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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.

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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.

[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.]

I'm tired of this, aren't you? If this is what it must take, then yes. If you want your freedom then face me and bring me down, or give in and go back to your room.

[The weariness felt from his brother is near palpable and it would be a lie if Gabriel said he didn't feel the same. He just managed to hide it better, holding his head higher and keeping his back straight as he faced what could be his final battle with dignity. He'd need his strength, he knew it would be a terrible fight against his brother. It'd have to take all his concentration and focus not to be defeated and to give it every ounce of his all.]

I fully intend to make you mortal so you may live with those humans you love so much and die like one when the time comes.

[He raises his blade, shifting his feet and spreading his wings to arch over his shoulders in a battle-ready stance.]

Come Michael. Let us settle this, here and now. I am ready.

Of course I am.

[He extended his wings, spreading his feet apart, mimicking his brothers stance. Michael rested the handles of his twin blades against his side, ready to do battle.]

My being mortal would only make it harder for me to stop you, but not impossible.

[It was a weightless threat, and he knew it. If he was human, it would make beating Gabriel unlikely. Not that being human would be a punishment to him, more of an inconvenience.]

Since you're ready.

[Michael steeled himself, gripping the blades tight, shoulders tensed. With a hard flap of his wings, and a great gust of wind, Michael shot upwards into the air. He came back down, arms arched, aiming his weapons towards his brother.]

Edited 2014-07-08 18:44 (UTC)

[Gabriel stood his ground as the great gust from his brother's wings battered against him. His eyes followed the movement and in a blink he raised his sword, palm braced against the flat edge of it as Michael bore down on him with his blades. His brother may not be near as strong as he was but he was faster by far. So Gabriel used his strength, pushing back and twisting his shoulders to lash out with a wing while the other was in close proximity.

He'll then give a strong beat of his wings to propel himself backwards out of harms way, gaining distance from Michael before the next clash.]

[One had speed, the other strength, and two opposing forces, brothers, had been forced into battle with one another. Michael knew that where one was weak, the other was not, and that this fight wasn't going to end in a way that either would enjoy.

Their metal blades clang loudly, the only sounds being that and the rush of wind from their wings. Michael leaned sideways, barely evading the sharp edge of his brother's wing. Gabriel shot backwards, putting distance between them once more.]

Do not run from me, brother.

[He taunted him, Michael more than ready to have this done with. A part of him hoping Gabriel's anger would get the best of him, giving him a much needed edge.

His wings came down, and he leaned forward, ready to move in Gabriel's direction, a come and get me expression plastered across his face.]

[A wide grin spread over his face at that mocking jab, feeling the adrenalin pump through his veins like fire and spark his excitement. He may not be happy about any of this and he certainly wouldn't enjoy defeating his brother to cut his wings off, but he did enjoy the rush of a good fight. It's been so long since he could find a good challenge too.]

Not running. [His wings spread, arch and beat as hard as they can to propel him forward with all the strength he can muster. He flies at Michael like a canon ball, blade swinging out at his brother, wings tucked in for speed and protection.]

[Michael's stance was that of one who was prepared, but the force of which Gabriel came at him knocked him back, his twin blades barely deflecting the hard blow dealt him by his brother's sword.

He twisted around, wings cutting the air sharply, bringing his elbow down hard into Gabriel's back. He kicked his leg out, using the force to put a few feet between them.

Michael was winded, his brother stronger than he remembered. He pushed his wings down hard, taking him back into the air. He swung his right hand out towards Gabriel's head, a distraction, as the other blade swiped across his wing. A spatter of blood sprayed over his face, evidence that his weapon had hit its mark.]

[The loud clash of weapons is almost like a crack of thunder from sheer force. The blades sing as Gabriel shoves his brother back with all his strength, getting his feet under him just as Michael makes his move. Those eyes widen, and before he can right himself Michael is throwing his elbow into him and taking his feet out to throw him to the ground several feet ahead, using his prior momentum against him.

His wings have unfurled in their attempt to keep him on his feet, leaving them open as he moves to stand quickly. He whips round, blade coming up to block his face, one wing extended for balance, the other down and out of harms way. It was a clever faint, one he'd pay for dearly as he feels the bite of Michael's sword. He cries out in agony as his wing is crippled, staggering back to gain space from his brother and raise his sword. The wounded wing is laid low as if it's suddenly too heavy to hold up while it's mate is folded tight against his back. His jaw is clenched tight from the pain and anger reaching a boiling point.]

