me? That doesn't add up." Well, it did, kind of; if Megrez was corrupted, she could lose memories containing vital information, but she wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. "Anyway, sure, I can tell you where the White Moon Base is. It's... it's..." Though it hurt her cracked, dry lips to do it, a wicked grin spread across her face. "It's up your a**, you stupid b***h!" With that quip, she spat at Zircon's face, hoping to land a hit as precise as some of her egg launchers were.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 9:28 pm
"Corrupting you implies that the Negaverse has a need for someone of your skill set," Zircon replied, "And furthermore, it wouldn't do to jumble up your valuable memories before you had a chance to share."
Zircon allowed Megrez the chance to speak, but gradually one eyebrow began to tilt upwards, suspicious of the woman's intent. The senshi's smile was met with a glare of her own, and her eyes narrowed at the insult, her hand curling tighter around the pliers. Spitting was the final straw, however, and Zircon recoiled, though not in time to save herself from the spray to her face. The Captain's assistant let out a surprised gasp, but Zircon herself kept her head low as she slowly wiped away the drool, her expression blank.
She didn't bother trying to quip back at the eternal senshi; there was no satisfaction in lowering herself to that level. She did, however, lift the pliers off of her equipment tray, and with one powerful swipe she went for a swift backhand, aiming for the jaw.
"I'm not sure you understood the phrase, 'Unwavering Compliance'," Zircon growled, her tone dark. "You have one chance to correct your error. Where is the White Moon Base?"Sami-Fire Does not have to be an auto-hit on the backhand, just let me know and I can change things around. smile
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:31 pm
"Pff, yeah, right, you always have a need for people who can fight." That was all Megrez could say before the metal of the pliers collided with her jaw. She saw stars, and she was sure she could feel the metallic sound and impact echoing through her entire skull. She tasted something coppery (blood, of course) yet again. "Ugh, god dammit," she hissed, her arms twitching in their restraints as she reflexively tried to clutch her jaw. "One chance, huh? What're you gonna do, kill me? Might as well make an example out of me so everyone knows another terrorist's been dealt with." This situation didn't quite match Megrez's definition of "dying in the line of duty," but if her death was made public, at least the Order forces could hear of it and do whatever they felt necessary. Really, there was no better way to die, and at least she wouldn't be corrupted. From there, she remained stonily silent, hoping that Zircon would get the hint that she wouldn't be getting any information out of her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 2:05 pm
"Make an example of you?" Zircon huffed in disdain, wiping down her set of pliers like they had somehow become stained. "That's not your purpose here, and unfortunately, I don't take requests."
Zircon sat down at her table, eyeing her equipment and the open file before her. Megrez had already held strong against Sakuradite's interrogations, she was unlikely to break now unless she employed something more dire, and unfortunately, there was not much more the eternal senshi could take. Too much jostling and Zircon would be without her data set, thus rendering the entire experience a moot point.
She thumbed over to another page, then paused, reading the text. Her expression remained calm, except for her eyes, which squinted in satisfaction.
"We'll start with something simpler," Zircon spoke, breaking the silence as she turned her chair to face Megrez. "What is your relationship to Pentheselia, Senshi of War?" Zircon waited expectantly, hoping that the name drop would reign in Megrez's sass.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 2:47 pm
Megrez made a sort of mental "whatever" to Zircon's dismissal of her "request." It wasn't like she expected that much of an accepting response in the first place. However, when Zircon brought up Penthesilea, her eyes narrowed. It seemed rather unrelated to what Zircon appeared to be going for. What was she tried to do? "You should know that," Megrez hissed. "Penthesilea was a White Moon Senshi notorious for her brutality against Chaotic forces and one of my best friends before being forcefully corrupted. Now she's just one more piece of Chaos-spouting filth for me to put an end to. What else is there for me to tell you?" That wasn't the entirety of Megrez's feelings on the issue. Penthe wasn't just another piece of Chaos-spouting filth; she was a very special piece of Chaos-spouting filth. Megrez would give almost anything to put an end to her personally. She felt that, as someone who was once her friend, she needed to be given the honor of putting her out of her misery. She would never have her friend back; the least she could do was halt the situation where it was.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 3:53 pm
There it was, the emotional response. Zircon's lips curled into a tight smile as she leaned back into her chair. She had hit a chord, and from there she could negotiate.
"What I know is that it says here that Penthesilea is very interested in chatting with you..." Zircon slid the file on Megrez into her lap, turning pages slowly. "Now, I can be reasoned with, and I can offer you safe passage if you'll just answer a few short questions for me. You won't even have to tell me the location of your base. I'll settle for the civilian name of a sympathizer. They don't even have to be a senshi. They can be someone you dislike, someone you want to disappear."
"Give me a name, and you go free," Zircon added, twirling a scalpel between her fingers. "Give me nothing, and we'll make a youma out of the scraps of you that Penthesilea leaves behind." In truth, Zircon had no authority to summon the senshi of war, nor did she particularly care to, but if the corrupt eternal was a knife to twist in her subject, then twist she would. Besides, she had a feeling that Penth would answer this particular call.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 6:14 pm
The hell is she smiling about? Megrez wondered, and then Zircon went on. "Is she now," she said flatly. What would that twisted creature even have to say to her? Probably jeering, temptation, mocking memories long past. Or perhaps mocking everything. Corrupt Penthesilea was a mockery in herself. "Is a name really all you want? Come on. There's a catch to this and we both know that." If all Zircon wanted was a name, Megrez could just make one up and send the Negaverse on a wild goose chase. Put together a composite of true details that, put together, were false. Megrez waited for the inevitable catch to come out and continued to share nothing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 6:51 pm
"If you want to offer more information, then by all means, continue," droned Zircon, staring at her scalpel. "Names are more important than you might realize. We, of course, have databases of all known officers and their civilian identities, so you won't trip us up there, leaving you two possibilities. One, you give me the name of a sympathizer, or two, you give me the name of a civilian, someone otherwise uninvolved in the resistance, and the Negaverse hunts them down and guts them like cattle." To make her point, Zircon drew the scalpel close, leaning forward as she traced a line across Megrez's torso.
