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icyu) wrote in bakerstreet2014-06-30 10:07 am
The Captivity Meme
You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.
Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.
1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.
2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!
Scenarios
1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.
2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.
3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.
4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.
5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.
6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.
7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're our property, and you decide their fate.
8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.
9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.
Taken from here.
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Ramjet laughs, shaking his helm slowly as his smile widens... and then the mask closes up.]
Why not. The surprise might be... gratifying to see.
[If Nemesis had been someone else, Ramjet might have asked for... more. For other things. But, whatever that has been - is still - between them, he cares too much to ask for that.
He doesn't know what it'd do, and he rather prefers Prime as he is.]
If nothing else, Prime, you will be among the last ones standing... [The last is a mutter, and briefly, Ramjet leans forward, almost touching their crests together before he steps back and puts Nemesis on the ground.]
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and why not press.]
I intend to be. Need I ask the identity of whoever commandeered you for this?
[he doesn't /demand/ it, nor does he create an offer then and there- a simple probe as he regains his footing, pausing to run a brief systems scan to ensure he'll be ready to finish his mission once the cycle is up.]
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Do you? [Stepping back, Ramjet circles Nemesis - it's predatory because Ramjet, in his current state and considering what he is and his position, can't really be anything else, even when overreacting, but there's no intent.
He's mostly doing it because Nemesis' current chassis is somewhat amusing, and he can't help but visually confirm it every time he gets a chance to.]
You're familiar with the beast that would seek to keep you from interfering, I believe.
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wait
you've got to be shitting him. Ramjet is dealing directly- or indirectly- with that?
whatever good humor he had is gone, his doorwings tightening behind him in a mixture of alarm/disgust. but only for a moment; only until he remembers who he's talking to.
of /course/ Ramjet could, nevermind would. Nemesis shakes his head, not having bothered to turn to keep his optics on the other.
the...understanding between them is not quite trust, but it's there. the same reason Ramjet would refrain from pushing is the same that has Nemesis tolerate the jet at his back.]
I should not be surprised.
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You should not, Prime.
At least you're still not foolish.
[If he was only a herald of Unicron, of course he wouldn't have done it unless bid to by Unicron. But he is not, and the abyssal itch, the screaming need takes him sometimes.
And he can still claim it would be for his master.]
At least the damage will not be as terrible as intended. There will still be threads to save... you still have... time.
[He comes back around and his grin this time splits his mask apart. It's funny, okay.]
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but.
lineface.]
I have rarely been foolish.
As have I rarely given up on even one thread.
[even when he was full-out Unicronian; if there was a way to get the job done in face of difficulty? yeah, goes without saying he'd go for it. any opening to target, after all...]
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Your tenacity has always been impressive. And useful. [Briefly, that too-wide, bubbling smirk disappears into a more normal smile, only reflected in Ramjet's optics, then that expression is gone too.]
But then, what else to expect from you?
[He throws his arms wide, little flickers of tentacles dispersing and the metal melting and then reforming.]
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No less than one would expect from any Prime.
[especially seeing as he's linked with so many. he can feel them, in the back of the consciousness, the gestalt mind aware of the brief stressants and wondering if aid is necessary; it isn't.
better a cycle of delay than a day, and better that delay than further damage to the auto-avatars.
with all that said, though, he's further moving off the side of the road - walking, mind, and clearly expecting Ramjet to follow. empty through it may be, there is at least a sense of discretion, and unless Ramjet had another preferred locale this area will do as well as any to sit and talk]
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I am not talking about the others, Prime. Neither the current ones all bobbing around in there, brightening the whole like a bonfire made up of many little torches.
[His optics flare, almost wetly, and boils grow, burst and melts away, leaving the metal pristine.]
I'm not even talking about your past.
I'm talking about you, Prime, your shadow long enough to always drag after you, the light... seeking an end even when there was none.
[Doing Unicron's bidding flawlessly, but, unknowing, unintentionally or not, seeking to end his own life. The light of a Prime, even tortured beyond recognition, probably not abiding by the darkness it was mired in.
Ramjet... can simply not keep away.]
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all are one, but one is not all.
he does...pause, however, at the comment. it hits home, and it hits /hard/. mainly because it is /not/ something he likes to put a lot of conscious thought to.
congratulations, Ramjet. his silence here isn't so much stoic as being /speechless/.]
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Instead he simply hums, a tune that seems to have several pitches at once... all of them off-pitch and not harmonising with each other. The noise seems to pull Ramjet's... destabilising into coordinating with the humming, though.
When he finally speaks, sudden and loud, it seems to have nothing to do with what he said before.]
In the end, all of us serve the balance!
[His optics are dim and the tenseness around them is... haunted, however. The balance always calls, but what he is now rebels against it.]
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In the end we are the broken toys of the gods.
[and he rather doubts Ramjet can refute that.
excuse him while he seats himself ever-so-grumpily. how much time has passed since the agreement, again?]
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The light in his optics as his metal flexes, melts and reforms, is not quite as it should be.]
