Leon's mood had not improved as the day's wore on. The simple, monotonous, routine was nothing short of grating, particularly when he'd been so irritated with it to start. Even in his sleep he wasn't able to find any real semblance of peace, the benighted rats blighting him even there. The only comfort in this bleak world of continuous irritants was Aubre's presence at his side, both waking and dreaming. Though even that had it's drawbacks.

His wife was ever the stubborn one and as ever he tended to feel the brunt of the results. Though he managed to shield her from most of the issues going on, she seemed desperate to spite him whenever she could out of sheer pigheadedness. Whenever he wasn't looking he'd find her wandering off, slicing her hands open, or indirectly antagonizing one of the fool guards.

Worst of all were their trips to the feeding pit. Despite the results of her first intent she insisted on trying again, and again, and again, unable to simply accept that there was nothing she could do for the wretched thing. It failed. of course, again, and again, and again. And just as expectedly Leon intervened, being slammed to the floor, hurled across the room, hurled under its feet or simply pummeled by its sandal shod feet. Why exactly a pit monster was wearing *sandals* he'd yet to figure out, but he chalked it up to just one more indignity which he had to face, and for which they would have to answer for.

Fortunately, she did, at least, stop trying to hug it. Getting his wife out of the way of a rampaging beast was a good deal easier when she wasn't invading its personal space to make kissy face. The result was still the same for him, but it tended to result more in her simply being moved aside rather than forcefully shoved out of the way; something that he dearly regretted was necessary. Perhaps surprisingly, he'd made several attempts of his own to intervene with the creature; be it attempting to jump on it, rip the chain free, or simply duping it into ramming a wall and knocking itself out. Unfortunately at this point his body was so battered he was only standing through sheer force of will and thus there was little to no chance of him pulling off any clever feats of physical aptitude.

That didn't mean that he was compliant, however. He still refused to eat the poisoned confections, trusting that he'd be able to think of something before starvation rendered him truly inert. Likewise he'd continued hoarding sashes from the routine changes of clothes, and when summoned for the 'Laughing Hour', as they called it, he simply tied his hands together, rendering them unable to be directed. He remained silently glaring at the increasingly frustrated monkey, the pressure building in his head until blood began to leak from the mask once more. The guards that arrived to force free his hands received a pair of sharp blows to their middles, and that was all he recalled of that.

Despite his frustration at being unable to properly rest, he dutifully accompanied Aubre throughout the dreamscape as she wandered about. He himself paid it little notice, though the fact that it was both shared and lucid was rather interesting. They came across their pokémon amid their wanderings, but these two were quickly dismissed by him. They were all sound asleep, peacefully slumbering as though they had not a care in the world. He had known Aetius and Tiberius near his entire life and not once had they 'slept peacefully'. That pair were always on alert.

It wasn't all that bad, however. He'd spent more time with his wife these past days than in the past month. They'd even explored a few of the empty buildings, and though not real it was still something he could hold on to. A little spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, she was coming back around. That maybe they'd soon be sleeping together on their own bed rather than some dingy metal floor. At least he could dream.

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*What's the definition of insanity?
*It'd be easier to count the bones that aren't broken
*Pit is main I suppose
*Blame Dy for this being late
*God disadvantage sucksuJxEStmf

• player/ooc name: Kiane
• character tags: Leon Settentrioné & Axel Steele
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): N/A
• ic posts for characters: Leon & Axel
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"1. What is your favorite way to travel?"
Private plane. Speed, privacy, and comfort.

"3. What's the best and worst relationship advice you've ever received or given?"
'Don't act like your brother' and 'Just do what I do.'

"5. Have you told your loved ones that you care about them recently? If not, why?"
Of course

"11. Would you save our universe, even if it meant that all other universes would be destroyed?"
Yes
"Gut check: do you expect people to act in their own self-interest or in the interest of others?"
Virtually everyone acts with inherent self interest. That those interest coincide with another's is irrelevant.

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The walk up to their cell was excruciating. Each breath reminding him that things in his chest were moving that shouldn't. Though grey eyes tried to take in the surroundings, everything was covered in red.

Careful to swallow down the pain, he invited his amore to lay down on the cot. He insisted on it. With nothing else to occupy him, his minds returned to murder.

Tch. His side lit up like hellfire as his wife drug herself and the blanket from the bed beside him. "Aubre, non--" That look from earlier returned. The one that followed the punch. A different place, a different reaction.

Somehow, he eventually slips into a painful, fitful slumber. It is born of cold and exhaustion. A bit of rebellion against the bastards that ran this place.

