towerofanimus | Freedom Can Be Confusing

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Freedom Can Be Confusing

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2nd_dii2ciiple & whoever would like to talk to him!
Setting: Room 2-08 and surrounding areas
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Summary: He's... not quite sure what to make of this
Warnings: slightly broken troll ahoy

The first thing he noticed when he woke was that he was not where he was supposed to be. There was no sign of his control block, or the biowires that should have connected him to his ship. The constant ticking of the computer in the back of his mind was gone as well - he wasn't connected to anything at all.

Panic tried to encroach as his conditioning insisted that he needed to get back to where he belonged right the fuck now, but he fought it off. He hadn't brought himself here, so it wasn't his fault he was disobeying. And flailing around in blind panic wasn't going to get him back to his station any faster.

Besides, if he was very lucky, this might be his opportunity to finally break free of his punishment of slavery. He'd almost lost hope that this moment would ever come.

The distress of finding himself dressed in plain white without even the tiniest indication of his symbol was enough to distract him long enough to read the letters and scout the tiny room. Thankfully a cursory search was more than enough to reveal the clean change of clothes waiting for him in an otherwise empty trunk, and he changed quickly.

Not a single hole for the biowire connectors. No sign of his hated helmet. He felt more like the Ψiioniic than the Helmsman, for the first time in nearly a sweep. Although he couldn't remove the collar, and he assumed the blue colour meant he was now owned by a blue-blood of that shade. It was actually a fairly ingenious method of identification. The problem was that he had no idea who it was, or where to find his new master.

Or, for that matter, why the Condesce would have suddenly decided to sell her most powerful Helmsman.

Time to find out what was going on.

Outside the room he found himself in a corridor full of doors just like the one he'd come out of. He turned to look back at his door, and saw a list of names, presumably the occupants. His was the last.

Right above it was a name he'd thought he would never see again. The Signless.

Just the sight of it was enough to send his panic rushing back in on him, intensified by the forbidden name. He reeled against the wall, staring in shock and disbelief. It couldn't be him. The Signless was dead.

And a part of Ψiioniic had died with him.

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Ψiioniic peered up through his bangs, and winced when he saw the expression the strange alien was giving him. But he didn't seem angry, and his words were even praising. The grin didn't really bother him, he'd seen much worse on the faces of both the Condesce and his previous owner. High-bloods were not known for their kind, gentle, sane natures.

"Yeth, high-blood... uh. What should I call you, thir? I don't know if that's correct." He hesitated to use 'master', since that title should be reserved for one's actual owner and he had no idea if this was his. But hopefully the alien wouldn't be angry with him for daring to ask a question.

Huh. Someone else had already done the house-training of this creature... and then abandoned him, leaving this perfectly serviceable slave to practically crawl into the arms of anyone he sees is worthy of his respect! Brilliant! The de--, er, 'troll' who had done this is truly a master of his craft!

"My name is Mao," he told the troll, still smirking. "But you can call me Overlord."

"Yeth, Overlord," Ψiioniic answered quickly. At least it was something he could reliably say without sounding like an idiot, even if he was distressed or in pain. He never could manage the Condesce's title without mangling it while she was punishing him, and that always seemed to infuriate her further.

Remembering the alien's earlier question, he hastened to answer. "I wath just trying to figure out where I am, and what I'm supposed to be doing. I jutht woke up, I don't understand what's happening. Forgive me for not doing what I am meant to be doing." He lowered his head again, half expecting a blow.

Oh man oh man oh man. This is great. This is the best possible redemption Mao could get for what had happened earlier. But first... slaves were meant to get orders, right? And Mao could not stand for a slave without an order. "Well, since you're mine now, you should come help me find a suitable room for my laboratory. All of these are too small; none of my equipment will fit in it." He's deciding to temporarily ignore the fact that he doesn't actually have any of his equipment.

So this was his master after all? Well, at least he knew whose orders to follow, now. "Yeth, Overlord," he answered, and shuffled hesitantly to his feet. He was ready to duck back down to his knees at the slightest hint of displeasure, but he didn't see how he could help to search for a room without standing up.

"All of the rooms on this floor seem to be worthless," Mao told the significantly taller troll as they walked. "We're going to work our way down to the bottom, and if that doesn't work, to the basements. All of the best rooms for a secret lab are always in the basements." Yes, this is the logic he employs on a regular basis; the boy grew up on manga and video games, he doesn't know much different.

"If you thay so, Overlord," Ψiioniic said, trailing along behind him in a sort of numb despair. So much for his hopes that he would be able to use this chance to break free. He'd just traded one owner for another - though at least this time he wasn't physically bound into a ship. There might still be hope.

He had no idea what this alien was capable of, though, and he thought he'd better observe carefully before he made any attempts to break free, however.

Signless was just on his way back to his own room to search it more thoroughly when he saw something he hadn't expected to see.

His best friend. And some guy he didn't really pay attention to. He jogged towards them, raising a hand. "Psi! Thank fuck you're here."