I'll make you pay for that! [His voice cracked, seething from the loss. Absolutely livid. The wounded wing was dripping blood across the floor, and due to the nature of it there was a good chance it wouldn't stop bleeding, not until he was able to have someone staunch it. Unless the entire wing came off... Gabriel was at risk of bleeding to death from his wound, too stubborn to call the whole thing off.

Despite everything, Gabriel let his emotions get to him and he lunged forward with a roar to strike at his brother rapidly over and over, baring down on him with a ferocity unlike anything anyone has seen.]

[Michael balked at Gabriel's new found fury. The hesitation allowing his brother's blade the opportunity to slice across his cheek, cutting him, and a limb, which one he was unsure, to connect with his abdomen. He reeled back, his twin blades darting through the air, his body doing everything it could to put distance between them.]

Gabriel!

[He had never seen his brother so angry, and a part of him regretted having been the one to cause it. Michael would never go for the wings of another angel, but he'd had no choice. Knowing time was key here, the archangel lept forward, his speed giving him the upper hand once more.

He flipped over Gabriel, his wings twisting, tight against his body, coming down on the other side of him. Michael's blade shot forward, sliding into Gabriel's side. He pulled back, removing his blade, his wings rising and falling with the movements of his heaving breathing.]

Brother..

[He knew his wound wasn't deep enough to kill him, but the blood loss from the two combined, was more than enough to do damage.]

[Gabriel had just enough time to turn as his brother twists agilely to land behind him. It's that turn of his torso that perhaps saves him a blow that would have pierced organs, instead biting into muscle and fat to slice clean through and prod out the other side. Perhaps Michael had wanted it that way too, certainly not a deathly blow, a clean slice as it stabs in then is drawn out of his body. It would bleed and it was dangerous in it's own right, but at least he could be saved from it if he just gave in.

Instead Gabriel staggers, pressing a hand firmly to the wound and whipping his full wing out to lash at his brother, slashing or beating him back as he turns to face him again. He moves to raise his blade, faltering slightly as he gets a slight dizzy spell from the pain. He winces and huffs, breathing hard through the blinding and seering agony he's feeling, fighting through it to keep on his feet.

He gets dizzy and despite wanting to continue his body gives faster than he'd like. His knees tremble before he falls, kneeling on one before dropping his hand, blade feeling like it weighs a ton. He gives a frustrated growl but can't seem to get his legs to work and push himself to stand, wings drooping around him as his focus wanes. He bows his head, jaw clenched tight as he tries to gather any ounce of fight left... knowing well that he's facing defeat but being too stubborn to give up.]

DO IT! [He spat, lifting his eyes filled with pain, regret and frustration.]

Finish it. Kill me.

[Gabriel's wing whipped out at him, his brother pushing and swinging his sword in an attempt to knock Michael back. When the other angel falters, Michael hesitates, stepping backwards away from him.

As Gabriel's body gives out, his legs shaking, and falling to his knees, Michael feels his stomach clench and his throat spasm. He hadn't wanted to kill his brother, just force him to let him go, and now he was laid low. His brother's wings sagged in defeat, eyes filled with emotions Michael felt responsible for.]

No.

[He wouldn't do it, finish him. Michael didn't want Gabriel's death, just for him to look at the humans differently. To feel for them, not hate them as he did.]

I won't kill you, Gabriel. I can't.

[He stepped forward, dropping one of his twin blades so he could place his hand firmly on his brother's shoulder. He kicked aside Gabriel's sword, it landing on the ground beside them.]

But I shall charge you with the same fate you were going to place on me.

[Michael touched the tip of his blade to Gabriel's neck, pausing and preparing himself, before sliding it around his head and downwards. With a great arch, and pulling force, his blade cut through the bony flesh that attached their wings to their backs.

He held Gabriel's still, ignoring the screams of his brother and the other angels around them. And with another sharp and hard motion of his arm, he detached the other wing.

His breath came out in sharp pants, feeling as if he had cut the wings from his own body instead. Michael felt the blood on his hands, and knew his brother would soon be dead if he didn't do something. And with that, and knowing the angels that had stood watching would not stop him, he wrapped his arms around the unconscious form of his brother, and took to the air.]

[As Michael approached him he was resolved to his fate, closing his eyes and breathing deep to exhale his last and become unbelievably calm. Those eyes open again with some confusion though, hearing Michael's declaration not to kill him. He's too taken aback to stop him when his sword is kicked free of his grip. There's a moment as the room stills and his brother's words drop like a hatchet, breath catching in his chest.

