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smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
loverofinnocence) wrote in smash_logs2012-02-10 08:46 pm
[Open Log] - Animosity in Captivity
Who: Caim, Majima, Ai, Samus, Angelus, and everyone else interested in meeting the famed murderer and beating him up
When: Sometime after Majima's entry right here; (Likely from 2/10 and onward. Until Caim's released. If he's ever released.)
What: The mass murderer of the town and the academy has been caught and caged. Like Majima said, however, don't expect him to be a real talkative guy.Ha. Ha.
Where: The security team's holding cells. That's right. They have holding cells.
Warnings: ......? To be determined.
[This is probably fairly accurate. Feel free to take some liberties. Considering he's mute, they probably gave him a tiny desk to write shit on or something.]
They had caught him. He had been the animal. He had been the one hunted down, lured into the trap, and taken it down. And Caim had known it would be a trap. There was no other way it could have been anything else. The whole situation was a bit of a sore subject with the prince, who was looking progressively shaggier without a way to preen himself. But perhaps physical appearance wasn't something constantly on his mind - and not when he was enduring the punishment for his actions.
The confrontation had ended in a surprising lack of bloodshed on both sides. Where a sword should have been, he'd been imprisoned in a crystal and moved from that point on by the convenience of a magic he was not adept in. Caim still didn't quite understand how any of it had come about. It had, however, and even with the confusion that racked his brain, it was a moment in the past and not one he had the power to go back in time in change. For if he'd had the power to go back and change one thing, it wouldn't have been that moment he wanted to visit anyway.
The security team had moved him into a holding cell and made sure that it was secure. He was crafty, undoubtedly, but not even Caim's maddening wit would be enough to lend him an escape from the Hell that he'd practically stabbed himself into. Their kindnesses were few and far between. He ate what they brought him, made no fuss - not that he could have - and went without food when he refused to answer their inquiries.
His mind was elsewhere, he thought. It wasn't in that cell with him. It kept going back and replaying his actions and reactions. It became an obsessive little game. And then it progressed to the repeats and the nightmares that plagued him from his homeland. The ever scorning remarks of Verdelet. The quiet assurances of his sister. The pleading tones of Leonard. And the sickening laughter that escaped Arioch. All of this... It had really been nothing short of a repeat. Two entirely different worlds, and yet a waltz of history that the man could not escape from.
He had a desk. Just one. Not even a desk, really. More like a table and it was only for the sake so he might have something to write on. But he'd had more intent to simply sit in the chair at it and stare outside, watching various members of security walk back and forth occasionally as they performed their patrols. For all he really knew, he would simply starve to death or be in there for the remainder of his life.
What kind of life could be had for a man who had already lost everything, though?
And then I realised I should do some famous Mako notes.
OoC Notes:
♔ Contrary to however you may wish it, security is probably not going to let you beat him up. After all, getting your hands on him means he's either out of his cell, or you're in it. And chances are if you're in it, you'll be the dead one.
♔ Please tag yourselves in. Some characters are coming together. Talk that out amongst each other if necessary.
♔ If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can to help clarify.
♔ Have fun! ♥
When: Sometime after Majima's entry right here; (Likely from 2/10 and onward. Until Caim's released. If he's ever released.)
What: The mass murderer of the town and the academy has been caught and caged. Like Majima said, however, don't expect him to be a real talkative guy.
Where: The security team's holding cells. That's right. They have holding cells.
Warnings: ......? To be determined.
[This is probably fairly accurate. Feel free to take some liberties. Considering he's mute, they probably gave him a tiny desk to write shit on or something.]
They had caught him. He had been the animal. He had been the one hunted down, lured into the trap, and taken it down. And Caim had known it would be a trap. There was no other way it could have been anything else. The whole situation was a bit of a sore subject with the prince, who was looking progressively shaggier without a way to preen himself. But perhaps physical appearance wasn't something constantly on his mind - and not when he was enduring the punishment for his actions.
The confrontation had ended in a surprising lack of bloodshed on both sides. Where a sword should have been, he'd been imprisoned in a crystal and moved from that point on by the convenience of a magic he was not adept in. Caim still didn't quite understand how any of it had come about. It had, however, and even with the confusion that racked his brain, it was a moment in the past and not one he had the power to go back in time in change. For if he'd had the power to go back and change one thing, it wouldn't have been that moment he wanted to visit anyway.
The security team had moved him into a holding cell and made sure that it was secure. He was crafty, undoubtedly, but not even Caim's maddening wit would be enough to lend him an escape from the Hell that he'd practically stabbed himself into. Their kindnesses were few and far between. He ate what they brought him, made no fuss - not that he could have - and went without food when he refused to answer their inquiries.
