Key-Tokki Posted February 18, 2015 Share Posted February 18, 2015 If you want peace child, Then you must first prepare for war. It was dying, or rather, it had really died a long time ago. The earth had been home to humans for thousands of years, given them water, food, resources, everything they needed to live and prosper. However, there was no sentiment of gratitude towards the planet, humans just took everything they needed, never thinking about the harm they were inflicting on there planet or the future consequences of there actions. On top of that, in 2050, a satalite was sent out, which discovered a planet that held the creatures named as Morphia on it, this planet, dubbed Graciea Nebis, was home to only a few hundred Morphia, there planet was dying because of a war between two clans. This war had lasted many hundreds of years and now, the sky was full of ash, the forests were burned and decaying, corpses littered the land. The humans agreed to bring the Morphia back to earth and save them in return for Morphia joining there military and helping to over all improve the quality of life. However, even on earth battle between the Morphia broke out, and that only aided to the pollution and destruction of the earth. The two clans once again rose up against each other, and each country took a side, many nuclear bombs were dropped, the population of the earth dropped down from the billions to the millions, and then the thousands. Humans blamed it all on the Morphia and rose up and dubbed them the enemy, all but a hand ful were annialted. 200 years later Humans had once again gone back to there normal ways, however all the fighting had ruined the earths atmosphere, and the earth was practically unlivable now. The level of toxins in the air only continued to grow and it became clear that the earth could no longer be a place to call home. A group of 100 men are sent into space on an air craft known as Divinity, among these men, there are but two Morphia, who are there to protect the humans on there mission to find a new place to call home. There are ten teams of ten, A medic, A Soldier, A Morphia fighter, A Pilot, An Archetect, A Scientist, A Charger and three more guards. If they find a planet that looks suitable, the teams will be sent down to inspect it and see if it is in fact ,livable. Please message me if you want to play, this is a one on one rp, you can pick whoever you want to play as but I prefer to be the submissive. :] ____________________________________________________________________________ Name Haku Aztueya Age 214 Species Morphia Position Uke/Seke Personality Haku never new much of his home planet, spending the majority of his life on earth, amongst a foreign species called humans, who hated his kind and subsequently, him. Because of this he grew up generally by himself so he is extremely anti-social, and easily gets annoyed at the childishness of others. He is definitely not quick to anger, usually a very calm and impassive person. However, is kind were raised to be fighters on earth, so when he has to, he can be extremely violent. His downfall is his apathy towards most people, he cannot bring himself to really care about those around him. Likes Haku really enjoys the quiet, and human arts fascinate him. The way they can just throw some paint onto a canvas and give it a magestic name then sell it for riches always humored him. His kind generally, greatly detest human food, however he does enjoy warm hot chocolate, or a good sweet roll every so often. Dislikes Haku has an over all detest for humans, he thinks that the way he has been treated his entire existence is unfair and unjust of them. He dislikes all human meat, all vegitables, most dairy products, his diet consists of the hot chocolete and vitamin pills. He hates the hot weather and sweating as an effect of it. Despite what he was raised to do, he would prefer a peaceful existance, as opposed to one where he is a fighter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 20, 2015 Share Posted February 20, 2015 [table=width: 400, class: grid, align: center] [tr] [td][/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Name Logan J. Adler [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Age 25 [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Species Human [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Position Seme/Seke [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Nationality German/American [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Personality Logan developed a skin like steel at a young age; with a German father, his actions were constantly under heavy scrutiny, and the young boy was determined to do everything he could to impress him. His American mother left Germany when he was only 6, and he has never seen her since, further placing him in his role as "Daddy's boy". Going into the German military made him cold and hard headed, and if he put his mind to it, he could accomplish anything. This is exactly why he was chosen to be on the air craft Divinity; they knew of his strengths in battle, and decided they could use him as a charger for their mission. Despite what most people might believe, Logan actually cares about the world that he grew up in. The thought of how careless his ancestors were taking care of the Earth makes him feel sick with disgust and shame for taking part in it. But he doesn't let these feelings get in the way; he only has a job to do, a mission, and was mostly in it to get paid. He was a human weapon; expendable. A tool to be used in war, and in battle; has he ever been anything else? [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Likes If you were to ask him, Logan would be quick to say that he liked his gun. A shiny, dark Beretta, reliable to use and beautiful in action. But in secret, the man actually enjoys small pleasures, such as reading a book or even cooking in his free time. If the Earth wasn't nearly destroyed, Logan would have been an outdoorsman, napping beneath trees with a book propped against his chest. [/td] [/tr] [tr] [td] Dislikes Unlike the rest of his friends in the military, he never could bring himself to truly hate the Morphia. He would rather blame himself, and the rest of his species for the state of the Earth. But as for dislikes, Logan cannot stand foolish people, and those without any sense of logic and intelligence. He hates people who are lazy, and disrespectful of those that fight for them. If you are dishonorable in battle, he will most likely be the man who kills you. [/td] [/tr] [/table] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Mankind! When will you repent of your evil ways? When will you stop biting the hands that have fed you? When will you love mother earth like she loves you...? And stop writing her dirge with your actions? Mother earth looks upon you with her painful eyes Sobbing and asking you why... Why...Mankind...why? The familiar poem faded threw Haku's head, it had been a poem that his mother had told him when he was just a child. "Haku, my darling child, no matter what happens, never blame yourself or your people for the way things have gone." She would say, with that same kind smile that her face always bore, never did she show a hint of anger towards the humans. "They are a young species, they need to make mistakes so that they may learn from them. Remember when you burnt your finger on the fire, and learned never to do it again? Well sweetie, they are burning there hands, and one day, they will feel the pain and learn from it." His mother had loved humans, she adored them, if she could be alive to see what they had done the young Morphia was sure that she would weep in sorrow. Bright blue eyes fluttered open, reaching up he tried to block the sunlight however it just filtered threw his fingers anyway. Sighing to himself, he used his elbows to push himself into a sitting position, he had managed to nod off up in the old bell tower of the small Morphia sanctuary. Rubbing the back of hsi head he let out a long yawn before pressing a botten on his wrist monitor and watched a holographic time display that read, "120 MINUTES UNTIL DEPARTURE TIME.". With a small groan, he pushed himself up and stretched out, now standing in the small room atop the tower. Takign a few steps out he leaned against the side wall so that he could look out at the sanctuary, it was just a small garden area with small towe in the middle, it had not been used in many years so the ferns and flwoers were over grown and even the bell itself had fallen and broken long ago. The large clock in the middle stopped as well, making it seem like the time would be stuck at 3:15 at this place forever. The small Morphia watched quietly, he could almost see this place as it used to be. Holding his mothers hand as he walked down to the tower to pray to the gods, birds would chirp and sing, then again, he could tell it was an old memory because birds had been extinct for a long while at this point. He had come all this way to say goodbye to this place, the last special place, before the flight was to leave. "I Suppose I have wasted enough time here, should probably get going, Goodbye Mother, Sweet Dreams." He observed, his voice was extremely soft and impassive, his race were not usually soft spoken, but he was an exception. With one last look at this place he decended the stairs and left the sanctuary, the moment he did everything changed. The sanctuary was so well taken care of because of his people, but there world around it was taken care of by the humans. Ash was everything buildings were decaying, rooting wood was everywhere, rust, acid rain had eaten threw most of the metals. It only took him about an hour to get to the Shuttle Port where everyone was preparing to launch, the rest of his team was probably on board. They likely disliked him already, let alone now that he was an hour late. Preparing himself mentally, he made his way threw the crowd before bording the large space craft, and just as he had thought, the captain was already going threw there short term goals in a team meeting. The man just gave hi ma pointed look as Haku quickly made his way to take an empty seat next to another of his team. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 Each slow drag of his cigarette was another breath closer to death, and Logan was well aware of it. He was also well aware of the chemicals drifting from his lips and into the air, but he knew that among the endless pollution, it meant almost nothing. That didn't stop him from feeling the slightest twinge of guilt, however. It was an addiction he couldn't help but lose control of, his body and veins crying out for nicotine, making his gun hand tremor and shake when he entered withdrawals. It was a habit he couldn't break, not even if he stopped buying cigarettes entirely, as there would always be one nearby to tempt him back into this endless, all-consuming circle. He couldn't feel any worse than he already did. The sun shone brightly through his half covered window, wiped clean of dirt and grime, and he moved to close it just as his cigarette burnt out and faded into ash. Logan pressed the end of it into a nearby surface, and sighed, already feeling his fingers begin to twitch for another. But he wouldn't give in to chain smoking this time; he had much more important things to do, and if he didn't get a move on to the Shuttle Port, he would be late. And if there was one thing that Logan Adler wasn't, it was late. His military training persisted despite the long absence, and he supposed that even if it were ten years, or a hundred, he would never forget the rules that had been drilled into his mind ever since the day he was four. Logan liked to believe that if his father were still alive, he would be proud. But knowing his father, he would have had him removed from the family; despite the massive importance this mission held for the future of the human race, and perhaps even the Morphia, nothing was more important to his father than his country, its military, and the war. Not that Logan didn't understand. He felt exactly the same. Germany was his life, and his blood. He would do anything-- anything-- for it, even if it meant taking up the most dangerous missions they could ever possibly offer. Perhaps that's why the Government chose him, out of all the men that could have possibly been chosen, to be a charger on the Divinity. The why didn't matter so much as the when, how or, more specifically, how much do I get paid? If he were told to jump, Logan wouldn't think to question it; he would just jump, like any good soldier would have done. If the outcome was his inevitable demise, then so be it. He, along with the rest of the people on this godforsaken earth, are all going to die, anyway. If it wasn't from the pollution or from sickness, then they'll die waiting and fighting for another planet to call their own. Another planet to ruin, abuse and destroy. "Disgusting," he spat, and it was directed towards nobody and everybody at once. The trip to the Shuttle Port was a quick one, and Logan managed to arrive earlier than he had previously expected. He struggled through the crowds and the guards trying to find the aircraft, and when the latter stopped to question him, they seemed to have trouble understanding through his accent and nearly had him dragged out. It was a miracle that he even made it to the aircraft, let alone on time. He scolded himself for not leaving earlier as he boarded, and took the nearest seat in wait for the meeting to begin. And begin it did. The captain went through introductions, before finally getting on with the short term goals. Logan couldn't help but notice the amount of empty seats, particularly the one next to him, and it seemed odd considering that the chairs weren't set up without thought beforehand. There must be one or two people who were late, and without even knowing them, Logan already felt himself begin to dislike them. Just as he thought this to himself, a man showed up to take the seat next to him. Logan barely gave him a glance, as if he already deemed the guy unworthy of his interest. Tardiness will not be tolerated. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Haku sighed to himself as he leaned back slightly in his chair, however his shoulders remained straight and up right. "Never slouch your shoulders My Boy, it shows weakness. Be proud of who you are and where you come from every moment of the day." He could almost hear his fathers voice in his head, and his mothers soft voice in the background, laughing at her corny husband. Thinking back to it, he always idolized that advize he had been given, one day when he heard a human father say something similar to his son, he was almost proud. Knowing that two fathers of different species were both doing all they could to look out for there children made it seem like the two races were closer some how. Looking back on it now though, he could see that he was foolish, he would never be like a human, and a human would never be like him. His pointed ears twitched slightly as the Captain seemed to redirect his attention, trying to get everyone to focus. Wide eyes all around the room turned to him and focused. "Alright, children, I will be reffering you all as my kids, because you are. In my ship, we are going to be one, family unit. Is that understood? This is not just some lolly'gagging mission, if we do not do this, human kind is done for." With a glance in the direction of Haku he added, "Morphians as well. I am going to address this right now, and right now will be the only time. I am well aware that we have Morphians on the shuttle with us, and I am proud of them to be willing to step up to help a race that is not even completely theres. There will be no mistreatment of either species, human or morphia, by each other or those who do will immediately be dishonerably discharged from this mission. That is all I will say about it, onto the next matter," The man said, and to Haku's surprise he was not glaring at him the whole time, as though he already knew Haku was going to be trouble. He looked at each and every man of his small crew so that they were all getting the same treatment. The idea of a fair treatment zone for this trip already started to lift the white haired boys spirits, a small smile even playing across his lips. the captain was a huge man, at least 6'4, with very broad shoulders and a blonde moustache, with a matching head of wavey blonde hair. He looked like someone out of the movie, and the very cliche of it made a small laugh rise to Haku's lips, barely managed to supress it, he focused back on what the other was going to be saying. "Now, let's get into roles, shall we? I will begin with myself, I am your Captain, as you know. My name is Captain Edward, yes I have a last name, no you may not use it. You may call me that, Sir, or Pa, however that is all. If one of you even once calls me man or bud, I will personally throw you in the cells." Readjusting his jacket he motioned for the women in the front row of seats to stand. "Next, we have our field medic, Jasmine." "She will be accompining us on all of our excurtions and assisting in any problems we may run into so I reccomend you are nice to her if you want to keep your ass up to gear." Haku had to admit, that as the woman gave a small bow to everyone, she looked a bit intimidating, he would certainly not be running to her if he had a head ache. "She will be rooming with our first soldier, Yamarito..." The captain continued to introduce everyone one at a time, giving a short introduction about them then telling them who they would be sharing sleeping quarters with. It took a few minutes but then Haku saw the man motion for the person he was sitting next to, causing Haku to pay attention as well. "This, I am proud to say, is our Charger, Logan Adler. He is extremely qualified for this position, an impeccable record I must add, since I found him myself when looking for our team. He will be our fighting power, he will break the walls, knock down the bad guys, and do it all with his flashy guns and a smile on his face, am I run Adler?" He joked and then let out a laugh, which was so deep the entire room seemed to vibrate for a moment. His main charge is keeping us all alive, so best of luck to you my good Sir. You will be rooming with Haku-" At the mention of this the young Morphia paled slightly. He was going to have to room with a human, he rarely even spoke to the species, let alone stayed together with one. Glancing up at the man who was standing beside him he could not help but stare quietly. There was something different about him, something almost ethereal. He held his head high his jaw was set which showed that there was no lack of confidence there, and though it did not matter much, he could not help but notice how attractive the other was. Why is someone like him, risking there lives for others? He could certainly have a more cushy life. The snowy haired boy thought before he heard the captain refer to him and inwardly his stomach sank. "Finally, I waited for him last because I have a bit to say, we have Haku Aztueya, the Morphia of this team. Come up here my boy, "His small hands curled into fists at his sides as he stood and made his way to the front of the room, standing next tot he huge human who gave him a large smile and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in a reassuring way. "We all know the history between Morphia and ours, I am going to run threw a few things for any of you who are not very closely accociated with his kind. Morphia are an organic species that was discovered and returned to our planet long ago, they all have white hair with with a single color mixed in, " He motioned to the blue streak in Haku's hair as well as the blue tips on his ears then his eyes. "They are extremely fast and agile creatures, very good for any running or climbing that we have to have done, there weakness however are there sensitivity to blunt force. So he will not be in the front like our brave charger, one hit and he is likely down for the count, I am not going to get into much more for now, there will be a lecture on it later for a few of you who I think need to know. " At that the sound of the alarm went off, signalling that it was time to depart, "Alright, find your room mate and get to your rooms for now until the staff have everything in order, an announcement will be made when we have properly kicked into gear and you may leave your rooms." He stated and everyone began to disperse, however, the captain led Haku back over to Logan and spoke directly to the Charger, "I have read your records and there amazing, I am leaving the boy in your care because you two balence each other out, because of that I will be having a meeting with you later to discuss the options here, and then in a few days once everything is settled I would like to watch you two practice combat together for me, if you have any questions you know where the captains quarters are. Now, get to your room boys!" He said with a huge smile on his face before leaving the two standing right in front of each other ackwardly, making the young Morphia unsure of how to proceed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 Despite the need for him to pay full and honest attention, Logan felt his thoughts drifting. The sensation of his gun strapped to his side and his cigarettes in his pocket seemed overly sensitive in this moment, and he suddenly wished he could put a bullet in someone else's skull; it would be far more satisfying and less self damaging than having a quick smoke, to say the least. The captain probably wouldn't approve, and neither would the person lying dead on the ground, but-- "...I will be referring to you all as my kids, because you are." At the sound of his captain's voice, Logan brought himself back to full attention, and he adjusted his tie with only the slightest bit of anxiety. "In my ship, we are one family unit..." Family. Logan wasn't quite certain what he meant by that, because the only family he had either abandoned him or treated him like nothing more than a soldier. Were they expected to be friendly to each other? This was a job-- one of the most important missions of mankind-- surely they should be nothing but professional with each other? These thoughts had barely crossed his mind before he reminded himself not to question orders, and, either unknowing or uncaring of the confusion spreading throughout the room, the captain continued on. "...There will be no mistreatment of either species, human or Morphia, by each other. Those who do will immediately be dishonorably discharged from this mission..." This wouldn't be an issue for Logan. He respected the Morphia, and saw them as beings almost greater than his own species; they didn't destroy their planet, humans did. But despite that, he planned to keep his distance. Any unnecessary fights and someone will end up discharged or discharged from life. Unconsciously, his hand lowered to rest on his Beretta, fingertips grazing the holster. As the captain introduced the field medic for their team, he spared her a long glance, taking in her posture and immediately deciding that they would be a good fit. They had to be, as Logan would spend half his time on the field with her, being treated for bullet