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Where did one begin when it came to describing the inevitable collapses of society? Was it with the fact that anarchy was threatening to break out against the absolutely rule of the matriarch? Her fingertips like tentacles seeping into the crevices of society and eyeing all? Or does one start at less lofty ideas and look at the most simplistic explanation as to why society is faced with its inevitable demises? Starvation brought about desperation. A truth that most people knew deep down within. Hands in pocket, those eyes darken as he eyed the male who was nothing more than a low-ranking general. The alcohol had made his tongue lose but it was to be expected. So he adjusted himself to the slip up and smiled politely, nodding his head at the gentlemen. [b “Please, do be careful to not drink so much. You do know the press enjoys scandalous news.. I’d hate for you to… be the center of it.”]
A threat. Bowing his head slowly to the general at top, he muttered something beneath his breath. The message was received loudly and clearly. It was than that [i she] took to the stage. All heads turned upon the Lady who had single-handedly built this place from the ground up. Her voice rung out strongly and with confidence. Despite having a mechanical arm, her beauty wasn’t lost to anyone nor her appeal. As she raised her glass, many others raised theirs and he, Marcus, simply just applauded his hands. Beautiful lip service for those who needed it to be assured that their glass castles would stand.
Hence why he never came to this social gatherings for he was a man who knew too much. Weaving in and out of the crowd, he looked like a raven amidst doves. His darkness stood out against the lightness and pleasantries which escaped the lips of those who were in the midst of talking and chattering and all having a good time. Gaudy whites and bright Blues and gold contrasted his simply black. Golden, silver, and bronze medals shimmered as ruby lips parted to admired the well dressed and handsome youths. Rolling his eyes at the spectacle, he began to made his way towards the woman who’d given the address. Doubts were arising in his mind if he were the proper one to converting the female to [i their side.] But before he was able to make his way towards her, a voice chimed out his name.. Instantly the facade of enjoying the festivities snapped him into attention.
[b “Marcus Black! I can’t believe the devil himself is here in the flesh! Oh, you must tell me of the rumors that are circulating around your most recent capture!”]
A smirk pulled across his lips. Playing coy, he spoke softly. [i “Whatever do you mean?”]
[b “Why.. I mean, your female pet.. We all saw her with you while you walk in.. And seeing as many, many, of our colleagues enjoy the company of the opposite.. Why should the great devil himself be any different? Why, she looks like the type to be into some, sadomasochism play.”] At his words, Marcus couldn’t help but laugh.
[i “I assure you, Mister Kyle, just because I work with the interrogation department, doesn’t mean I take my torture methods into the bedroom. Plus, being the right-hand man of our little ambiguous lady, doesn’t give a man much time for leisures of the carnal type.”]
[b “Ah, such a shame, my friend! If I were in your shoes, welp, I’m a married man! Ho, ho, hee hee! So, I can’t be having too much fun with kittens..”]
On that note, a lady with pale blues eyes walked towards him. Specks of grey blended into her blonde and as wrinkles formed on her face, she leaned forward to greet Marcus with a kiss on both lips, before kissing the man who’d had spoken earlier.
[i “Your wife I presume?”]
“Yes, a pleasure.” She spoke extending her hand.
Taking it, he bowed his hands to her, before softly kissing her knuckles above her index and middle.
It was at that time that his little “Pet” came towards them. Holding a chalice, he barely notice the little “trick” she played into he took it in his hand. Feeling the stickiness he muttered underneath his breath. [size10 Well, played.] before taking a sip from it,

[i “You poor thing… I can’t imagine being with such a horrible man!”] the woman said as she placed a hand to her heart. [i “I hope he’s more gentle with you than his prisoners.”] With that being said, she reached out her hand and tuck a index underneath the chin of the girl and whispered softly. [i “It’ll feel better the more times you experience..”] and with that she let go and went wrapped an around around her husband’s arms.
Coughing, Marcus blinked. [b “There’s a terrible misunderstanding. She’s not used for… that. Miss Sawyer has been placed under my control because we, well, [u she] believes that… with the proper training and modifications, she can be a powerful asset in advancing mankind..”] He spoke those words as he nodded his head, his face turning noticeably turning a brighter shade of red.
[i “By God! You don’t mean to tell me.. “]
[b “I’ve.. heard rumors..”] Both couples spoke as their eyes turned towards the girl.
[i “If that’s her natural color…”]
[b “Than… it could be..”]

Holding up a hand, Marcus smiled softly. “Doctor Jaeger was… mentally unstable.. I doubt his theories hold water.. But, time will tell..”
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 311d 8h 59m 17s
It took absolutely everything in her to suppress the urge to physically cringe when the large man mentioned her being Black’s date. Had he not been looking at her so intently, she probably would have let the shiver out. But he stared at her with such an unsophisticated sense of desire in his eyes that it stopped her from revealing her true sentiments. Only adding to the deep-rooted discomfort she was feeling.

It wasn’t till he spoke again that she was able to set the feeling to the side for the moment. The food shortage was getting worse? She blamed his slip up on the glass in his hand. She smirked, about to ask him to elaborate, but Marcus beat her to the punch, cutting the man off. Apparently that was something the man didn’t want her to know about. And so the woman was determined to find out more on the subject whether it be from this man or someone else.

It was as she became resolute that Black dismissed her. The action would have been fine, liberating even, however he used her name. There were not many people that called the woman by her given name. Only close friends, and relatives when she was young. Now days it was always Sawyer. For the life of her she couldn’t remember when the trend started, but it had seemingly always been that way. The discontent compounded with his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t like it one bit.