His mind was elsewhere, he thought. It wasn't in that cell with him. It kept going back and replaying his actions and reactions. It became an obsessive little game. And then it progressed to the repeats and the nightmares that plagued him from his homeland. The ever scorning remarks of Verdelet. The quiet assurances of his sister. The pleading tones of Leonard. And the sickening laughter that escaped Arioch. All of this... It had really been nothing short of a repeat. Two entirely different worlds, and yet a waltz of history that the man could not escape from.
He had a desk. Just one. Not even a desk, really. More like a table and it was only for the sake so he might have something to write on. But he'd had more intent to simply sit in the chair at it and stare outside, watching various members of security walk back and forth occasionally as they performed their patrols. For all he really knew, he would simply starve to death or be in there for the remainder of his life.
What kind of life could be had for a man who had already lost everything, though?
OoC Notes:
♔ Contrary to however you may wish it, security is probably not going to let you beat him up. After all, getting your hands on him means he's either out of his cell, or you're in it. And chances are if you're in it, you'll be the dead one.
♔ Please tag yourselves in. Some characters are coming together. Talk that out amongst each other if necessary.
♔ If you have any questions, feel free to let me know and I'll do what I can to help clarify.
♔ Have fun! ♥
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Caim had felt her when she'd initially touched down. Just as he had always felt her and it had given him some part of himself back. For Caim was mostly like a vase with some missing pieces.
Did anyone do that sidequest in Final Fantasy VIII?Some of those pieces he'd never get back. As far as he knew - had known - everyone else was dead. Save Angelus, of course, for he was still alive. And as per the usual, he would not die until she had.But somehow, she was there and if he bothered to move any closer, well within arm's length, which seemed an unwise thing to do when he saw precisely how she eyed him. All of that unbridled chiding that she released with a tongue lashing so completely her that at once Caim felt both supremely annoyed and relieved to see her. Even if she wasn't... quite as large or as gifted with the wings as he was accustomed.
He ignored her chiding and rose from his chair as he stared at her for too many moments to count. And then he motioned. What is this? The mockery that is yours for mankind is grand, but this is not. You would be of more use the other way, Dragon.
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Now she backed off a touch as her arms crossed beneath her chest. She still looked angry enough though. "And that has nothing to do with what I said. Do not try to slip by that, Caim."
She gave him a long, hard look after that and said nothing more for a moment. Then she turned her head and breathed out a long sigh, as if she were resigning herself to some fact. Her shoulder slackened and some of the anger faded off. She'd had her gripe and she'd wait before she lashed into more.
After a bit, Angelus raised a brow once more though this time it was accompanied by a smirk. As a dragon, she couldn't engage in that satisfying facial expression. It was one of the advantages of this form, she had discovered.
"You played the hero for a child, did you?"
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Especially for trying to evade something she deliberately pinpointed him on.
He moved again to cautiously sit back in his chair as he watched her. At least she wasn't trying to reach through the bars and strangle him, except realistically he knew that'd never happen. No sense to be harming someone who'd wind up harming herself by consequence. Such was the way with pacts and bonds.
Her question that followed made him pause. It wasn't something he wanted to hear and it definitely hurt more having her say it. Things were mostly okay when he simply gave thought to them and never had to expose them to the air. What had happened with Ai, who Ai was to him, and the idea that he had somehow failed her so greatly were all a bunch of ideas that he didn't want to give his ears to. He assumed he thought about it enough that there was no need for him to try discussing it.
He pointedly looked aside, I am no hero. As though that would say everything for him. He was no hero, never had been, never arrived in time, and was nothing short of a man who consistently failed against a world that conspired for him to lack any kind of succession.
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It was the blunt, uncolored and harsh truth. Caim had never been a hero and he never would be, in Angelus' opinion. Humans were very rarely ever truly 'heroic' in the first place. And Caim, as steeped in blood and anger and bitter brokenness as he was? No, Caim could never be a hero.
Wiser men had played at less though. And she had found men did so like to imagine themselves heroic for mundane deeds.
Ah, the burden of a pact. Punching him would only have hurt her in return, yes. And his thoughts flowed freely too, when he wasn't trying to hide them at least. She may have huffed a little at the notion of him failing her but then Ai herself had rubbed the dragon the wrong way, so to speak. Majima as well. Not for how they tricked Caim and trapped him, no. That was Caim's fault for being foolish in her opinion.
"I hate cowardice. I despise it." Now Angelus was the one looking away, arms still sternly crossed and chin tipped up just a touch. "When one allies themselves with another, it is a matter you see through to the end. And yet those of your kind--"
A pause went there as she turned an eye back to Caim.
"--and those of other kinds as well, do not seem to fully understand this."
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Leaning forward, an elbow lifted and in a very unprincely fashion, he rested his chin in the palm of his head and eyed his pact partner with a vaguely bored expression. He wasn't truly bored. Well, no. In comparison to endless rampages of murder, being confined to a single room really was mostly uninteresting, dull, and drab. But he gathered he wasn't about to be released any time soon. He'd heard random talks of a 'trial', whatever that was, but had heard nothing about his freedom.