wounds, skin tearing, and broken bones, among everything else. He just hoped her confidence carried over to her actual skills, and that there will be no complications resulting in an unnecessary death. After a few more people were introduced, it was finally the captain's turn to introduce Logan. His back straightened in response, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, and he knew that he looked nothing less than a soldier waiting for orders from his superior. Unsurprisingly, he was fully praised, and he took turns staring into every crew member's eyes as the captain laughed, almost to see if anyone would challenge him. Nobody did, but the man next to him made him stop for a second, despite his lingering anger about him being late. His eyes were a shocking shade of blue, brighter than the sky and the oceans, and they were the first thing he noticed before he spotted the pointed ears and the strikingly white hair. A Morphia. Already, he was far too close for his liking; he knew that the Morphians tended towards aggression, and surely this one would be the same. He looked away, and set his jaw. With his luck, he'd end up rooming with him. "...His main charge is keeping us all alive, so best of luck to you my good Sir. You will be rooming with Haku..." Logan held his breath. "...the Morphia of this team." Logan released his breath, harshly. This is why he never relied on luck. The Morphia was ordered to stand in the center of the room as the captain gave them information about his species. None of it was any new to Logan, but he winced at the poor wording in his description. They were far more than just "creatures", and he could almost see the condescending smirks of his crew members out of the corner of his eye. There was definitely going to be trouble. He just wasn't certain of when. When the alarm rang, the captain wrapped things up and sent them off to find their roommates. Logan stood up as soon as he saw the man looking in his direction, and watched carefully as he led the Morphia over towards him, jumping straight into praise. "I have read your records and they're amazing," Logan raised an eyebrow. "I am leaving the boy in your care because you two balance each other out..." That boy was probably hundreds of years old, knowing Morphians. "Because of that, I will be having a meeting with you later to discuss the options here, and then in a few days once everything is settled, I would like to watch you two practice combat together for me." Shit. In a few days, somebody was going to die. "if you have any questions, you know where the captain's quarters are. Now, get to your room boys!" Logan's face twitched as the man walked away, and he turned to face the Morphia, albeit awkwardly. The silence stretched on for a moment, before he cleared his throat. "As we have just been introduced, we can skip introductions," he started, the words coming out rough because of his accent, but as clear as he could possibly make them. "As I have no intention of fighting before the designated date, I would appreciate that we keep this as civil as possible. If you have any problems with me, I'm sure the captain can try to make rearrangements without it ending in bloodshed." He paused. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized just how attractive this Morphia was, and if he wasn't a crew member, and this wasn't a mission, he would have blushed. "Now, shall we?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Haku had noticed the other mans eyes when he heard they were to room together, for just a moment he thought he saw something similar to annoyance. However standing here now, in front of the other, he saw no malice, hatred, or any of the sort from the others expression, or eyes. To others the man in front of him, no, Logan, probably seemed to be intimidating, it was fairly obvious that the man had some kind of issue. Perhaps to much time on the field? The white haired boy noted how every so often the others fingers seemed to twitch, ever so slightly, clearly the man was trigger happy. Haku just hoped that he was not going to be caught on the other end of the mans pistol some day, however since he did not intend to do that, he saw no reason to be frightened. More than the man in front of him, those behind him were what worried him. "That's the Morphia, why did they have to bring on one so small?" "He looks like a kid, can he really protect anything? I heard him and the charger are supposed to be partners, he is going to get that poor man killed." Whispers could be heard behind him from the few crew members that were scuttling to get things ready, his ears twitched ever so slightly in annoyance but is face remained calm and composed as it usually did. Drowning out the disrespectful back noise, he focused on the man as he spoke. Eyes widening a bit in surprise, not at what was said, but at the tone the man had used, and his voice. There was something different about it as well, his kind were perceptive to the traits of humans, so as soon as he heard the mans voice he knew. This man, he is sad. The words danced threw his mind silently as he unintentionally labeled the man, however he new it was true. The guys clothes smelled like cigarete smoke so he could already tell he was a smoker, which was not going to end well. With there delicate immune system and lungs, the second hand smoke would quickly coat the Morphias throat, so he made a point to discuss it with the man later. Opening his mouth he spoke, "I like that understanding." Was all he said before turning an heading in the direction of there room location, because of the special circumstances, the room had been equipped for both of them, and it was the largest of the living quarters so there was goign to be jealousy among the rest of the crew. Haku came to a stop outside of the door and quickly input the passward into the key pad on the door and stood back as it slide open quietly. Stepping in he observed the room, it had two very large beds, and two desks with computers set up, a small weight training area for the Charger as well as a small side room for Logan to keep his favorite guns, and a side bathroom that held no shower but only a very large bath tub. A subtle vibration ran threw the ship and he new that it had to be time for take off, not even caring that there was someone with him, he trudged his way to the white bed, and childishly plopped face down onto it, letting his face sink into the pillow. TAKE OFF INITIATING, IN 3,2,1. The vibration rose slightly more but quickly died down, as they began there acent into space. Ignoring the commotion, Haku sat up on his bed and pulled his feet cross legged and closed his eyes for a moment before begining to say a prayer for earth and the success of there mission, however he did not get far because a vilent vibration and sudden lurch of the ship caused him to go flying across the room, face first into the Chargers chest, cursing softly as they both toppled to the ground. "What the hell are the pilots doing!" He exclaimed, his voice still calm but obvious annoyance evident in his face before an announcement came on as an apology for the turbulance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 Logan wasn't deaf; he could hear the whispers coming from behind him, and he knew that the Morphia could, too. He watched his expression carefully, but to Logan's surprise, he barely even blinked. This Morphia was an odd one, he could tell immediately; there was something about him that was seemingly tranquil, and the longer Logan stared into his eyes, the more relaxed his nerves felt. His hand grazed his gun one last time before finally settling at his side, and he felt calmer than he has all day. It took a second before he realized that he was being observed, too. Blue eyes were taking in his appearance, his clothes, and Logan felt strangely exposed, as if those eyes were staring straight through him. What was on the Morphia's mind? Was he judging him before Logan had a chance to display his abilities? Was he frustrated, perhaps, at the thought of rooming with him, or about the voices that are starting to fade as people leave to search for their rooms? His expression was nearly unreadable; it was just calm, and Logan felt that there was something almost deadly about it. Suddenly, the Morphia spoke. All he said was four words; four little words, and then they were on their way, as if those few short moments in time had never seen the light of day and that they were just what they were: roommates, co-workers. Strangers. It felt like they had a full conversation, and although it was almost entirely nonverbal, he felt affected by it just the same. It made his head spin for a second before he forced himself to recover; this must be what it's like to deal with Morphians in person. At the very least, this could be a learning experience for him-- he just hoped it didn't end the way most of his relationships ended. For his sake, and for the sake of the curious man he had just become acquainted with. As they made their way to their shared room, Logan kept stealing glances at him from the corner of his eye. He seemed composed. Smart. Was this really the same person as the man who walked into an important meeting late? Logan had too many questions, and little to no answers. Considering the short way he had spoken earlier, it seemed like he wouldn't be getting any answers for a long, long time. He shouldn't be this curious, anyway. He had a job to do, and this Morphia did, too. If he's lucky, there won't be enough time for idle chats. Logan still needed to clean his guns. The inside of the room was a bit different than from what he expected, but he supposed it had something to do with their arrangement. He immediately made his way into the small side room to store his guns, without a care of what the Morphia will do, and spared his Beretta a fond glance as he laid it in it's new place. The Morphia was probably watching him, but Logan could care less; he stripped himself of his jacket and loosened his tie, lying the former on the nearest chair as he walked back into the main room. He spotted the Morphia face first in bed, and almost let out a surprised chuckle, his eyebrows rising in disbelief. The man was more like a child; should he be referring to him as a boy instead, just as the captain had done? Just as he was about to comment on this odd behavior, the speakers began to warn them of the ship's takeoff, and he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a few seconds as the noise rose and died down again. He watched as the Morphia sat up in bed, eyes closed with legs crossed, and assumed that he must be praying. As Logan was anything but a man of religion, he had no guess as to what he was praying for, but chances are, nobody was even listening to him. A lurch in the ship threw him off guard, and he couldn't help but stumble, regaining his footing just as the man on the bed came flying across the room and straight into him. They collapsed together, and Logan hit his head on the floor with a groan on the way down as the Morphia made some kind of angry comment about the piloting. "Verdammt--" he growled under his breath, the German explicit coming to him instinctively. "How light are you?" Logan quickly moved to separate them, his head throbbing in protest as he sat up. Their sudden nearness made him feel claustrophobic, and he wanted to put as much distance between them as he possibly could. Logan tried to read the Morphia's expression, but he kept getting distracted by the small details that he could see from this close up, such as the small specks in his eyes and the lightly colored lashes that framed them. Without knowing, his face flushed, and he looked away, towards the wall on the other side of the room. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Haku had managed to escape any injury at all, luckily he had a soft cushion to land on, that cushion being the poor charger. He sat back quietly as he watched the other, a bit confused. Not having traveled much on the actual planet, he was not used to other languages besides Japanese or English, so when the man uttered a word that the Morphia did not know he really ruffled his feathers. Frowning softly he tried to remember how the other mans lips had looked when he uttered the word, bringing his finger tips up to his own lips he pressed them lightly so that he could properly feel them and tried to repeat it, wanting to know a new word from a new language. "Verdammt." He repeatidly softly and his usual impassive face broke into a slight smile as he realized he had learneda new word. It made him think back to when he would sit in the sanctuaries library on his mothers lap and that is how she taught him all his new words. Words can be magical Darling, do not just say them carelessly. Collect all that you can so that when you really need to say something, you can phrase it properly. Never, ever waste a word. She had warned him, and he had taken that to heart, if he did not feel something needed to be sad he would not usually say it, words were preserved for important items only generally. He had not gotten up yet and instead jsut crossed his legs again and leaned back a bit to pondwer the others question before speaking. "How light? I'm not sure, probably about 113 pounds if you go by the standards, but if you go by Kilo's it would likely be different." If Haku had one problem, it was his inability to tell when someone was being sarcastic, his kind in general did not have the right ear for picking up sarcasm. The white haired boy lost his train of thought, which was going somewhere in trying to convert pounds to metric units, when he notixed the others pupils dialate slightly then expand again. Such a small thing was to small for a human to notice but he noticed it immediatly, pushing himself up from where he was sitting he shifted close to the other before reaching up and taking the mans head between both of his hands gently and looking directly into his eyes without an explination. After a short moment he quickly pushed off the ground so he was now behind the human and appeared to inspect the mans head before finally speaking. "You hit your head, did you not? Your heads are delicate, please stay here, I will get some medicine." He spoke softly before sliding threw the door, nto giving the human the option to deny him. Humans were stubborn and prideful, he knew fulyl well that the other would probably have insisted that he was alright and did not need medical attention. Another vibration could be felt threw the ship, they were still not supposed to be walking around to much yet since the ship was still int he atmosphere. It did not take the Morphia long to find the medical bay, where he quickly collected the supplies he needed, which were some some head ache medicine, an ice pack, bottle of water, and though he did not see any blood he also got some band aids just in case. With all the supplies craddled into his arms he took off back towards the room, wanting to get back before the ship had any more turbulance. "Hey, you should be in your room not running around on the ship!" He heard someone shout out, turning he saw that it was one of the lackies from the meeting room earlier, he looked like he probably worked down in the engine room. the man looked at Haku for a moment, before his face broke out into a bitter sneer that made the hair on the back of Haku's neck stand up. He knew where this was going, and shifted back slightly as he silently watched the other man begin to approach him. "Oi, you are the Morphia, right? Come here...I need to talk to you about something." Haku's eyes flicked down to see the man holding a wrench, unnecicarily tightly just in time for him to duck as the man tossed it at it head. Light on his feet like all Morphia, he swiveled around, not even dealing with the annoying man, and look off in the direction of his room once again. Humans were delicate, he was not sure if Logan was really hurt or not, but he did not want to feel bad later because he did not do more to help if the man had a concussion or something. The moment he got to the room he punched in the pass key before practically jumping inside and shutting the door behind him. There was no way the other would have chased him and risked being seen so he was not to worried that he was followd. It took him a few moments to collect his breath before he turned back to face the human, looking a bit messy now, and holding arms full of medical supplies. "I'm back." He stated simply, as though nothing had happened at all. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 Hearing the Morphia repeat the German curse word with a delicate voice seemed wrong, somehow. Maybe it was because he wasn't being forceful enough with it, making it sound too soft for the meaning of the word, or maybe it was because it was coming from a Morphia's lips, curling around the letters as if he truly savored each one. Those very same lips broke into the smallest of smiles, eyes bright with something akin to wonder, and to the German, it was worth as much as any smile, perhaps even more; it broke the image that Logan had of him, and rebuilt it. It only took one short display of emotion, and his whole view of him changed; maybe they could get along, after all? The Morphia didn't give him another moment to spare for his thoughts before he was speaking again, answering a question that should have remained unanswered: "...I'm not sure, probably about 113 pounds if you go by the standards, but if you go by kilos it would likely be different." Logan wasn't surprised, not by his answer and not by the fact that he answered it. Morphians-- not known for their ability to read human sarcasm, that's for sure. If his face wasn't still heated from before, he would have been amused, and perhaps even made a comment about the lack of Morphia-Human social skills this guy had. Almost as if the Morphia knew, he suddenly pushed himself up and got right into the German's personal space, hands reaching up to carefully grip the back of his head. Logan made a small sound of protest, trying to pull himself away, but the hands only remained firmer, trapping him in their grip. Blue eyes stared directly into Logan's own, and he could only guess what the Morphia was searching for. Did he think he had a concussion from the tiniest bump on his head? Did he really doubt the charger's abilities so much? Or... was he searching for something else? The Morphia offered no explanation; he just continued to stare, and the awkwardness of it all made Logan want to force the man off of him and maybe even put a bullet in his brain for good measure. He only wished that he had kept his Beretta on him. It was a stupid idea to put it away, anyway; why did he immediately assume that he would be safe enough here to leave it off of his person? Logan could never deny that he didn't have a death wish, he was just being stupid. Unintelligent. Both of which were the last things he wanted to be for their mission, and he made a mental note to get himself back into gear before either he killed himself or got himself killed. After a short but excruciatingly long moment of silence, the Morphia got to his feet, moving around Logan swiftly to investigate the back of his head. The German growled to himself; he didn't have a concussion. He was fine. If he wasn't, then he had no right to even be on this ship. "You hit your head, did you not?" Logan made no effort to reply, but his body was beginning to tremble with anger at having his abilities questioned. "Your heads are delicate. Please stay here, and I will get some medicine." And with that, Logan was alone in the room-- alone with his thoughts of murder and bloodshed, and it took all of his strength not to get up and reclaim his gun. He needed a distraction. Searching through his pockets, he found his packet of cigarettes, and before he even got them out, he was already hesitating over his decision. For obvious reasons, there were no windows on the ship, and therefore little exit for the smoke to make. But the captain had made no rules about smoking, so it must be alright to have the occasional cigarette or two. He got to his feet, albeit unsteadily, and made his way across the room to lean against the far wall, taking out a cigarette from it's container along the way. If the Morphia had any protests, he wasn't here to make them. It gave Logan a perfect opportunity, and it would be a crime to his body if he didn't take it. Not like he needed a reasoning for his decisions-- if he wanted to smoke, he would smoke. If he wanted to kill, he would kill. It was as simple as that. He only followed orders from his superiors, and aside from that, he was on his own to do whatever he damn well pleases, Morphians be damned. He knew that they had a sensitive immune system and lungs, but that didn't stop him from taking the first drag of his cigarette, and releasing the smoke into the shared air of their room. The nicotine coating his own lungs made him equally want to cough and inhale more; it was starting to work its way through his system, calming his nerves and his desires to the point where he felt nothing more than peace. It took a longer time than he expected for the Morphia to return; he must have been held up at some point, or perhaps even lost his way. It seemed odd that the man would be incapable of memorizing simple directions, but Logan didn't have time to ponder that thought before the door was opening and a Morphia was jumping through, acting unusually quick to shut the door again behind him. The charger was instantly alarmed, his body sensing danger before his brain could even process the details, and he stood taller and more threatening than usual with his cigarette burning out between his fingers. "What happened?" he demanded, just as the Morphia opened his mouth to speak. It was obvious that the other man had been chased, judging by his disheveled appearance and the slight skittish look on his face. Logan needed to go for his gun. Right now. "Who was it?" The captain had stated beforehand that there will be no conflict whatsoever between the two species during their trip. For someone to defy that command so easily, not even an hour after being warned not to, made Logan want to hunt them down and kill them. The nicotine couldn't dull that feeling; it was something that took control of him no matter what, until he got his release in some other way, namely by shooting the deserving person between the eyes and kicking them as they bleed out on the floor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Haku immediately smelled smoke in the room, his arms tightened around the medical supplies as he held them in his hands. He had already guessed that the man was a smoker earlier, and after hearing the others voice in the introduction it was clear that he had been doing it rather heavy for quite some time. His voice seemed a bit gruff, like it held a hint of strain to it. This was definetly going to be a problem in the future, his right ear twitched slightly, watching the other he made not one move as he contemplated his question. He could tell him that a wrench had just been tossed at his head, however what good would that do? A few things could happen, judging by the mans current stature, he was extremely upset. His