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 Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 11:28 am
Once again the curly-haired senshi of silence found himself bringing water to the captives in the hope of getting information - and maybe some conversions! This time he was going to see one of the female captives, a corrupted senshi; he was a bit apprehensive, but his magic wouldn't allow her to cast if that's what it came down to. Besides, she was well secured...and they all deserved water, dammit. Aegir stepped into the cell, directing a hesitant smile in the young woman's direction. "Hi, I'm Aegir, what's your name?" He also waggled a sealed bottle of water in her direction, "I bet you're thirsty, so I brought you some water." Maybe they were on the opposite sides of this war, but...he hoped that more of them would purify. Or at least be willing to talk.
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 12:12 pm
The dainty dancer had been pretty much ignored up to this point in her captivity, something that could have been as much a blessing as it was a curse. She could hear screams, shouting, any number of unpleasant noises from out in the halls, the other cells, and combined with the waiting, it was enough to leave the corrupt wound tighter than a watch spring. She was pacing when the cell door opened, and the sound made her jump, spinning around on her toe to face the tall senshi that had entered. Pale, blonde, and smiling, Ceraskia could feel her lips twitching in something close to a scowl before he waved the bottle of water at her. Parched, it was enough to still her tongue and school her features, and she stood in the middle of her cell, waiting for him to come to her. "Ceraskia, of scorn." When he was near enough she unfolded one arm to reach for the bottle, torn between holding her silence, or thanking him. She was thirsty, but on the other hand, they were keeping her a captive here. Te conditions were deplorable, it was cold, dirty, and there was nothing in the way of privacy. Hardly the sort of thing the girl was used to. Which...might have been the point. Wait until my mistress finds me. It had been the one thought that had seen her through all this. She knew, knew without a doubt, that her general would indeed find her, and when she did, those that had taken her would pay dearly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 4:33 pm
Naturally Aegir hadn't expected any of the captives to really be happy to see his face, but Ceraskia's chilly reception was somewhat disheartening. "I wish we could have met under better circumstances." He handed over the bottle, not needing thanks. It was the least he could do for the prisoners, to see that they got some water and didn't dehydrate too badly. Maybe I should have brought her some food too..I'll have to come back."But since we haven't...I was hoping you'd be willing to talk to me a bit. How you became part of the Negaverse, who you report to..." That sort of thing was what he should be asking, was asking. Not that he could force her to answer in a way Aegir would be willing to pursue.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 3:44 pm
Parched, the girl's first drink was a long one, but after a moment he seemed to have come back to herself, and the bottle was lowered promptly, lips dabbed dry with the back of her hand before she'd replaced the cap. She was still thirsty, but at least she'd taken the edge off now. It meant she could resume that cool stare, the unfriendly disposition that all but radiated from the dainty dancer. "And what sort of circumstances would you have preferred?" There was a soft bite to her tone, and the only thing keeping it from being all out scorn was years of manners and class. He wanted information, and she had to wonder if she should give it to him. Was there really any reason not to? In the end it wouldn't matter, because they'd all get what was coming to them anyways. "My mistress as general Schrol. She promised me power enough to make all my fondest desires come true." There was a certain unmistakable reverence when she spoke of the silver haired general. The senshi was a zealot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2016 5:21 pm
Even though Ceraskia had nothing to give him but disdain and looks that said she would have enjoyed very much watching him die like a bug sprayed with RAID, Aegir felt better once she’d had something to drink. He was not happy at all with the way the whole ‘captive’ operation was playing out - treating another human being as something lesser didn’t sit well with the curly haired man; he was too compassionate, generally speaking. Of course, there were Officers he would have taken some joy from having captive and abused. Moonstone. Umber. Schörl. “The sort where we might be able to speak civilly, without cold cement and bars.” Aegir spoke plainly, calmly, accepting the corrupted senshi’s sharp tone without taking it personally - she had every right to be pissed with him and the others. It wasn’t until Ceraskia spoke Schörl’s name, reverently, that his expression and manner changed. She’s…oh my god. Aegir’s mind was reeling, face white as the blood drained from his face and a beads of sweat popped up on his brow. If there was one creature on the whole of the Earth that terrified him, it was the Eldritch General Schörl. And here was this lovely, delicate looking woman…speaking of her with such devotion, such obvious awe. How? How????“You desire pain and destruction?” Aegir’s voice came out strained and he clenched his scarred fist, the wound aching and seeming to burn anew though it was well-healed and could not truly cause him such pain. "Are your dreams so awful? I can't believe it."
