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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 9:22 pm
His fever was back. Even with Amethyst and Azurite there to treat him, and Persephone and Cyllene to comfort him with their presence, it wasn’t enough to stop the spread of infection. Valhalla shook from the pain and chill in the air as he pointlessly tugged at the chains around his wrists, keeping his arms behind his back and chaining him to the floor. Every hour or so he hoped he saw something moving from the direction of the covered up mirrors in his room, but it was only ever the small sliver of his reflection. The once bright murals of balloons and flowers had faded and were chipping away, making the room look like it was dying.
And with a pool of his own dried blood on the ground beneath him, he wouldn’t be surprised it it was, with him. There was a bandage covering the wound he’d received from Buddingtonite when they’d been captured at the party, but the bandage wasn’t large enough to cover the now severely discolored skin around the wound. In such conditions he was surprised it hadn’t gotten infected sooner. There was still a bandage over his left eye, protecting the deep gouge that had been left there to scar, and his hands were bandaged, but still ached with lingering pain, no doubt becoming infected as well.
He hadn’t heard much of Ganymede since they’d gone to her room. He’d heard her screaming at one point, but all he could do was sit there and listen. Valhalla didn’t know what they made her do, but for her to have such heart shattering screams, he knew it couldn’t be good.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 12:39 pm
Soft footfalls came as black heels clacked on the metal floor as he walked through the dizzying walkways into the forgot room f mirrors. Inside, the room was decorated with dusty rags over mirrors, half dropping off their rusted frames to show dusty reflections in the dark. It smelled of cold air and metal, and as he came into the room, he shook from the sight of Valhalla. The once perky, caring knight was left to soak in his own blood and sweat, covered with uncaring, loose bandaging with no sighs of actually being put on to take care of the knight at all. Chained with his hands behind him, the bandages over one eye, Wolframite gasped as he saw a distant reflection of himself.
A hand went ot his chest as he gripped his collar, feeling it ever harder to breath in this place. Moving, he knelt down beside the man, setting the bottle of water beside him.
They had done this – to a knight. A fighter for Earth regardless of power signature. Valhalla had never once shown any ill will against him, yet he always showed willingness to save senshi. He guessed, considering what he saw and who he was, he knew why.
"You should have ran away with her." He whispered, and reached out to tuch the bandage over his eye. "Did…..did they take it?"
Was Valhalla, whose eyes had been bright and curious, now one glowing orb less?
As his fingertips brushed the hair out of the knight's face, he noticed how sickly cold it was and – very warm.
He….doesn't look like he'll make it.
The thought was a hard reality to the situation – and if Valhalla didn't, what did that mean for the senshi in the other cell?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:33 pm
Valhalla didn’t look up until he heard Wolframite’s voice, a sudden desperation washing over him. “T-they did something to her! She’s hurt—!” he sputtered, sounding delirious to anyone who might be passing by, for why would he be so frantic to speak to Wolframite?
His face was pale, his usually tanned skin thin and discolored, but he shook his head when asked about his eye. “No… she cut me… It’s not— please, you have to help her,” he begged, his one visible eye wide with fear, as though Wolframite might be the only person left who could possibly help any of them.
Out of all of the ones who had entered his cell, whether it was to harm or to help him, he trusted Wolframite the most. No, he wasn’t the best person, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of truly harming him. Even when Wolframite had plunged his hand into Valhalla’s chest to grip at his starseed, Valhalla never once resisted, never once thought Wolframite would actually kill him, despite being quite capable of doing so.
Wolframite wasn’t exactly the gentlest of Negaverse officers, but he was also Paris’s best friend.
Surely… surely he would help her. He had to...
Valhalla let out a small groan in discomfort, lowering his head and letting out weak, hollow coughs, his breathing quick and shallow. “Please…” he whimpered, before coughing again. He couldn't seem to be able to get enough air...
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:07 pm
He winced as he looked at the cut. It wasn't healthy but an angry red, and the smell wasn't one he associated with a fresh, clean cut. Around such dirty air and rust, he could only guess that whatever cut him had been equally disgusting. If he didn't die from the torture, the strain and shock of his injuries would overwhelm whatever magic was holding him together.
Would he even last a week?
Taking the water bottle, he undid the cap and brought his hand under Val's chin, placing the bottle to his lips and pouring it for him to drink. It would give Val a moment to be silent. "Shhh. Valhalla. Ganymede is in a cell further down. She is also being tortured. That is expected. They took you all for punishment and information. It's the same as the senshi had done to us." He whispered. "You may be a knight of Earth, but for right now, you are a prisoner."