finger tips were clearly twitching for a fun that was not at his side, something about his entire demeanor had changed, it was almost frightened to the young Morphia, that is if he found humans frightening at all, which he did not. Haku's lips parted to reply to the other, planning to simply shrug it off as nothing, however he found himself cut off by the man. It shocked him slightly, this man was definetly not well. His eyes flicked up to bore straight into Logans. What a sad looking human. His mind whispered softly, and that was clear. Logan had always been perceptive, and it was clear that the charger in front of him was dealing with many things. Maybe a form of Post Truamatic Stress Syndrom? People like him obviously spent the majority of there lives fighting, there was no way that would not effect a man. Haku ducked his head ever so slightly, his gaze on the other not breaking in the slightest he considered what was the best way to approach the situation that might avoid blood shed. Glancing to the side of the room where the gun room was he made the decision that if Logan tried to lunge for them, he would have to stop him to avoid a fight. However, Haku was determined to keep it from getting to that. He considered rushing over to the other and trying to physically calm his anger but realized how bad that would likely be for both of them, so instead opted for a softer option. Haku tightened his grip on the medical supplies and took a step foward, approaching the other man like he was a lion that had been aggrivated and then backed into a corner. Despite this, his gaze into the others eyes did not break until he had come to Logans bed, standing beside it, he finally broke the intense contact to turn and set the items he had collected onto the bed. "I do not know what all you may have needed, so I picked up some head ache medicine for you, and some water and a few other things. I'm going to go down and buy some snacks and stuff later on after dinner for when the cafe is closed, you can have anything you want that I buy as long as you ask first." He stated softly, completely walking over the situation with the wrench like it was no big deal, and to him it was not, his people had been dealing with that for as long as he could remember. Before he could make another comment, the announcement system went off and the captains booming voice could be hear, "Alright Kiddos, we are safely on our way! The grub is ready, so head on down to the cafe, dinner won't be lasting long tonight. We have already located a nearby planet, so we will actually be pushing up the combat training to tonight for those who will be going on the excursion, to get in some practice. Then Tomorrow we will be launching down to it, a further briefing will be held during dinner, thank it all." The system boomed off, glancing over at the human, Haku parted his lips to say something but because he had gotten much closer to the other than he had been when he had entered the room, he inhaled what smelled like smoke that was still clinging to the air from Logans cigarette and immediately covered his mouth as a coughing fit over took him. Sinking to his knees he used one hand to steady himself on Logans bed and tried to stay still while waiting for the coughing fit to subside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 21, 2015 Share Posted February 21, 2015 Silence. It was consuming him, eating him alive; swallowing his mind and sharpening his emotions like the knife he had hidden around his ankle. The frustration was prickling his nerves, making him ache to the bones, and all he wanted was his gun at his side and someone deserving to shoot. The Morphia was hesitating, his eyes as unreadable as ever as they picked him apart, and it further pissed the German off. He had asked a question, didn't he? Two simple questions, two simple answers. Why did this always have to be so difficult? Logan narrowed his eyes, and it felt like the edges of his vision were succumbing to darkness as he succumbed to his own rage and frustration. Why wasn't he going for his gun? Something about the way the Morphia was staring at him held him in place. It was similar to what they shared at the meeting; unknowingly, the German was bearing his heart, his soul, and his darkest stories to this man across from him, and he was powerless to stop it. The Morphia just knew. And by feeling so exposed, so cornered, and so helpless to protect his own secrets from this intense gaze, he wanted to kick and claw his way out. But he couldn't move; he couldn't even blink. His heart was racing and his veins were throbbing while the cigarette littered burnt ashes upon the ground, and he couldn't move. His mouth opened to demand answers, but his voice caught in his throat, and it wasn't because of the smoke that still coated it-- something was making him speechless, and struggle as he might, there was no way he could force a single word out of himself in this situation. When would this silence end? It may have went on for less than a minute, but to Logan it felt like hours. Hours of time that he didn't have, and hours that he could have spent searching for the person that decided they were stupid enough to defy a direct order. He could have been cleaning up a body right now, sending it out into space where nobody would ever find it, but instead he was stuck here, his body as unresponsive as it had ever been before. His throat worked itself as he swallowed, and his free hand gripped his side where his gun normally would have rested, itching to pull something out of nothing. In the split second that the Morphia turned his gaze elsewhere, onto the gun room where Logan's Beretta rested, it was like the spell was released, and the German could breathe once more. His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, and he took a slow breath of air, inhaling the secondhand smoke greedily. When his eyes opened again, the Morphia was looking right at him, and Logan felt strangely like he was caught in the act of doing something terrible. He was oddly reminded of his father, and his cool, calculating eyes that had watched his every move, burning into him and making him question even the act of breathing. Logan, once again, was glad that the old man was long dead and rotting in his grave, but the nostalgia of the moment made his mind spin for a moment with mixed emotions of anger and anxiety. The Morphia took a slow, careful step towards him, and he tensed up immediately. His fingers twitched at his side, and he knew he looked ridiculous; he knew he was acting ridiculous, but he couldn't stop his instincts from taking over, as if they were trying to defend him. If they were trying to defend him from something physical, or something psychological, he wasn't certain, but Logan never once doubted his instincts. The second he started doubting them was the second he ended up dead, and that was a fact that even his old man could agree on if he were still alive. He took another step. Then another. The atmosphere was suffocating, just like the silence that stretched on and on without any end, and he wasn't sure his body could handle being this tense. He resisted the urge to increase the quickly narrowing distance between them by stepping back, and watched cautiously as the Morphia made it close enough to stand next to his bed, med supplies clutched against his chest. Then, the silence was broken. The Morphia's voice held a wary tone to it, and that was what told Logan that the guy was just as anxious as he was himself, probably even more so going by the way the German was reacting. When he spoke, it wasn't in answer to the previous questions, but he was on a different topic entirely, as if Logan had said nothing at all. The charger couldn't even bring himself to get as frustrated as he already was, so he bit his tongue and listened. "I do not know all of what you may have needed, so I picked up some headache medicine for you, and some water and a few other things..." Logan stared, unblinkingly. "I'm going to go down and buy some snacks and stuff later on after dinner for when the cafe is closed. You can have anything you want that I buy as long as you ask first." The words were soft spoken, and said slowly. Logan was still finding his voice to respond, perhaps even yell or scream, when the announcement system kicked on and the captain's loud voice was booming through the speakers. The German barely even heard it, despite the volume, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of the Morphia hovering nearby, watching his every move like a hawk. He felt foolish, but his brain wasn't working correctly in this moment, and nothing could stop his instincts when they kicked in and took over. But because of what happened next, his instincts turned in a completely different direction, and he found himself moving closer to the Morphia instead of the other way around, dropping the unheated cigarette onto the ground as he closed the distance. The Morphia must have caught some of the secondhand smoke, because he buckled over, coughing like a madman as he tried to rid it from his lungs and from his system. The foreign feeling of guilt made it's presence in Logan's mind, and he, without thinking, reached over to rest his hand on the Morphia's shoulder. "Hey," he mumbled, completely lost as to what to do in a situation such as this. "Hey, are you okay? We need to get you out of the smoke." Logan's hand lowered to grip the man's elbow, and, without giving him a chance to pull away, he tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, far away from the remaining smoke in the air. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 21, 2015 Author Share Posted February 21, 2015 Haku was coughing harshly, one hand still steadiying himself on the bed and the other was lightly placed around his throat, like he was trying to tug away something that was restricting his breathing though he of course knew that that would be pointless because it was just a bit of smoke caught in his lungs. However, Haku was always attentive of his surroundings, and he a right to be after this past with humans. So when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin, having been to focused on getting the proper air in his lungs he had not heard Logan shift at all so had no idea the human had even moved from his spot. It is not that he minded the human touching him, it is just that he had not been aware of the on coming contact. His eyes widened slightly as he forced himself not to lash out at the sudden contact. His face only displayed the hint of panic for a moment before it was gone and his face was once more wiped impassive. Bringing his gaze up, is what finally calmed him down a bit. He looked straight up at Logan, and for the first time he saw a mixture of emotions there. Does he look guilty, or is that worry? I cannot read him. The morphias mind whispered softly as he felt himself tugged back, away from the area, somehow, just looking at Logans eyes had relaxed the white haired boy, and given him something to think about. Haku managed to relax a bit more, taking in slow breathes as the air around him seemed clear now. Reaching up he quietly fanned the air around his face before glancing across the room and noting the cigarete now on the floor, onl after his lungs had successfully recovered did he turn back to look at the floor. Reaching up he disentangled himself from the others grip before walking over to the smoldering cigarete on the floor, holding his breath he reached down and picked it up and tossed it into the garbage incenerator in the corner. Walking back over to Logan he did not give him a second look as he walked