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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2018 11:54 am
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2018 7:23 pm
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❝I'll retake the throne...
I'll give my soul for you...
The contract is complete.❞
Zarachiel opened his eyes after blacking out when the Kir had brought him to this room, he was on his stomach to prevent irritation from his wound that ran along his back. Admittedly, the wound was slow to heal thanks to that blasted Crucifix that hung above the door. As rare a demon he was, he was still affected to holy relics. This secretly annoyed the demon, but at this point he was powerless to do anything at the present time. Slowly sitting up and moved into a seated position upon the bed gazing down at the slightly stained floor.
"Trapped...like a cornered rat, how utterly annoying. Alas, not much I can do in this damned room, I wonder what that man will do with me? I hope the little fox creature is alright, if he has harmed one hair on that cute creatures head! I swear!"
Zara spat as he slammed his fist into the bed causing the demon to hiss in discomfort from jostling his body a bit and refrained from further movement.
'I have got to find a way out of here, though in my current condition, I doubt I'd get far, not with that filthy angel around, grrrrr! I curse that man for doing this to me!'
Zara thought as he clenched his gloved hand into a tight fist while gritting his teeth slightly.
❝To protect someone, I must
go back to the days when I
was as sharp as a blade.❞
What is this place?: Room 17
Who is that?: No one
Does this look good?: The captured Demon
Is that music I hear?:
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2018 7:32 pm
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••• Honey With small, drooping steps, Honey made his way into Haven, skirting around the upper grounds and St. Vier’s rooms when he heard noise coming from that direction. He didn’t have the stamina for his master right now, and besides, he was late coming home, with nothing to show for it.
Instead, he pulled himself into the Below, stopping at the water basin and dipping his head in to the supposedly-sanctified water, unsure how to begin to patch himself up but figuring he better do so quickly, and try his best to hide his injuries as much as possible.
He honestly wasn’t sure how he’d gotten from the main stretch of Ozymandias to Haven. Haven was not far from the main street of the city, but it was far enough in the shape he was in.
Gathering supplies in a bundle as best he could, he staggered down a line of cells, ignoring those who were inside—he had been an instrument in many of their breaking and subsequent training; he wasn’t a popular creature.
He paused when he passed Room 17, hearing a voice coming from inside. 17 had been empty when he’d left that morning.
Slowly, he lowered himself to rest against the door, one leg stretched out in front of him, already lining up several vials of clear liquid, trying to shove a syringe into one of them. As he started looking for a vein, he called into the room.
”Welcome to Haven. I’m very sorry you ended up here.” |
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2018 7:51 pm
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:00 am
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••• Honey The questions were expected ones, natural ones, as was the offer to ‘help him,’ if only Honey would open the door. He didn’t blame the new slave for trying; if he’d been dumb enough, or not afraid of St. Vier enough, to open the door to a nonbroken slave then he deserved whatever he got.
He rattled off the answers he could give; he preferred to give St. Vier’s acquisitions a little dignity, a little information to arrange their lives, if he could do so without hurting himself in the process.
”My name is Honey; I’m one of St. Vier’s slaves, and probably will be involved in your initial breaking.” Let the other make of that what he would, it was the truth. He found a vein and pushed the first vial of clear liquid into his body. His eyes fluttered; what he really needed was actual medical intervention, stitches and peroxide and bandages and rest, but he wanted to take care of the pain first, as well as give himself some antibiotics.
”You’re in that room presumably to keep you safe and contained until my master can either send me to start your breaking, or come down himself. You can take comfort in the fact that he seems to be busy right now, doing…something.” That was all he knew; this information, given to some slaves, would have caused immeasurable relief, even if Honey could only guarantee a minute or more of guaranteed peace. He lined up the next syringe, pressing it into the crux of his elbow as well.
”I couldn’t speculate about what my master wants from you, sorry.” A light shrug at that; the other slave was either tall enough to see out of the tiny window at the top of the door or not. He shifted his head and his antlers (tender, one still coated in some amount of gore from one of his failed acquisitions, the wolf demon who had systematically trounced him earlier) rasped against the door.
Simply out of curiosity, he responded to the idea that this new slave could ‘help him’ with his injuries.
”How would you help? Let me guess, it would involve me opening this door for you, yeah?” |
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 2:24 pm
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❝I'll retake the throne...