When he awoke it is to a beautiful, clean city. Instantly, his hackles raise. While others gallivant through a dream, he finds the nearest bench and takes a seat.

This is a hallucination and there's nothing to be gained from engaging in it.

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*I'll make this presentable later, but this is the basic gist

The rest of the nonsense passed without his notice. He rather doubted any of the assemblage would take his advice, it was the 'dummy' ward afterall, and moreover he simply did not care beyond persistent curiosity. While it was intriguing to see the results, and the reasons therefore, something told him it mattered little. The imbeciles holding them captive did not seem the type to particularly care about the mores of democracy, let alone the will of their slaves.

When the ape halts its movement, the chain on its head rising as it performed a spectacular imitation of constipation, the frown returned. He saw no sign of anything altering within the room, and all within had cast their 'vote', so he could only presume that it was communicating with the others of its ilk. The fact that this seemingly required so much of its tiny little mind dropped its estimation in his mind precipitously. Whereas before he had seen it as a threat, potentially a grave one, now he realized it to be only a nuisance. It, like everything else in this accursed squalor, was quite simply a waste of his time, and he was absolutely furious that he was being forced to suffer through it.'

As they are corralled onto the platform like livestock, it takes every bit of his willpower to not reach out and strangle the nearest guard. At this moment there was very little he wanted more than to watch their blue faces turn purple, bloodshot eyes bulge in their sockets as they desperately croaked out their last gasp before he crushed their windpipe and moved on to the next. Yet, alas, the time was not right, and acting now would only result in little gain for the effort expended. Satisfying, but ultimately pointless. Instead he kept Aubre close to him, one hand around her waist to ensure none dared come near. When the lift rose and the shadow of the canid fell across them he once more turned her into him, sparing her the sight.

His grip tightens as the rest are ushered on, one hand entwining with hers and squeezing with a gentle pressure. He wanted her to know that, no matter what the cost, he would see her out of this. His life and those of everyone else in this pit were a small price to pay for her safety. The guards shove them out and his hair stands on end, hackles raised, every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained rage. Were it not for Aubre he likely would have lashed out then and there, results be damned, but for now he knew he could not. As much as it rankled, as much as he despised it, he had to play along for the moment.

Instinctively he moves to counter the brute that reaches for them, but he's unable to do so while continuing to shield his wife and so they are both thrown bodily from the platform, Leon pulling her closer into him and rotating so that he hits the ground first. Though it is not cold steel that greets them at the bottom, he is nonetheless knocked momentarily breathless from the impact, and it is a moment before he can right himself. The instructions are given, and once more the rage roars through him. It was all just so stupid. So insultingly ignorant that every command made him want to scream in indignant fury. But, again, he calms himself, and though he does not kneel he joins the rest in the menial labor.

A short time later his ears prick, the screech of metal scraping on metal ripping through his eardrums. It is all too apparent that a door has opened, and the thundering footfalls immediately following clearly indicate that it is not for them to exit. The screams that follow bother him not at all, merely serving as a beacon to draw his attention. At first he is unable to make out what has been released on them, but then, as it races back and forth, he manages to catch a few glimpses. What it is he can't quite identify, but he is nonetheless insulted further. Did they learn all their information on torture from bottom shelf horror movies?

Ignoring the cliche rampaging around the room, his eyes first turn to Aubre, then to the direction of the open door. Gears began to turn but before they could snap into place the chain on their necks did so instead, jerking his head back as it connected into the floor at their feet. "STUPIDI BASTARDI DEL CAZZO!!" This time he was unable to maintain his composure, the anger bursting out in a jet of insults as flaming eyes turned upwards towards the distant light. He was going to kill them. All of them.

Before he could do anything rash, however, his wife chose to do so instead. He heard her yell out and somehow, much to his distaste, he knew exactly what was coming. His eyes immediately jerked down to where she was attempting to placate the thing, because even here she couldn't resist the urge to fix the world. "Aubre... Do not..." But it was too late. The beast was startled and lashed out, and it was all he could do to interpose himself between them, the thorny vine digging bloody runnels in his arm as it wrapped around. With his free hand he grabbed Aubre and pulled her close, knowing that the tether made it almost impossible to remove her entirely from harms way. Just as he pulled her against his chest he felt its limbs slam in his back, the crack of bones audible as they were sent sprawling. Unfortunately he'd been unable to shield her fully, and as a rivulet of blood ran across his eyes he turned to see his wife gasping for air. A hot pain rips through his chest when he forces himself up, and he spits out the blood in his mouth as he once more moves, pinning Aubre to the floor until the beast has tired. "Silenzio." It was not going to be quick and painless, he'd decided.

