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the mutual captivity dependency meme

No matter how hard you fought, how subtly or overtly you rebelled, or how many times you tried to escape, you ended up at this point all the same: you're a prisoner. Perhaps you're just a regular, run of the mill captive, perhaps a hostage, a science experience, a weapon to be used, yet, no matter what, you're not free.

But you're also not alone.

There's someone else confined along with you, who you met through your mutual imprisonment. The only thing you two may have in common is that you're both trapped here - and that's enough. The two of you grow close (it seems you're closer to them than you've ever been to anyone, but that could just be the situation); soon, something begins to start between you, tiny and delicate. You can't speak to what that something is, not in a place like this, but you know you want it to last. They are another reason to keep going.

Captivity, of course, has a way of stripping everything from you, including reasons to live. Surely, it is only a matter of time before this small - and still somehow world encompassing - comfort is taken from you...

...no. Not this time. They've taken all you have, right down to your freedom, and it stops now. You won't let the person who's become most precious to you in this hell be stolen away.

No matter what.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and preferences. Are you open to AUs and assumed CR? What are your limits? Given the subject of the meme, there's likely to be triggering material here. Do you prefer very dark fare or a light at the end of the tunnel scenario?
There's one prompt that could be smut, but feel free to play it in others if you're open to it. However, I'm going to be posting this as a smut meme on TLH later this week.
Reply to others. RNG.

PROMPTS

Prisoner of War: Who's side were you on? Or were you just an innocent civilian caught in the mire?

Hostage: Take heart. You're worth more alive than dead.

Scientific Experiment: What an interesting specimen you are. You will have to be tested.

False Charges: One or both of you are here because of lies told against you; eventually, though, you may begin to believe that your worth is truly that low.

Do the Dirty Work: Your powers are useful, maybe even enough to use you as an unwilling assassin.

For Different Reasons: You're imprisoned for different reasons, and you still draw close. After all, does it matter when you're both stuck?

Most Unforgivable Sin: One of you is a prisoner in the most basic of senses: hostage, slave, what have you. The other? Well, it's much more complicated. The other is a person forced against their will to be a lover, spouse, or sex slave of those in charge. What if that other does find someone they actually love? It could cost you both your heads.

Equalized: Maybe you were in different social strata before, but now, you're both common dirt.

Should Be in Charge: One of you has a higher ranking in the system. Will you use your power to manipulate them or to skew things in their favor.

Beneficial: You both have something the other wants. It's a mutually beneficial set-up, and that's all it needs to be. At least, that's how it starts.

Love at First Sight: You never thought you'd see someone like them here, and maybe it's because you've been cut off for some long, but you're feeling so smitten, even if that's usually not you.

Needy: You're not cut out for this. Almost immediately, you reach out for anyone who can offer to take you under their wing.

Won't Fall: To you, it's all to keep yourself sane. You won't actually fall in love, not in a million years.

Traumatized: It's hard to care for someone so broken, someone who's seen such terrible things, but you do it anyway.

Brainwashed: Before you met them, you never doubted your masters. But now...

Flower of Hell: Such a beautiful ray of light should not belong here in this darkness. Cruelty will snuff if out. You don't want that to happen.

Kindness: They showed you an unprecedented act of charity and selflessness. You feel drawn to them.

Tend to Wounds: It's easy to get hurt while captive. At least you don't have to wait for your wardens to fix you up. You have someone kind or dedicated enough to tend to you and you alone.

Anything to Protect You: They can't protect themselves, so you'll do it for them in any way you can.

Using Them: Really, you don't care for them. You just want their protection and their help. At least, that's what you keep thinking.

Burned Before: You had another prisoner before that you loved, and they were sent away or killed. You want let down your guard again.

Human Contact: You've been deprived for so long, you crave any attention.

Can't Touch: You're in cells, kept apart. You can never touch.

Barely See You: There kept away from you and everyone else for most of the day, but you still have feelings for them.

Separate: They're to be taken away, perhaps even to another outpost. What will you do?

Frustration: How long has it been since you've been with someone? You may take any opportunity to get some privacy.

Have Hope: You don't want your partner to lose faith, so despite your own beliefs, you'll stay positive.