No. No, this wasn't meant to happen this way! Gabriel did not want his own death but he wished to be mortal even less! His gaze snaps up to his older brother with something desperate and fearful. Never in his life would he have pleaded not to die but this... This was a far worse fate! He loathed the humans, to be forced to become one would be putting him through hell on earth.]

No. Brother, please don't--

[His Adams apple bobbed, eyes pleading as that blade was placed at his throat. He froze and as Michael's hand moved he closed his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek. A breath later he could feel the steel bite through his wing to sever it from his back. The pain was indescribable and he felt his head swim with it to the point he nearly passed out. He clawed at his brother, clutching tightly in wherever he could find purchase, howling out sorrowful agony as his wings were stolen from him.

As the last fell to the floor Gabriel could feel his awareness slip. Too much blood lost, too much pain to bear any longer. He fell unconscious against Michael, succumbing to the peaceful black.

He awoke in a haze, sprawled out on his stomach and shirtless. For a moment he couldn't recall what had happened, but what he felt in his head and in his chest was beyond that of a hangover. He shifted only to regret the slight movement and froze, hissing at the sharp pain lancing through his back and shoulders. Then it hit him... he remembered what happened and why he felt so empty inside. They were gone. He was human, mortal. It was terrible what Michael did to him, the loss was too great for the former Archangel and he simply broke down in pitiful sobs.

How could he do this to him?

After an inevitable break-down, Gabriel forced himself out of bed despite how much it hurt to move. He laid a hand on his side and slid his feet to the floor with every intention of wandering around whatever hide-away Michael had stashed him in. That was, if he could get the room to stop spinning so he could take another step.]

[Michael stood in the doorway, his presence not yet noticed by his now human brother. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, for either of them, but it was well past the point of reversal.

He had given Gabriel time to adjust, leaving him alone long enough to feel the full weight of what Michael had done to him. Although Michael felt a dull ache inside him, the result of what he'd done to his brother, he straightened his shoulders and entered the room, his stride full of arrogance.]

Time to get moving, little brother. You've rested long enough for your body to sufficiently heal.

[Untrue, the human form could take weeks to recover from the damage that had been dealt Gabriel's, but he felt the former archangel's attitude would require him to be stern.

He sat a bowl of olives on the table beside the bed, before putting distance back between them. He shrugged a little, it wasn't a lot of food, or the most appetizing, but it was all he could find in this run down house.

Michael had every intention of finding him something else, he'd need it now, but it could wait until Gabriel was more ready for another bout of air travel.]

Well, eat them. [An amused smirk, and pity, clear on Michael's face.]

Edited 2014-07-12 13:48 (UTC)

[Gabriel smoothed a hand out on the wall, head bowed as he tried to shake off the dizziness and discomfort. As Michael entered the room he lifted his blue gaze, staring at his brother with something icy and full of hate. He did this to him. He should have just killed him and put him out of his misery! Now he's being punished? He didn't have the right! And there he stood with PITY for him? How dare he look upon him like that.

He lashes out in anger despite how the action lances pain through his shoulders. He slaps the bowl of olives off the table so that it smashes against the nearest wall and sends olives rolling across the floor. He seethes but doesn't take a step towards Michael, still relying on the wall for support as he winces from the tantrum. He's glaring daggers, like a wounded and cornered wild animal.]

Edited 2014-07-12 14:30 (UTC)

[With a great sigh, Michael's shoulders drop, his arrogant airs forgotten. He crossed his arms over his chest, moving to a corner opposite Gabriel, to lean against the wall.]

Stop your tantrum, little brother. It's unbecoming.

[He supposed he should be easier on him at first, being human wouldn't be a piece of cake, but he was still too angry at Gabriel. Michael reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle.

He shook it, looking at it intensely so that he didn't have to make eye contact with Gabriel. His brother was lucky he'd found a first aid kit at all, giving him what he needed to stitch and patch up his wounds, and a little something to numb the pain.]

I have something for you. Something you might appreciate more than the food.

[His eyes went to the olives on the floor, a frown furrowing his brow. There was no other food in the house, or for miles around. His brother wouldn't eat the olives off the floor, so he'd have to take the pain medicine he'd found on an empty stomach.

Great, add vomit to the mix and he was about done with the whole situation.]

