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The Captivity Meme

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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[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?

[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~

Edited 2014-07-04 01:11 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[Well, talking about the differences isn't really a danger for him in any fashion so he's not bothered with telling Michael a few things about this world.]

Gabriel ran.

I got cast out and little brother ran away from home to go into hiding on earth. Of all of us he's the one that loves the humans the most but he doesn't have enough of a spine to stand up to Michael and I, though he has tried to help out Sam and Dean Winchester, the two humans that are trying to fight their destiny and end all of this themselves.

[A small smirk at that.]

Oh I am toying with you, but not about your name-twin. My brother wants to stop me and the apocalypse from happening to preserve what he can of father's creations. He's more interested in being a good son and doing what father told him than caring how many die in the process.

And, there IS one angel siding with Team Freewill. Castiel, I won't be surprised if you've never heard of him.

[Michael felt a snarl itching at the corners of his mouth. He was indignant over the differences between the two Gabriel's, as if it was a personal slight against him that the brother he knew was the worse of the pair.]

It is strange that I find myself in your company, and stranger still that our brothers of the same name would be so different.

[In Michael's mind, he had chalked this all up to a creation of his father's. The idea being that he had made multiple worlds, and versions of his children, to see how each would fair. Almost as an artist attempting to prefect a masterpiece. Though that favored the side that his father hadn't been pleased with each of them, or some of them, and had tried to make them better.

It was all a whimsical notion, one that he might never know the truth of. Especially when his father was nowhere to be found.]

As to this game you're playing, I am unamused. You speak of the differences between our siblings, of the variances of our worlds, of humans that I do not know, and of teams that I have never heard mentioned.

[A frown, eyes piercing.]

Yet, you do not say what any of this has to do with me. If we are from different worlds, then what could you possibly gain from keeping me here?

[A smirk ticks up the corner of his mouth as Michael goes on and he leans back to drape an arm off the back of the chair, still so casual.]

Oh, plenty.

[His eyes go to the ceiling and roam around the room as if he's somewhat bored of this conversation.]

I'll admit originally I just wanted a chance to pick you apart and find out who you were, but knowing that now? And the side you'd most likely choose, well...

[Shrug. Eyes on Michael again.] Keeping you bound and out of my hair is the smarter choice. Insurance and entertainment all rolled into one. Sorry, but I can't have you trying to help out the humans in this world too.

[Michael could only fathom what would be typical behavior for this version of Lucifer, but he'd try what would have worked for the version of his brother he knew.]

This is not my fight, it's yours. Let me go, send me back to my world.

[A beseeching expression placed carefully on his face.]

I will not cause you any trouble here.

[If this didn't work, Michael would attempt to free himself from his binds. He had more important things to do, than sit here and entertain the other.]

[Unfortunately for Michael those beseeching and sad looking expressions weren't working on Lucifer. If Michael had been his real brother than maybe it'd have more weight. Without that familiarity the other Archangel didn't hold much power over Lucifer.]

I'd love to send you home! I really would. I'm just as annoyed as you are by whatever force decided it was a good idea to throw you into the ring. Pretty sure you're here for a reason and as much as I'd like to just toss you back, I'm not entirely sure how.

[He leans forward, lacing his fingers loosely in front of him as his elbows rest on his knees.]

That's the trouble with things like this, if I don't know how you got here I can't figure out a way to send you back. Not yet. Trust me, I'm gonna look into it. But for the mean time you have to just stay put.

[It was evident, by both Lucifer's words and demeanor, that his attempts had not worked.]

Ah, yes. And instead of allowing me to find my own way back, I must stay here, tied to a chair, enjoying your lovely company.

[Sarcasm practically oozed from every word Michael spoke. He was beyond the point of aggravation, and found himself thinking of foul and unmentionable things he'd like to do to his fake brother.

He pulled at the binds, struggling to break them or the chair he was tied to. Michael jerked so hard, the chair flipped over, landing on it's side. He didn't move, knowing that he'd just put himself into an even more precarious situation.]

[Lucifer simply smiles at the others sarcastic remark, then watches him in silence as he struggles fiercely enough to knock his chair over. There's a snicker and a soft laugh at the display as he stands and shakes his head.]

Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention those aren't normal bindings. They're made to hold even an Archangel such as myself, and you, though...I do wonder how different we really are.

[That chair was nothing special though and if the angel pulled enough he could break it, but he wouldn't get far since he was sitting in an angel trap, it'd bind him to the spot no matter what. Maybe it was a risk, but now Lucifer was curious...

He walks over and with a snap of his fingers, splits the ground so that the circle is broken. Now he'll reach out with his powers to lift Michael, chair and all before throwing him back across the room with enough force to shatter the chair and plaster the Archangel to the wall. Those bindings have sigils on it that will weaken Michael so long as they remain attached to him.]

I wonder how easy it would be to just crush you. [He squeezes down with emphasis. After a moment he just drops Michael to see what he'll do.]

Maybe you're right. Maybe you are too weak to be any sort of threat to me.

[Lucifer's abilities were different than the angels of his world, the crack in the ground glaringly obvious of that fact. No angel that he knew could do that, or lift him in the air, and throw him against the wall.

Michael felt his body tighten, as if he might implode, and then he fell, his knees striking the hard concrete.]

If you want to test your strength, then fight me.

[He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushing himself into a standing position. He tried to pull the bonds from his wrists, but they didn't budge.]

Remove these, and fight me with honor.

[Michael didn't care if this archangel had any notion of honor or not. He was ready to do battle.]

[Lucifer sighs as if absolutely tired of hearing that same run down thing.]

Well now there's no doubt about it, you're my brother alright. Straight to the fighting with you.

[He wrinkles his nose.] Can't just be a chat, has to be action. You know I don't want to fight you Michael, either of you, dad just made me into the bad guy you know. Even if maybe...

[And there's a waving hands motion and a slight head bob to go with it as if he's weighing options in his hands.]

I might've run with it a bit. [He enjoyed being the Devil.]

Which, I'm wondering if you've forgotten who you're talking to here. I don't do honor, I'm Satan for crying out loud. You want to throw a punch at me, be my guest.

[He takes a step towards him and leans his head out, turning his cheek for him.]

Go ahead if it'll make you feel satisfied. [If Michael falls for the bait and takes a swing, Lucifer will disburse into smoke.]

Edited 2014-07-14 02:40 (UTC)

Our father didn't make you out to be anything other than you are.

[But they both knew that. The Lucifer he knew reveled in every moment of his cast out existence.]

I haven't forgotten. I suppose, I was trying to...rile you up.

[He dropped his arms, relaxing his stance, and completely ignoring the cheek that his fist ached to hit.]

If we fought, I would win. And I could leave this place.

[Michael remained stoic, self assurance radiating from every pore. Lucifer's powers begged to differ on the outcome of that hypothetical fight, so the archangel changed his tune.]

But, perhaps, we could indulge in a more civilized conversation?

But he still made me what I am. You think I want it to be this way? That I have to fight you to survive, all because I loved our father and I loved all of my brothers too much to sit back and serve those filthy humans? They don't deserve this world.

[He shrugs then. Who's riled? He's not? He's perfectly fine. He'll even smile in such a way to denote that he's calm and content.]

Yeah, I highly doubt you'd win, but feel free to try anyway.

[He snaps his fingers and the cuffs drop off, now we'll see what Michael can really do. If he'll fight, run or actually attempt to talk. Though, if he's anything like HIS version of Michael it won't be a talk.]

I'm listening. [He folds his hands in front of him and waits patiently, watching the other Archangel.]

[For a brief moment, Michael thought he was speaking with Gabriel. His words and convictions were so similar to those coming from Lucifer.

He'd always understood why his brother loved their other siblings, and father, more than he did the humans. Michael would be lying if he said that the love he felt for all three was the same. It just wasn't, it couldn't be. He felt deep-seated attachment for the other angels, devotion for his father, and protective of the humans.

He'd always likened it to a dysfunctional family; a single parent whose attention everyone craved, and the older sibling, the angels, that were jealous of the new baby, the humans. It was a little more complex than that, but, generally speaking, it summed it up.

An annoyed sigh escaped his mouth.]

I hear this so often. Jealousy is a cruel and powerful emotion, Lucifer. One that only the weak succumb to.