Lyric narrowed her eyes at the man but offered no other retaliation for the time being. She turned and made her way to the spread of food that was laid out on the other side of the room. It wasn’t particularly crowded, but there were a handful of people hovering around the food. Grabbing a plate, she joins them in making rounds about the long table placing whatever interests her on the plate. Putting the idea of grabbing Marcus’ champagne on the backburner. He never said she had to immediately bring the drink. It was a petty consolation, but a consolation nonetheless.

A couple of people, whom all looked rather bored, tried to make conversation with her as she picked at what was on her plate. None of them really piqued her interest. That being that they didn’t look or seem interesting. They were the bright types who naturally ran their mouths. She was sure they would have no information to offer her.

It was just as one such person was making a pass at her that a voice came over the sound system. Lyric was able to take her attention to the woman up front. Apparently the event had officially begun. The dark haired woman who was speaking had a face she recognized. She was the hologram from the night before. In the flesh she wasn’t much different, but judging by her expression she wanted to be here about as much as Lyric did. Had they not been on opposing sides, she thought they might get along.

Taking the time to finish her plate, the bright haired woman grabbed a flute of champagne and meandered to find Black. The whole ordeal had probably only taken twenty or thirty minutes. She had wanted to drag it out a bit longer, but she needed to get back to the task at hand. Gathering intel. Walking deliberately slow back to where she was supposed to be, the rebel passed several groups of people. Every conversation she seemed to hear was frivolous though. She didn’t need to know who designed who’s dress, or decorated the hall. It was all nonsense and incredibly disheartening. But there was a twinge of hope. Every once in a while, while passing a smaller group they would go quiet. It gave her an idea of who to return to later in the night. Between those men and the ones that looked at her from across the room as though they knew her, she was going to get something out of this monstrosity of a party.

Back at Marcus, she silently slipped in as he spoke with a new couple. As much as she wanted to ‘trip’ and spill his drink down the front of him, she contained herself. Instead she handed it over, tilting it just enough for some of the abundant liquid to spill down the side and on the handle. It would get on his hand, probably making it sticky. Once again, it was very petty.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 336d 4h 36m 25s
Her laughter came as a surprise and caught him off guard. Of course the threat was an empty one. Having her flogged would only serve to further antagonize her and have her hatred for their side build within her.. All he simply wanted was to hear her voice. To try and flesh out of her obedience and when she complied, well, he was rather satisfied. Rising from the chair which he had put in front of her he smirked to her. Everything was in accordance of plan.. [i the main guest] was about to arrive tomorrow and the world above would be forever shaken by those who’d had no idea what was about to happen was going to happen whether or not people choose to believe in it or ignore it.

The next day came and as night began to fall upon the land an arm escort arrived to escort them to the ball. Hands in pocket dark eyes turned towards the woman as she asked him her question. There was something more going on in the works which most didn’t need to know about. Eyes inspected her trying to find any blemish which would that would embarrass him. Upon finding none he began to move forward out of the apartment and into the teleporter. [i “Did I say all that you would be doing will be fetching drinks or food?”] He spoke cryptically as he stepped out and walked towards the foyer.There was so much more she was meant for. However, for now, all she needed to do was play the part of the clueless servant girl before she was fully enlighten to it all.
Leaning back into the plush leather seats, he folded his legs over the other and watch as lift off happen without any problems and they began to head towards the ball. The first chess piece had been moved. Now it was simply time to watch the game play out before them.

Eyes of the darkest hue of amber looked out over the crowd. A strapless dress clung to her body as two pigtails swished from side to side behind her. Sparking up a cigarette she stare out across the city below and above. Soon, they’re exploits would have to move on a more grander scale.. The plan to move forward wasn’t something she had thought would have had to happen so quickly. [b If only time was their friend.] Myriads of emotions brewed on her face as the thought of sending out the news to ill-prepared civilians. One huge mindfuck would ensure and she simply hadn’t the time to deal with the headache which would come from it.
[b [#6d4912 “Mi’Lady.. I’m here..”] ]
The voice came without her being surprised by it. Taking another drag from the cancer-stick, she exhale. Peace had been here hard to maintain enough these last sixty to eighty- odd years. Back then they didn’t face the threat which they did now. Exploration wasn’t a necessity. But fighting back the toxicity of the outer world was. Expanding and aggressively keeping those who were use to living on the edge of the wilderness was. In truth back then, civilization was forced upon many. It was a like a heavy coat that fit to tightly. It was uncomfortable to wear but necessary, nevertheless. Finishing up the cigarette she turned upon her heels. The silence in the room had grown to much for her.

[b “Marcus Black! What’s a devil like you doing here?”] A voice of a stranger boomed greatly across the room, before a gentleman sporting a military uniform came towards him. On his arm was a female with curly black locks whose hands held a glass of redwine. [b “I always thought you were to busy for these sort of things…. And wha’s this? You actually found a date?”]
Mechanical eyes caught sight of the female as he grinned at her. Indeed, the blue dress which was chosen out for her did go well with her wild-colour hair. The tightness of it accented her curves and for a moment there was a leery look in the eyes of the man before he turned back towards Marcus. [b “If you’re here. It must mean that the growing food crisis is growing worse..”]
Holding up a hand to stop him promptly, those cold calculating eyes turned towards his little servant. Sure. There were those who experience hunger first hand. And then there were those who knew why the hunger was experience. Twenty-five years ago, before the rebellion arose the middle class where the highest populace. Humanity is unpredictable at best and so there was no way that it would be known that the population would explode. From a few hundred thousand, to the cusps of a million to over.. They were not prepared for it. Hence secret scouting units were formed to head out into the toxic wilderness. Most never came back, those that did seemed to be forever changed. Different.
The outside world was beautiful. So much so that it was hard to believe that it would so easily kill if one was not careful of the time they were allowed. Not even cybernetic surgery was enough to allow for them to venture out far enough. At best, a month and a half outside was the best they manage. A firm hand touched the shoulders of the female and he spoke softly
[i “Lyric, go and fetch me a glass of champagne. I’m thirsty.. And also, do feel free to check out the food bar. No need to hide your appetite here..”]

