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Post by Narrator on Dec 15, 2007 14:47:57 GMT -6
The recruits snap to attention in formation of a straight line. Most follow the orders save the dark elf who rolls his eyes and straightens up much slower than the rest. He rolls his eyes at the cadet comments and continuous noises of disapproval and lack of interest come from his direction. The Nightmare pays it no mind but he is being distractive to the Pe'ri and the Fallen as they shoot looks to him to get him to stop. Unsuccessful they ignore him and regain their composure quickly before Lysandor calls them down for their distraction.
The dark elf raises his hand. He smarts off, "Yeah... I got a question... When exactly are you going to be getting to the point and get this waste of our time over with?"
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Dec 16, 2007 16:00:17 GMT -6
Nyxereos snaps to with unusual vigor. He stands tall and sharp with his glare burning a figurative hole in the wall across the field before him. His ears hear the sarcastic warrior beside him and he fights his instant compulsion to discipline the Dark Elf severely.
Instead he wars between his ears to take control, though he has no real reason to other than to assert his dominance and dispense sweet acts of severe vile cruelty. The small bits and pieces of his former command that spark dull emotions to lead spur his misguided compulsions behind his glossy orbs. So he shall retire and simply stare full ahead not to break formation. Still that nagging urge to do something and likewise his compulsion not to care either way is only driving him mad behind his unwavering exterior.
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Post by Ciel on Dec 29, 2007 14:59:39 GMT -6
Ciel smiles at his skin for the briefest of moments. As her fingers run over Regent's brand she gets an odd look on her face, but smiles again. "It seems that this mark will help you on your way."
At his rebuke on her compliment, Ciel's eyes grew cold for the briefest of moments. "You would do well to have some respect for those who have helped you, youngling. Our Chancellor could easily have killed you, yet he allowed you to join Hell's greatest warriors, merely on your skill. Doing what one is told is not the worst thing in the world. Were you not slave to your other master's words? Were you not his trained monkey, doing exactly what his voice commanded? Do not stand here and waste some of the only kind words that you will endure here. If I were you, I would be proud to be breathing. I would be proud to be one of Hell's Elite candidates, such as you are. "
She got right up in his face and whispered to him. "I have been a piece of property, and then a pet and now they wish me to be a Lady. I know what it is to do what harms you. But you become stronger for it. So heed the teachings you have and be the best Elite that you can be. Be something. Do not waste the gifts you are being given."
She went to walk away and heard the dark elf's silliness. She shadowed up to it and grasped it by the throat, showing a great bit of hidden strength. "You will speak to Master Lysandor with respect or I will personally tear you limb from limb and if you do not believe me, " she tightened her grip and cut off his air supply, "I can show you."
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Post by Lysandor on Dec 30, 2007 11:27:43 GMT -6
Lysandor puts a gentle hand on the one Ciel is using to choke the Dark Elf, but makes no move to try and break her hold or force her to lessen her grip. He speaks so that only she can hear, and of course the Dark Elf, but he has more important things on his mind, like trying to breathe for example.
"Your actions on my behalf are greatly appreciated, Lady Ciel," he says quietly. "It shows that beneath your exterior of Court Pet, there is something more than just a spark of independent thought. Treasure it, let it grow, and you will become something you so desperately deserve to become."
He turns to the Dark Elf with a simmering glare in his sterling eyes, and speaks loud enough for all the cadets to hear. "Just what part of this is a waste of time, cadet? Skilled though you undoubtedly are, and selected by your commanding officer to be given the honor of becoming Elite, you lack discipline. Without discipline, you are merely another soldier trying to become something he is not ready to become. I suggest you learn to show respect to your commanding officers, and to discipline your tongue. I have no qualms about removing that which needs to be removed. And next time, Lady Ciel will not be there to take the initiative in your punishment. Be grateful to her, for she is much more lenient than I am."
He keeps his glare on the Dark Elf, but he is slightly surprised. He expected the trouble maker to have been Nyxereos, yet the newly Fallen had been the better by far. Lysandor takes note of this, as well as the actions of his other cadets. It is too early for him to be certain which will rise the furthest, but already he has ideas.
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Post by Narrator on Dec 30, 2007 12:08:25 GMT -6
The look of total surprise in the elf's eyes make his slits widen as he gasps for air. He drops to a knee as he knows he had best not try to escape Ciel's grasp for the fear of being defenseless to the hords of demons who would surely rip him to merciless shreds for attempting to counterattack Regent's newest representative. The other cadets smirk but remain firm as the elf gasps.