Mao looked up just in time to see another one of those troll things walking up to them. "What do you want?" He stopped and shot the creature a glare. "What, are you a slave too?"

The sound of that voice was so unexpected, so blessedly welcome, that Ψiioniic actually stopped dead in his tracks, forgetting all about the fact that he was supposed to be following his new Overlord.

Until Mao spoke, anyway. Remembering the situation, he blanched. Under no circumstances, no circumstances, did he ever want to see the Signless become a slave. He'd rather watch his friend be tortured and die a thousand times than see him spend one day as a lowly slave.

"Signless! Run," he shouted, red and blue electricity suddenly snapping in arcs between his horns and gathering around his hands. He flung the power at Mao, hoping to attract the Overlord's attention to himself so Signless could get away.

He didn't even care that it would mean untold levels of punishment for himself. He'd sacrifice himself for his friend in a heartbeat, and count himself lucky for the chance to do so.

Signless was startled to be addressed that way by the whitehaired guy, but his expression instantaneously darkened. "I am not a fucking slave, nookbiter, and you had better not be giving my friend any gri--"

Oh look, Ψiioniic was overreacting. But as he was attacking the rude alien, Signless was all for it. He didn't run, though. Instead he gestured to the former slave. "Forget that asshole. Come over here, Psi!"

Conveniently, Mao was standing directly in front of the Psiioniic, so his electric attack pretty much sent the kid flying into a wall. Unfortunately, demons are considerably more resilient than humans are, so all Mao had to show for it was a pain in his shoulder and a nasty temper.

"Hey, wait a minute!" It didn't take him very long to be back on his feet, though he was still standing near the wall. "Just who the hell are you?!"

"No, Signless, pleathe run," Ψiioniic choked out. His power sputtered and died as his conditioning hit him hard. Attacking his master was so forbidden he shouldn't even have been able to contemplate the idea, and he wouldn't except that his extreme need to protect Signless, he'd had to.

Now waves of agony pulsed through his skull, as bad as any of his migraines had ever been. He collapsed to his knees, fighting just to breathe, hands clamped on his head as if he could physically hold his brains inside his think pan. "I'm thorry, I'm thorry," he babbled, sobbing and keening. "Mathter I'm thorry... Oh god, Signless, go!"

"Oh shit." Signless didn't know what had happened to make his friend lose his cool so badly, but there was no fucking way he was going to abandon his friend. Especially when the little alien hadn't even done anything.

He snarled and stepped directly between Ψiioniic and Mao, pulling his two sickles out of his specibus. He settled himself and lifted the sickles in a defensive posture, protecting his friend.

"I'm the Signless," he snarled. "Also known as the Messiah of Peace, and the Vision Speaker. And this is my best friend, the Ψiioniic. I'm not going to let you hurt him, so beat it, before I decide that violence is the way to go in some situations."

Mao knew about as much as the Signless as to what was going on here. Didn't stop him from staring at the yellow-blooded troll with just the slightest knit eyebrow. He continued watching as the other guy walked over and pulled out a pair of sickles, standing in an almost protective position. (Aww. Very freaking touching. Now get out of the way.)

"You think I'm doing this?" He eyed the Psiioniic more pointedly now, repositioning his glasses. "Notice how I never said I was going to hurt him." Also notice how demons are really good liars when they need to be. And when a dude with horns is pointing sharp things at you, then you kind of do need to be.

Curled up in a ball as if he could protect himself from the phantom pains that were all in his head, Ψiioniic was barely aware of what the other two were saying.

When Signless took his sickles out, the conflict Ψiioniic was experiencing got much worse. Now that Mao had been identified as his Master to his conditioning, he was compelled to defend the alien against any and all threats. Signless was now a threat, but everything except Ψiioniic's conditioning was screaming at him to defend his friend.

Signless didn't expect the alien to have heard of him. In fact, the other titles he'd given to himself he'd made up on the spot just to sound at least a bit more impressive. He didn't really give a shit, right now. He just wanted Mao to back off.

"Fuck that," he snarled at Mao. "He's cowering because of something you said. You fucked up his mind, and you had better just turn around and fuck off RIGHT THE FUCK NOW."

He turned his head slightly, keeping Mao in view. He didn't know what the alien could do and remained on his guard. "Get up, Psi. Whatever he said to you, he lied. He's not your master. He's got a fucking collar, too!"

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Freedom Can Be Confusing

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Signless is going to flip his shit when he sees this, jsyk lol

Oh, I know. XDDD But Mao is so incredibly pleased right now. All his other slaves were trash.

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Should we call this thread done? :|b

and just have psi follow him around for the rest of forever? lol

Nope nope nope

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ahahaha oh boy here we go

Hoo boy

This. Is going to be a whole lot of fun. Or pain. Either one.

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Lookin' pretty peaceful over there, bro

Ahahaha this may be the worst panic attack he ever gets here

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