Emerging from the darkness of the room, Lillie stood before the guess. Moving seamlessly through them, her mechanical arm was hidden by a jacket which complemented her strapless dress well. So far the guess we're still filtering in so she supposed that the time would come for her to kick off the annual military ball. It was called that but honestly, many politicians and police officers came in. Some to trade in gossips, others to keep their wives entertained she guessed. As her eyes scanned the familiar faces which all seem to converge in this one room, she tried her best to find the “guest” which she had placed in Marcus’s care. Hopefully her training was going well.
[i [#632a7a “Here’s the last one.…”] ] A voice of a ghost echoed in her head. Drowning it out with she looked carefully at the blue-haired beauty whom she’d seen just the day before. There was no way to prove or know if she [i she] was..
[i “Lillie!”] A voice called to her. [i “Lillie, it’s time to begin..”] A dark skinned male appeared beside her and she nodded her head looking at him. Yes.. of course. It was time to for things to begin. Heading towards the stage, she grabbed the mic and slowly tapped it.

[center [i “Ladies and Gentlemen. As you all know, today marks the forty-seventh annual military ball. I, Lillie, would like to welcome you all. Please drink, eat, and be merry! Tonight is a night for celebrating and honoring those who do all they came to help provided security, peace, and hope for those who live in our under the law of the land! Cheers!”] ]

Raising a glass, she watched as everyone else let out a roar before drowning their glasses. With all that being said, the sound of music began to play and she let out a sigh. These things normally lasted for a few hours. Dancing, drinking, socializing, gossiping, and other things all happen rather nicely. As she stepped off the stage and began to mingle and mix with the crowd she began to bit her lip.. Another cigarette was so desperately needed.

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  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 336d 22h 48m 38s
Lyric heard the man moving before she saw it. She had hoped that he might go somewhere else, but instead he came directly over to her. Once again he was mumbling about something or other. Her ears were not keen enough to pick it up though. That was until he started speaking directly to her. The comment of their similarity pissed her off. Of course they were. If you took two random people from anywhere in this god forsaken city and laid out all their traits and beliefs of course many would overlap. They were both human. However, she knew this wasn’t what he meant and the insinuation angered her all the more. She didn’t even honor him with a response.

With that time returning to his desk it marked the third time for him to pace across the room. It made her nervous. Why couldn’t he just sit still? Although she couldn’t really complain. Black grabbing a chair was leagues better than him sitting next to her on the couch. But his conversation continued to be unpleasant. In fact his next comment made her skin crawl. What did he wish to gain by bringing Cade into this? No doubt they already got everything they wanted from him. He might have been a tough cookie when it came to himself, but he cared for his subordinates fiercely. Almost to the point that it made him stupid. That he had a particular attachment to her continued to fly over her head even now. It wasn’t that she was generally dense to that sort of thing, only when she was really focusing on something. Like a resistance.

Still she sat in silence only a little while longer. Attending any sort of government gala in any way sounded like the absolute pits. Not that she didn’t like a good party, but ninety percent of a celebration was the people. And these just weren’t her type of people. Marcus wasn’t wrong about the chance to gather Intel though. It was more like she doubted they would let anything worthwhile leak. But you never know, aristocrats in particular tended to get loose lipped when you introduced alcohol to the equation.

It was at the threatening of being whipped that she lost composure. Lyric was unable to contain her laughter. Honestly it was more of snickering, an airy sound through her nose. She raised a brow at him, although it must have looked weird with her upside down. [b “I’ve had worse.”] Nothing compared to the pang of hunger. To her there was no worse pain in the world. He would have to do better than that. [b “But I guess I’ll go to your stupid ball.”] That was the last thing she said.


The next day passed with relatively no incident. She didn’t get the pleasure of picking out her own outfit. Neither was she allowed to just keep wearing what she came in. She had to admit the dress she was given looked good on her; it just wasn’t to her taste. Lyric would have preferred something that flowed. This on the other hand was tight just about everywhere. Giving herself one more look in the mirror she sighed. At least the bright haired woman looked good in blue.

[b “Tell me again why I have to be dressed up if I am just there to bring you drinks?”] Sure there had to be a dress code, but did it really apply to the help? She was confident it did not.

The time to leave was marked by the armed guard’s return. She could only imagine how boring life must be to feel so scared for your life that you need a swat team to leave home. The thought made her shake her head as they exited the high-rise apartment.

The trip to wherever it was that they were going was shorter than anticipated. Thinking on it, it made sense. He did live in the middle of the city. That building couldn’t be too far from anything that mattered to these people. And while she had thought the décor couldn’t get any gaudier, she had been so wrong. The military ball was being held in one of the ballrooms of the First Republic arena. The arena was a notorious waste of money. It had been one of the first things built when the current government rose to power. Extravagant was putting it lightly. The only consoling thought she could come up with was that it might have been decorated to the nines because of the event. But somehow she doubted it.