"*Eerrrkkk... cccaaakkk*.... I.... a a a apol...ogi...i...ze... *erk*. he struggles to say his look very sincere. Looking to Lysandor for assistance or any glimmer of pity as he speaks to Ciel.
"I... will... *ack* obey... m m master..." he says as his eyes begin to roll into his skull.
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Post by Ciel on Dec 31, 2007 3:20:47 GMT -6
Ciel smiled evilly as Lysandor put a hand on her. She tightened her grip a little more, just for spite. At Lysandor's kind words, she inclined her head the slightest bit but did not take her blazing eyes off of the dark elf. "Thank you for your lovely words Master Lysandor. I would love to exact all of your justice for you, especially if they all had the leaden tongues of this one. I should squeeze him until he breaks just for this..." Here she lowered her voice. "And just for you, I will most certainly treasure my newfound direction. I will use it to my advantage as best that I can until we find my Queen again."
At Lysandor's speech, she leans into the elf 's face again. "If you would like to see just how 'lenient' I am, push me. I will delight in pushing back. " She let her voice get low and dangerous. "Please. Push me."
When she saw the look and heard him gasp, she giggled. As he hit a knee, she pushed a bit harder on his airway to make him pay attention more. She wanted him to hurt and she wanted him to feel his insubordination. "Apologizing to me is all fine and well. And saying that you will obey is very nice. However, it will be a great thing to see if you are saying so just so that I will not kill you. I could do so and you would be helpless. Pray that Master Lysandor feels merciful towards you and asks me politely to let you go. Otherwise, your fate is sealed."
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 9, 2008 10:02:48 GMT -6
Lysandor's grip tightens every so slightly, just to remind Ciel that he is still there. "Not just until, but even after. Such potential and such loyalty and love does not go unnoticed, even in Hell."
He turns his gaze to the Dark Elf, his expression fading. His words are directed at Ciel, but his eyes remain on the insubordinate cadet. "If you would, my lady, release my cadet and see if he has learned his lesson and will apply it to all future situations. I am curious to know if you are as good a teacher as you are a dancer."
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Post by Ciel on Jan 9, 2008 21:56:37 GMT -6
Ciel smiled just as evilly as she let the Elf go. She could hear him gasping for breath and she liked it. She looked into Lysandor's sterling eyes and said, very low. "I merely await the day that she returns Master Elite. After that, I will be more than glad to return to what status I held before all of this. If she were to waltz back in here right now, I would give up everything that I have gained just for her touch. I trust you know how I am feeling..."
At mention of her being a teacher, she quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms daintily. "I will do whatever you require of me Master Lysandor. Of what kind of subjects do you believe I am capable?"
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 14, 2008 19:17:50 GMT -6
Lysandor's eyes fall when Ciel mentions their beloved Queen. His words are very soft, as though he is unaware that he is even saying them. "If she were to return this very moment, I would give up everything . . . but I failed . . . Failed Hell, failed our Queen . . ."
He snaps back to the present, pushing aside such thoughts and feelings. He has different duties to attend to that require his full attention. Now is not the time to dwell on past failures, no matter how much they fester inside him.
Lysandor forces his expression back to its usual stoicism. "I believe you are capable of a great many subjects, some you yourself are unaware of. But for now, I believe the lesson in respect and discipline shall do nicely."
He turns back to his cadets, trying his best to keep his mind on the task at hand. "Are there any more questions, or shall we continue?"
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Post by Ciel on Jan 15, 2008 11:28:50 GMT -6
Ciel nods to him, respectfully allowing his faltering to go unnoticed. If they would have been speaking privately, she would have tried to comfort him, but not here. He deserved better than that.
She held her head high and nodded to him. "I have no more questions." She smiled and curtsied to him. "Let us begin Master Elite."
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Jan 15, 2008 13:19:10 GMT -6
The momentary pause did not escape Nyxereos' attentions. His steely eyes scowl as he can't fathom that a fallen would have remorse or allow for sentimental emotions for the damned of hell, much less the Queen herself. Collateral damages are the acceptable cost of revenge.
Regret, revere, pride are as foreign to him now as the pearly gates.
Nyxereos remains silent... almost stoic... but he is clearly disturbed by his perceptions and his look of anger on his silvery face is amplified by his growing lack of remorse... or discerning conscience.
