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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 7:37 pm
Upon waking up in what was obviously a cell, Ashanite immediately proceeded to do an inventory of his physical health. Head throbbing - probably from whatever had knocked him unconscious. Bound, somewhat uncomfortably, but he was fairly certain he'd be able to stand. Fingers and toes first - nothing felt broken, and there weren't any sharp points of pain, and so he wiggled himself into a standing position.
He was still powered up - that was good and bad. Good because it meant his identity hadn't been exposed; bad because...well, his powered uniform offered approximately as much protection as tissue paper. He grit his teeth and tried to focus around the pain in his head - see if he could sense anyone else. Nothing, which meant either dampeners or he was alone. He leaned towards ********," he exhaled. There was no part of this he liked.kuropeco /bad title jokes regarding mutual britishness
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:34 pm
He'd been pacing down the hall for a few moments now, trying to work off some of the adrenaline that made his hands jitter and his chest tighten with each breath. Every so often, he gave a shake of one of his hands, or his head, but the latter was never a good idea, only increasing the dizziness with each movement.
The nausea kept rising. Celsus tamped down on it, on his own roiling emotions, trying to make some sense of them, trying to keep everything under control, but it felt like everything was simply simmering beneath the surface. As though at any second, he was going to burst, or collapse, or possibly both.
He couldn't just stand there. Celsus turned abruptly and slid open the nearest door, which clanged noisily as he stepped inside. He slammed it shut with as much force as it had been opened and stood there, hollow eyed and gaunt faced, staring across at the man in the room.
"Name," he said flatly, and it came out a directive, not a question.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 10:51 pm
Ashanite groaned, when the door slammed open and closed, the loud sound murder on his aching head.
"Ploutonion," he replied, sharply, and then he inhaled. "That's not the name you want, I suspect. Ashanite." His hands were behind his back, which meant out of sight of the Knight standing before him - so he felt comfortable testing the bonds. They were solid, stronger than he could break without some kind of leverage, and he wasn't sure if he could summon his weapon or even fi it would be useful for slicing through rope like this without seriously injuring himself in the process.
Fine, he would have to come up with another escape plan, then, maybe when his head stopped pounding and he could focus enough to try and teleport.
"Are there to be questions? Or is this just some sort of long-form game?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:05 am
His brows rose.
"Corrupted, then," said Celsus, taking a step closer, his expression tightening as though still trying to restrain what was twisting inside of his stomach. "Interesting. Well, Ashanite, you certainly don't look like any other Negaverse agent I've ever met before."
His gaze raked up and down the peculiar uniform, lip curling in disgust.
"Questions, for now," said Celsus, and began to pace, ignoring the way his hands shook, the throbbing in his head growing more fervent now, ricocheting against his skull. "What's your position in the Negaverse? You seem...weak."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 11:37 am
"Not by choice," though he doubted it mattered to these people. You didn't indiscriminately take captives and lock them in an old jail if you were going to parse who was a loyalist to their cause from who wasn't. What were they going to do? Pat him in the back, apologize, let him go? No. He knew about this little operation, could lead people to it.
So he wasn't getting out.
Fine.
"Yes, thank you for noticing, your judgement of the uniform that I no more chose for myself than you chose yours is noted." His tone was heavily sarcastic. So was his laugh.
"My position?" He shook his head. "Loosely, I work with the Intelligence branch. Mostly, I try not to get murdered." Let them think he had useful information, maybe he would survive a little longer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 8:48 pm
Celsus raised his head, his eyebrows rising in an expression of mild surprise, but he made no comment of the insinuation of a forced corruption. He felt as tensely strung as a bowstring, a headache growing behind his eyes and making him grit his teeth against it.
"Yes, well," said Celsus lightly, "Unlike yours, mine is practical. And also the right colors."
He stopped in front of Ashanite again, the laughter grating against his nerves like fingernails across a blackboard. Celsus let out a derisive snort, his gaze flickering darkly.
"So you're one of those fend-for-yourself types, are you?" he asked. "Good to know. What do you do within the Intelligence branch?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:09 pm
Ashanite just rolled his eyes, as dramatically and obviously as possible. This Knight would be neither the first nor the last to pick at the glaring lack of protection offered by being shirtless, sleeveless, and wearing low-slung hip-hugging pants. It served him well enough when his mission was to get people to pay attention to him, like with Victoria, but in combat?
Ha, no.
