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Innocentia watched the prisoners line up in front of her, not that they had much of a choice. She was supposed to, quote on quote, torture them by beating them up. That wasn’t really her style, any clan could beat someone senseless, but this was the league, why not tap into their greatest fears? Really make them suffer and squirm. If a cat wasn’t kissing up to her paw begging for mercy than it was sufficient enough of a punishment. Torture worked by breaking the mind and body or at least some kind of emotional depletion. She doubted any of these cats really feared being beaten up, no, they looked a bit more interesting than that. Perhaps fearing disappointment or apples, fears were tricky, interesting like that, but they were also weak points that helped split a person's soul wide open. Whoever said she had a strict cat carnage diet was a liar, she feasted on souls too.
Innocentia stepped out, she was regal to look at, velvet soft to the touch white fur rolled down her body with beaming bright yellow eyes that shined through the veil of darkness. Her claws had a particular click against the Crypt floor as she walked past each prisoner observing them. In turn they were able to observe her past her regal composure to realize that the British childish sounding voice came from a kitten size proxy that sounded like a little girl than some kind of superior.
“If any of you think you’re going to make it out unscathed than you’re dead wrong cause even if you do make it out we’re scarring you right away. I will not have this beautiful dungeon be rated with positive victim reviews!” Innocentia said placing compassionate paw over her own chest, “Think about my reputation.”
She stopped when she was directly in front of the prisoners, “You will be held down and branded with the mark of a prisoner. Once that’s over with we can get started,” She said with a darling princess smile.
Cadet Zion flinched at the idea of being scarred, there was no way he could hide that from his dad. He knew he could easily play victim with this, not give the exact reason how he got caught up into this mess. But if he was scarred forever his family might blame themselves and that worse. By the end of this… If he was alive he’d have to damage himself more, make it look like a predator hit him than any league cat capturing him. Although that seemed hard, he pried his gaze off of Innocentia and looked to Miracle, because she’d know and so would Decimus. His ears flattened, if they couldn’t get out what hope did he have?
Miracle was a kind cat. A former Regime Chaman and a current Raiser with a high regard for life, generosity, and gentleness. And yet, this wasn't the first time she'd been in the League. Miracle had been born here, daughter to Liam and Adanna, grandchild to the Regime's former Commander Sean and the once Proxy Kenya, who was now long dead. It had been a long time since she'd left the bloodthirsty group she'd always hated as a young trainee, and settled in with her grandfather and other members of her family in the Regime. But she was back now, not of her own volition. At the same time, it was none too soon. Her brother, Liam Jr. had recently come to the Regime, telling of their mother's murder, his body maimed and scarred by some League cat.
She intended to get to the bottom of it, and right now, that meant she had to face her hatred and look towards the League. So, when they'd captured her, she hadn't fought, played the weak little Raiser without an ounce of fighting ability to her name. It was easy enough, and largely saved her from injury, those she had sustained wouldn't scar thanks to her careful care.
At the current moment, the honey eyed feline of rich chocolate sat down as Innocentia spoke, her eyes slowly looking out over their prison. Unlike Zion, the she-cat was entirely calm, though there was a dark sort of fire burning in her gaze, a terrifying look that made her fit more in with the tormentors than as one of the prisoners. Her tail twitched, ever so slightly brushing up against the Cadet beside her, her voice so soft as she spoke that only he could here. "Don't fight it. You'll need your strength to get out of here, don't waste it focusing on your pelt." They could get rid of the scars from the ordeal later, and she wasn't so naive as to believe they'd get out of here without the brands.
"So you're Innocentia, then? You're not half as cute as I've heard you described. You're right, this place is going to get terrible reviews. The quality of torture is lacking, and the proxy is about as bland as you can get." With the last sentence, she used her paw to brush lazily across the ground, as if writing the assessment in real time. She'd made a promise to herself a long, long time ago, that she would never let the League break her. And Miracle wasn't about to go back on it now.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 6, 2019 13:42:23 GMT -5
Magicnight was a Sunclan warrior. Born and raised there. Despite the clan's prickly attitude, she was a happy go lucky she-cat. Far too naive and trusting for this world. Yet she carried a sort of alien like charm. Things were looking up, not that they had really been down. She heavily expected that she was pregnant with her mate's kits, yet it was early and only a hunch. Still, she had no experience with the League, and this was like a nightmare in real time.
She looked over at the two Regime cats. Sure, they were enemies, at war. But Magicnight knew she couldn't bring up bad blood here. They were all captured here, so in a sense they were allies. For a short time, at least. Unable to help but shake at all the violence, she couldn't raise her voice like Miracle. Instead, she rested her tail across the base of Zion's, trying to comfort the young cat in whatever way she could. Even if it was pitiful.