He pulled the bottle away and set it aside.
"I'm a lieutenant. A demoted one, but still a member of the Negaverse. What do you think would happen if I helped any of you?" He looked at him, frowning. "There went a lot of man power to bring you all here. Do you think that our power would let you all go so lightly? That one officer would go to risk their lives to alleviate the pain and suffering of one prisoner? And to what end? So they could be killed as well. That would only make two bodies in the end." He shook his head, not liking to speak this way. "You are smarter than this to think I have the power to walk in and do anything for you."
"They will hurt her just as they hurt you. They will torture her just as they torture you. You will hear her when she calls out because that's the point, and you will hear her echoing through the halls inside your mind even when she isn't calling to you. That is also the point. This is how this is. You have to remain strong."
He leaned in to wipe the sweat off of his brow, and as he did, he whispered. "…be strong for your rescue."
He leaned back to look at him. "When I was taken, the Negaverse came to my aid and took me back." He said, letting his voice carry for any guard to hear. He then looked at Val, hoping he understood. He had to believe and hope, because in times like this, a glimmer was hope was all you had. Letting yourself go into despair and all was lost. He had to be strong for her.
"But, if you care for this senshi Sooo much." He said, smiling in mock superiority. "I can carry a message for her as we beat her into the ground." He tried not to choke at the last part.
He placed a hand into his pocket, fishing around for something.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:31 pm
He drank when the water was lifted to his mouth, but only for a few moments, before he needed to catch his breath, leaving him coughing and sputtering. “Please…” he begged weakly again, swaying from discomfort and exhaustion, before finally just slumping over onto his side. Thankfully it was his good side — the one that hadn’t been punctured by Buddingtonite’s bladed pinwheel.
Valhalla knew all of this. He knew there was nothing Wolframite could do, but the fever seemed to think otherwise. “Please…” It was quieter this time, but his breathing still had not calmed. His heart pounded away in his chest, as if he’d been running, but for the past several days (had it been days, or weeks?) he had not even been allowed to stand, much less exert himself. He doubted he would even be able to get to his feet at this point.
When Wolframite spoke of the torture Ganymede was sure to go through, just like he had himself, Valhalla groaned pitifully, his forehead pressed against the cool ground as if that would somehow made everything better. It didn’t. And Wolframite was right. Valhalla had heard Ganymede’s screams, had heard the screams of others, but they did something worse to her. She sounded like she was being broken from the inside out, and not physically.
He turned his head to look up at Wolframite when the young man smiled, offering to carry a message as they beat her. Valhalla’s heart continued to pound but restricted tightly. They couldn’t… “Please… don’t hurt her. Take me instead… Beat me instead… she knows nothing...” he breathed, delirious with pain, but more desperate than before. He didn’t know what Wolframite was searching for in his pocket, but it didn’t matter, as long as they left Ganymede alone.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 5:44 pm
He moved down to check his body, even more concerned about his condition. Unlike Ganymede, Valhalla could not move. His muscles were probably being pulled and strained from sitting in this position, and being on the ground meant he'd become colder more easily. Then there were the cuts and the distinct smell of something inherently wrong.
Leaning over, he watched him, before taking both his hand to cup the knight's chin on either side. "There is no instead[/ii] someone else. No one is going to be sparred. Everyone here is going to be tortured for whatever information they have and whatever information they don't have. They will keep going. They won't stop. I don't know what they plan to do with you, but letting you won't be an option."
He reached now, pressing a warm object against the man's mouth, concealed between his fingers and the knight's lips. It was smooth and round.
"I will help however I can." He whispered, nearly only mouthing it in fear of how he might be found out.
Then he pressed the orb into the man's mouth and then brought the water bottle up to help him drink.
It was the only thing he could think of doing. He had heard that the prisoner here would not make it, and he knew for Ganymede's sake, that he couldn't allow that to happen.
"Just…hang in there. Be strong. Don't make her think you will be gone from her forever. You are her light. She is yours." Just as Billy had been his light in his darkest hour.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:41 pm
That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Why couldn’t Wolframite just indulge him even though he knew what was going to happen. He knew they would all be tortured, he knew they were going to suffer, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hear it. If he was dying in the way he felt he was, it would only be right for Wolframite to lie to him, right??
It was the fever talking again. He felt dizzy and chilled and lethargic overall. His senses were starting to shut down. Part of what Wolframite was saying was fuzzy, his vision blurred. The only thing keeping him conscious was the pain.
