Fade to Black [Rue]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Life it seems will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters, no one else There was something about being chained down for years and years; something about being isolated from society; something about being completely and utterly alone.... Something about all of that really made a guy rethink what his purpose was; where he was going with his life. Being so alone had left him with enough time to try and answer his many questions. Sometimes it seemed as though he had come up with a suitable response, though he always ended up with more questions than answers. Did anything really matter in the end? What was he meant to do? Was his purpose really so easily defined? Was this all there was to his life or was there something more? There had to be something more, right? I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free It was just too much and no one was willing to give him any actual answers. However, even if he did get answers, would that stop him from questioning? Better yet, would he listen? The answer was no. Hell no. Coming up with all these unanswerable questions was fun and all, but it got distinctly less fun when someone tried to answer them. Bastards. Screwing with his games like that. He wasn't some self-mutilating, manic depressant, dainty, little kid. He didn't need to whine about his lack of a purpose in his terrible, painful life. He knew what he was meant to do. He was meant to stir some **** up. "Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel" There was a blaze of hellfire which illuminated the quarters for only a moment before it all went dark again. The only light at all came from the gleam in his eyes as he stood, right where he had appeared, clutching a small radio in his hands. One look around the place betrayed it as a dungeon. And not just one of those boring dungeons either, the ones that only had a few cells. This one - well, this one had cells too, but there was so much more! One couldn't walk too far without tripping over a mace or a whip or a- Was that a nail gun? Well, the point was that there was a bunch of stuff down here that all looked equally painful. Couple all these devices with those awesome, adjustable tables, or those coffin-like things with all the spikes in them and you had what would be either a very, very fun time or a very miserable one. It all depended on what side you were on, really. "Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me but now- FREAKIN' CHAINS!" He carelessly tossed the radio to the ground and bounded over to one of the sets of chains attached to the wall. Experimentally, he slipped one of the cuffs around his wrist and went about adjusting the position and the tightness. It was a tricky thing indeed. Too loose and it didn't hurt much at all. Too tight and it went numb much too quickly. One had to be certain that they had it just right so it would guarantee the right amount of constant pain. Luckily, he was an expert.

[ruetheday]

Places like this, in the simplicity of the cold stone and dirt, in the complexity of the almost complete darkness... In the blantant truth of unbreakable chains... Rue found sanctuary in this solitude, serenity in a lack of direction and a nameless sort of pleasure in the hopelessness and futality in any thought of the outside world. How long had she been here? It could be hours... it could be years... Maybe not even that long, maybe not at all, maybe in a dream... In places like this, time disipated, nightmares became reality and the worlds of real and pretend collided in an facinating illusion.

It was a she wandered into an unrecognizable chamber, she could have even been in this one beforehad, she couldnt be sure... That she noticed the first of many a being that might not be dead as he fitted himself to the chains of a nearby wall as if experimenting with them... But surely not for the first time. The way he held them was natural with ancertain understanding for what they were, in a way as if he intended them for that of his own suffering.

As Rue pondered this she drew closer, step by step the quiet click of her lace up boot's stiletto heels. She drifted unconciously by curiousity, upon his preseance... A most prominent one indeed. His aoura heavy upon her even from a distance, a uncomfortable, menacing feel... Yet it still brought her closer and standing barely two yards away, Rue managed: "Why are you here?"

It wasn't exactly witty or bright but Rue was so distracted just by his all around preasence that she had not the mind capacity or patience to think of something better. She was too busy trying the find a word for it... She couldn't put her finger on it... She wanted to say "powerful" but that wasn't quite it...

It was almost... Maybe... Hellishly Divine.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Mortals were such funny creatures. You could guarantee that no matter what you were doing; no matter where you were, one of them would show up. Burying a body at midnight in the heart of the woods? Well, someone just happened to be picking flowers at that time. Sitting by yourself on a bench in a crowded town square? Someone's sure to notice that you look lonely and come to sit right next to you. Browsing a nice selection of chains in some creepy dungeons? Got a person for that too. The bastards. That was his shtick. He glanced up at the voice behind him, smiling deviantly. It seemed as though this one had moved beyond the conventional greetings. Well that was rude. Although it did seem a little preoccupied. Yeah, he tended to have that effect on people. "Hello," He said in his characteristically low, melodic voice. As he turned to face the mortal, he suddenly remembered the chains he had been trying out. Mostly because he realized that one of his wrists was still attached to the wall. So, in one, easy motion, he yanked his arm away from the wall. There was a crumbling sound and the wall gave way as the chain was removed from it. With that task accomplished, he thought back to the original question. "That's a loaded question, my friend. Why are any of us here? What sort of sick god throws together some leftover parts from other animals to make a bunch of shapeshifting freaks, then throws them onto this undeveloped rock to essentially suffer for the majority of their lives before they die where they may then have to suffer eternally?" He allowed it a moment to consider that before he continued, "Oh wait, that's just you guys. I'm here to have a good time!" He walked around behind the creature, draping an arm across its shoulders. It happened to be the same arm that still had the chain attached to it, and it made a sort of clinking sound as he moved. "I assume that's much the same reason why you're here right now." Why else would they be here? Dungeons are there for you to torture people. The mortal didn't seem to have anyone with them, so that must mean it was looking to torture someone else. Those were his favorite kinds of mortals: the sadomasochists. With his other hand, he reached across it to grab the end of the chain, then he pulled it back and held it perpendicular to its neck. "You must have very particular tastes to end up wandering around down here. I never would have thought that we'd have so much in common." He nudged its neck, inhaling its scent. It was a good thing to remember. People changed all the time, but the scent remained mostly the same. It smelled like cat. He'd been consorting with a lot of cats now for some strange reason. That was okay though; he liked cats.