[Gabriel had every intention of giving Michael the cold-shoulder and silent treatment. He lets his elbow fold under his weight a he shifts to sort of half-lean against the wall with one shoulder, other hand still pressed to his wounded side. He sets his head against the cool surface, closing his eyes and sort of luring his mind a little deeper into feeling out this powerless form. He can feel he's no where near healed enough for anything too strenuous. He wonders what his brother thinks he has in mind for him.

At the sound of pills rattling in a small bottle, Gabriel turns his gaze towards Michael. He can't help but to laugh a little bitterly.]

Yes, that's good, drug me up till I'm peaceful and compliant to your every whim.

[Michael shrugged, brushing his comment aside. He had offered the pills to ease his pain, but if Gabriel wanted to take the gesture that way, then so be it.]

If only you were ever compliant. You have been obstinate your entire existence, and have challenged me every step of the way.

[He slid the bottle back into his pocket.]

If you don't want them.

[Michael walked to the door as if he was going to leave, but stopped and turned around. He clasped his hands behind his back, a bitter expression on his face.]

You brought this on yourself, but I can help you, Gabriel. I can teach you.

[He had lived peacefully among the humans long enough to be able to give his brother advice on being one, or at least the basics.]

[Gabriel's eyes watch as the bottle of pills were tucked away, feeling only a slight desire to ask for them. If they were to help with the pain it was tempting but he felt more like being stubborn and dealing with it, as if that would prove he's strong. Stronger than the pathetic human he'd been reduced to. He can't help but snicker at Michael.]

Teach me? What? How to be a good little human? [A scoff.]

I may be mortal now but I have no intention of becoming one of them.

[He pushes off the wall to approach his brother.]

So what now Michael? You've defeated me. Are you planning to just keep me like some sort of pet? Keep it a secret from your precious allies in Vega? You do realize Furiad will simply take my place and most likely attack. You've only cut off one head of this hydra, brother.

Yes, I suppose.

[Michael was smirking again, a seemingly typical reaction to everything his brother said and did.]

More to teach you how to survive. You are no longer going to live for an eternity.

[He took to pacing the small space in front of the door. Vocally weighing the repercussions of his taking Gabriel's wings and making him mortal.]

Infection can kill you. A cold breeze can make you sick. Unprotected sex is a real danger.

[Michael stopped pacing, watching Gabriel approach him.]

I don't want to keep you as a pet. I never wanted to be fully responsible for you, but I can't just leave you here to rot. As for Furiad, I will deal with that when I have to.

[Gabriel stops a few paces from his brother with a frown.]

Don't you think you're being a little ridiculous? As if I could be felled by a cool breeze.

[He scoffs. Though in truth it's hard to say if his immune system will even be up to par. He may have to build it up over time. He had no need for one as an Angel, the humans grew and bred certain resistances through their children throughout their lifetime and into the next generation. Gabriel didn't have that. Though he'd like to believe he was strong enough, that even if he were rendered mortal he could still resist something as silly as the common cold.]

Why not just turn me over to the humans? [He knew the answer to that. Michael cared for him too much to let the humans torture him. He was still in that bratty mindset though.]

[Michael wanted to believe it was ridiculous, that Gabriel couldn't be taken down so easily, but he didn't know that.]

Of course I'm not. Neither of us know how any of this is going to work.

[He looked down at Gabriel, only a few inches shorter than himself, his brow furrowing as his brother's question.]

I think I've done enough, don't you?

[His voice was barely a whisper, a desperate plea. The archangel felt guilt surpass any lingering anger he felt towards his brother. Although, it wouldn't take much for Gabriel to fire it back up again.

A little voice inside his head kept telling him that his brother's misery was all on him, and that whatever happened to Gabriel from here on out was on him, too.]

[There's a sneer there, eyes cold as he steps up to speak his insult like a knife in the gut.]

How could it possibly be any worse than this?

[It was cruel but he was still cross and sore from what happened to him. He would have preferred if Michael had just ended it for him, not left him to suffer as a human. To him this was worse, but then, perhaps in time he'd learn to live.

He turned from Michael to slink back to bed.]

Take your false sense of duty, guilt and affection and leave me. I don't need your pity.

[Michael looked away, unable to maintain eye contact when Gabriel's expression was so harsh and unforgiving.]

It could be so much worse.

[The humans would be cruel, proving to the former archangel that they were everything he'd ever found them to be. They would torture him, punish Gabriel for the war he helped wage against them.]

Fine, Gabriel. As you wish.

[Michael watched him slowly inch back to the bed, then turned, slamming the door hard behind him. He'd go look for more food, and come back later, hoping Gabriel's mood would be less sour.]

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