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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:14 am
Andronicus walked around the jail with a firm frown and look of displeasure on her face. She'd expected Order to do something drastic, but this was a bit much, even for them. Shades of order, huh... The Code's words really range true in her head, as she passed various agents of Chaos.
And their jailers.
She recognized very few of those they'd taken. Jarosite for one, though she kept walking past as the general - he was a general now, great - was passed out on the floor of his cell. She frowned at the Dark Mirror they'd taken as well; oh that was going to go down swimmingly.
One other she recognized, by his long red hair and facial tattoos. He was bound to a chair, mouth covered in duct tape. The squire let out a heavy sigh and let herself into his cell, ignoring the protests of the jailer outside.
"How'd you get yourself into this mess, Ochre?" she asked, sitting down on the floor a few feet from him. The question was more of a comment to herself than the corrupt, spoken with a sigh and a frown of concern. He'd seemed like such a reasonable corrupt, it seemed out of place to see him among the captives. Wrong place in the wrong time, perhaps?
After all, if they could capture a general, and eternal senshi, they had their methods down pat.
"This is painting a great picture of order for you, I'm sure," said Andronicus, pulling the tape from his face and untying him from the chair. She fished a roll from her pocket and split it in half, offering part to him in a peace treaty gesture. Nothing like food to keep someone from trying to strangle you. Hopefully.
Strickenized lemme know if you need anything changed!
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:21 pm
Hours were spent reliving much of the same treatment as the Negaverse meted out in the bowels of the Dark Kingdom. At least the Negaverse allowed him freedom of motion, even if he couldn't go beyond his cell - he still had the ability to scratch the itch on the back of his neck, or rest stiff muscles, or start exercising to rid himself of all the restless energy.
But here? The White Moon wouldn't even give him that.
Ochre jerked and tried to look toward the entrant to his cell when he first heard the door, but the chair's backing prevented him from fully seeing the figure. Only when he heard the voice did he recognize it as someone familiar. He couldn't place who, though, until he saw Andronicus' face peer at him. Ochre managed a few grunts behind the ductape, but it held fast despite best efforts. Inwardly he wished he could sweat more and be rid of it in a timely fashion.
At last, Andronicus tore it away. "********!" He croaked dryly. "Thanks, that s**t is really ******** terrible," he cursed as he half-craned his neck to aim his voice at the nearest gaolers. "I thought my lips were gonna peel off with it. Ugh. I can't <********> believe this." Ochre fidgeted restlessly, attempted to wrench his hands free or move the chair or even knock himself over for a chance of pace.
Anything was better than this, and Andronicus knew it. "They're just proving they're shittier than anything they think the Negaverse is." Sniffing heavily, Ochre tried to prevent blood from seeping into his mouth. If nothing else, the ductape took care of that for him. "This is ******** ridiculous, I wasn't even doing anything! Who the <********> decided this was a good idea?" The corrupt's tirade wore on for a while yet, as he churned out of his system all the curse words and disdain he now associated with the White Moon.
At least she was nice enough to offer food, even if he couldn't eat it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 2:40 pm
Andronicus chuckled, breaking off a piece of bread and chewing it. Didn't she know it. Order was volatile, off its rocker, and had no central leadership. The Royals existed, but that meant nothing at all when it came down to it. More over, everyone started yelling when there was a giant meeting, and nothing everything got done.
"The zealots of the order. The savage ones, hell bent on killing all of you. I'm here, because a teammate is on that team and I have to try to keep her from murdering everyone." She let him continue his tirade for as long as needed; if she was in his position, she'd appreciate the moment.
They did s**t for their PR, they really did.
"Also here to," she said, getting up from the floor and going over to him. She leaned down, offering a piece of bread to his mouth, and whispered into his ear.
"Spring ya loose when the time comes." Andronicus smiled at him and leaned back, glancing over her shoulder at the door.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 5:24 am
Ochre nigh choked on his bread the second she whispered her words. He coughed primarily through his nose as he was desperate to retain what sustenance he could, but prospects looked slim. He managed to swallow quickly enough, though doing so dried out his throat terribly. Mentally Ochre tried to reclaim what he remembered of the Negaverse cells as preparation for the days to come - if there were, in fact, days of this yet.
"Spring me loose? You'd do that?" The words were asked quietly, then instantly regretted for their inanity. "Why do you have to wait? Just untie me from this damn chair and I can just teleport myself out." Ochre started shifting violently in his chair once more, though just enough to set the legs thumping against the concrete floor. Old blood droplets still stained its dusty surface from the last nosebleed he suffered. "I mean, unless someone's watching and is gonna knock you out the moment they think something suspicious is going on, there's no point in letting me sit in here!"