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Post by Narrator on Jan 15, 2008 13:29:08 GMT -6
The remaining recruits stand tall and are ready to begin. The dark elf still sits on his kneels as his throat is still crimped and is suffering from labored breathing and near asphyxia. His pride severely bruised he struggles to maintain his upright position. "Thanks you... Master..." he grovels.
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Post by Ciel on Jan 17, 2008 9:06:21 GMT -6
Ciel took a second or so to glance back at Nyxereos. He still looked disgusted. This time though, there was a bit of disgust for Lysandor's very brief show of emotion as well as his situation. She wanted to go to him and slap that face. She wanted to beat him soundly. She wanted to make him feel an iota of what she and the Elite were housing in their hearts...
But it was not her place. She could speak until she was blue in the face and the youngling would still be arrogant. He would still think that his loss overshadowed whatever they had gone through. The little brat still thought he was better than the beings that were being so kind as not to kill him, but to teach him. To allow him to breathe and make him one of hell's Elite.
She still did not trust him. And when her Queen returned to her, she would not let it near her. She would not allow this thing to besmirch the love and respect that her Queen demanded and received from her. She would kill him if she even thought that the youngling was going to go back on his word...he would pay if he misstepped. She would be sure of that.
She turned her head back to Lysandor quickly, her face almost a soft stone. She was politely waiting for Lysandor to impart whatever she was to be charged with. She could have her rage at the new Elite candidate later.
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 17, 2008 9:27:33 GMT -6
Lysandor looks over the cadets, again master of himself and his features.
"As with every squad of cadets, there is a squad leader," Lysandor says with a strange, evil glint in his eyes. "Usually, this individual is selected after the cadets have had a chance to prove themselves, but in this case, I believe the choice is obvious." The Fallen turns to the "lucky" cadet. "Nyxereos, you have that honor. If I am unavailable or unfit, you will fill in for me in my responsibilities over your peers. But keep in mind that while their success reflects on you, so do their failures. While their success will be attributed to themselves, in part, you will share in the reward. The same goes for failure." He looks at the other cadets. "I leave it up to you to choose a second worthy of the title."
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Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
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Post by Nyxereos on Jan 21, 2008 13:56:11 GMT -6
It takes Nyxereos a moment to realize he has been chosen by Lysandor as the squad leader. He tilts his head in bewilderment a its implications and then he simply nods as he begins to understand.
He simply mouths the words, "By your command... Master Lysandor." with the look of utter distaste swirling in his black orbs. This sorry bunch just got the worst kind of second in command. A psychotically deranged, arch demon suffering from an exaggerated obsessive compulsive dissorder with a huge chip on his shoulder.
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Post by Narrator on Jan 22, 2008 15:54:53 GMT -6
The recruits look indifferent to Nyxereos' field promotion by Lysandor. The elf has no remark as he returns to his feet in line. The rest look dumbfounded to choosing a 3rd in the chain. The female fallen speaks up. "Excuse me sir, permission to speak." she asks in very confident fashion.
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 22, 2008 16:53:06 GMT -6
Lysandor nods at the female Fallen. "Permission granted, cadet."
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Post by Narrator on Jan 22, 2008 17:39:06 GMT -6
She snaps to attention: "By your permission I would volunteer for the honor of 3rd. I have commanded many in battle and I am well suited for logistical, tactical and situational preparation. Additionally I am a highly decorated medic and commanding officer of my first strike flight company...Sir! She says with real presence and stature despite the unflattering little yellow tunic barely hiding her very fit feminine form.
The others simply stare at her. The NightMare simply stands strong and silent. not moving or saying a word. Only his wings move as they get tighter into his slick black frame. The elf simply rubs his throat and winces.
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 22, 2008 19:06:26 GMT -6
Lysandor listens to the Fallen list her qualifications with no outward expression. "If Nyxereos will have you, then it wil be done."
He steps back to Ciel, a very faint smile on his face as he watches the cadets and Nyxereos. He speaks low enough for her ears alone. "Another Fallen around him might make him realize that his suffering is not so unique as he believes, and may temper his cruelty towards the other cadets. Time shall tell."
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Post by Ciel on Jan 22, 2008 22:55:59 GMT -6
Ciel speaks for his ears alone as well. "Do you honestly believe that, Master Elite? Do you believe that he will actually pick up his game and become the leader he should be? I am not completely convinced yet that our youngling will lead, nor will he do so purely because he wishes to please you. He will do so to spite you."
She shifted her weight and smiled. "Do you believe that he will lead well?"
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