into the bathroom, turned on the sink and began to wash his hands, before splashing cold water on his face. Humans are complex creatures my Darling, one minute they can be raising there fists to the heavens and cursing there creator, and the next moment they can be praising him and all he has done for them. There lives are short, so I think that is why they are so emotional, and complex, there only thought is on survival, every day they wake up thinking that they can die today. There is an old saying, the brightest candles burn out the quickest, humans are the brightest of candles I have ever seen, they really are amazing." his mothers soft, familar voice echo'ed in his ears and he thought of Logan, one minute he had seemed so ready for a battle, and the next he had been two inches away from Haku, trying to help him. If his mother was right about anything, it was that humans were certainly odd, especially this one. After he had completely cleaned himself up, he stepped back out of the bathroom and his eyes once again drew straight to Logans, "I am sorry about that, the smoke does not exactly get along with me well. If you need to do it, I can pick up a venting fan for you, though it is not really good for you. Huamns have pretty weak bodies when it comes to that," as he spoke he glanced up and down the others body, Logan was clearly a very fit and chizeled man, so Haku was a bit relieved to see no signs of any serious effects other than the gruff voice. "Though," He continued as he made his way to the door, "I am sure you know that, so there is really no need for me to continue on it." Opening the door he stepped to the side and made room for Logan to walk after him, "Should we go get dinner? I am pretty certain you are looking forward to beating me up in the combat practice, so let's not waste any time." The morphias voice was soft and impassive as always, but his eyes held a hint of a tease as he said it. "Besides, by the time we are done the smoke should settle enough for me to stay in here. "Haku added, trying to coax the other out of the room and distract him, so the slight guilt iin Logans eyes would disappear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 22, 2015 Share Posted February 22, 2015 Why did he feel guilty? The hand resting on the Morphia's elbow stayed there for longer than it was necessary, and Logan could feel warmth seeping into it and traveling all the way up his arm. He stared into the Morphia's eyes, and saw him staring right back. The German wondered fleetingly what the man could read on his face, and he struggled to even out his expression and rid himself of the worry hiding there. The question made it's presence known again, nagging at him, hovering in the back of his mind, and he could still find no answer for it. He had known this would happen. He even smoked despite it. Logan had no right to feel guilty. But something about the pure innocence of the Morphia before him, having had gone to look for med supplies just in case Logan had a concussion, was tugging at his heart and making him struggle through emotions he normally wouldn't have to deal with. Seeing the guy bend over and make such terrible coughing sounds had triggered his instincts from long ago, as if he was in war all over again and the Morphia was his fellow brother on the field. The war. Logan took a shaky breath, and forced himself to look away from those perceptive blue eyes, his head choosing this moment to start it's awful pounding again. It felt like he was being beaten heavily about the face, and he would have reached up to press his fingers against his own forehead if he were alone. He knew the Morphia was watching him, and the last thing the German wanted to do was display any hint or sign of weakness; especially if that weakness was being displayed to a Morphia. He could hear the sound of careful breathing beside him, and some small part of him relaxed at the knowledge that the man was getting better. After a few seconds of such breathing, his grip was being shaken out of, and Logan turned to watch as the Morphia made his way back across the room. "Adler!" the sound of a man screaming in his mind without warning sent him lurching into a flashback, and Logan was helpless to prevent it, "Come on! Help me up!" "I'm coming, hold on!" he had shouted back in German, just as a bullet whizzed past his ear. The pained howl coming from behind him told him that someone had been hit, but there was no time to determine who, and what side they had been on. Logan lifted his gun to return fire, only to be met with the bright burst of a flashbang that burned his eyes to the point of being useless to him. "ADLER!" Logan exited the flashback with a jolt, and he inhaled sharply, confused and disoriented. His vision faded for a few seconds, turning black almost entirely, and his eyes felt like they were on fire, as if someone had thrown a flashbang in this very room. The Morphia was suddenly behind him, washing up in the bathroom, and the charger guessed that he must have been staring off into space for about a minute, lost in memories of the past. He hoped he wasn't being watched as he rubbed at his eyes-- rubbed at the visions flashing before them. This hadn't happened in years; why now? What had triggered it? The desperation that he had to find answers was impossible to ignore, but impossible to get rid of. "I am sorry about that, the smoke does not exactly get along with me well." The German jumped in surprise. He hadn't realized that the Morphia was finished, and he lowered his hands hastily, trying to cover up his few moments of weakness. "If you need to do it, I can pick up a venting fan for you, though it is not really good for you..." Oh, he was well aware just how bad it was for him. But addictions are addictions. It was the only thing that kept him under control, even when he should be the one in control of his own self. He couldn't change it even if he tried. It would control him until the very last minute, sucking his life from him and leaving him as an empty shell of a man, fading into ash and smoke. It seemed fitting, somehow. The Morphia walked over to the door, speaking along the way, his voice a pleasant noise that drifted across the threshold. "...Should we go get dinner? I am pretty certain you are looking forward to beating me up in the combat practice, so let's not waste any time. Besides, by the time we are done the smoke should settle enough for me to stay in here." Combat practice? Already? Was the captain hoping that someone died tonight, or was he simply insane? Logan didn't feel in the right shape for combat, especially after that flashback, but the desire to brutally slaughter someone was still on the edge of his mind. It would be so easy to follow that desire, but in doing so, chances are that he'll be the one dead instead. He needed a nap. And a headache remedy. Perhaps even a punching bag; one that didn't punch back. Recalling that the Morphia had laid out med supplies on his bed, he made his way back over to it, his head pounding with each step. "Yeah, yeah..." he said offhandedly, taking three pills at once. It was probably twice his recommended dose, but this was two times stronger than the regular headache. He needed as much help as he could get. Almost as an after thought, he went to reclaim his Beretta-- his favorite gun-- strapping it securely and safely to his side. If he saw the man who had caused trouble tonight, he will not hesitate to kill him. Hopefully, he won't manage to get himself killed beforehand. He turned back to the Morphia with a sigh. "Alright, I'm ready," he said, and it sounded weaker than he had meant it to, even to him. "Let's go." And with that, he pushed past him, and out the door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 22, 2015 Author Share Posted February 22, 2015 Haku leaned against the door way silently as he observed the other man, the lights from the hall cast a dim shadow into the room, causing the Morphias eyes to stand out brightly in comparison as he observed the man across from him and watched him take one to many of the pills. The human seemed to have aged in a matter of moments, his expression fading out into something that even the Morphia could not recgnize, however it somehow seemed familiar to him. The look of someone who was there but at the same time was somewhere very far away, his mother had looked at him like that towards her end as well. One minute she would be standing there, as though nothing was wrong and the next, it was like she had gone nad her body had become an empty shell. Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to wipe the memory of her from his mind before bringing his attention back to Logan and watching him shakily walk past him. Haku's eyes flicked from the man to the gun that he was now carrying but chose not to comment on it, if they man felt he needed it, then he must need it, and his thoughts on the matter left it at that. Sliding back int othe room he quickly tugged on a hat that was big enough that he could pull it over his ears and hair, before walking back out and entering the lock number he locked the room and walked beside Logan to to the cafe bay, where all the meals where. "I like to his my ears and hair when I can, or at least man them less noticeable," He spoke to Logan though his eyes did not leave the direction in front of him, and he added, "It brings up less conflict." The moment they made there way into a more crowded area, more than a few eyes were on them as whispers spread threw the room. "That is him? The Morphia? I hear he showed up late for the first meeting!" "He is with the charger? I heard the guy is messed up in the head after fighting for so long." "Unstable." "Scary." All were comments directed at one of the boys as they continued there walk towards the cafe, and Haku had managed to ignore them all until one particular comment rose to his ears and stopped him in his tracks. "You know that Morphia was her son, I heard his mother was The Great Devil, as they called her. You didn't hear what she did? She got sick a-." The voice silenced, in fact, all voices in the room went silent as Haku turned away from Logan and towards the direction the voice had come from. A young women who looked no older than 25 was standing there, surrounded by three people who appeared to be her friends, the moment she saw Haku looking at her, she quickly paled. Most humans were not indifferent towards Morphia, they either hated them, were afraid of them, or thought they were absolutely amazing, and this one was clearly terrified. Smart girl. Haku thought to himself, his face still impassive he quietly took three simple steps towards her, looking her straight in the eyes. His face not once faltered in it's expression, but with every step her eyes seemed to get larger as she slowly shrunk back. Even though nothing had been said, not a sound uttered, it was very clear that there was something going on between the Morphia and the girl. A gleam seemed to flash across the Morphias eyes as the girl shrieked and toppled backwards, Haku himself had done nothing to the girl except suceed in frightening her so he was sure he was not going to get in any trouble, and finally a voice broke the silent. "Haku! My boy, I have been looking all over for you, and you even brought the charger! Logan, please, you two come have a seat with me, we have much to discuss." The captains voice broke through the painful, tense silence, however it took Haku a few minutes to break his gaze away from the girls, and the moment he did she nearly burst out in tears, her friends wisely chose to stay back from her until they were certain that Haku was not going to turn around and give them the same treatment. Silently Haku walked over to the Captain who threw an arm around Logans shoulder and gave Haku a large crooked smile and said, "You get em boy, I knew there was a reason I hired ya two." Despite how much Haku was growing to like this captain, he seriously questioned his stats for this mission, the man seemed like a total baffooon. The white haired boyed simple gave a small smile before waiting for the captain to lead them to a table. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 22, 2015 Share Posted February 22, 2015 [tw: gore, violence] Walking out into the hall, he was met with a bright light, and he shut his eyes against it, feeling them burn and his mind ache with the lingering presence of a flashback. He was afraid that if he opened them again, he would be somewhere else entirely; he was afraid that he would be in battle again, behind the scope of a rifle and in front of a thousand troops. He wasn't just afraid-- he was terrified. The terror ran through him like electricity, and he had never felt anything like it before, not even in those times of war and not even when facing down death. Logan took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. An open field laid before him. It was littered with the corpses of his enemies, of his allies, and of the occasional Morphia, caught in the crossfire of a battle they didn't belong in. He heard screaming. He heard shouting. He heard gunfire. He wanted to hide from it all; he wanted to cry out, and beg and plead the heavens for this to be over with. He threw himself into cover just as a bomb went off, and the sound of people dying was only amplified. A corpse hit the ground next to him, and he recognized the face of one of his friends, covered in dirt and grime and blood and there was so, so much blood... so much blood... "God," he whispered, and it was a prayer that needed to be said; a prayer that would fill him with the hope that he needed to get through this last battle. "God--" A flash of sharp, familiar pain cut him off. He choked on a sudden rush of blood in his throat, hacking and spitting to try and rid himself of the fluid so he could breathe. A rush of coldness chilled him to the bone, and he knew, he just knew, that he had been shot. He clutched his shoulder and bit his tongue nearly in half to keep from crying out. He didn't have time for prayers. This bullet he took was a harsh reminder of that fact. He pulled himself to his feet, and even though he was wounded, his mind narrowed to a single focus, and that focus was on killing as many as he could and staying alive. Where's your God now? Logan gasped loudly, and he covered it up with a cough, which quickly led to a coughing fit, almost as if he could still feel the blood rising in his throat. He thought he was choking on it; drowning-- he was drowning-- The sound of the door closing behind him brought him back to reality, and he gulped for air, inhaling and exhaling greedily as if he had been underwater for a century. It was like his first inhale of a cigarette, and how he had spent ten minutes trying to clear his lungs of the nicotine. He reminded himself that he had company, and he forced himself to straighten up. He wasn't alone. He couldn't show this weakness, or else the Morphia would take advantage of it. He couldn't be weak. He wasn't weak. His head may be throbbing, and he may have the occasional flashback, but he wasn't weak. If his father saw him now, he would be proud, right? Right? Hearing footsteps beside him, the German pushed those thoughts to the very back of his mind and continued on down the hallway. The light was screwing with his brain, and he mostly kept his eyes down closer to the ground so that they wouldn't bore right into them. "I like to hide my ears and hair when I can, or at least make them less noticeable," the Morphia said, and Logan hadn't even realized that the man had brought a hat. He made a noncommittal noise, trying to act as if nothing had occurred at all in the past couple of seconds. "It brings up less conflict." He could understand that. Just having pointed ears was like waving a red flag and looking for trouble. It was ridiculous, and Logan wasn't even Morphian. As they reached the cafe bay, the noise assaulted the charger's ears, and his head pounded in protest. Damn it, he thought angrily. When will those fucking pills kick in? He had taken three. He needed immediate relief, or else he wasn't going to survive long enough to make it to combat training. "...I heard that guy is messed up in the head after fighting for so long." The whispers reached him despite the layer of noise from the cafe bay; he almost felt himself smiling. They were scared of him. Wary. As they should be-- if he wanted to, he could put a bullet in their head before anyone even had time to react. Sure, he was messed up. Any soldier would be, to be honest. The wars of the past were rough, brutal; if he came out of it perfectly fine, then he hadn't done the job that he was assigned to do. Then, there was another whisper, spoken louder than the rest. It silenced the room, and he could almost feel the Morphia tense up beside him, and he stopped at the same time he did. "Morphia--" the charger warned, but it fell on deaf ears as the man, single focused, walked right up to the girl who had said it, terrifying her with each small step. Logan's hand fell to his gun, ready to pull it out and fire should the Morphia attempt harming her, but to his relief, the captain chose that very moment to interrupt the unnecessary display and probably save someone's life: "Haku!" Logan was momentarily confused, before realizing that he was addressing the Morphia. "My boy, I have been looking all over for you, and you even brought the charger! Logan, please, you two come have a seat with me, we have much to discuss." He felt an arm being thrown around his shoulders, and he gritted his teeth and allowed it to happen without any bones being broken. Right now, he was very touchy, teetering at the edge of a very large and dangerous cliff. "You get em boy, I knew there was a reason I hired ya two." Logan hadn't even really done anything, but he grunted in acknowledgment anyway and allowed the man to lead them over to their table. Taking a seat in one of the chairs, he immediately heard whispers coming from the table behind him, but the second he turned his glare toward them, they shut up. Haven't these girls learned their lesson? Did they have a death wish? It's not like Logan wasn't capable of fulfilling it, and it wasn't like he wasn't eager to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 22, 2015 Author Share Posted February 22, 2015 Haku could hear the whispers continuing behind him, and it had been a long day, he no longer wished to listen to them. Closing his eyes for a moment he let out a low sigh, reaching up he pulled the soft hat from his head and set it on the table in front of him. His usually impassive face was still impassive and calm, however a hint of something more flashed across his eyes before dissapearing entirely. He could feel the charger beside him, being respectful, sitting up and listening when he thought the captain was about to speak. He is probably a good human. He concluded softly to himself, not even giving the man a glance as he just tiredly looked to the captain, curious as to why he needed to see them. "Alright, boys, I have a lot to discuss with you, you can eat while I do so go ahead and order some grub, and afterwords I need you both known in the combat area." Raising a hand, he motioned for a nearby waiting attendant to come by and take the others. The captain ordered a huge sea food platter and beer, and gave Haku and Logan a cheeky grin as he did so. The attendant wrote it down then turned to the Charger and took his order then finally Haku, who replied with a simple, "Hot chocolate." The Captain gave him a disappointing look before speaking, "Thinking else my boy? You have combat after this, a small thing like you needs his energy!" He boomed then let out a huge laugh, and while Haku cracked a smile at it, he simply shook his head and looked back up at the attendant and repeated, "Hot chocolate, please." To which she nodded and quickly scurried away. "Alright, now down to buisness." Adjsuting the mug of beer that had been surved to him the captain continued, "I am going to be frank with you, you are both a risk. Logan, I am not sure what is going on with you, but your last superior reported some strange behaviors with you, and I am not in the buisness of taking risks. "His gaze turned from Logan to Haku, who was leaning against the table with one hand under his chin to prop his head up as he watched the captain silently. "Haku, I am perfectly aware of your families past, and I will not be holding you accountable for that. I have heard that you are amazing inthe field as well, but to be honest, you are both here for each other. Logan, your job is going to be to go in face first, protect the team, and I know you can do it. Haku, your main objective is to keep your charger alive and run objectives. I heard that you were different, Haku, so I expect you to be different. There will be no violent outburts, no questioning orders, and none of what I just saw. As for the man who threw the wrench at you earlier, " Haku's eyes widened at the mention of the other man, knowing that he had not told anyone about that yet, noting the young Morphia's look of surprise he added, "We do have cameras on the ship, He has been reprimanded heavily and I can assure you that there is no risk of that happening again. Now, I want you to look at this." He put down a sheet of paper that had the diagram of the human body and pushed it over to Haku, who carefully took it betweem his slim fingers and glanced over it. "This diagram high lights all the arteries on the human body, any of these areas get punctured and your charger is done for, you are to cover him and make sure that he remains completely unharmed in any of these areas. You know what will happen if he dies, the responsibility will be yours and you know how that will end up for you boy." Turning his attention to Logan, he handed him a similar sheet of paper that read: Morphia Home Planet: Graciea Nebis Status:Uninhabitable Physical Attributes: Morphians have extremely pointed ears with tips that are colored the same as there eyes and sections of there hair. There K9's are slightly elongated and there hair is there soul color and white. Each Morphian has one color, that they deem there 'Soul' color, this color established which clan they were born into. Though the Morphians did not have races, they had Red, Blue, Black, And Green. All were the different clans. If a morphia is ill, then the areas on there ears and hair that are there soul color will start to transition to white. Once a Morphia dies, there soul color completely dissapears from the body, leaving there hair solid white adn there ears tipped with white, that is why they called them 'souls'. Combat Style: Morphians are extremely fast and mobile creatures, swift to exicute and extremely felixible and agile. There weakness is the spot behind there lower neck and upper back, where the spine and neck connect. It feels no different than human tissue, however there is an artery there that is very easy to burst. So it is important for Morphians to never show there back in a fight. Personality Types: Morphians are a very intelligent race, however extremely violent. Proceed with caution around them or they are likely to slit react dangerously. Age Limitation: Unknown as of yet, they all age differently, some stop