And then Wolframite took hold of his chin, and pressed something against his mouth. He didn’t have time to react, he didn’t have the energy to react. the warm orb was pressed into his mouth and helped to swallow it with some more water. Valhalla coughed at the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t a pill of any kind, and if the consistency was more… solid… he would have thought it was some kind of marble.
There was a strange heat that went down his throat as he tried paying attention to what Wolframite was saying. He knew how much Ganymede meant to him, how they were too dependent on each other at this point. That light burned deep inside him, keeping him tied to life…
But there was another light that burned, stronger and more potent. It was sudden and Valhalla seized up, letting out whimper of pain. His forehead became slick with sweat, and with the additional chill he felt, he was almost certain his fever went up instead of down.
“W-what was that,” he coughed, nausea overwhelming him. There was nothing but dry heaving and stomach acid, as he had not had nearly enough to eat to expel anything. And whatever Wolframite had given him was already gone.
Whatever Wolframite had given him was making him feel even worse.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:10 pm
He had expected a look of relief, of one not suffering as much from pain, and one of some minor bit of ecstasy in having some energy returned to him.
Instead, he could feel Valhalla seize up and he looked at him, confused as to why he seemed worse. It was energy, Energy from people, and that in itself to him had always been pure. It could be taken from any source so, in my logic, could be given to anyone. It was the equivalent of a Red Bull in a small, orb form. Instead, it seemed as if he just gave the knight a small dose of razorblades in his system, and he felt a panic.
What had he done?
"I….I…" He felt himself shaking as he looked at the man he had been trying to give a fighting chance at living. "…it was just…..just a little energy." He whispered, and wondered if he had just hit the final nail in the man's coffin.
"I thought….I thought it would help." He wasn't a doctor. He wouldn't even know where to start in finding anything helpful in a pharmacy even if he could risk teleporting into one. With what he had and what he could sneak in undetected, he had hoped this would be a clever way to give Valhalla and in turn, Ganymede, some hope.
Instead, he wondered if he had just made his hands even redder.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:39 pm
Energy…? Like, harvested energy? Valhalla had never heard of a senshi or knight consuming energy before, had never been warned against it. Wolframite must have not known either, because the look on his face was one of horror.
Valhalla continued to gag and cough, his body convulsing as it tried repelling the foreign energy. He felt like he was going to lose consciousness at any moment with how harshly he was coughing, tears filling his eyes against his will. He felt like he was burning up and freezing at the same time, unable to see or hear — all he felt was the pain. It burned not inside him, freezing everything it touched, like his veins were boiling ice.
“I-it’s o-okay,” he shook, his voice weak as he tried regaining some control of himself. He didn’t want Wolframite feeling like he did something wrong. He didn’t know. He wouldn’t have done it if he knew. “I’m… I’m okay,” he whimpered, doubting that he sounded like he was as okay as he said, but that wasn’t the point.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:39 pm
This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he intended. This was far from what he had expected and what he had hoped for.
Being short, he looked around, glad that the guard hadn't' been alerted to come and then knelt down quickly by Val, holding him up clos eto him and trying to look back at Val. "It's not okay. I'm – I'm so sorry. I thought this would help. I wanted to give you a chance. I can feel – you're burning up and…. I can't let you be lost to Ganymede. You're a knight. You shouldn't be here." He whispered, looking around for any sign or inspiration for help and seeing nothing but rusted walls and chains.
Looking back down, he watched Val, drenched in blood, sweat, and dirt, and started to rock back and forth.
They were all going to die. They were all going to die here. It was just like the others. Just like them – but he knew these people.
He doubted Val would sing like her though.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 5:45 am
Valhalla didn’t resist when Wolframite held him, although if he was in any better state he would probably be concerned about his weight. Wolframite was small compared to him, and it couldn’t be very comfortable to try and keep him upright.
“I’ll… I’ll be okay…” he shivered from the fever, although he was more concerned about Ganymede’s fate. “Please… help her...” he pleaded, watching as it seemed as though Wolframite was reaching a breaking point. He hated seeing him like this. This wasn’t him. And Valhalla was certain Wolframite realized that, too. “You’ll… you’ll get in trouble if you stay here…” Wolframite already had his power stripped from him… he was no longer a General. What would happen if he was caught here now?
“Go… I’ll live. I promise,” he said, not sure how he was supposed to keep that promise, but he had to. He had too much to live for to die now. He had to make sure Ganymede was okay...MoonKitsune So sorry for the delay! We can wrap this if you’d like! <3
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