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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 1:08 am
Up until now, Eurydike had been encountering the captives alone, trying his hardest to hone his sense of when it was better to harm and when the right words were needed - and what those words even were since he was hardly a negotiator. So even if he'd been doing his best up until then, part of him was still kind of relieved when Thraen opted to accompany him for this one. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of handling negaverse officers, it was that - well, he was stupid but not that stupid. He knew he didn't exactly have a silver tongue, and he knew he tended to lose sight of reason when he got too fired up.
Idly, he wondered not for the first time what that said about him. But like always, he tried not to mull over it for too long.
This prisoner was a corrupt - Eurydike idly realized it was one he recognized. One of the many faces he'd seen back there on the monster train, a corrupt, though stronger now than he'd been then. Not that it mattered much now with him there, bound to a chair by thin ropes and his mouth covered in duct tape.
He shot a glance back up at Thraen, his arms crossed - and ready to do whatever was needed. The skin around his knuckles was already red from hitting.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 12:01 pm
The trouble with loose alliances and amalgamations of effort proved itself again with finding Ochre among those that had been brought in. His voice was soft, toned for Eurydike, "We should each have a list of each of those taken, and should have met to discuss. A covered mouth says nothing. " I have a bad feeling about how all of this will go, with this the start. Then the Eternal of Gardens stepped forward. He'd prepared for some eventualities of interrogation, at least. "Run your tongue along the inside of your lips. Back and forth. The spit will allow them to part. Keep doing it and it will release your lips. All more gently that just pulling off. " "Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you remember me, Ochre? " Thraen crouched next to the chair. "I'm going to work on releasing the corner. Make a noise when your lips are clear, and then I'll pull. It will sting your cheeks, but that skin is hardier than our mouths."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 2:06 am
Ochre voiced a low, seething groan from behind the ductape. Wriggling his hands only elicited rope burns, where the skin sloughed off in strips and revealed raw, bleeding flesh. They pained him terribly, though he did not notice it above the ache in every muscle, the need to use the bathroom, and a deep thirst that left his head pounding. He could, at least, determine the time of day loosely - more that it was day. It helped that his captors appeared diurnal, too, for few came in to bother him during the night.
This was, to some extent, unlike his experiences with the Negaverse's capturing program. Here, he couldn't move, where there he could. Here, he could see and feel daylight at certain times where the Cathedral offered no such circumstance. With the Negaverse, he received food. With the White Moon, apparently, he did not.
But, all of that comparison only amounted to judging s**t against s**t.
The angry-looking one just stood around and stared at him like a beast with three heads. Ochre got that a lot, and he could get past it. Like you're any better than _____ the thought cut abruptly, giving him pause. His nose started to run. <******** off, he wanted to say, if he could speak beyond the ductape. He remembered hearing the last guy being pummeled in the other room, and by the look of his knuckles, he'd been at it for a while. Luckily he hadn't started pounding Ochre to death, though he expected that wouldn't last long. It never did.
Someone else crossed into the cell, and this one was a senshi he recognized - Thraen. Thraen, who volunteered to help him so long ago, when he thought the White Moon was a better idea. At least, Ochre noted, he sounded willing to help. Carefully he licked his lips with his bone dry tongue, and while the effort demanded half a minute to call up enough saliva to help, he finally blinked once for his answer. He tasted the old blood that caked his lips from when his nose ran heavily.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 7:07 am
The duct tape hadn't exactly been his bright idea, so Eurydike had no reason to get defensive about it - and really though, it wasn't like anyone could hear these ******** scream anyway. "You're right. We should've. - we even got a list of who all's here on our end?" he asked, fidgeting lightly and cracking bruised knuckles. Not that he was overly eager to hit the guy or anything per say. Just a habit, one of many. Even now he was thinking he could really use a smoke to go with this.