"There's no catch," Zircon murmured, slowly thumbing the blade into the woman's side. "But I understand if I've miscalculated, and you would prefer talking to your old friend than myself." Just short of actually making the senshi bleed, Zircon sighed, slowly retracting her hands. She glanced at the assistant, who thusfar had been watching silently. "Call for Eternal Senshi Penthesilea, inform her of our guest. Had she cared for the lieutenant better, she might have offered an ounce of warning, but as it was, recruits were a dime-a-dozen, and Zircon had no care to speak with the Senshi of War.
Frostibite scrambled for the exit, leaving Zircon alone in the room with her patient, and she stared at the senshi quietly. "Before things go poorly, I just want you to know that I tried to be reasonable," she spoke, softly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:41 pm
There was a sharp click of heels, which was Penthesilea's favorite way to announce her arrival. Besides murder, of course, but well, that was generally frowned upon. She sohuld probably be more careful about who she killed, anyway.
"Sorry about your lieutenant," she said breezily as she stepped into Zircon's laboratory area, "she startled me while I was practicing knife throwing, and I really don't startle well. She might survive, though!" She was remarkably light in describing accidentally stabbing a Lieutenant, but as far as she was concerned, the brat should have knocked first.
She scanned the room, and her eyes lit up when they finally fell on Megrez. A little delighted giggle escaped her, and the redhead walked forward, and slowly circled the chair until she was directly behind it.
"Megrez, my darling, I'm so glad to see you again. Though I would've much preferred to meet you on the battlefield, since Sakuradite has made me promise not to break any more of her test subjects. And really, it'd be no fun to crack you open when you can't even fight back." There was no trace of the accent that had once thoroughly marked her words. Her fingers gently curled in Megrez's hair - a soft touch, at first, almost like a lover's, until they got just a bit too tight and she yanked. "You always were cute when you were angry."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:22 pm
Megrez felt something sink into the pit of her stomach when she heard the heels click. s**t, she's really here, she thought, trying hard to suppress pointless fidgeting from anxiety. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what exactly it was she wanted to say to that monstrous woman. Anything she would have wanted to say was impossible to pin down; it was as though her thoughts were trapped in some nebulous, swirling mass of hate and sparse longing. When Penthesilea opened her mouth and she spoke with a complete lack of accent, it grated on Megrez's hearing intensely. How long had it been since she had heard her signature New Orleans twang? To hear the senshi speak (almost) like a Midwesterner just felt intensely wrong. Then again, everything was wrong. Penthesilea was a proud fighter who saw Chaos as the blight it was and would destroy it as long as it continued to destroy. The thing wearing her form in front of her that killed indiscriminately and reveled in the Chaos tainting it was not Penthesilea. It was a horrible creature unworthy of a name. All Megrez did was grunt an approval when Penthesilea said they should have met on the battlefield. The only real contact she wanted with that thing was destroying it. She winced when the corrupt being put her hands in her hair; there may have been a time when she would have enjoyed such a feeling, but now all it inspired was revulsion. She wanted to at least be able to bite that cursed hand. She almost welcomed the ensuing yank even though it made her reflexively cry out; it banished any drifting feelings of desire or longing that circled in her mass of thoughts and brought back the hatred she was supposed to have for the thing wearing the face of Penthesilea. She did not say anything further. The beast was not worthy of a response yet.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 4:32 pm
If Zircon felt anything for her newly fallen assistant, it failed to register as anything other than mild exasperation as she let out a sigh, pulling herself up from her chair to allow the two senshi the needed space to bond. She watched Megrez in particular, searching for a reaction on her scarred face as Penthesilea circled in like the predator she was. Zircon wanted to see the hurt in the woman's face, the feeling of betrayal, perhaps a bit of that fiery sass from before, but all she got for her efforts were a few grunts and a cry of pain.
"She's a tough one to crack," Zircon commented, a small nod to give Megrez credit where it was due. "She's resistant to Sakuradite's more conventional forms of interrogation, so I was hoping that you might be more coercive." She glanced, somewhat hesitantly, at the Senshi of War. As a member of the White Moon, she'd been a terror to behold on the battlefield, and even now, Zircon couldn't shake the healthy sense of danger. Chaos she might be, but allies was a loose term to use, and Zircon had no desire to end up like her assistant.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:26 pm
Penthesilea seemed quite happy to be intensely physical with Megrez - almost romantically so. She moved around to stand in front of her, one hand remaining in her hair while the other rested on her cheek.
"My goodness, look at her, she's so quiet - it's almost like she's not happy to see me," she said, and for a moment she managed to affect sounding mournful. "Oh, but Megrez dearest, I'm so very happy to see you," she said, and the hand on her cheek moved to grip tight enough on her chin to bruise.
"Oh, but I have an idea, because I think I can give her something she's wanted for a very long time," and her voice took on a strange, almost creepy purr.
And then she leaned in, and her lips locked with the other Senshi's for a very long, forceful kiss.
If that didn't get a reaction out of the Senshi of Eggs, she wasn't sure what would.Sami-Fire her hand slipped. and so did her face.
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