[ruetheday]

"No of course not, I'm here to chase unicorns in the underground sea of rainbow fantasmical magic fun fun." She said with her usual sarcastic, smartass tone going her usual deadpan. "Of course." Rue didn't take him very seriously, as ever concious as she was of the chain so close to her neck... Rue never took anyone seriously till they proved worthy of her regards, let alone respect and if her theory was correct, her just might be. An auora so strong entitled that. It was godlike. And his mortality was proven to be just the contrary in that last bout...

"So what might you have in mind?" She smirked that catlike grin, not bothering to turn around.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] He chuckled at the response, leaving the chains to clank together ominously. This mortal sounded like they'd be fun. Not like all the others who became unreasonably frightened after meeting a strange guy in a dark room and seemingly be threatened with asphyxiation. Man, people were just no fun. Oh, but this one... This one was special. He spun it around so that it faced him, placing a hand on either shoulder. "Know what... Miss? I like you! I think we could be good friends!" He continued to smile very broadly at her, the perfect teeth almost giving off a glow of their own. When she asked what he had in mind, he removed his hands from her shoulders and instead began to stroke the cuff still tight around his wrist as he contemplated this. Well, they had an entire dungeon filled with every sort of torture device imaginable. What on earth could they do... "Oh, I know! Let's play hide and seek... With whips!" Nodding enthusiastically, he spun her around again, already certain that she'd love the game. How could you not? It was freakin' hide and seek! It was like, the best game ever created! Unless you threw board games into the mix. But even then, it was pretty high up on the list. Adding painful instruments of torture to the game only made it that much more fun. "You be 'it' first, okay? No peeking!" After taking a few steps back, he released his skin and assumed his favorite jackal-headed god form. Being human for so long could get pretty boring after awhile. In the transition, he had also forgone the traditional need for clothes. Finally. He absolutely hated wearing clothes. What's more, those foolish mortals had this strange problem with people who walked around naked. It just wasn't "socially acceptable." That was bull****. If cats could do it, why couldn't he? Alas, the majority of the world didn't see it that way. He made due, of course, but only to be polite. Although now there wasn't anyone aside from the girl down here, there wasn't anyone to offend. For this, he was grateful. With that, he vanished, only to reappear elsewhere in the dungeon. He took a moment to wonder if she would actually play along. He sure hoped so. She seemed like a fun time. Plus, he freakin' loved this game.

[ruetheday]

Still comprehending the entire idea of being "it" in a game of "Hide and seek with Whips", Rue turned, her eyes trailing the strange man as he dashed almost gleefully into the darkness despite her lack of reaction or consent to the subject. Oh well, what could it hurt? It was a game. A rather interesting, strange game but hey, Rue wasn't complaining.

Letting her skin fall, Rue stood as lanky dark red nekomata, letting her eyes adjust more naturally into the infinite dark. Rue padded along on her hind legs... stopping to pick up from the floor a cat of 9 tails that had been tossed aside. She continued throughout the maze of devices left to wonder... Wait, who's doing the flogging?

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Trotting happily from one dungeon into the next, Argus never once stopped to consider how he was playing a game that he had next to no idea how to play. That wasn't about to stop him from making it up as he went along, however. So he stooped to pick up a whip that rested by his feet, as he assumed he'd need to use it somehow in the context of the game, and he raced off to find the girl again. After all, just waiting around to be found got boring after awhile, and he'd just recently finished playing that game. Following her scent, he slithered silently through the rooms, using his other senses to navigate rather than his sight. As he neared the girl, he stopped short and dropped to the ground, acting much like a cat stalking its prey. However, rather than pouncing on her when the time was right, he sprang to his feet, crouching just behind her as he wrapped the whip loosely around her neck and rested his head upon her narrow shoulder. "I knew it," He muttered, though she couldn't possibly know what he was referring to. He knew she'd be a cat. His senses- Well okay, they did lie to him on occasion, but he still had pretty good faith in them. But now onto the point. She was a cat. He was a dog. Did that really seem so perverse to the world? Cat or dog, couldn't they all just get along and murder each other in the name of love or some ****? Nudging the fur on her neck with his nose, he took another, good inhale. "You smell nice for a cat." Hm, was that a backhanded compliment? It also seemed to have a bit of a double meaning to it too. However, it was meant in the most innocent sense. Honestly. Running his fingers through the fur on the top of her head, he craned his neck so that he could see her face. "So, you want to hide now? Or do you want to pick a different game to play?"