I'll give my soul for you...
The contract is complete.❞
As Zarachiel listened to Honey's words, he could not help but grit his teeth slightly. Breaking? What did this slave mean by that? Shaking off the thought before resting his head against the door.
"Even if you open the door or not, I won't run... not like I can in my current condition, that b*****d implanted a strange device at the base of my spine. So, even if I ran I doubt I'd get far after such a barbaric procedure, so in order to try and help you, it would be best to open the door... for my healing flames can't squeeze under the door, not to mention they'd scorch this door in the process of trying..."
Zara explained as he began to breathe lightly before slowly sliding down to his knees, no longer able to fully stand at the present time as he waited for honey's reply, he wondered what the fellow slave would do, would he open the door or keep it closed as to not anger his Master? He was curious.
❝To protect someone, I must
go back to the days when I
was as sharp as a blade.❞
What is this place?: Room 17
Who is that?: Honey
Does this look good?: The Captured Demon
Is that music I hear?:
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:18 am
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••• HoneyHoney had heard it before. There were always good reasons for unbroken slaves to come out of their cells, reasons that would surely be compelling to Honey. He pressed the final vial into his body, kicking them out of the way as he laboriously rose to peer into the room and get a look at the slave.
The idea of a healing flame was interesting, if true; but he’d probably find that out in the course of training, if he was included in that part of the process.
The smile he trained on the other was apologetic, but there was a tightness there too that said he didn’t appreciate the bother.
”Let me be blunt. Whatever service you might be able to perform for me isn’t worth my life if St. Vier finds out. I don’t know where all the Kirs are, and I’m not risking my life for you, slave. You could offer me healing, sex, a battle unicorn that pisses booze, and I still wouldn’t. So let’s drop that particular topic of conversation now.” He swayed slightly on his feet, steadying himself on the door with a light thud that could be heard inside.
He couldn’t see the slave inside; he must not be standing anymore.
”All I can offer you now is a reasonably friendly voice, someone to talk to who’ll remember your original name if you tell it to me.. You may not appreciate that yet, but you will.” ((BTW, the object’s at the base of the skull not spine)) |
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2018 1:14 pm
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2018 11:53 am
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••• Honey”Zarachiel” Honey repeated, not presuming that they were friends.
There was audible relief in his voice when he added, ”I appreciate your understanding. You should hide that intelligence, if you can; that ability to understand quickly. It could save you a lot of pain.”
For his part, Honey continued to look into the blank expanse of the cell, unable to see Zara from where he was but looking in all the same.
”St. Vier…he’s mad, I can tell you that much. There’s no point in planning for him to do anything in particular; he won’t, or he will and it’ll surprise you all the same.” Honey wracked his mind for anything that would actually be useful, but couldn’t be traced back to him, couldn’t actually help the slave get free, just potentially lessen his pain even slightly as he underwent the training process.
”What kind of person are you? Why did he take you?” Advice he could give was contingent on the kind of schedule and method of training he could expect. |
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2018 9:49 pm
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Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2018 9:17 am
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••• Honey’Just curious is all.’ Honey assumed the slave was making a joke and laughed in response, then flinched as if the sound had startled him.
Wait, had the slave said--
”For your eyes?” Honey repeated, but after saying it out loud it made as much sense as anything else. Cross-shaped. Oh, okay. That was a bit different, then.
”So he was personally attracted to you, he didn’t just see the value in you…” He trailed off at that. He had intended to do what he could, see if he could help the slave keep some manner of himself through the training. Depending on what it was, it was possible to retain the self, as long as you were careful never to let it show through, if you were obedient…
But that was contingent on a surface-level investment on St. Vier’s part; on his master only seeking to churn this new figure through the machine that was Haven and spit him out as a finished product to sit pretty and horny or silent and dead-eyed or ravaged and rebuilt at some strange master’s side somewhere in Ozymandias.
If St. Vier was personally interested--well, any advice he could give was probably worthless. He felt a sudden desire to run away; to separate himself from this creature he’d probably have to watch be consumed by St. Vier’s desires.
A few moments of silence lapsed, and Honey gathered up his vials, crouching down with some grunting difficulty to sweep everything up so that he could make his way away.
”I’m sorry” he repeated, this time with a heavier note in the words.
”There’s no hope for you.” |
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 11:39 am
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