The Captivity Meme

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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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[what_he_needs]

[ Good luck. Haha. Excited to see who you throw at Michael. ]

A little 1 and 2, maybe a bit of 3

[onlyhomemade]

[It wasn't easy and to say that Gabriel enjoyed locking his brother down would have been a complete lie. But, it was for his own good and moreover for the good of this planet. Michael had succeeded for so long in protecting the chosen one and now that he'd been revealed to him, he could no longer allow his brother to foster the savior of humanity. The boy had to do this on his own, as was the prophecy, one he hoped he could thwart now that he had Michael. The fledgling savior would be made to fly too soon, he was counting on mistakes, fear, brash, emotional decisions, it was only human after all.

He's given his brother comfort at least, a high perch with a well furnished room and a view, all of which he can't escape from. He lets himself in as higher angels stand guard outside.]

I hope you understand I'm not doing this out of spite. I really do wish for you to stay out of this war. Imagine what I would have to do to you if you fought.

[It's clear by his expression it wounds him to even think it himself.]

Michael, please come to your senses, I beg you.

[what_he_needs]

[Michael stood by the barred window, looking down upon the ruined remains of a once great city. Gabriel had taken this place for his own, and after capturing him, had placed him in a room much like the one he'd had in Vega.

If it weren't for the circumstances of his being here, he would consider the quarters to be most comfortable. But that, and any of this, was unimportant and paled in comparison to the bigger picture.

Gabriel was trying to keep him out of the fight, partly because he didn't want to hurt his brother and partly because he didn't want him to help Alex. He heard the door open behind him, and knew without looking which angel was coming inside.]

I wish I could agree with you. It would mean all of this would be over that much sooner.

[An honest sentiment, but one his actions would never back up. Humanity was a beautiful creation, one that he would protect until he was no more. He turned to look at his brother.]

But, what you are doing, is trying to kill off our father's other children. Our siblings, if you will.

[onlyhomemade]

Our siblings? [He nearly spat the word out as if it left a bitter and terrible taste on his tongue to even utter it.]

I would never view those mongrels as blood. Our father may have made them but it was a mistake, he knew it, just as I know it. He left because of them.

[Gabriel approaches his brother with something casual, knowing he's unarmed. Yet underneath that familiarity he is prepared, just in case the other attempts to attack him. He moves to stand next to him by the window, looking down briefly with a shake of his head.]

And you'll see, as soon as they're wiped clean from this earth he will return.

[Then turning to his brother.]

Michael, don't you want a chance to see our father once more?

[what_he_needs]

[A bemused and tortured expression flashed across Michael's face. He knew it would anger Gabriel to give the humans such a high rank, yet it pained Michael to know that his brother thought so little of them.]

He left because he was disappointed in them. Saddened by the fact that they were destroying the gifts he had made specifically for them.

[He hoped his father would return, but not in the way that Gabriel described. For if he did, Michael knew he would be through. He could fight his brothers, but he could not, would not, fight his father.]

But not all humans are the same. He was wrong to judge them all for the mistakes only some had made. And he knows that he was wrong. I wouldn't be here if he didn't want to believe that some of them were special.

[He had taken a risk, and presumed to know what his father needed, and he was here defending the humans because of that risk. His father had brought him back from annihilation, and he felt to his core that it was for one purpose. To save the humans.]

I will see our father again, Gabriel, and so shall you.

[onlyhomemade]

[He remains silent as Michael speaks, something pained touching his expression as he stares out the window over the wrecked city. He's frowning deeply, wounded at how these creatures could squander their gifts as they've done. They were like wild dogs, picking at each other and fighting over who gets to destroy whom. It's disgusting. These creatures gained THEIR birthright, THEY should have received those gifts, THEY were most loyal to their father. Instead they were made to watch everything crumble. It was simply too much for their father to bear.

And he left. And it's all their fault.

Michael wasn't wrong. Gabriel would never have his brothers vision of these creatures. He was never able to see past all of his hatred for them. All he could see were how negative aspects stacked up and the fact he felt they did more harm than good.]

I know. [He mutters in response to seeing their father again, and he did believe both He and Michael would see him again one day. He looks to his brother with a small smile, though it doesn't last. He turns from the window to stalk across the room, picking a goblet up off the table nearby for a drink.]

Even if what you say is true? I find it hard to believe that the some could ever outweigh the many. Their crimes are too great and too extensive for me to turn a blind eye and assume they'd do anything more than continue to waste their gifts and destroy everything they touch. They are a disease Michael.

I am here to cleanse the earth of it. If you are here to protect your chosen few, then I am here to rebuild and create the world anew. I will have it ready for when Father comes home. You'll see.

