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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 19:48:42 GMT -5
Ryker frowned, kicking against the walls of his cell, letting out a snarl of fury. The bastards had captured him! Him! The best damn fighter in the Division!
He growled as the handsome (pah!) Gurutian guard tossed taunts at him as his locked the heavy door to his cell. He could hear the shuffling wails of the other prisoners as the guard's footsteps faded into the distance.
"Fuck!" he growled, pacing his cell like a tiger. The Gruesomes had taken all of his weapons, leaving him dressed in their hideous white clothing. One of the fuckers even had the nerve to tell him to "be good."
Ryker paced his cell, furious. Why hadn't he been killed yet? Any Division member that was caught was killed on the spot. Ryker had witnessed it himself.
"They must be planning something...I've got to tell Gemeni." he whispered to himself, before looking around the blacken cell for something--anything that might aid his escape. He'd be damned if he went out without a fight.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 20:08:46 GMT -5
Apollo sighed heavily, head practically lolling from side to side to loosen the tense muscles there. His goddamned uncle had something planned. Thing was, he had no clue what. Apollo had a feeling though. It was a feeling that rolled around in the center of his gut with every step down the stairs he took. The male stared at Chancellor Picket's balding head in front of him, yet he could derive nothing from the pink flesh. What he wouldn't give for an Oracle right now.
Damn. As he followed Picket further down into the bowels of the Keep, his feeling got steadily worse. "This better not be another one of his 'plans'" Apollo finally snapped out to the aging male. "Because if it is, you tell him I'll kill him for real this time." His words echoed off the stone walls, bouncing down the hall to where he knew the dungeons were.
Picket just rolled his eyes, giving no response as he pushed opened the door that let to the Divsion scum's cell. That was a bad sign in Apollo's book and his frown hardened when he laid eyes on the prisoner behind metal bars as he strode into the holding room.
"If this is supposed to be a fight to the death or torture or some such rot, I refuse." Apollo said loudly, glaring at everyone in the room as he crossed his arms over his chest.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 20:15:47 GMT -5
Ryker looked up as he heard the voices, and he frowned when his eyes connected with that of The Reaper. Oh yes, he knew who it was before him, and he didn't like it one bit.
He schooled his features into stone, keeping his shackled hands down to get the impression of being unthreatening. He had already picked the lock with a sliver of metal he had found, and he was just waiting for the opportune time to strike.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 20:22:24 GMT -5
Apollo's eyes raked over Ryker's form. Not in a lustful manner, but in a way that one would take in an opponent. He knew what the Divsion moron was hiding, but he thought it would be more fun if he didn't tell the guards that the male's shackles had been picked.
"Lord Apollo." Picket cleared his throat and Apollo reluctantly dragged his gaze back to the Chancellor. "This man was capture and is a known leader in the Divsion. He was handed over to us to be give to you on your uncle's orders." There was a pregnant pause before Picket continued before Apollo could find his voice. "He belongs to you now to do with as you please."
Apollo sputtered, his outrage turning his face purple. What the hell was this? "Now see here Picket. I don't need some...some battle scarred pleasure slave. Too much work, see? You can tell my uncle to go fuck himself. So thanks, but no thanks."
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 20:28:43 GMT -5
Ryker's brow darkened. The hell?!?!?!?! His hands clenched, and he stood, waiting on any of the stupid Gruesomes to come his way.
His brain ran over the new information. Just who the hell told these idiots that he would willingly become anyone's--especially a Gruesome's--pleasure slave?! Ryker would rather eat his own testicles. He clenched the slim disk, his body itching to decapitate one of the two men before him.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 20:37:56 GMT -5
Picket motioned to two of the guards at the outer door to come in. "You will take him and you will tame him. It is for the good of the Empire. Would you court your uncle's wrath my lord?" The Chancellor's tone made Apollo want to punch the male's teeth him.