And he guessed he didn't deserve it either.
Her words rendered him a moment's pause and even managed to halt his other thought processes. At least briefly. Then when he thought he knew what she was pointing at, his thoughts started up again.
Do you mean Ai, he asked, trying to keep the connotation of his thought of the Pikmin girl on a mostly professional level. Except he was going to guess Angelus already knew enough about her. At least, she seemed to.
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She shifted her arms again, a sour look taking hold of her features. It was an odd to even see her able to have a sour look on her face really.
"Whatever she might be, it is not a good ally."
The words stung her though even as she said them. Yes, Angelus was fully capable of realizing the hypocrisy laced in what she spoke. She hadn't been the best of allies either, all things considered.
"She is young, that much is true. And the young seem to be blind to some things."
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And Majima... Well.
He stared at her for a few moments, considering protesting, but feeling that'd make him too open and far too vulnerable. He didn't even have his sword and without that, there was definitely part of him missing. He wasn't half as intimidating without the blade, after all.
Blindness is a fault of the youth that is to be expected, he found himself thinking after a moment's consideration. Ai's position is unclear, though my own observance would conclude ill consequences were not her intent.
But that probably wasn't going to fly. As much as Angelus wasn't flying in her current form.
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"The forgiveness of wrongs is so easily achieved simply based on the intent of the one who perpetrates them? A strange thing indeed, given your forgiveness could not be bought for those who had not even harmed you."
She breathed out a sigh and turned her glance to the nearest window. Had he grown that soft? The Caim she knew would not have forgiven such evident betrayal so easily. There wasn't enough warmth left in him to give reasonable doubt to anything.
So what did he see in Ai? She couldn't say she really cared what it was but she was curious to know, if only because it was so out of character.
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'Bad.' In the sense that he was in a world that he had not saved, thanks to the ramblings of an eccentric priest. Bad in the sense that to the people in the academy, he was just a mass murderer, no more fit for life than Mac had been fit for seeing the immensely sharp edge of his blade. And Angelus was a different story entirely.
He looked aside and in an agitated manner, pinched the bridge of his nose. I said the ill intentions were not deliberate. It does not mean that things did not wind up as they have. I doubt she understands precisely what I did or why I did it. Caim shook his head and he edged closer to her, though cautious and curious.
There was comfort in having her around, human or not. He was intrigued by that, of course. But it wasn't the time to ask. Or... Perhaps it was. Since when had he ever had wise judgment anyway?
How human are you?
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"Ill intentions, deliberate or not, are still ill intentions."
At times, she may have preached for tolerance from him before. She may have asked for him to hold his blade even, though requests did little to guarantee results.
In this instance however, Angelus could only read foolishness. And she could only sense her partners unease, agitation and conflicting emotions. She didn't care for it, though she would never voice such.
"Do not be a fool, Caim."
Then he asked a question as he edged closer to her. And brows just as red as her hair rose above golden eyes.
"What do you mean how human."
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At least minutely.
So when she offered him her words of wisdom, he listened very carefully and gave it more thought than he really wanted to. Instead of answering her question, which once again, he wisely decided not to even wander into the boundaries between dragons and humans, he offered her an odd proposition.
When I am freed of this place, he motioned with a hand around his holding cell. We can go to her and we shall arrive at the appropriate conclusion. You met her under pretenses that judge neither you nor her well. I am not so foolish as to not consider your perspective, but time may be required to obtain understanding.
Whether it was Ai understanding Angelus, or the other way around. The prince didn't know himself, but could reasonably detect that he was in no hurry to find the answer.
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She wasn't sure what to make of that honestly. He had been bloodthirsty even to the end and she had been foolish enough to buy into that thirst in those final moments with Seere. He had always been ready to condemn it seemed and never so ready to forgive.
And here he was asking patience. For the very child who had wept so hard at her when she had tried to speak truth and understanding to her. Angelus was typically not so harsh on the young, understanding their foolishness merely a symptom of their age and experience. Yet she hated cowardice and she hated betrayal. She may not have liked Caim much but she would never betray him. It was low, it was dirty and underhanded. Nothing drew her ire and contempt more.
Locked away for more killing, staining his hands further with blood, he had left the very man who mocked him unharmed. He had left the very child who had dragged him into this situation unharmed.
Her expression of curiosity ebbed now. With a slow sort of acceptance, it melded into one of almost peaceful contemplation. She looked on him now with an expression that betrayed long years of life and a sense of quiet admiration she had never given the man before.
Her voice lowered from one of teacher to one of comrade. They were somehow on an even level for this brief moment.
"I did say once that hatred could not be the only thing to fuel one's heart. It would seem you understand now even if you do not in other ways.