The ballroom itself was huge. They were directly on time, so guests were still filing in, but no matter how many entered there was plenty of room for more. Lyric began to feel overwhelmed. Being nearly alone only amplified the sensation. The gross feeling of anxiety clawed at her belly, but she kept an appearance of serenity on her face. To distract herself she watched individual faces in the crowd. Trying to pinpoint the ones she recognized. Those would be the ones she would need to stick to if she wanted to learn anything at all in this hellhole.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 346d 1h 51m 51s
The proximity of her closeness did not hinder the male from reading the reports which he had to. Neither could it distract him from formulating plans for the coming days. Adjusting to having a female living with him was something which he hadn’t been prepared for. The moment which she left him was the moment those dark eyes darted towards her to see that it didn’t take long for her to start abusing his couch. Pushing back from the desk which he had all of his papers on he stood and moved. All day long he had been doing nothing more than explaining, getting out everything that he needed to and now there were no more words that needed to pass between the two. Fairly content with what he had said and what he had given her, he made his way in front of her and stood.
[u “The caliber of her skills are unknown.] So read the case files. Peering downwards into her eyes as he looked at her to and fro he turned upon his heels and muttered. Those words were barely inaudible to anyone but himself. Cybernetic surgery.Sure, being a rebel probably meant that your fitness level was more than just great. He had no doubt in that. Yet having foreign technology integrated into you. Allowing yourself to become more than just an individual and part of the greater good. [b “We have more in common than you could know..”] That time his words were audible.
Hands ran through locks of jet-black hair before he let out a terrible sigh. His composer of being stern and serious was slowly fading into his laid backness. Rest wasn’t needed as a side-effect along with food or water. Still he remembered, ever so slightly, what it was like to needed those things. Days sometimes ran together in a blur of emotions and it was hard to differentiate between yesterday's or todays. But what had happen today surely wasn’t apart of yesterday. The proof of a young green-haired woman lying on his couch was proof of that. Eventually the time to divulge everything would come. Unto that time he’d had to keep up the farce of being a man who was the master.
Once more he turned to rest his eyes upon the woman. He neither despised her or desired her. Yet the beginning of playing mind games was slowly beginning to settle upon him. So he walked over to his desk again and pulled back a chair. Bringing it in front of her he firmly plopped himself down upon it and leaned back. Hands moved to undo the first button of his shirt along with the other as strands of black hair fell into his eyes. How long had it been?
Softness. One thing which separated the sexes was that one had a distinct softness to it t than the other. Whilst his was rough and stern. Hers were not so. Trailing down towards her body taking her in slowly he snapped back upwards into her and he whispered. “I can see why mentioning you broke Cade..” Low and slowly his voice came out.
Who exactly as Cade to her? To him she seemed to be someone who was worth protecting. Rather, the thought of a woman being used by other men is no comforting thought. But if that woman was [b yours] than it was absolutely maddening. Leaning forward he blinked.
“Silence will not help you. Cooperation will.. For example. Tomorrow there is a military ball.. All of the most important generals will be there.. you can come. Acting as my personal servant of course. Fetching drinks. Fetching food.. It’ll an easy task.. Or.. you can stay here and miss out on collecting information. Valuable info, which you’ll need.”
“ Also, you should know that I’m not opposed to having you whipped in front of me for trying to maintain silence. I find this to be disrespectful. Disrespect, regardless of how childish, will not be tolerated. I’d rather not have your screams be the first thing I hear.. But I’m not oppose to it.”
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 346d 10h 52m 16s
Seemingly out of nowhere, the men who had followed them in stood at attention and made their exit. They had barely left before Marcus was explaining things she already knew. Well, it was good to have the confirmation. They did indeed plan on keeping her in this place. She was going to have to make due in this bureaucratic nightmare.

The situation was awkward to say the least. She had entirely no idea what to do. It was quiet and she just watched a he fiddled with the papers that were strung about. It involved an awful lot of pacing about to find the things he needed. It made her antsy, as though she was stuck in a cage with an irritated tiger. Lyric thought that perhaps when all his affairs were in order he might sit down and be calm, but there was no such luck to be had for her. Instead he walked off to another room. She took that chance to move about the room a bit more. There wasn’t a lot to see. Most everything was neat and orderly, except for the papers he had straightened.

It took him less time to return than she would have liked, and when he did he threw something to the floor in front of her. Rolling her eyes, she waited for him to return to his work before picking it up. It was an ordinary menu. She was a tad peckish, but her stomach was off due to the anxiety that was plaguing her. Knowing full well that nothing good would come from not eating while she was here she looked over the list. The roasted chicken sounded really good, but she thought it odd that she would eat better as a slave than any other point in her life. It was sad.

Before she could return to the kitchen to put an order in, the transparent figure of a woman appeared. Seeing as Black was ignoring her, she thought it might be for the best if she did as well. However before she could continue her quest to get food the woman spoke to her. And she didn’t have anything to say that Lyric wanted to hear. It was just a bunch of cryptic nonsense, albeit ominous and rather irritating, she already knew they were scheming something so it didn’t offer anything new to her. All that managed to do was put her in an even more sour mood The dark-eyed woman could not stand being told what to do like that, so there was no way she could order the chicken now. She would have to go for her second choice of baked trout. It was a damn shame. The only consolation was that it seemed to bother Marcus just as much as her, as he grumbled loudly as soon as she left. Finding it infinitely amusing, she laughed under her breath as she switched to the other room to eat.

Lyric ate deliberately slow and even after she finished she lollygagged not really wanting to find something else to do. Poking around on the second floor sounded entertaining, but there was no telling if that would land her in hot water. And so she just sat around. Honestly, she had thought there would have been a lot more being ordered around as a slave. It probably had to do with whatever the hologram woman was talking about. There was more to this than simple servitude, which meant she might be able to get away with more than she originally thought.

After spending her fair share of time dwelling on her circumstances, she was tired of being the only one who was tremendously uncomfortable. And so, she decided to have a little fun. Returning to the living area she moved in closer to Marcus. Not enough that were touching or anything ridiculous like that but close enough to be considered hovering. The woman had little interest in his paperwork, but she hoped the constant presence over his shoulder might irk him. Sure if was petty, but she was going to retaliate while she still could.