[what_he_needs]

[Michael noticed the quick smile flash across Gabriel's face, but said nothing of it. He knew they both missed their father, even if they didn't agree on anything else.

He made to follow his brother to the table, but paused as he spoke.]

You have never given them the opportunity to prove their worth, Gabriel. It would only take one human to show you that the sins of all the others, mean nothing in comparison.

[It had only taken one human to show him. A young man who loved a woman who was carrying the child of another. That one human had shown him what all humans were capable of.]

And I will do everything in my power to stop you. Humans are not a disease to cured, brother. They are adolescents that need to be shown a better way of living.

[Michael crossed the room, picking up a goblet as well. He knew they were at an impasse, as neither was going to agree with the other. He felt pity for Gabriel, that his jealousy of the humans ruled over his ability to truly see them.]

[onlyhomemade]

[He scoffs. If only Michael knew that he did have one human on his side, though William was far from the grand example that his brother is speaking of. That one human is willing to sacrifice the rest of brothers and sisters out of faith and misguided loyalty. One that Gabriel is all too happy to take advantage of to win his war.]

They've had their chance. It's not like I haven't been watching them since they first began to walk this earth.

[He gives another swig as Michael stubbornly makes his vow yet again. He sighs, disappointment furrowing his brow even if he was anticipating that very answer. He sets the goblet down and gives his brother a pained expression, one that says he'll take no enjoyment out of what he'll have to do.]

I know you will stand in my way. [Stated solemnly. He'll turn from the other to head for the door.]

And that is why you will not leave this place. Perhaps if father returns I'll release you.

[what_he_needs]

[He sat the cup back down, taking a few steps towards his brother. Michael wasn't ready for Gabriel to leave. He knew he wasn't far from trying to fight his way out of here, but had hoped to convince the other to release him instead.

With that somber statement, Michael knew it would be a fight.]

I won't just sit here, biding my time until you decide to let me go.

[It could be an eternity, if ever, before their father returned. By then, with Michael locked up doing nothing to stop him, Gabriel could have killed off all the humans. He spaced his feet apart, his wings extending from his back. With a shake, and snap, they were arched around him, ready to do battle.]

If it's a fight you want, Gabriel, it's a fight you'll get.

[onlyhomemade]

[Gabriel stops at the sound of his brother issuing a challenge and he can feel his heart sink. There's a soft sigh as his shoulders sag, closing his eyes to draw a breath through his nose and fill his chest. He releases it with a heavy heart and turns to glance back over his shoulder at the sight, wings out and raised for battle. His older brother, though smaller in stature always looked so agile and perfect in his fight stance, he was almost a little envious of him.]

Not here.

[Gabriel is confident his brother will follow and he's certain Michael knows that if he attempts to run he will be caught, most likely from behind in a compromising position. As the Archangel strides out he leaves the door open and other angels in the hall step aside to let the two pass, whispering amongst themselves about what is about to go down, curiosity getting the better of some as they follow the two to the top of his spire.

He'll walk out into a wide open room with a ledge big enough to land a small plane. Gabriel walks about half way out and arches his back as his wings are unfurled with a snap. The pair shudder and fold behind him before he slowly turns to face Michael.]

I'll have you know this is far from what I want, brother. I captured you because I wanted to avoid this.

[what_he_needs]

[Michael kept his resolve, not letting Gabriel's manner of attitude affect his own. While he did not want to fight his brother, hurt him, he felt that it was all building to that. He did not know how the two could continue on in their perspective roles, without physically fighting each other. He wanted to remain angry, feel the pain of each human Gabriel killed as if it was a direct blow to his own heart, but his brother made that difficult.

He dropped his wings, slowly pulling them back in. Michael followed the other, scowling at the other angels as he passed them. He did not recognize them by their forms, a curse of having come to Earth, but it didn't matter who they were. They weren't on his side, the humans side, so he could not let who they were effect him.

He knew by where Gabriel had taken them, and his winged stance, that his brother was accepting his challenge. They were going to fight.]

I do not want this either. But are you going to stop your crusade? [He sighed.] We both know that you won't stop trying to cleanse the Earth of humans, anymore than I would cease trying to stop you.

[Michael waited, his stance suggesting he was ready, but his wings still retracted. He'd wait until he needed them to use them. And a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him it would be soon.]

[onlyhomemade]

Of course.

[Gabriel stood, waiting for something without so much as a twitch of anticipation. An angel joins them, wary of Michael and keeping it's head down as it hands the Archangel his twin blades. There is a glance to Gabriel as if the angel is entirely unsure of all of this, questioning if his master was certain this was a good idea. Gabriel only stared on in silence, narrowing his gaze only slightly at the lower angel for it's doubt. It scuttles over to hand him his sword before backing off and getting out of their way so it isn't killed the moment everything starts.]