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*Dummy Ward
*Leon is not a happy boy
*Really wants to do a murder
*Is currently down at least two ribs.
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There were many expected results of his pronouncements. Most likely was simply ignoring him, as he held neither power nor authority in this place; a fact that rankled deeply. Next of course was violence, another example to be made for the flock of what insubordination brought. Aubre jumping between them and trying to deescalate was a third, much to his displeasure. What he had not expected, however, was for her fist to collide with his face. Or, at least, the mask covering it. Normally she would never have managed to make contact; you didn't become the heir to a major crime family by being unable to defend yourself. This time, however, he was completely and utterly caught off guard. Never had he expected his peace loving wife to punch him, let alone straight in the face....yet, somehow, he found that he wasn't surprised. Likewise he was hardly angry, more proud, and were they not in some Kafkaesque bullshit scenario at the moment he likely would have immediately drug her to bed. Alas.

"Scusami.", came the response to her orders. Surprisingly, though unseen beyond the gauche mask covering his face, he grinned. "Più forte mammina." He chuckled softly, even as the first drops of blood began to fall onto his chest. With the mask firmly latched to his face there was nothing he could do about his now bleeding nose save let it go, the crimson vitae running down his face and chin before reaching the edge of its confinement and dripping onto ivory pectorals.

His mood soon soured again as the assemblage began to laugh. That too was an expected outcome, yet it nonetheless set his hackles on edge, irritation flowing through his body. Dearly would he love to have one of them within arms reach, so that he may pound them into the wall so thoroughly the only option would be to panel over their loathsome bodies. Yet, unfortunately, that was not an option. Not merely because they were not within reach, but because of the inevitability of reprisal. The moment he got his hands around one of their throats the ape would retaliate, and that would likely be the end of it. He needed to ignore them so he could maintain his watch over Aubre, for her safety was of paramount importance.

The punishments that came were expected, particularly for those who received him, though he did note the disparity. It seemed that the punishment met the crime, active hostility being meat with overwhelming aggression, whereas passive insubordination was merely met with derision. That was fine enough for him, and he thanked the fools for providing said information. He did not blink or turn as they were pummeled relentlessly, instead he merely stepped through the bars and turned his wife, pulling her face once more into his chest.

Unlike before, he held her there. Held her there was the would be thieves were given their mock hanging, adding more data to his mental banks. To him it only made sense, particularly given the ward. One truly was stupid to believe they could rob a psychic. As the screen flashed up, his grip tightened and his eyes narrowed. He was familiar with the site before him, the incident had been widely publicized afterall. But, surely this could not be their intended purpose? In but a few moments it became sickeningly clear that it was not. Now his arms became inescapable, no matter how hard she tried he would not allow his tender hearted love to bear witness to this play. His own clip curled in derision, disgust written plain on his face. Despite his family business, Leon had never cared for torture. It was a dirty, brutish business practiced by those without the wit or creativity to achieve their goals in a more civilized manner. The fact that it was all for show only improved the situation slightly, for those fools/ all seemingly believed it true. It seemed to him from the view on the, well, the closest approximation was monitors, that the 'Dummy Ward' was light a few members.

And then, at the end, simple logic puzzle. His disgust crew thricefold, and his indignation twice more. He released Aubre at last, knowing full well her actions, and simply sighed. He cast a regretful look down at her. "Go ahead." Leon himself? He merely seated himself and watched. The grand speeches, blind trust, and blatant self interest were as expected as they were worthless. Had he been aware of John Sullivan and his own logical conclusion it would have ended there. Sadly, however, the transmissions from the other wards were cut off, and so he felt compelled to be the only voice of reason, even as his pride drove him to the opposite. "Your location is apt. Despite what all of you seem to think, this test has nothing to do with the actual votes or the results therein. This determines the future, as I highly doubt these incompetents have the ability to devise something more competent for future rounds. The adversaries are known. When next you all play their little game, you will know that they either saw fit to ensure either the collective interest or their own. They will know the same. That selection will be tainted by this, as the next will by it. You are not choosing their present, you are choosing your future." And with that, he fell silent. His eyes lazily trailing across the ward, focusing on nothing in particular. There was nothing else to say, and he would not play this fool's game. Even if it led to Aubre's ire. Which it most certainly would. More chores, he supposed.