"I said no dammit. I have no use for one such as him." Apollo spat, issuing rudely to the Division captive.
Picket gave an elegant shrug, ignoring the male's words. "Take the captive to his lord's room." The old man waved his hand for the guards to approach the prisoner. From the look on Apollo's face, there was nothing he could do. It was his uncle's orders after all.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 20:43:29 GMT -5
As the guards approached him, Ryker moved like lightening, stepping to the side and striking faster than the eye could see. In a short moment the guards were on the ground--dead. Ryker's shackles hung bloody from one wrist and he glared at the two Gurutians.
"You kill me now, or I'll kill each one of you that comes near. I won't stop until every one of you is dead." Ryker said stiffly, staring the two down.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 20:50:09 GMT -5
"Ooh, scary." Apollo scoffed, ignoring the glare. His hands were in his pocket and he held the air of someone who could care less. Even when Picket jumped behind him for safety, the bored look never left Apollo. He even seemed unimpressed by the captives display, though he was secretly amazed at the male's speed.
"I don't know how you think you're going to get out of here, even if you kill us." Here Picket whimpered and Apollo rolled his eyes. "Come now man." He said to the prisoner. "Slit your own throat then if you have the stomach for it. I'm certainly not doing it for you."
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 20:56:32 GMT -5
"The only way I'll leave this planet is by taking one of you bastards with me." he said, staring into The Reaper's bored blue eyes with hate. How he hated Guruta and it's arrogant, self-centered "people." Curs was what they were, all of them--even down to the last pleasure slave.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 21:04:29 GMT -5
Apollo rolled his blue eyes skyward. "Fine." He sighed, the noise almost a whine. "If I fight you and subdue you, will you stop with this whole killing thing. Please?" Apollo wasn't known for his hate of the opposition. Or anyone for the matter, which was the reason Jeta was having so many problems with him. You couldn't rule the Empire without a little thirst for blood.
"What do you say?" The handsome Reaper asked, even as he left Picket's side to take up a fighting stance.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 21:09:12 GMT -5
Ryker's smoldering gaze took in the Reaper's every minute movement as he sunk into a fighting stance. "I'll think about it." he said simply as he waited for the Reaper to make the first move. "But first..." he said, and he flung the piece of metal with the speed of a bullet at the shivering Chancellor, the sliver lodging itself in his chest. The male gurgled in surprise, letting out a pained cry. Ryker hated cowards.
Now Ryker sunk down, ready to fight a smirk on his own handsome face.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 21:16:23 GMT -5
Apollo jerked and nearly tore his gaze from the prisoner when that metal disk flew past his head and into the unfortunate Chancellor. Fucking hell. Who was this guy? Apollo popped his jaw, blue eyes flashing in true anger now. He hated this fighting and all the death it brought. Would he have to kill again too?
"So be it." Came Apollo's low voice as he glared at the prisoner's taunting face. With a speed that was all his own, he flew at the Radant. His blows weren't meant to kill, simply to debilitate. Apollo when for the nerve points in the male's legs, knowing if he hit them correctly, they would lose all feeling.
The only question was, could he do it?
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 21:20:32 GMT -5
Ryker was slightly surprised to find a man who could keep up with him. He moved like lightening, avoiding the blow with a parray from his shackle.
The force of the blows were earth shattering.
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Post by clementine on Nov 9, 2009 21:26:17 GMT -5
Apollo gritted his teeth at each hit, trying to ignore the way his own shirt was sticking to his sweating skin. The speed of his opponent was staggering. Apollo had thought himself fast, but this?
The Reaper tried to drive the prisoner into a corner, methodically striking out at the prisoner's arms, torso, and legs, only to start over again in a seemingly tireless circuit.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 9, 2009 21:41:39 GMT -5
Ryker flipped backwards, advoiding a blow, swinging out with a nimble leg. He landed a few blows of his own, before going back to blocking the other blows. He was silently impressed that the male actually posed a challenge.
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