I know you will stop at nothing and I know you won't keep quietly to your room. If it's a struggle we must have then here we are and I am ready for you Michael. Defeat me for your freedom. But I will tell you this, I will not kill you, not this time. But I will cut your wings off if I have to keep you from interfering any further.

[what_he_needs]

[Michael had been avoiding this confrontation with Gabriel for years, and had done a good job keeping them from this type of fight. But his brother just had to capture him, leaving him no choice but to do what was necessary to get away.

He took the blades, barely acknowledging the lower angel's presence.]

Is that what it will take, Gabriel? Your defeat is the price to be paid for my freedom?

[He suddenly felt bone deep weariness at this seemingly never ending struggle. Michael's eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of an easy escape. He wasn't afraid to fight him, but wasn't ashamed to save it for a later day, if possible.

He knew he could attempt flight, but what would that give him? A chase that would end in the same way?]

You would make me mortal? Take from me what makes us who we are?

[His brow furrowed, the weariness he felt clear in his eyes.]

7ish I guess? Taken prisoner...

[wentdowntodetroit]

Who are you?

[Michael is in a dark room, bound to a chair with an intricate Enochian sigil drawn in a wide circle under him. There was something different about this angel and intuition told him to use a trap and not holy oil. The Devil approached the edge of the sigil as he studied Michael waiting for a response. What little light that is cast on him will reveal that his vessel is looking a little worse for wear, but he seems casual enough.]

[what_he_needs]

I am Michael.

[He was unfamiliar with his captor, and the nature of the situation told him that he should be very careful with how he spoke to the stranger.]

And who are you?

[Michael could manage small talk, as he scoped out his surroundings. He found himself bound to a chair, sitting in the center of a detailed sigil. While he recognized the Enochian language, he had never before seen it's likeness.

He pulled at the straps around his ankles and wrists, but found no weaknesses. He frowned, looking up at the other man's slowly decaying face.]

[wentdowntodetroit]

[Oh how those brows raise at the name. HE'S Michael? No. It's almost funny that he's even trying that one, especially going so far as to ask who HE is. He can't believe this Angel. It gets a little laugh.

Adorable. Really.]

Right. You're Michael? [A nod, as if he may have accepted it but it's clear he's treating the other like a child and going along with his game.]

See, I find that incredibly hard to believe because I know my older brother and YOU sir [Complete with a finger point.] are not him.

[He folds his hands behind his back as he walks around the edge of the sigil to circle the angel slowly. He's avoiding the reveal on purpose.]

Though I can't for the life of me figure out why you would even try to lie to me. ME of all the Archangels. [A hint.]

[what_he_needs]

[He had never met another angel who refused to believe him when he said who he was. It was peculiar to say the least.]

Your older brother?

[He tilted his head to the side, looking harder at the stranger. Michael could usually recognize his brothers with ease, no matter the form they took, and yet this angel stood before him unknown.

At the mention of him claiming to be an archangel, Michael considered each of them. He was not Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, or any of the others that he could tell.]

I am not lying. I am Michael, and who are you?

[He was becoming angry. Angry at being held against his will, the accusations of being a liar, and angry that this rotting corpse assumed that he had the right to question him.]

[wentdowntodetroit]

[Lucifer makes a full circle around Michael and stops next to him, reaching out with his abilities to pull his chair to the edge of the circle but keeping him just within it. He grabs his chin roughly to turn his head, peering deeper into those dark eyes, searching, feeling his grace which is all sorts of wrong. He's... he's not even in a vessel is he? His body is--this whole form doesn't feel the same. How can that be? Even HE had to take a vessel.

He releases him with some frustration, giving the chair another push with his abilities to turn him to face him and set a foot or so back from the edge. His eyes go to the marks to be sure he hasn't marred the circle any before he takes to leaning back against a table.]

I'm wounded you don't recognize me, if you really are who you say you are.

[He tilts his head slightly, still mulling it over. Another Michael? A different type of angel? Something new... or... perhaps not from this world at all?]

Tell me, Brother, would you kindly bring me up to speed on what has happened to our world in the last few years?

[what_he_needs]

[His teeth clenched in response to the rough grip on his chin. He didn't blink, keeping firm eye contact until the other releases him. Michael notices the quick inspection of the sigil, but at the moment, cannot determine the reasons for it. If the markings on the ground were significant, he did not know.]

Though I am who I say I am, possibly I am not the person you assume me to be.

[Michael's irritation grew with each evasive statement his captor made. He didn't like not knowing who this angel was, and why he had made the effort to capture him, if his only motive was to toy with him.