Promises: You keep telling them things, swearing that you'll follow through and you'll both be okay. Inside, a part of you may fear it's all hollow words.

Escape: You're going to leave, but not without them.

Punishment: For your crimes, both of you will be punished. How much will your affections mean then?

Forced to Torture: Not only does your closest person have to be tortured, but you're the one who has to do it.

All a Sham: The truth is out. They were only playing you. In fact, they may

Turncoats: Your captors have pitted you against each other.

Fight: You may argue or even come to blows, yet soon enough, you'll be wanting to forgive and forget because there's no one else to look out for you.

Jealousy: They're all you have here, so you're not inclined to share.

Taken by Another: Someone else captured here with you all saw what you had and decided they would steal away your significant other.

Know How to Break You: Your tormenters know they can't hurt you with torture, but if they hurt the one you care for? That's another story.

Death: There's no need for prisoners who won't keep on the straight and narrow. You've pushed the envelope too many times, and now, execution is the easiest option for your captors.

Finally Free: The two of you have finally made it out alive. Suddenly, in the light of day, things seem different. Was all of this, all of these feelings...were they true or out of some desperate need?

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[ooc: how would we like to play this? A sort of “oh, fancy seeing you here again” or some other situation! ^^]

[Hm, some sort of 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' scenario? Someone who both Sync/the Order and Lavender Jack are working against scoops up both these two and makes the mistake of not keeping them separate?]

[Apologies, work tasks got dumped on me so might be scarce the next few hours, but this sounds Perfect :)

Sync might be a bit snippier than usual, as he hates failing, but I think this will make for a fun breakout!

Would you like to tackle the starter or have me do that? I’m fine either way ^^]

[I'm off work in a couple hours myself. Whoever gets to the starter first can put it up. :)]

[Sync was, decidedly, in a very bad mood. When he woke to a pounding headache - the result of the blow that had knocked him out and landed him… wherever this was - he knew he had screwed up.

On top of that, his mask had been taken, leaving his face bare to the world (and leaving him feeling more vulnerable than he would have liked. He had replacements back at headquarters, but this certainly didn’t help anything).

Either the Tempest had truly messed up in what was supposed to be a simple retrieval (the taste of failure sour in his mouth… or maybe that was blood), or…

“Someone must have caught wind of your favorite color.”

The sarcastic remark was directed at the woman across from him, and a familiar one at that. His already blunt propensity was veering into lashing hurt at their poor circumstances.

Ducky glances up at Sync, her expression mild. Opaque.

"When I was first brought in, I thought it might be you and yours who took me. However, seeing you on this side of the bars is hardly a relief."

She's holding onto an injured arm, sporting a black eye and curled up into a little ball protectively.

Sync takes longer than normal to assess her condition, noting her protective body language and injuries. Letting out a breath - more like a displeased huff - his eyes scan the bars nearby.

“If we had brought you in, better to bring your employer too. We’d have more tact about it.” OK, some of them would, but if Sync had any say in the fact, she would have been slightly less banged up. “Fonic bars. Looks like I can’t use any artes in here.”

Not that, with how he felt stifled in the cold air, he thought he could otherwise. What was this place built of? In fact, who had been devious to nab both of them?

A question that didn’t have an immediate answer, to his own frustration.

"Someone aware of your particular talents. Perhaps with talents of their own."

Her expression turns thoughtful. "We had been looking into some human trafficking, coming in from Armoria. It's possible this...detention...is related to that."

At this point, she isn't going to try to claim not to be involved with Lavender Jack. It doesn't serve either of them for her to do so.

“Highly likely.” He grumbled, gaze centered on the bars again. There would be no reason for something that expensive and specific to be installed otherwise, unless whoever had nabbed them dealt with Fonic artes users on a semi-regular basis.

That… actually might be more accurate. “These traffickers… did you figure out how far their operations extended?”

He wasn’t going to comment on the willing tidbit she had given him, filing it away for now. After all, nothing had been decided on the Lavender Jack case from the higher ups (not that he had been told), and getting out of here took precedence.

Forced proximity taken to a new extreme

Hi, hi!

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Got it ^^ Let me know if you would like anything changed

I'm going to force you to use prose, suffer.

Suffer I shall XD (kidding, I switch between either)

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