On that note, it was not long before a sigh emerged from his lips, curling them into a frown. Despite his disdain for all of this, and the sheer *humiliation* of this *idiocy*, he could not leave his wife unattended. Muttering a colorful assortment of foreign words under his breath he steped back to the mochi and pinched off a small piece of one. The frown only deepened as the chain encircling his neck morphed with the outer bars, curling into a sneer of disgust as he strode across the chamber and knelt next to her. "Let me." Deft fingers, trained by the best pickpocket he knew, skillfully plucked out the little gems one by one, placing them in an ever growing pile in Aubre's cupped hands. He silently swore to himself that none of these cretins would be leaving here alive.

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*Dummy Ward
*Leon is quite proud of his wife
*Likewise he's irritated at everyone else
*Shields Aubre from everything going on
*Advises the rest of the ward that they should bear the future in mind
*Refuses to participate and therefore defaults to Foresake

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He almost laughed. Stupid. Him.. Yet he did not, his attention being drawn to the cells around him. He'd listened to what he could make out from where they were; plans being made, riotous indignation, children. There was no connecting thread to the various personages, or at least he'd believed so. The Megalopolans were not normal beings, he knew that much. Therefore it stood only to reason that their priorities, including social ones, were not normal either. Which meant this seemingly random group of individuals had been plucked from their beds for a singular sin: ignorance. He'd already determined the staggering idiocy around him well before this realization, but it was not until his wife's warning that the pieces fell into place. Their jailers had deemed them guilty of the sin of ignorance, and sadly he could not disagree. His mind turned to his brother, perhaps the most ignorant being he'd ever know, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Come vorrei che tu fossi al mio fianco, invece."

As the machinery above whirred and scraped he closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds ass he tried to sift out the noise. He heard something jutter to a halt, the low sound of heavy footfalls thudding through the metal plates. Soon enough it continued, reavealing an elevator and its shaft, a sickly, brilliant light beaming from above. Riding the rackety lift was a pair of pokémon, some form of simian and wildfowl. As the Monkey stepped forth and the lift ground into action once more, it was readily apparent to him that the duo, was in fact a trio. The stop it had made before, and the footfalls after, led him to believe that another had departed before reaching them. And the thud below indicated that it had reached the bottom of the shaft. That meant at least four floors, though whether it was a tower or a hole was another matter entirely. Choosing the wrong direction would well be fatal, and so he simply filed the information away, should it become relevant later.

The moment the idiot in the other cell began pounding the bars, he knew what was going to happen. Leon had encountered psychics before and knew well the slight denseness of the air. Even had he not, the look on their warden's face was all too telling on its own. Quickly he turned, striding back to the rear of the cell and stopping just in front of Aubre. His arms stretched out, wrapping around her head and pulling her into his chest. He held this position, her eyes covered, ears muffled, until the final plop of wet meat hitting the floor. It was a sound he was also familiar with, much to his wife's displeasure.

Throughout he gently stroked her hair, whispering low so only she can hear. "Sarai al sicuro. Sarai al sicuro." When it ended he pulled back slightly, smiling comfortingly down at her before turning to face the center once more, the redhead carefully concealed behind his back. The arrival of the crates confirmed quite a few of his suppositions. The ape was indeed psychic, and relatively powerful at that. Likewise, the markings clearly indicated their 'ward', confirming that this had little to do with human affairs. As the boxes were opened and the circular loaves removed, he felt his face wrinkly in disgust. His heritage was screaming at him, every fiber of his being railing against such culinary mockeries. As a result, when the tray was placed into their cell he simply stared at him, his insides writhing in deeply insulted horror.

It was a few moments before he came back to reality, his eyes first going to his wife, then to the tray on the floor. With a sigh he picked it up and carried it across the cell, placing it on the desk next to her. With a deep, deep frown he reached down and plucked a small pinch to throw in his mouth. The moment it touched his tongue and the taste ripped through his body he spit it out, staring disdainfully down at the tray. "Veleno." Now he was insulted not only personally, but professionally as well. Still, he paused, remembering the scenes from before. His eyes turned to Aubre and he smiled. "Do as you are told." Compliance was a worthless effort, serving no purpose beyond survival. And that was precisely why he wished her to. She needed to survive, no matter the price.

Striding back to the cell bars he stared out, his face wrinkling once more as the sheep hurried to their tasks. His trained eyes easily made out the actions of a number of them, and while one part of him wanted to commend their initiative, the rest simply gaped at the stupidity of it. The ape's pranks on the more fragile of the group, and Leon found he had reached his breaking point. He could not simply stand here silent and allow such inefficiency..