You have changed in such a short time. Perhaps this is the good aspect of you humans."
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If one only knew the way to strike it.
For the lesson Caim had not yet learned was that to truly destroy another was to annihilate the spirit, not necessarily the body. But Majima must have known, for he'd utilised that very well and Caim had suffered greatly for it. If Angelus hadn't been there, the prince wasn't entirely certain he could have handled it the same way. Having his pact partner present - even through the humiliating ordeal - was better than not having her at all.
He stared at her for many long moments, drawing a blank as to what he should say. It was praise that she was giving him. And he could not readily recall the last time he received any of the genuine kind. Some of what Arioch had said in their time together or even Leonard could have been interpreted as such, but... How natural was it to perceive that kind of behaviour from either of those two? Angelus was far the better one and her words always held higher priority than anyone else's. Except when he had his own version of a tantrum, of course.
He had changed, though. Ai had definitely touched a part of him that few others had. He couldn't explain that either. He didn't even know how to begin.
...Ah... There was clear hesitance and he turned his face away, as though perhaps he would flush with... shame? He didn't know what that particular feeling was either. Embarrassment, perhaps. However it may seem, it... My position is better with you here.
In other words, perhaps the gods did not loathe him as much as he'd thought for them to bring her to him.
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Angelus had meant to make a remark on it, the words 'Even you are so very human' ready on her lips when his own words slipped into her mind.
Dragons were solitary creatures. They knew of one another, respected one another and then left one another alone. They came together to mate rarely, tended little to the resulting offspring and in general lived lives separate.
They needed no company but their own. They relied on no one but themselves. To be a dragon was to have too much pride to bow to others in that manner.
"Is it."
Her shoulders relaxed as she regarded him, humor fading to something almost melancholy in her look. Then she gave a rumble, a snort. A brief flush of anger swelling through her and then dropping away in the next second.
"You have utterly ruined me." There was no accusation to that, simply the voice of one stating a fact.
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They were two entirely different worlds. The dragons were above the humans, or at least thought themselves to be. Caim had never cared for dragons to begin with. Perhaps he would have felt differently having not traveled the road his past had led him. He had, in all fairness, punished Angelus as he would have any other dragon. Initially, at any rate. But time changed people and not even the stoic prince could escape its grasp.
He looked back over to her, well aware of her sensations, but mildly perplexed by them. She knew how to only add onto his awkwardness. She knew how to capitalise on it in ways that no other could. Angelus could have been the unforgiving tyrant, but she'd often been lenient and guiding for him - if not the slightest bit snide and reprimanding. But she was, in essence, a form of his conscience, the kind that he had hidden far beneath his exterior.
Yes, he found himself agreeing. I suppose I have.
With his foolishness. With his ridiculous human antics. With his juvenile behaviour. And he knew not if he should be flattered, concerned for his future prospects, or how to gracefully accept what she was bestowing upon him. And it was something he could not define: friendship, kinship, familial ties, or... something beyond a metaphorical forest that he was lost within.
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In one sense, she did feel remorse. Just as much as any immortal creature untouched by the dirt that was deeper feeling for another creature could feel. Things made more sense when one wasn't tainted. The rules of the world were easy to see and the games were easy to play. One had little vested interest in the affairs of man or honestly the affairs of even their own kind. Once one begun to care was when things complicated themselves.
She sighed out there, running a hand back through the length of her red hair. She wasn't used to this human nuisance yet and it was yet another thing to clutter up her life. Her heart was already heavy enough with the weight of emotions she never wanted before.
"I do not know how long you will be here for. I assume you do not either." Angelus paused here, finally turning her own gaze back to him. "I will wait nearby until you are freed one day. Foolish as you may be, I do not run from my allies."
That said, she was apparently done. She turned smoothly on her heels, back towards his cell now as she made to leave. Angelus had no desire to stay in the prison a moment more, already hating the claustrophobic feeling she gained from it and from the press of her own emotions as well. She paused only briefly near the door as if waiting for whatever else he might have to say to her.
And in his mind would rise her voice. You must endure this, Caim. I would wish to tell you something when you are freed. I will not tell you a moment before then for it does not deserve the stain of being spoken within captive walls.
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Caim watched the redhead turn to go and even when her voice echoed between his ears with that charming tone of sarcasm and cynicism attached to it, she had his full and undivided attention. It was something he didn't often give to much of anyone, as most weren't even worthy of a mite of it. But she wasn't just anyone. She was Angelus and she was... not only worthy, but to some degree, the prince often thought there was some kind of underlying respect and obligation behind it.
Then you can hold onto your words for now, Dragon, he agreed with a firm nod. If you should be looking for me, then you shall certainly find me.
There. In a cell. Where Caim was almost certain they would condemn him for the rest of his eternity...