While Lyric wasn’t a particularly impatient person, the lack of a reaction after she had been standing there for some time was disappointing. She moved on to pacing, and even whistling, but he was more resilient than she expected. That or he had to world’s best poker face. Eventually she gave in. Dejected, she turned on her heel and flopped herself on the empty couch.

The cushion was unnaturally soft. It was a level of comfort she was not accustomed to. This mixed with her boredom causing her to fidget around. The squirming turned into full blown maneuvering until she was situated with her back against the seat of the couch and legs straight up against the backrest. She contended herself finding patterns in the groves of the ceiling.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 348d 4h 10m 18s
Though it is vast inside of his own personal apartment, the place is a cluster of books, papers, and other useless items that the General barely bother to pick up. Thousands upon thousands of paper laid stacked in piles after piles not to mention. But besides the area in front of them which acted like the common area, everything else was neatly organized. In the middle of the room stairs spiral upwards into a second place which had even more open rooms. Spacious and comforting, it was vastly different than how the general present himself to the outer world. Hands in pocket, he temporarily disregard the girl as he headed towards the stack of papers which needed to be sorted out one by one. [#c0c9d3 “You can consider yourselves dismissed.. The girl will be no bother to me.”]
Speaking through the telepathic link in his brain he gave his men an order. Without so much as a hesitation the men which had escorted the prisoner and captor to his humble abode now snapped a salute. A crisps “Sir yes sir!” Left their lips before they stalked back into the teleporter and left him alone with the girl. Lifting up a pile of paper he spoke aloud [i “You’ll have for forgive me. I forgot to mention that since this is my personal apartment.. Access to teleport to and from this room will be denied without military clearance. So, in other words.. Even though this room is spacious, it’ll nevertheless be your jail cell.”] Once he had sufficiently gather the stacks of paper, he began to place them on a wooden desk. Those dark eyes turned towards the wildcat and he simply bit his lips.
Thoughts were forming in his head. A series of basic exercises that would begin to mentally tax her and put their toll on the feminine beauty. Picking her brain apart and slowly undoing every single resolve which she had would be a challenge which he couldn’t wait to rise up to. However first thing was first. Heading towards the kitchen, he opened up a drawer and pulled out a menu. Walking towards the young prisoner he dropped it at her feet before returning towards the desk. There was no where which she go. Save for escaping outside through the glass windows.. Ah yes, tall windows stretched all the way upwards creating a half-formed box around the apartment. Down below he could see the city stretched out for miles and miles.. At nighttime when all of it was a glow he found it to be a most beautiful sight.. The way lt illuminated the darkness which pervaded throughout the city. It brought him a sense that he was that light. That his methods-though disagreeable-were something which would make light come from the darkness. Looking out of those windows now he allowed for a deep sigh to leave him.

It was than that a project of a woman appeared in the room. Locks of deep dark black flowed into her face and a Katana was at her side. Standing tall and proud, she lifted two fingers towards her lips and took a deep dragged from the cigarette before exhaling and making it smoke curl around. State of the art technology allowed for her to walk around the room as if she was truly there. Biting her lip, she murmured to herself briefly before she turned towards the man who was absent in thought. He wasn’t to entirely disturbed by her presence though he found her suddenly intrusion into his home a rather irritable one. Taking another long dragged from the cigarette she let out a sigh before she turned towards the woman. [#18812a “Now, Now, why do you look so glum? A pretty lil’ girl like you should smile at the chance which she’s been offered. Though I guess it hasn’t been fully explained?”]
[#18812a “You’ll find out our plans soon enough.. But before we get much further. I recommend ordering the Roasted chicken. Much better than the shit offered down below.. No doubt.. You’re very important to us.. And you'll find out why.. but till then.. Ta-ta love..”]

As soon as she left the male let out an irritable growled.. Turning towards the girl he looked at her with a momentary soft expression, before hardening once more. He never had to spend time with a woman before. To absorbed in his work.. And now that he had someone to baby sit, commanded, [b [i [u break] ] ] He’d had to adjust to not being the only one here.
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 348d 12h 2m 57s
It was pretty irritating that he had been able to read what she was thinking so quickly. Not that it must have been excessively hard in this situation. It was natural to wonder what was going on. However once Marcus got to the part where he was properly introducing himself, Lyric had a harder time swallowing the information. It didn’t make any sense. Sending someone with so much authority to a hostage swap. Whatever the government was planning, it was bigger than she had first realized. But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out just what they were trying to accomplish with all this mess.

Inside the complex the overly luxurious décor continued. And as distracting as it was, it still wasn’t enough to take her mind from her ever-darkening situation. Though it seemed things would only get worse from there. Black announced that the idea that she would be a prisoner was nothing more than a guise. Instead she would be a slave. It took a moment for the new turn of events to sink in. The idea was strangely farfetched. Sure she knew this sort of thing was happening in the center city and upper rings, but how did taking someone like her help them in any way? It made even less sense to make her a servant, at least to her.

Her line of thought was cut short when he reached out and touched her. A cold shiver ran down her spine and gripped her stomach. Worried what might happen if she pushed him away, she stayed deathly still until he let her go. There was about a million things she wanted to say in response, all of them rather nasty, but she managed to hold her tongue. Now more than ever she knew it was important to keep her head down until she could come up with some sort of plan to get the hell out of here. Still, she couldn’t help but focus a penetrating glare at the back of his head when he turned to keep moving.

Lyric continued to follow the man though the foyer. They approached the shallow entryway that was a transporter. She watched as Marcus activated the device. His hands moved in a deftly practiced way over the control pad. The motions gave the impression he had done this innumerable times before. Unfortunately all she was able to glean from his actions was that the teleporter was fit with biometrics. As long as they kept her out of the system or restricted her access points, the woman wouldn’t be able to freely move around in this building. A fact that made the immense complex begin to feel unfathomably small.