There are things far worse than gods, Prime, but I suppose, on a pure technicality, that you are correct.
[Focus apparently returns as Ramjet whirls around, concentrating back on Nemesis. And who knows what time has passed. Keep an optic on it yourself!]
But perhaps it is enough that the toy left the gods' house, without being discarded.
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[such as, well. the ones Ramjet has had the poor luck of meeting face to face. he rests his elbow on his leg, his chin on his hand, and watches Ramjet with scorn masking-
concern? no. even now that emotion doesn't come easily, why would he waste it on Ramjet of all mechs?]
I have no illusions. I have merely stepped in to another role, but I still play a part. The fact that there are many others who do the same means nothing.
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it just means he has a supporting cast]no subject
[The nearly expansively sonorous tone Ramjet had taken suddenly cut off and he shook - not just his helm, but rather from feet to the tip of his fin and to the edges of his wingtips. Several parts of Ramjet's limbs lost their detail to melting nothingness, and tentacles shaped from energy and metal both flared out and then settled back into proper shape again.]
Nevermind that, now. [Another shake, this one properly just his helm, and Ramjet tilted his helm to glance down at Nemesis.]
Nothing? Nothing? Honestly, Prime. We may all be forgiven if we aren't gifted with the master's nothingness before that, but do you truly think all would be given what you have?
What you have been capable of accepting?
[Ramjet's optics burned as he stared down at Convoy, and he better not dare say something silly like that anyone could've done what he'd done, with help or not.]
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and listens.
this is edging on uneasy territory for him - his doorwings twitch downwards in a subtle betrayal of his discomfort.]
What I have been given? A chance to see another path, the option to take it if I so wish- nothing more or less. My fate remains as it ever was.
[one way or another, it will end with Unicron.]
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[It's an easy agreement, Ramjet twitching his wings. He caught that little shift of Nemesis' doorwings, too.]
You're treading on the path, I might remind you, Prime. Some of us, even given the choice, wouldn't do that.
[Leaning down, Ramjet slid a finger along the edge of the nearest doorwing.]
Our creator isn't blind to that.
[It's not... venomous. It could have been. It's a hiss, yes, but there's no intent behind it.]
i just want to use this icon hurr
-well, is to do it in turn.]
Our creator, Ramjet?
[and he delivers the Herald a set of slitted optics.]
You speak of a Creator who, either, allowed one of his own creations to be taken by his opposite, twisted in to shape and form no longer recognizable to destroy countless worlds, numberless lives, and it did so willingly and of its own volition-
Or you speak of a Creator who had no hand to it at all, and is hardly one to be mentioned, then, here.
[bastard son, anyone?]
Tire me not with your reasoning. I assure you, I have considered this matter from all possible angles.
/pats the poor thing 8D
Dead mechs aren't supposed to walk around, extinguished sparks not supposed to still be alight, Prime. [The brief wince backwards and nearly comically wide widening of Ramjet's optics at Nemesis' rebuttal narrows again, though the glow is... wrong.]
The balance does not take heed of discrepancies until they make waves... which is why an old wreck like Vecor has to run around so much. Primus has never been cast as omniscient in any of his glittering little bubbles of life, no? [Ramjet hums, a soft, discordant tune that strangely, unpleasantly, still seems to have some sort of reason... a harmony that shouldn't be there.]
But if you've already considered it, Prime, perhaps you'd like to move on?
poor baby having a sadist for a mun
[it's clear that Nemesis still has his way of thinking, and if nothing else- he wouldn't be who he is if he wasn't stubborn least of all. every part of him is bristling, as though ready to lunge at Ramjet for pushing the subject regardless of his curse...
...and then Ramjet stops pushing, and while Nemesis' first thought is trick, he only keeps his angry posture for a few moments more before allowing himself to relax.
slightly.]
And what would you choose as the next subject, Ramjet?
tee hee /pats Nemvoy
Like rescuing this pathetic, opalescent rainbow that reality is, perhaps?
Time's up.
[Not really, but Ramjet does have a... thing, something, for Nemesis Prime, and while the Beast destroys reality as well as Unicron does, neither of them, ultimately, can soothe the screaming contained inside.
That must come from elsewhere, unless Unicron decides he's too much trouble and destroys him first. Probably won't happen. Ramjet is a force to be reckoned with, now.]
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which is probably how he missed the time limit approaching.
he remains still for another few moments, just to...make something clear. it's posturing, but it's more than that, really. the giving of a few more long seconds to Ramjet, as if to affirm something unspoken...
...and then he's sinking back in to his altmode, tires screeching before they've hit the ground.
time's up, and time to go.]
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There might have been an aborted move to rest just a few fingertips against Nemesis' back, but that remained unrealised, and he does nothing when the mech transforms and speeds away.]
The balance is unquenchable. Quite troublesome really, right?
[He laughs, throwing an arm out as he gets a mumbled confirmation from one of the minicons he has left and then reality opens up around him and lets him through.]