"I gather intelligence," he said, as obliquely as possible. He had absolutely no intention of handing over any actual information, and frankly, despite his few violent encounters with Order since being corrupted, he didn't exactly expect anyone had it in them to attempt to pry it from him with violence. "Exactly what it says on the tin, really."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 8:09 pm
He was twisting his hands together; as though preventing himself from doing anything with them and trying to keep them occupied from other things. Celsus cast a look back at the captain, his eyes still slightly hazy, but narrowed in his concentration.
"You gather intelligence?" he said, with a tilt of his head and a deliberate slow look at Ashanite's uniform again. "You?"
The tone of voice, dripping with incredulous disdain, could not have been taken any other way. Celsus half turned, his cape swirling around his ankles, and there was a soft hissing noise. Tails of a whip were dragged across the ground as he pivoted back to face the prisoner.
"Blimey," said Celsus lightly, absently curling the whip around his trembling fingers. "The Negaverse must really be getting desperate, aren't they?'"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 2:04 am
The expression on Ashanite's face was really wholly inappropriate for someone in his position, too confident, too comfortable - too borderline flirtatious.
He was fairly determined not to let Celsus see him sweat.
"Oh, I'm talented at getting people to talk. It's a gift, really, and the skanky uniform helps more than you'd think." He wasn't even trying to be subtle, blatant flirtation in his posture and in his wink. He supposed it might work against him; there were a hundred reasons the Knight might be offended or disgusted.
But it was fun, and if he was going to rot in a cell, he could at least amuse himself.
So he eyed the whip, raised an eyebrow, glanced back up at the Knight.
"Oh, I don't know if desperate is the right word."kuropeco i'm so sorry he's so ******** awful
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 3:47 pm
Celsus felt the words sink into him - and it was not just the words, not just the syllables that coursed through the air, but the sound of them. The heavy insinuation, dripping with innuendo, lacking any and all subtlety as to the meaning of what he was saying.
Nausea was thick in Celsus' throat. He had stopped moving, frozen where he stood, though his fingers were still trembling as they curled more tightly around the handle of the whip. The knuckles were white; he tried to remain calm, but his head spun dizzily, his breathing unsteady.
There was a crack through the air, as loud and sharp as a gunshot. The tails of the whip had been aimed at Ashanite's face, not as hard as he could have slapped them, but enough to be painful if they landed correctly.
"That," said Celsus, through clenched teeth, breath shaking. "is vile. The Negaverse is more foul and disgusting than I had thought possible."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 9:32 pm
There wasn't a lot of room for Ashanite to move around, so the whip struck him fully across the face. He turned his head with the strike, and laughed.
"Usually you aim that lower," he said, though some of the sheer innuendo was gone from his tone. "Do you always respond like that when people flirt with you? It's very rude." As if Ashanite insinuating his role in the Negaverse was as a walking honey trap was a perfectly polite conversation opener.
"You asked me what I do. I told you what I do. I can't help it if you don't like it, or don't see the value."kuropeco VILE IS EXACTLY THE APPROPRIATE WORD HERE
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 10:50 pm
He felt shivers of disgust rolling through him, unwanted images flashing through his mind, and Celsus swallowed back the nausea threatening to rise in his throat. "So the Negaverse puts your...well, lack of talents...to use, is that right?"
He cracked the whip again, this time towards Ashanite's leg.
"Is this how you get information, then? It's pathetic. Have you no other abilities? You certainly look as though you don't."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 8:02 pm
"Oh, I have plenty of talent," Ashanite laughed, and then he hissed sharply when the whip struck his leg.
It was at least not bare skin, this time, which was a relief. It would still probably mark, and it would sting for a while, but there were worse things.
"You'd be surprised how much people open up when you listen to them. I don't always whore myself out, I'm a little offended you assume that's my only use." Not that he hadn't placed the dots for Celsus to connect, but if he couldn't fake a little offense, he wasn't getting the most out of this.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:06 pm
Celsus reeled the whip back in, wrapping the tails around his shaking fingers. He took a step closer, his eyes flashing with a mixture of disgust and irritation as he crouched in front of the man, one hand bracing himself on the ground to keep his balance.
"I assume that's your only use because you clearly don't have the brains to be of use in any other fashion," he said flatly, and then stood again, cracking the whip away from Ashanite, though he gathered it back up once more, his chest feeling too tight.
"Pathetic," he said, ignoring the echo of the word in his head about himself. "The Negaverse is desperate. Good to know."
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