"This is quite possibly the most inefficient and most poorly thought out form of torture I have ever seen." His voice rang out, making no attempt to conceal it as he fully intended the monkey to hear. "Poisoned food? Picking out rocks only to have them scattered about? Children are more skilled than this haphazard fumbling. This is a waste of quite literally everyone's time, not least of all yours." He looked directly into the apes eyes, his gaze and expression one of sheer disappointment bordering on derision. "You are intelligent, far more so than the chattel assembled here. Act like it. Either devise something worthy of one your caliber, or kill me now because I am not about to waste my time on this pedestrian torment." It was clear from the tone of his voice to the look in his eyes that he was not bluffing or attempting to deceive. He truly was insulted, and simply refused to be demeaned alongside his captor.

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*Dummy Ward
*Leon plays with his puzzles
*Comforts Aubre during the murder
*Is insulted at the quality of their torture.
*You do you Boss
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Once more Leon awoke to an unfamiliar environment, but this time recognition was not forthcoming. It was immediately apparent to him that he was not where he should be, and his first memory was of the he'd had, weeks ago now. But this was different. He wasn't sure why but something told him this was not the same occurrence, similar though it may be. This time he'd actually been abducted, which made things far more irritating.

Nevertheless, at first he made no movement, instead letting his senses soak in the environment around him. He could tell that he was lying on a steel floor, the clanking echoes telling him that the entire structure was comprised primarily of the same. The scent of rust and dank air told him it was not a well maintained facility. The regular thudding of boots on the floor indicated the presence of guards, though the number was difficult to ascertain. They appeared to be moving in unison, as though not in command of their own faculties. Clearly this wasn't about his financial activities. More pertinently, the mask on his face and chain around his throat indicated they were not open to reason. And, of course, most troubling was the absence of his own attire and the comforting feeling of a pair of pistols beneath his arms. It was a safe assumption that his pokéballs were likewise absent, though he trusted them to manage their own affairs.

When his eyes did open, it was a bare sliver, indeterminable behind the concealing mask. The prison was dimly lit, further confirming it as a stereotypical gulag. From where he lay he could see bars, a toilet, a chair and desk chained to the wall, and the occasional passage of someone outside. Most troubling was the presence of a bed, and he recognized the fiery locks laying upon it immediately. His brow furrowed as a cold rage swept over him; it was one thing to inconvenience him, quite another to accost his wife. He'd briefly considered simply escaping, but now a response was required.

And then came the screaming and shouts of indignation; he almost sighed. Clearly they were not the only ones held here, and just as clearly the others were completely out of their depth and of no use at all. The wisest solution was to watch and study, the more one knew that their adversary did not the better. But, of course, this was not a strategy that could be maintained forever, and it all too soon came to an abrupt end.

Next to him his wife woke in a start, and panic immediately set in for her as she sprang. This time he did sigh, his breath hot beneath the mask. While Aubre panicked he slowly rose to his feet, noting with ever growing fury that she was likewise attired. The implications of that were not ones that bode well for the wellbeing of their captors. As a result he stripped his own top, revealing the deep blue of his family crest etched into his skin, as well as the numerous scars across his arms and chest.

With measured steps he strode to where she was desperately assaulting the furniture. As he draped the extra covering across her he knelt next to her, folding her in his arms and speaking softly in her ear. "Silenzio mi amore, andrà tutto bene." He pulled her into his chest, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Ho bisogno che tu faccia esattamente quello che ti dico, si?" He waited for her confirmation before continuing. "Stai calmo e stai indietro. Stai zitto e rimani nell'ombra." The chiming of a bell caught his attention, diverting the majority of it toward the center of the chamber. "Ti terrò al sicuro, mi amore."

Now that things were beginning to move he placed a kiss on the top of her head and stood., striding calmly towards the front of the cell. Despite his nonchalance the position he took was carefully considered, his hands shadowed by the arrangement of the room and his body. It was this cover he used to first remove the sash from his clothing, and then begin to wind it around his hand, leaving a substantial amount concealed in his clenched fist. Silver eyes slowly scanned the other cells, recognizing a few faces but finding none he though might bear any value. Instead he examined the guards, noting the flash of skin and parsing it away with the other information. Yet as the platform began to descend, his eyes returned to the center of the chamber they were now in, awaiting the arrival of their 'host'.

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*Dummy Ward
*Leon awakes to find himself somewhere he shouldn't be, again.
*He's pissed
*Begins putting plans in motion

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Leon...

I disagree.

Leon...

Because he is insane.

Leon...

Open the door?

Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

Leon...

But my responsibility. I was careless. I am truly sorry Aubre.

Leon...

So would I.

Aubre McKenna-Settentrione