Unless Order angled to play the same game as the Negaverse had, at times - debut the carrot, and watch Ochre follow it incessantly.
No - he wouldn't yield twice.
"Besides, how do you know they're not gonna kill me tomorrow? You said it yourself!" He sniffed heavily in an attempt to reel in the blood. "The people running this operation wanna kill all of us anyway! We're better off, like," he lowered his voice momentarily, "escaping as soon as we can." And while Ochre found no reason to doubt Andronicus for her words, especially given her previous kindnesses, he started to wonder if simply disseminating this information was part of a clever Order ploy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:26 pm
"You can't teleport." The words echoed through the cell, green eyes glanced to the floor for the moment. She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. " They've some sort of dampening system up, otherwise I think most of you would have sprung loose on your owns, just by summoning weaponry."
Andronicus moved around his chair and undid the ropes. "Try for yourself, if you don't believe me." She gave him the space of the cell, standing in front of the door for the time being.
Traitor.
Yes, escaping now was better than being slaughtered later. She was one squire, against eternals and royals in the jail. There was just as much risk of both of them getting captured, as it was staying. She wouldn't risk that, not when Ochre hadn't done anything to warrent being captured. Nor with her skin on the line.
Traitor, traitor.
She rubbed the back of her neck again, crossing her arms.
"Which is going to be suicide if you can't teleport out. I'm only a squire, Ochre, I can't fight off five eternal senshi by myself, not to mention the rest of the horde here."
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:19 am
"I've been trying to teleport out but I guess I can't do it with my hands all bound up like this. And the rest of me, too. I'm kinda stuck here." The comment of weapons summon left him thoroughly incensed, as he often begrudged the other officers for their far more useful equipment to his own variably pointless magic. Officers could have cut loose, and yet there was no revolt occurring among the inmates - which lent credence to Andronicus' suspicions. If the officers hadn't gotten themselves out already, then what prevented them from doing so?
Ochre sighed, his head craning back against the chair. Panic welled again; he could feel its thrumming grasp deep within his gut. "Great, so you're telling me I'm stuck here and I'm gonna die when they decide I'm not useful. Which will be really ******** soon. I get out of one cell, I get stuck in another, and this is where I die. ********." Ochre swallowed thickly; bile climbed his throat as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
Inwardly he wondered how he could even sweat around dehydration.
Andronicus mentioned springing him loose when the time came, but when was that supposed to be? When they're getting ready to cut his throat? What if she meant to spring him loose from life?
"What about the communicators? Do they work? Tell me they work."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 1:23 am
"Don't think so. Figure if they'd did, we'd be fighting off the rest of your men and not standing here chatting." There wasn't much else to say really. Whatever they'd done masked everything that the Negaverse agents, and their senshi, had on them. It was good thinking, but to do what she had no idea. Torture them? Make them pay?
A load of crap honestly.
She glanced at the cell door behind her and grumbled. "Great, guard change. I swear..." Andronicus turned back to Ochre and gave a sort of sad smile.
"I'm sorry you're in this mess. I'm actually sorry most of you are in this mess. I'll get you out, I promise you that. Until then, sit tight. I ain't gunna let them kill you." That was probably going to get a lot of questions from him. She wasn't quite sure herself why she'd not let them kill him. Too much a decent human being? Felt too sorry for him?
Probably some of both, actually.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:52 am
Ochre groaned harshly. How in the hell could Order have put this together so easily without the Negaverse knowing? Was Information slacking off? Did SpecOps lose the order to go after them? Did someone from Infiltration purify and burn the paper trails monitoring this? Ochre refused to believe that the blame did not lie with his own faction; someone must have screwed up their mission, for Order was not so well coordinated that they could pass such an effort beneath the Negaverse's nose. No, some portion of their concerted effort failed to function properly. Perhaps Umber would straighten it ********..." Ochre sighed through his teeth. "Great time for that s**t. Hey, before you leave, just know that if I die because of this, I'm gonna be haunting you forever. Forever. As in like, haunting you after you're dead too. Better get me outta here before that happens." However, there was little more to say - the ductape needed replacing on his lips before Andronicus could leave, and Ochre soon ran dry of threats. Between starvation, dehydration, and a constant headache, his company amounted to little. What good was haranguing her further?
Instead Ochre fell quiet, and rolled his wrists beneath his bonds to disperse some of the stiffness. Time would resume its slothlike passing shortly, and he would await a death of unknown specification.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 10:46 pm
She chuckled, looking down at him with a sad sort of expression. "If you want to haunt me, go ahead. I can't really stop you if you're a ghost." Andronicus apologized as she placed the the ducttape back over his mouth, and retied any rope she'd undone.
The squire passed through the door the cell and gave a look back at him.
This was wrong...
Then she was gone.
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