When the machine was ready to be used, it lit up a brilliant blue, similar to the one on the door. The cool glow only lasted as long as it took for the pair to walk through the threshold. And like that they were instantly on the top floor. The view through reinforced windows told her that much. Lyric’s eyes lingered on the scene. As horrid and wasteful as all of this was, it really was a beautiful sight. It might not have been so bad if only more people could enjoy it.

The sense of unknown was anxiety inducing. The bright haired woman wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t a guest in this place, but a captive and the idea of taking any kind of orders from the monster of a man who brought her here was sickening. A chasm opened up inside of her, dividing her rebel spirit and will to survive. When he pushed her, she didn’t know which one would win out.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 350d 20h 41m 50s
The building before them towered above all the others.. Nestling in the sky upon the second level of the city, it’s lights shone brightly beckoning and inviting all to enter within it. There were no elaborate words to describe it being something more than what it was.. An apartment complex which housed many officers. On the top two floors, was the man’s private apartment. No, it was more of a loft which existed for him and him alone. Vast and spacious, he’d had to grow accustomed to sharing it with a [s woman, prisoner] [i Slave.] The very word upon his lips felt foreign to him. Moving towards the little woman, he looked down into her eyes as he towered above her. Hands within his pocket, dark solemn eyes took her in. The tautness of her face. Eyes which equally observed her surroundings. If anything he admired that she was astute. Already she was trying to assess the situation which she was in. He, himself, was a practical and straightforward man. A reason to not be so never occurred to him. So turning his head towards the soldiers he nodded towards them and instantly they formed her sorta box around the two with their weapons at the ready. Moving beside her he spoke.
[i “If I had to guess you’re trying to recall if you know my face or name. Let me put your name at ease. Yes. You have heard my name. You’ve seen me on the news, once or twice a year… Or rather, you would if you ever watch the Supreme commander give her bi-yearly address to our country.”] His words flowed and suddenly he pointed his fingers towards the entrance.
[i “I am Marcus the “black hearted.” Command-in-chief of the entire military. I yield to no one but the supreme commander herself. The riot police report to the military police which reports to the chief of police, which reports to the commander of the level1 military which deals with citizens. Than you have the outer guards. Those specialize in maintaining the southern, northern, western, and Eastern outlets of our cities. Next you have the active duty military. These are the ones which are the biggest threat to the rebellion. Trained for war and authorized to use deadly force when needed, they kill without mercy. Every rebel killed has been done by their hands. And I, over see all of it. Every head, every general, every leader..I have complete authority to over them all.. But why do I tell you this? Because we lied to you and your resistance, rebellion, whatever the fuck you call yourselves..”]
His voice came out calm and smooth as he continued walking forward into the building. Inside a golden chandelier decorated its opening. Velvet carpet spread through the circle entrance way and a heavy-set ebony desk sat in front of them. Sitting behind the desk was a brunette wearing glasses who wore a cute little smile. Her outfit was purple and silver. To the left was a hallway which lead down somewhere, to the right was another. Ahead a blue and green door laid open. Beyond it was a narrow entrance-way which led to nothing more than a wall a two inches in. Two circles-one beneath and one above, worked as a means to teleport people to where they need to be and go.
[i “You haven’t been taken as prisoner. You’ve been sold into slavery. Or did you think that we would hand over Cade and several others knowing their status?”] He spoke those words cooly before he turned upon her and reached out a hand towards her. Grabbing her chin, her tilted her head back and murmured. [i “Make no mistake. I will break you. You will learn submission and you will call me master before the year is out.]
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 353d 8h 43m 30s
When he came closer to her, she watched his every movement as though he was a rabid animal. A dangerous creature that could lunge out and attack with little to no discretion. It took no time for him to move closer to her. She was entirely on edge, but resisted the urge to flinch as he set his coat over her. It was thick and warm. The item was accompanied by his brisk touch, guiding her away from the rendezvous point and to a new destination.

Lyric was unable to breath easy until the main ordeal was completely through. She didn’t trust these government dogs as far as she could throw them. If they made a sketchy move, she was full ready to turn and bite back. But the moment never came. It all went smoothly. Soon she could see the vehicle waiting for the pair. It was black, like just about everything else, and held no interest for her. So her attention went back to the man.

Upon closer inspection he looked familiar. There was a good chance he was important. It was likely she had seen his face flash across screen with lists of atrocities he had committed. Although to be honest she had a hard time pulling any of those features to mind. The catalog of those who beat and broke humanity was long and after a while everyone in it seems to look the same. He was no different. Although she was certain it wouldn’t take long for him to make a name for himself in her own small world.

The other hint that he was someone of significance was how the soldiers all seemed to scramble to make his life easier. It was something she saw in the rebel alliance as well. Those who were new or generally low in the rungs always sucked up to those who might be able to make their situation better. It was sickening.

The interior of the car was pristine. Much like the exterior, it didn’t give her much to look at in order to preoccupy her mind. And an idle mind was the enemy right now. Had she not been actively keeping up a starch appearance, she would have sighed. However that was a luxury she could not afford in front of these people’s prying eyes. Instead she took a moment to lift the jacket from her person. Setting the wet fabric to the side, she shook her head loosening the stray droplets of water form her hair. They landed lightly on her skin, a cold sensation that fit the situation she was in much better than the heated car.

Taking off from the ground gave a real sense that there was no turning back. Lyric stared out the window watching at the gray scene below, muddle by the rain, grew farther and farther away. Across the car she could hear her captor mumbling to himself. Well, that was definitely a good sign, not.