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2016 4:24 pm
"Do such occasions exist beyond these circumstances?" It was an unfriendly question, biting and challenging, and punctuated by the senshi turning away from him to move to the cot so she could take a seat on the edge of it, bottle once again coming up for a long drink. It lowered though, quickly, at the look on the senshi's face at the mention of her mistress's name. He paled, eyes widening with what could only have been terror, and the dancer's eyes widened in turn, curious now as she watched him sweating. Curious. Very curious. Dark lips pursed thoughtfully. "The only pain and destruction I've experienced has been by your pure hands." There was, perhaps, the shadow of a smile on the corrupted senshi's face as she drew the long length of her hair over her shoulder, fingers combing through silver silk. "My lady cherishes my presence in her life. She devotes herself to seeing my dreams become reality." She was definitely smiling now. Pleased by the look of utter fear on Aegir's face. "She bestows strength and courage, and I am forever in her debt, grateful that her lovely eyes seek me out. "And she's coming for me," she added, a conversational threat. "Because this cannot stand. You've taken something she holds dear, and do not believe for a second that she won't tear this place, and all of you apart to get me back."
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 6:36 pm
"I'd like to think that they do." She was acerbic and antagonistic towards Aegir, but he really couldn't fault her - his people had captured her and stuck her in this small cell with no food or water save what he and others might see fit to bring - it was certainly not the best place to be trying to foster good feelings in. So he allowed her the digs, the bites, and accepted it as what was deserved. It was unfortunate, really, that Ceraskia had caught his reaction to Schörl's name...because she used it like a weapon and he still couldn't blame her even though it twisted like a knife in his guts. "I'm sorry, Ceraskia. But it's much the same for us...each side of this war causes hurt to the other." Aegir sounded sorrowful, and indeed he looked it; either the curly haired super senshi was being wholly honest...or he was one hell of an actor. The most difficult part was hearing how the lovely young corrupt spoke of the hellspawn that he knew as Schörl - and that was knowing that just because he found her reprehensible, there were likely others that felt for her the way he did about Björn. Ceraskia was a prime example. "I'm... glad she treats you well and that you have such faith in her. My own experiences were far, far different." He blanched further at her surety that the General would be coming for her. But of course she will, if she cares half as much as Ceraskia says she does. Oh god can I please not be here for her arrival? Why did they ever think capturing Negaversers would go well? Why did I agree to be part of this? Ash. Thraen. Castor. He'd agreed because people he cared about were party to this, and because he'd thought it a decent idea himself. Before. Now he felt differently. It was wrong to use such nasty, underhanded tactics...they were supposed to be better than that, weren't they? And it had caused so much grief already...these people that had come in with the flush of health, strong and defiant, were now worn and sallow-cheeked. Dehydrated and starving and it was wrong - which was why he tried to make round with water and - when he could manage it - protein bars. "Certainly, she will. At some point. And we'll deal with her then." Aegir's tone was full of confidence he didn't really have in himself, but with the group of senshi and knights that were part of the capture, there were more than a few that could have gone toe to toe with Schörl in ways he himself could not.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 7:22 am
She continued to watch him closely as he present what answers he could in response to her digs and questions. Expression shrewd and alert, missing nothing. So the deepening fear did not go unnoticed, and Ceraskia smiled softly to herself, deeply satisfied with the desired reaction. Let them be frightened. Let them regret this folly. "You'll deal with her," she echoed cooly, fingers stilling in her hair. "You'll try to stop her from rescuing someone she cares for. Hurt her if you can." Not just Schörl, but anyone that might come searching for the lost agents. "How is it you continue to believe you're the righteous side to this war if you will use no better tactics than you would accuse our ranks of dating to do?" It was a fairly philosophical question, one meant to dig deep and cause doubt, but in all honesty, the girl was curious of his answer. "You're outfits might be brighter, whiter than ours, but deep down you're no better."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2016 12:15 pm
From the way Ceraskia smiled, sickly and so certain that she was correct, told Aegir that there was no way that he was going to get through to her. She had made her choice - and...well, he wasn't really in any position to try telling her that he was different. That they were different. She's right...doing this has made us just as dirty as we want to think they are."You're assuming that I'd hurt one of your kind, given the chance. But I try to not...I'm here to try and make things a little better." Aegir shook his head a bit, "You don't have to believe me." He'd said that. s**t. It was time to go. He set another bottle of water down and stepped back to the door. "I meant it. I'm really sorry we met this way. It never should have happened like this." And then he was gone, the heavy cell door closing with a heavy finality. Beejoux Wrap! biggrin Thank you Bee~
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