[The humans were flawed, and so many truly undeserving of this world, but it could not be said of them all. It truly saddened Michael that his brothers could not see the same in the humans that he did.

He bent over, placing the chair up right, before sitting rigidly in it. It's not that he didn't want to fight him, attempt to escape, but Michael preferred to know where he stood before doing something dangerous.]

Have you at least tried to give them a chance?

[He would guess probably not, but Michael was stalling. His mind kept going back to Lucifer's powers, and he was smart enough to know that he shouldn't attack him. At least not until he understood his abilities a little better.]

Edited 2014-07-15 21:59 (UTC)

[A that insinuation Lucifer's expression takes on something dark and unamused though he manages to keep up that smile even if it's become a little unsettling.]

I'd watch your tone, brother.

[Though he is rather impressed and further intrigued by the fact Michael has casually taken a seat rather than try to strike at him. Interesting indeed. If he kept this up he may like him better than the real Michael, or, well, the Michael of this world.

Also congrats on opening a can of worms, I hope you're ready for a tirade.]

Tried to give them a chance? Are you even listening to the things you're saying to me? I'm LUCIFER, ya know Satan, the Devil, I'm blamed for nearly everything considered bad like murder and gay sex. I mean c'mon Michael, I've been around prodding at them to see what they'll do, to prove to everyone just how much of a destructive and flawed machine they are. Of course I gave them a chance, all of the chances a being like me could give and they took every single one and proved me RIGHT. They're destroying everything that our father created for them, some of it IN HIS NAME, I mean, can you believe that? They kill each other over the most petty differences and call it Gods work.

[He shakes his head, disappointed and disgusted.]

I was only cast out because I knew this would happen and I saw the flaw in the design from early on and I refused to take their side. I still became their whipping boy. So I corrupted a few souls, so what, they would have come to me eventually on their own. Many of them end up in my place without any real provocation, my demons just need to show up and seal the deal. We give the humans what they want, the give us eternity to rip them apart over and over again.

[He shrugs.]

Well, I'm tired of it. I'm sick of them and now that dad's gone, I'm wiping them out so we can stop fighting each other over the retarded baby that is the human race. I refuse to do what dad says and I don't think the rest of us should either, not anymore, not when he's abandoned us. It's time we took a stand and took back what was ours. That's all I want. I want my family to stop killing each other.

[Michael relaxed in the chair, leaning back to cross his legs at the ankles. Just like Gabriel, this Lucifer was. His head naturally tilting as he silently listened to the rant.

He was just as easy to incite rage in as his other brother. It struck him then that he was referring to Lucifer as his other brother, and he wondered at that. This wasn't his Lucifer, but some form of him, so did that make them connected. A mental shrug as the thought is brushed aside.

When the other angel was through, he gestured in a wide arch with his arms, then settled them across his chest.]

You barely stopped to breath during that speech, Lucifer. But allow me a rebuttal.

[His eyes narrowed in on Lucifer's face, still observing him.]

Your jealousy is what caused all of your suffering. You were cast out because you could not learn to live with them. As to being blamed for everything sinful the humans do, I don't agree with that being your fault.

[He shot a little understanding his way.]

The humans do sin. They kill one another, rape, destroy. They demolish everything in their paths, and often in the name of our father. And while you might influence some to do those things, you do not do it for all.

[He sighed, going on a tirade of his own.]

But there is just as much good, as there is bad. There are humans that sacrifice everything for others, give up everything they have, including their lives. They love unconditionally, do great acts in the name of our father. It's balance, Lucifer. There is nothing good, without the bad.

[He closed his eyes tight for a moment, before opening them up to glare at the archangel. He knew none of this would do any good, would not sway his opinion of the humans. It was a conversation he had with another, and quite often, and it never worked.]

Although, it doesn't matter. Not really. My opinion will not change yours. And our father is gone, abandoned us all. We are all alone here, forced to make the decisions for ourselves that were once made for us. He gave us the free will to decide our fates, just as he had given it to them.

..I can't imagine what it will be like when he returns. For I know he will be angry, full of rage at what some of his children have done. And all because they assumed that's what he really wanted.

[He spoke of Gabriel here, and it was a thought that sometimes brought him peace. He believed, with all his heart, that his father would return and his anger would be all pointed towards his brother.]

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