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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 7:01 pm
Sanidine had seen better days. He was sore and grouchy and not being fed enough, so he was in a particularly sour mood. There wasn’t much to do but sit here and ache. His face was a little swollen and the hints of bruises and scrapes were peppering what limited skin was visible beneath his uniform.
On the bright side, he'd dozed off earlier, despite still being fastened to a chair inside the cell. He was stretched out as much as possible, but it was hard to sleep when every little noise was waking you up. He was on high alert, but his body needed rest and that was the best he was going to get.
He had lost track of time; it wasn't that he was getting nervous or anything—he was too proud to admit if he were, even if only to himself—but he kept opening an eye and peering around. He kept waiting for someone to slip up—for someone he recognized to come along, or for the Negaverse to drop in.
…Except, the longer he was here, the more he questioned if anyone had even noticed.
Certainly he wasn't that big of a deal to the Negaverse—but there were others here. He could hear them. Unless this was about more than just Negaverse agents.
No one had seemed to give him adequate information, so he was just drawing his own conclusions—and why the hell not? He had plenty of time to daydream about conspiracy theories."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:21 pm
Themiscyra had no real reason to be there. Except pride. Except the feeling of dishonoring her own wonder, a prison equally by not being involved in this somehow.... and by being involved in this.
Yeah well, how many innocent men got thrown into jails in Themiscyra, huh? Conscious, go ******** yourself. She had a water bottle in hand, the condensation dripping off the plastic and around her hand as she pushed open the cell door. She was largely there making sure people weren't being mistreated.
And already, she'd seen her fair share of her worst fears happening.
The Squire of Themiscyra cussed inwardly as she stepped into the cell, closing the door behind her before moving in front of the guy in the chair. Unscrewing the top of the bottle off, she held it towards him. "Drink if you want to. Then I'm hoping you and I can have a chat."
Her other hand?
Was on her chain. Golden, slender, and exactly what she needed in a scenario like this. The Martian was offended by these members of Order kidnapping people. In her mind, the only ones whom had any business dealing with captives, with prisons, with burdens like that... were the ones from the world stained red.
At least they had the sense of how to do s**t right, was her mindset. "Got a name? I'm called Themiscyra."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 11:22 pm
For a moment, Sandine regarded her with narrow eyes. He was growing accustomed to tricks and any excuse Order had to 'strike fear into him'. He'd been here long enough that he didn't know if it was working or if he was just going crazy.
He hated this chair. Hated this room. Hated these people. He was tired and stretched thin, and with an annoyed grown he leaned forward and drank as much of the water as he could. He didn't like being treated like a child who couldn’t handle his own affairs.
He thought about lying about his powered name, but wasn't worth it. He'd already given his real name to people here. "Thanks," he said of the water, pride bruised just from having to accept it. "I'm Sanidine. So."
He looked up at her.
"Let's just skip all the fluffy bullshit. Tell me what you want, and then, if you're not planning on letting me go, leave. I'm not exactly thrilled with the last company I had, and I'm getting tired of these visits. So make it fast. I've got beauty sleep to catch up on."
Or, try. He hadn't slept in days. Dozed, a bit, but that didn't count. He was alive, but not rejuvenated. He was tired, groggy, confused.
He hated it. He wanted out.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 4:43 pm
When he'd pulled back from the water bottle, Themiscyra had tipped it back to keep any of the remaining liquid from spilling on him. Leaning back against the wall, she crossed her arms, the bottle striking her leathered side lightly as she observed him. The stark words had little effect on her--she barely gave a blink, or any real show that she was acknowledging his huffing and puffing.
The idea that he'd had a less than pleasant visit from another Order member didn't surprise her. Inwardly, she gritted her mental teeth. That wasn't the message she wanted to send to the Negaverse. She wanted to figure out a way to convince them to convert, to purify and get the ******** out of there. Not give them reasons to believe the Negaverse was the best option for their survival or sanity.
Of course. If they really couldn't be convinced. Danika was growing more and more aware of the reality that she might not be as against ending their current lives as she previously classed herself. Something in her--a past her, she was willing to grudgingly admit after the flickers of memories she'd encountered in her city--held council that if they refused to leave Chaos in this life, perhaps their starseeds would find a better route in their next incarnation. Or, perhaps, the wonder's next knight, in the case of blood knights.
"I want to know what appeals to you about the Negaverse. Before this s**t," she added with an obvious edge to her voice, face contorting slightly in disgust. "I want to know what makes the Negaverse so great. The Negaverse has captured, tortured, and killed many of my comrades, and many more I'll never have the chance to meet now. So what the ******** makes agents like you so willing to be part of such a group that exists to drain energy, kill civilians, knights, and senshi..? Why do you side with a group whose main tools, youma, are the corrupted forms of humans whom once lived here thousands of years ago?"
She let her words fall heavy and voice remain firm. Her red eyes blazed, even as she restrained herself to stay still. He wanted her to cut to the chase. So. She did.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:24 pm
Sanidine raised a brow. "Do you really have to ask? Structure's a great thing to have. They offer power, opportunity. Promise you the ability to do something great with your life. Not just scrounge around until you get a nibble—a genuine opportunity to move up in the world. Say what you want about them, but they're a means to an end. And all that stuff—killing and s**t? Go bark that to someone else. I've never seen an agent kill someone. Drain energy—sure, I've done that. But it's not any worse than getting drunk at a bar or pulling an all-nighter. You sleep it off. No real harm."
He shrugged, and truly didn't seem to think it was a big deal. "What do you care about youma, anyway? If they weren't youma, they'd just be dead now, all the same. Now, they've got all the time in the world."
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