Decimus's face was grim as he listened to Innocentia. His first instinct was to check that both Miracle and Zion were both alright. Zion was only a Cadet and Commander Mars's son. He knew that the commander would be out for blood if he knew of this. Perhaps the spies would find them eventually, but the league was dangerous. He wasn't sure if the Regime had the power to fight both the league and SunClan so there was really no telling what might happen to them at this point. "You'll be fine. For now bear with it and focus on surviving. Your father will be waiting for us." His quiet words were meant to encourage Zion. He hadn't said much to Miracle, but she didn't appear to be worried in the slightest. She was a raiser from what he knew, but at the moment she wasn't behaving like he might expect a raiser to act in a situation like this. It was odd, but he supposed he had other things to worry about at the moment.
Innocentia's heart shattered at Miracle's comment, she doesn't mean that, she's irresistible! She's only saying that because she's bitter about being tortured. Or... Maybe she really was ugly and the league just didn't want to get eaten alive for saying the truth. If so how long has she been so ugly!? No. NO! She had a cute little bell and a giant pink bow around her neck. She fluffed up the fur at her cheeks, she was okay, she had to believe that. There was too many honest and stupid cats in the league for it not to have slipped that she looked bad so Miracle had to be lying.
Cadet Zion withdrew a breath, it would be okay, sure they were in the league, but he hadn't tried to struggle away from his kidnappers instead worked on remembering every tree and rock he had passed so if he escaped he knew the way out. There weren't many cats here with them, if he wasn't killed right away he would definitely have a chance. From what he heard they worked on fighting all day and all he ever did was work on running. Miracle was right though and he slowly accepted this was going to happen to him regardless and one way or another his dad was going to find out and while he was nervous at first of the idea of course his dad should know about it. He looked up at Magicnight and placed a tail over hers, he hoped they all made it.
"Hey super weird request, can I be scarred like right under the eye at this grey spot, super weird I know. But like, I really hate the grey mark there and at least if I have a scar I always have a good ice breaker with people if I get out alive. And then if my bodies found... Then they'll know who did this to me. It just sort of seems like a win win?" Cadet Zion asked, but there was more to the reason he was asking this.
Innocentia looked up at Cadet Zion, but didn't look skeptical at all, "Yeah sure, I hate those awful little complexions too that by the way, I DON'T HAVE!" Innocentia hissed right back at Miracle. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Let's first do a little role call, let's all go around and introduce ourselves and if you don't I'm giving you your own name and backstory so I insist you all be truthful. Hi, Innocentia, proxy of Primal Instinct."
She gestured to Zion.
"Uh, Cadet Zion of Renegade Regime," Cadet Zion said awkwardly before looking to the other prisoners, he knew most of them, but he didn't know Magicnight.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 12, 2019 15:34:01 GMT -5
They all seemed too relaxed for Magicnight's taste. This was the LEAGUE, they were gonna get TORTURED, and she had an awful pain tolerance and was a below average fighter. Some Sunclan warrior. But she would improve if she got out of here and if not, she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. Her heart jumped to her throat at the top, but she didn't show it.
"Magicnight of Sunclan." Her tone sounded like fake confidence and she almost fell over from it. With that intro, she may as well die here, "Okay, wait, redo. Magicnight of Sunclan." She said again, this time with more of an edge and to her satisfaction.
Decimus's face showed none of the nervousness he felt. He supposed the pressure put on all of the mercenaries by Superior Shule had worked in his favor this time around. He was able to stand there stone faced as he looked up towards Innocentia. His response was simple and held no feeling at all. If nothing else, he would not let the league know that he was afraid . "Mercenary Decimus of the Renegade Regime."
Post by Honeystorm on Aug 17, 2019 12:42:00 GMT -5
"I see what my dear cousin Senescence sees in you. You could make crowfood look exciting by comparison." Her relative hadn't really visited the Regime in recent times, but all it took was hearing the whispers and rumors from her other relatives or the League itself to piece together a picture, and she had no problem at all in twisting the situation. It was entirely out of her usual character, but Miracle hardly looked the friendly Raiser cats had come to know her as. Of course, not everyone knew of her vendetta against the League, or her reasons for finding this predicament of hers perhaps a blessing from the Blind Protector.
"Name's Miracle. Former Chaman of the Regime, current Raiser. Oh, and former League cat. This place really has gone downhill in recent times, hasn't it? You can't even outfit a proper prison. How embarrassing." Despite the Proxy hissing back at her, the chocolate feline didn't appear fazed in the slightest, in fact the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch up almost in delight at Innocentia's displeasure, as if she enjoyed being able to get under the other's skin. It might get her killed, and if nothing else, she'd certainly make an enemy, but the League had never been a place for the kind or thoughtful. To show fear or weakness now would ruin any potential chance she had at joining this place. It ran on anger and cunning, and the only way she knew to deal with them was beat them at their own game.