[ruetheday]

Now questioning the whole point in all of this, rolled her eyes a little dissapointedin the lack of the usage of whips in this supposed game of hide and seek. She guessed it more to be an opportunity for him to find out what her true form was. How that was relevant surpassed her.

"Have you got any other fun games, I mean, we're in a dungeon filled with bloody every kind of torture device known to man! Any ideas?"

She turned facing him head on and in one swift movement brought herself against him, throwing one arm around his shoulders and letting the other drag the cat of nine tails, lightly along his back.

"Unless you'd like me to give it a go?"

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] She had such nice, soft fur. Argus was perfectly happy just stroking it; running his fingers through it and making funny, little designs. She didn't seem to care much for that, however. In fact, she seemed downright annoyed. Why that was was beyond him. When she spun around to face him, he had to take a step back to steady himself, putting his arms around her back as she moved closer to him. He shivered slightly as he felt the whip drag across his back. It wasn't so much the feeling itself that made him shiver, but rather it was the knowledge that she could do so much more for him with that whip. It made it harder to pay attention, but only a little. "We could play fetch?" He smiled coyly, leaning down to press his nose against hers. Such a fun mortal she was. She liked games that caused pain. Whether it was pain inflicted on herself or others didn't matter too much. He could make due with either. Or both. "I think I know the types of games you like, and I think I might be able to spare the time to play some with you." Grabbing her shoulders, he forced her against the wall. Stooping down a bit so that he was at her level, his face hovered only a few inches from hers. "My only request is that I get to be the guy."

[ruetheday]

It was refreshing how gentle yet still rough he was towards her, she didn't mind playing victim. Hell, it was easier to be the submissive rather than the dominant. She really didn't mind either.

"Of course." She smirked. ",if you think you can handle me. I must say, I've been a naughty, naughty girl and I still haven't got what's coming for me."

Rue liked where this was going. Refreshing, intriguing but most of all, it was gonna be a rough one. It'd been a while, so many tender, soft boys. Rue liked variety. And that was surely what this guy was.

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Argus had since tossed the whip he had onto the ground in favor of prying the cat o' nine tails out of her hand. It had eight extra tails, so that must mean it was eight times the fun. Besides, there was also some sort of irony to be found in the weapon's name. Of course, he wouldn't spend time dwelling on that. There was something just a little more important on his mind right now. "Tsk, that's no good. We really can't let you go unpunished, now can we?" He brought both of her hands up on either side of her head and swiftly secured them in place with another set of chains that were attached to the wall. Rather than tighten them to just that special amount where it would cause her a steady, constant amount of pain, he simply secured them as tightly as possible. His main focus was on keeping her right there, not hurting her. Yet. It simply wouldn't do to have her trying to run off in the middle of everything. True, she didn't seem like she wanted to, but one could never be too certain. Leaning against the wall, he inspected the whip's fine craftsmanship, stroking the handle as he contemplated what to do with her. There was oh, so much that he wanted to do, but which ones would make the cut? And where should he start? Well here was one thing. "Hm... So tell me about yourself, dear." He let the whip fall to his side as his other hand went up to trace her ear, then her jawline. He had decided that one of the things he wanted to do was to get to know her a little better. With them being alone together in this dungeon, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Now, what was really so bad about getting to know someone?

[ruetheday]

Letting him shackle her she leaned against the wall brimming with excitement for what was to come. She mights as well have climaxed already. Rue had a certain fondness of being chained... Though she was never only to flee, it always felt like a sort of seal on the deal. And as he stroked her face she a short purr can from her as well as that lovely, lovely "Come hither~" expression Rue just so happened to be so well known for. He eyes were on his every move as her anticipation grew.

The question made her stop for a moment, they really had skipped all of those exchanges with names... almost meaningless information but still, Rue liked to be able to list off all she's slept with. This one none-the-less. And the only way Rue exchanged information was eye-for-an-eye. Anything you knew about her, she knew about you. Nothing more, unless its on your part and nothing less, long as its on you.

"Well, I guess first off: name? Rue." She smirked, stretching in her chains before leaning back against the wall. "Now then, who are you?"