Then it was up to Thraen to talk to the guy, which was fine - seemed to know him, which could be good or bad -
Wait holy s**t; was his ******** nose bleeding all of a sudden? Was it dry in here or something? - seemed a little excessive though? Like he'd just been punched in the - "Uh. For the record, I didn't ********' touch him yet, " he offered with his hands raised, brows arched upwards.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 4:46 pm
What in the wide world? A nosebleed? There's no swelling to indicate someone punched him in the face. Inflammation of the membranes? Possibly. It is hard to tell under these conditions if he has any other immediate signs of infection or stress- the bind points ARE angry. The air isn't particularly dry. Trouble clotting?— chronic alcohol consumption, or another underlying health condition lower clotting. Hypertension. Odd. Thraen made use of the available blood already run, gorey as it was, to moisturize around the edges and work against the adhesion of the tape while the corrupted Super worked on the part nearest his lips with his tongue. There was time for patience for the signalling noise. Waited, stabilized the skin with his right hand flatted against cheek and then worked in a steady pull, not a tear, to work the tape off with minimal flesh removal. There wasn't a ready supply of Goo-gone to help remove the leftover tackiness. "You said your name was Sheikh. What happened? Over the four days, and some days after, and never you came for the scrollcase in the tree. " You said your brother looked at you for death. Or worse. Why didn't you come.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 5:08 am
The procession of removing ductape from immensely dry lips pained him. His skin still felt attached, and he hadn't felt any further bleeds crop up from the abuse. Thraen and the angry-looking super senshi managed its removal without too much damage on Ochre's end.
It was nice of them to put me down here and then give me mixed messages. This is like the Negaverse 2.0, Shitty Edition.
Licking his lips once more, Ochre tried his voice. It sounded withered, battered, and destitute of all strength. "It's Ochre," he corrected firstly to Thraen. Sheikh was a construct of some other planet that he forsook when he took up Negaverse mantle. It wasn't earth, and it wasn't livable. It was an isolated rock laden with peaks like teeth that gnashed the sky. It held little more of use than the barest herbs, even four years in the future. And there would be no one--
Ochre's eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes. Focus. "Yeah, funny story." His throat objected immensely at spare words spent at sarcasm. "Got imprisoned by Negaverse. Stuck for months." He swallowed, and found no relief. Another sniff. "Couldn't find it." Didn't want to anymore, he wanted to add.
"Need water," he added at last, looking between the two men. His gaze settled on the shorter one, as he hardly bothered to speak to Ochre directly. If you want me to answer your questions, then maybe get your a** out the door and get me some water first? I mean, you guys have to know every single time one of us needs to pee. And we gotta stay alive somehow. We're not all Alkaid - we can't just live off Chaos.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 12:24 am
Imprisoned for months? Eurydike didn't know jack s**t about what the story with these two was. But that part he got loud and clear, and his lips curled further in a quasi-frown, something in his hard gaze and stance towards the senshi lifting. He stole a glance over at Thraen, trying to gauge the blond's reaction to his words. Was he another case like Kerberos, maybe? - he was far from the negaverse's biggest fan (laughable, really), but at least one of those slime had ended up being someone real good. He'd just gotten buried under a lot of s**t was all.
Maybe this guy was a bit of the same? Not totally impossible. Kind of unfortunate that they'd taken him like this, though, if that was the case.
The request, and the fact that Ochre's gaze fell squarely to him, somehow ruffled his feathers. Not for the want of water itself, but for the way he looked at him, like - hey lazy a** cabana boy, go get me a ******** drink. Which yeah, might not have been the case, but -
He sighed. "I got it, " the super senshi offered with an almost weary wave of his hand as he turned to exit the room. "Be back in a sec."
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 4:02 pm
Is it now? You were warmer towards your name of freedom last we spoke. There was also salt then, peppered throughout, as it were. Is this the same cheek? Why be so certain to claim the Negaverse's name? Petulance is a sad hook to hang it on. Most would be bitter to find themselves trussed so, whether they knew they were serving evil or not. How few ever seek to see the consequences of their own actions. As much as there was question of who had decided Duct tape was a good idea, Thraen took the moments awaiting the water to examine the brilliance that was someone's idea to use ..hemp? Jute? Sisal? The damage in short order with his struggling was plain to see. Rock climbing rope is softer and stronger on the hand. And a different tie with different range of motion allowed would have prevented a lot as well. All the more, why struggle so very much until stripping skin? It's all shoddy. "Tell me of it. Your captivity. When you were released and to who. Your brother. The water is coming." Thraen returned to a crouch in front of the hole-marked senshi, looking to catch and hold his eyes with his own.
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