The ride was uneventful. All she could do was watch as the image outside her tinted window as it morphed into something completely different than she was used to. The faded and runny colors melded into stark lines. Bright and light colors came into existence. The building they finally came to was no different from the others in that way. Her stomach clenched at the thought of how much it must cost to keep a place like this up. People in the lower levels were dying of starvation and preventable disease while something like this was going on. It fanned the flame of her rage even further.

Once again the door was opened for her. A grunt grabbed ahold of her arm, immediately she pushed his hand away. [b “I can get out of a car myself, thanks.”] The tone of her voice was icy. She planned to hold onto her dignity as long as possible, at least when it came to these sorts of things. Taking in a deep breath, the air was clean and crisp. The rain must have just recently passed through here as the lingering smell of petrichor was laced into everything. While pleasant it endured ominously as a foil to her situation.

Turning to the dark haired man who she assumed was her new captor, she looked at him expectantly. How much longer was he going to stay quiet? Didn’t these people generally revel in sharing what was to come for the ill fated? Perhaps it wasn’t his job, it could be that he was nothing more than an attendant to get her where she needed to be. Either way, she was sure she would know soon.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 355d 6h 42m 48s
[i Fist collided with metallic skin as the man knocked down a fellow soldier. Physical pain wasn’t felt by cybernetic humans. Yet It was still ever so satisfying. Brass knuckles were used during these discipline sessions for these newly recruits who were being indoctrinated into the military. His frustration was that they refused to listen. The knowledge of known when to attack or when to withdraw was an important thing to learn. If they’re minds wouldn’t take in the lesson than their bodies would.. As one newly recruited soldier lunged at the tactician, he bellowed out. Picking apart every flaw he could fine with the boy’s fighting methods, a firm knee was given into his stomach sending him crashing into the wall of the training classroom… Dangerous locks of black hair fell unto his face as he made his way to stand again. A fighter he was not. However..]
[i “Black..” A feminine voice called out his last name and he turned his hand towards her. Docile brown eyes looked deeply into his and he instant relax. “Come with me.. I’ve information for you.. On your next assignment when it comes to dealing with the rebels.”]

Thunder ignited the sky in a whitish, greyish hue as the weather took a term for the worst. Immediately he took of his jacket and placed it over the form of the girl before pushing her rather roughly towards the car. The eyes of the government were always peering into the social levels of the inhabitants of this country. Hundreds of miles long and hundreds of miles wide, the city stretched from East to West. To North to South. Beyond each gate was wilderness and nothing more but the inhospitable cruelty which was Mother Nature's revenge on mankind for ruining what was once a beautiful gift. Withdrawing their weapons, the soldiers gathered quietly made their way to open up the door for the lady and for him as he sat within the car. So far no chains her. Not that it matter.
Lifting off of the ground those eyes took in those green tresses which fell upon her face. Indeed she had the feminine look and savagery in her eyes of that of a rebel. Brainwashed no doubt, to believe that the cause which he fought for was evil and her’s.. Rather theirs were nobel. Yet they’re multiple shades to the color grey. There was a doubt she understood the position which she was so kindly [s forced] [i Blessed] to be put in by the powers beyond both of their control.

[i “Lyric Sawyer. Familiarize yourself with that name general.. For its someone whom you’ll be entrusted to keep watch over.. Or rather.. Mold..”]
[i “I fail to understand. This.. this is a girl we’re talking about..” He spoke as he her picture in his hands. She was captured by one of the cameras in the city. In a group of men she was the only one which stood out. They had been many female resistance fighters in the past. Sure. Those who had been captured. Death came the same rate as it did male captures. Feminine capability to restain pain always amused the general. Torment, he learn, couldn’t break a woman unless psychological aspect was added to it. So why was she an interested to her?]
[i “You thinking why she’s an interest to me?” The voice of the ruler came out. Lighting a cigarette, it leaned against the door and took a long drag of nicotine. It filled her lungs and as she exhaled she sighed out greatly satisfied at how well it hit the spot. “Cause she has potential. To lead. To take orders. To fight. And furthermore she’s young. Her body can still handle the cybernetic surgery and it won’t killed her. She possess an inside look on how the desperate think. How the rebels connect with one another. Knowing the mind of the enemy is more important than killing the body..” It’s voice came out cooly, before it brushed back long locks of black out of its hair.]
[i “You want me to train her to be a soldier?”]
[i “No. She already has the training no doubt.. I won’t you to train her how to be submissive. Break her. Turn her into a good little bitch, than build her up again. Think of her as.. A personal slave.. Most men would treat her with physical force. But you. You understand that things like this need a more. Delicate, intellectual touch. This mission will be the hardest one yet. But the most rewarding..”]

“Rewarding my ass..” He muttered as he stared into the eyes of the woman who was suppose to be treated as nothing more than his personal “Slave.” How? That was a question which he needed an answer to. How would he get inside of her head and break her down.
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 355d 15h 3m 47s
In the makeshift meeting hall, Lyric found herself surrounded by the top brass of the resistance operation. While many of them appeared stern, none of them scared her. She had seen much worse out on the streets of the lower circles. There wasn’t a whole lot left in this world that fazed her. Normally she would not be included in such a highly sensitive dialog, but this time the focus was on her good friend and mentor. The other side had captured one of their quickest rising commanders, Cade, and frankly it was a disastrous blow. She as that man’s right hand was taking his place in this assembly.

There was no consensus at the table. Everyone seemed to have fragments of ideas but not a single mind could pull together a strategy thorough enough to even consider putting into action. It was infuriating. However she couldn’t say a thing, seeing as she had failed to bring anything prolific to the conversation. That was probably what irritated her the most.

It was then, as the dozen solemn faces were growing quiet, a hurried messenger rushed though the door. The shadow of a boy rushed up to the woman he worked under, handing her a missive and promptly making his exit. No one made a sound as her pale eyes ran over the words. They widened in disbelief at what it said. The quiet was prolonged as she attempted to find the words she needed.