He frowned at the strange question, but he'd indulge his brother, in hopes of progression.]

Our father abandoned us. War. The attempted genocide of humans. Quite a lot has happened.

[wentdowntodetroit]

Oh I'm almost positive you're not.

[Lucifer studied the other with a calculating stare, listening intently to his answer. War? And the attempted genocide of the human race. Interesting. Though much has happened he wouldn't call it a War, not to mention... he hasn't truly followed through with trying to obliterate the humans. A few measly seals broken and several thousand dead, but still not quite genocide. Not yet. Not till he's in his real body.]

Attempted Genocide, by whom?

[Curiosity killed the cat perhaps.]

[what_he_needs]

[Michael returned the intense stare, confused by how the other did not know what had happened. It gave him the strange feeling that something wasn't quite right here.

After all, the other did not believe he was himself, yet claimed he was an archangel. An archangel that Michael did not recognize either, and one that was unaware of the events that had occurred over the last few years.]

Us. More specifically, Gabriel. He believes it is what father wants, all the humans dead, so he has been attempting to do so.

[He felt it would do no good here to withhold information.]

And where have you been hiding, that you would not know any of this?

[wentdowntodetroit]

[Those brows to raise to hear that name spoken. Gabriel? There's no way his little brother would ever try to destroy the humans, of all the Archangels he was the one most protective of them. So it had to be true, even if he doesn't understand why this Michael from another world was even here. There's a part of him that wouldn't mind meeting this other Gabriel. No angel would replace his own little brother, but he'd doted on Gabe and wished he could sway him to his side. Perhaps his wishful thinking has him curious about what he'd be like if they did see eye to eye.]

Hiding? [He laughs softly.] I haven't been hiding, Michael. I'm just beginning to think perhaps I don't exist wherever you came from. Especially if it's Gabriel that's taking my job.

[He approaches the circle again with a dark smile on his face.]

Unless of course I'm still locked away in Hell in your world and you've forgotten all about little ol' me. [A soft 'tsk tsk' and a mock pout.]

Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. [He smirks as he sings the Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil.]

But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game~

[what_he_needs]

[That was unusual, and didn't sit well with Michael. If he was somewhere new, where he wasn't himself, and others not the same as they had been, how did he get here? He was frowning, eyes towards the ground, as he tried to work it all out.

The bit about Gabriel taking his job, turned on a light in Michael's mind, one that had him sighing and grimacing at the same time. When he mentioned being locked in hell, and sang a song that Michael actually knew, he looked up at his captor. A smirk etched across his mouth, a little snicker escaping his lips in the form of a name.]

Lucifer?

[Michael knew this version of his brother was not like the one he knew, and reflected that this could either be good or bad. But if he was anything like the Lucifer he knew, it would not be good.]

I honestly do not know if you are still locked away in Hell. You haven't been a key player in anything that's happened over the last few hundred years. I couldn't begin to say where you are.

[His tone suggested he didn't care, that Lucifer could be alive or dead, it didn't matter, but it wasn't truthful. He loved all of his brothers, even those whose actions he didn't agree with.

The Lucifer he knew had defied their father, was cast out because of it, and it had been for doing the same thing that Gabriel was now attempting. The only difference was that their father had reacted differently.]

[wentdowntodetroit]

[Oh how his eyes light up when Michael finally makes the connection.]

Yes! Now you've got it.

[He's reaching back with an invisible hand and pulling forward a chair to sit. He crosses one leg over the other knee and folds his hands over it. Now that Michael's figured out who he is they can talk casually, as if they're just chatting over tea.]

Well, I'm not sure that I approve of me from your world, he sounds boring. Though I'd congratulate me on swinging Gabriel to darkside. Course, I'd be pretty ticked that dad was lenient on littlest brother, again. [Rolling his eyes.]

Though, fun fact, the Michael in this world is sort of a dick. He thinks he's the best and most loyal of daddies little angels but doesn't give a rats ass how many humans we mow over in our big battle for the fate of the planet.

[what_he_needs]

[Lucifer's abilities, moving the chair, wasn't something he was capable of. Another point to add to the list of what was strange or different here.]

Your Gabriel is not the same?

[Michael's mind went to the possibilities of a world where Gabriel was not himself. The war could be over, maybe never having started in the first place.

But Michael knew that it was never as simple as that, and there would always be someone to fill the role Gabriel had chosen. Much like this Lucifer had.

He remained silent, processing the behaviors of this version of himself. He couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't trying to save the humans. They were one of his father's most beautiful creations, flawed, but capable of so much.]

Are you toying with me, Lucifer? If I do not fight for the humans in your world, then who does?