“It seems they’ve made an offer.” The middle aged woman paused as the room began to liven up again. The buzzing of confused comments shooting too and fro the room. Lifting her hand, all speech came to a slamming halt. “They have agreed to release Cade and five others in exchange for a new prisoner.” This time no one piped up. It seemed too good to be true. They had to be asking for someone who was far too important for them to hand over if the conditions were that favorable. “The woman’s crystal clear eyes fell to Lyric, “They want you Sawyer.”

The whole idea seemed preposterous. This had to be some sort of trap. The din of whispered voices started at a dull roar then rose in volume. Half the room looked on her with sympathy and the others with greed, but all of their eyes were darkened with anticipation.

It wouldn’t take her even a second to decide. If the revolution was going to continue to flourish they needed Cade back. “Only a fool would reject such a favorable offer. We have to go through with it.” There wasn’t a single hint of hesitation in her voice. Just moments ago she had been furious with herself that she couldn’t do anything and, now like a gift, a chance to change the tide of the battle had been dropped in her lap. She would take it, no questions asked.

The assembly came to its conclusion shortly after that. A communication officer would soon be sending their reply and details of the rendezvous would be negotiated.


No time was wasted. Three days of freedom was all she was given before she and a small squad were dispatched to the meeting place. The weather was absolutely dreary, but even through that she could see two figures in the distance. One of which was much more familiar than the other. It was most definitely the commander. The other silhouette stood tall behind him, almost like an escort. His voice boomed across the concrete landscape. Lyric rolled her eyes at his manipulative message. It really seemed like these people honestly thought they were saving this world from something. The only thing she thought it could possibly be was happiness.

With a short sigh beneath her breath, the woman ran her thin fingers through her unruly hair, pushing it back and out of her face. With that little tick, she and one of the officers marched out to meet the other pair for the exchange. The woman stood tall as she walked, exuding an air of confidence. Her cold onyx eyes stayed trained on the man accompanying Cade. He seemed a little too pleased with himself for her liking, pompous even. It wasn’t until she was close enough to touch him that her eyes wandered to her mentor. She smiled and nodded as she passed him. The expression in his eyes was apologetic, like he wanted to say something but knew it wouldn’t mean as much as he wanted it to. To her, the look was enough.

Behind her, Lyric could hear his heavy footsteps fall in line with that of the exchanging officer. The deal was done. So long as nobody made any stupid moves, it would all be though soon. Now she was left to wonder just what they wanted with her. Before this point she didn’t allow herself to think about it. She didn’t want it to crack her resolve. And now, she only prayed that they might kill her. At least that way she could be made a martyr. A force to light a fire beneath those who fought for the same cause as her.
  Lyric Sawyer / Loxi / 2y 355d 17h 15m 55s
[center “You don’t want to live through this..”]
It was an observation made evident by the silence that pervaded the air. The fraying to and fro and the violent spasms had stop. However the voltage of electricity passing through him hadn’t. Intolerable pain flowed through his veins causing his teeth to clench out and his back to arch in agony. Hovering above the Earth in the infinite blackness of space, the interrogation and torture sessions had gone on. Pain had been inflicted in numerous ways. Drugs administered. All that hadn’t been enough to break the man which sat before them. Nodding his head, he singled for the pain to stop and it did so instantly. Lungfuls of air were gasped out as the male struggle to remain calm and wait for the next blow.. Yet there wouldn’t be any more suffering. No more physical torment.
An index and thumb lifted up a piece of paper and he turned towards the male. [i “She’s beautiful..”] He murmured as another hand began to stroke the paper in a licentious way. Turning upon his heels he held the paper up and instantly his captor’s eyes widen.
[i “You’re scared?”] He inquired of him. [i “Scare that she’d be beaten.. No. no.. Such a delicate flower requires to be handle with specially good care.. They agreed to trade her.. For you. Mmmhm. I’m going to enjoy learning how she.. Tastes.. Like.”]
“B..b..bas..tard..” A pain voice struggled to speak and the interrogator turned his eyes upon the male. It seemed that at long last he had finally struck a nerve deep inside of him. Setting the paper down on the table, he turned towards the male. Lifting a hand he step towards the gentlemen and smirked that evil smile which many had feared and broken under. Psychological games were his favorite to play. Inflicting scars was something anyone could do easily. However it was the deeply traumatic, that he loved to focus on. Those scars which seemingly lasted forever and never faded away were the ones which he couldn’t help but relish in. So, as he tilted his head backwards he smiled. [i “My men are in need of some good entertainment.. I’ll be sure to tell them to take extra good care of her before passing her onto the next squadron.. And while she’s entertaining my men.. I’ll be sure to tell her why.. How.. this could’ve been avoided if only you stopped playing the martyr and]
“N..N..O.. I.. I’ll… t..a.lk..”
[i “No need. I scanned your brain and everything you could’ve told me, was already known.. We’re only doing this to send a message. That is that our government can be negotiated with, as long as obedience is had..”]

It was a dismal and rainy day the meeting of the prisoner exchange.. Neither shackled or bruised, the prisoner walked ahead at gunpoint being soaked by the outside rain. Towering over him with hands behind back, was the man who was most infamous. Not a warrior, but a tactician, his psychological mind games made him fearsome. Above all he took dark pleasures in it. Watching the way people squirmed and writhed beneath his grasps.
[b “We are not oppressors. Or tyrants as you would believe. As agreed upon, we’ve allowed several of your prisoners go in exchange of one.. Here is one.. The rest have already been release to you.. Now, bring me the one you agreed to let go of..”]
  Marcus "Black" / Mr-X / 2y 355d 18h 35m 50s

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