aging at the age of 10 and some never stop aging, however it seems that they are not limited by old age as a cause of death. "As long as you can keep your Morphians artery and head safe, then he will be fine. This is a team, but you two are partners. I am being so up front with you both, because tomorrow we are going down to the new planet, and I need you both to be prepared." A smile returned to the mans face as the food arrived and he seemed to completely forget how serious the conversation had previously been. Haku continued to study the human diagram as he stirred his hot chocolete silently, his eyes wondered over to Logan. Protect a human, I can do that. He thought silently, but humans were so clumsy, and allowed passion to get the best of them in a fight, so he figured it was do-able but not going to be easy. "Alright, now that you have been properly filled in and eaten your fill, let's make our way down to the combat area. You can ask me any questions you have on the way." the captain stated befroe pushing himself up from the table and walking around it, towards the hall that let to the stairs that led to the combat area. Haku could not help but give Logan a small glance before standing up himself and trotting after the captain, leaving his hat on the table behind him. Trouble with his superiors? So there is something wrong with him then, if it is PTSD, I bet he was to prideful to ever get help for it. The white haired thought, the way the man tended to twitch his finger tips poked through the back of Haku's mind, He must have been dealing with it by himself for a long time. The idea of the human having to deal with something serious plauged him, humans lived such short lives, it seemed sucha waste to live any small span of it unhappy, to him, they really did not have the time to waste. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 22, 2015 Share Posted February 22, 2015 As Logan sat in his seat, he truly began to feel the weight that rested so heavily on his shoulders. He was young, in his mid twenties, and he was already one of the best the military had to offer. He has been through hell and back and lived to tell the tale. He's injured on an almost daily basis, whether it's a minor wound or a fatal one. On his record, there is a place where it lists his accuracy with each weapon, and he scores nearly perfectly for all brands of handguns and rifles. He was one of the greatest combat soldiers, and now, he was in space, completely out of his element, on a mission with the fate of the human race in his hands. And not only humans were at stake in this mission. Morphians were, too. He spared a glance at the man sitting beside him, at the blue tipped ears that stuck out from the strands of downy white hair, and an unplaceable emotion curled inside him, something akin to worry. If he died, then chances are the Morphia will die, too. And that's not even the worst of what could happen. If Logan had any guesses as to what the captain brought them over here to say, that would definitely be one of them. "Alright, boys, I have a lot to discuss with you," the German sat up more fully, his eyes focused and showing more confidence than he probably felt, "you can eat while I do so. Go ahead and order some grub, and afterwords I need you both known in the combat area." He gave his order to the lady that appeared at their table-- "German sausage and beer, please"-- and was unsurprised when the Morphia only asked for one little thing; he probably didn't have a taste for human food. Understandable. Besides German food, most of the crap on Earth was terribly inedible. Logan made a mental note that this Morphia liked hot chocolate. Perhaps, when the commotion died down, and they had time to rest, the charger would make them some German hot chocolate someday. Wait, what? Why the hell would he do that? He had far better things to do than try to please this pointed-eared bastard. If he had the time for it, he would much rather read a book. He didn't need company, and he definitely didn't need friendship. They were co-workers, and that was all. They had a job to do, and the important thing was getting it done and keeping each other alive-- work together, not play together. Within minutes, their beer was served, and he took a quick gulp of his as he waited for the captain to begin. "Now, down to business." The captain stared straight at him, and for the first time, Logan got a glimpse of the intelligence that this man seemed to have, hidden beneath a line of humor and good-naturedness. "I am going to be frank with you, you are both a risk. Logan, I am not sure what is going on with you, but your last superior reported some strange behaviors with you, and I am not in the business of taking risks. " Strange behaviors? Logan tried thinking back to what he had been doing when he had last worked a job, but his mind drew to a blank. Had that been the assassination mission, or the one dealing with the president's daughter? Nice girl, she was. He even managed to score her number, and it was sitting in his contacts list, waiting for him to call her back. Heh, as if I would, he thought to himself. "Haku, I am perfectly aware of your families past, and I will not be holding you accountable for that. I have heard that you are amazing in the field as well, but to be honest, you are both here for each other." The Morphia's family past? He hadn't been told about that; was it something that could possibly cause conflict between them? He would have to ask the Morphia later, but if he refused to tell, then he didn't mind going straight to the captain for a quick briefing. As for being here for each other, Logan knew that perfectly well, and he was fully capable of working with the Morphia and assisting him as much as he possibly could. While he'd rather do missions alone, it was nice to have back up for a change, and allowed him to make far more riskier plays than he normally would. The captain continued to fill them in on what was expected of them, and Logan made sure to nod at points to show that he understood, and to show that he was listening. His mind was processing everything at a mile a minute, the drugs doing wonders to sooth his headache, and he felt his confidence building back up again. "...As for the man who threw the wrench at you earlier..." Logan almost dropped his glass in surprise, his hand freezing in place as time seemed to slow to a burning crawl. So that's what happened. That's what the Morphia refused to tell him. His fingers gripped the handle tight enough that his knuckles turned white, and he inhaled slowly, exhaled, forcing himself to set it down on the table before he threw it at someone. Just as a man had thrown a wrench at his co-worker, defying orders and almost destroying the mission before it even truly began. To say the least, Logan was pissed. "We do have cameras on the ship. He has been reprimanded heavily and I can assure you that there is no risk of that happening again." His ears were ringing. His shoulders were shaking. He needed to stay in control, but all he could think about was how their mission had almost failed due to the incompetence of one stupid fucking man. Logan barely managed to keep his emotions off of his face; in this moment, he had to remain perfectly professional. He barely noticed the captain sliding a paper across to the Morphia, and then eventually, to him. The charger glanced over it quickly, the words blurring beneath his gaze. He got to the point where it described the Morphia's weaknesses, and almost crinkled the paper in his grip. Their weakpoints were their backs. When the Morphia had a wrench thrown at him, chances are that he was running, leaving his back completely exposed. He could have died instantly if it had hit him. There were no words to describe just how angry Logan was in this instant. He could have flipped the table and stormed out in search of the man who had done it-- he was losing control, and fast. The German shot the Morphia a glare, as if he was solely responsible for the weakness of his entire species, and he struggled to listen to the rest of what the captain had to say. "As long as you can keep your Morphian's artery and head safe, then he will be fine. This is a team, but you two are partners. I am being so up front with you both because tomorrow we are going down to a new planet, and I need you both to be prepared." Partners. His partner almost died not even thirty minutes ago; keeping the Morphia alive seemed like it was going to be his biggest challenge yet. He glanced down at his food, and barely registered himself eating it as he attempted to keep an air of normalcy. "Alright, now that you have been properly filled in and eaten your fill, let's make our way down to the combat area. You can ask me any questions you have on the way." He stood up almost immediately, hand already going to rest on his gun as he followed along behind the captain. Logan didn't even glance at the Morphia as he asked his first question. "How was the man reprimanded?" he growled out, careful to disguise the full extent of his anger. He had to know. He just had to. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 22, 2015 Author Share Posted February 22, 2015 Haku was certainly shocked to say the least, of all the questions the other man could have asked, all the comments he could have made, he was most concerned with how the man was reprimanded? Haku glanced over at the charger, completely at a loss. He was good at understanding people, there motives, there actions, there reactions, he was good at understanding. However watching the other man now, he could not think of a reason as to why the human would get so invovled in such a small thing. He was a Morphia, things like that happend often, and he had learned if you fight humans, then it would only get worse, so better to run or take a beating, than to fight back and risk a worse punishment down the road. They were going down to a foreign planet tomorrow, it could contain monsters, death traps, poison, and Haku knew that he was no more safe on this ship than he was going to be down there. Each of the ten teams had a Morphia, and the statistics showed that only two of them were probably going to survive this mission, however they had all agreed for some reason or another. Thinking back on it, Haku was not even sure why he accepted the job, other than he had free time. Darling, you can't keep loosing your house key. He remembered his mother repremanding him when he had been a child for once again dropping his key. The most important thing to a person, human or Morphia, is having a home to return to. If you loose your key and we aren't here you might not be able to come home. Oh yes, that is right. There was no safe place left on earth anymore, it was to far gone. No one had a home to return to, that is why he had accepted this mission, for himself and those who he felt really deserved a place to return to, a place to feel safe, a place to call home. The morphia was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the captain grumble low in his throat before speaking, "Morphia are pretty rare, even more so those who are decent in a fight. So no one on my ship is going to pose any harm to ours. The man was throw in the cells where he will remain for the next 3 weeks, after that he will be giving an apology toHaku, adn wearing a wrist monitor, if he comes within twenty feet of Haku, then I personally will recieve an alert. " He stated as he made his way down another flight of stairs. Frowning to himself, The morphia sped up slightly so his shorter legs could keep up with the Captains longer strides before speaking, "3 weeks and a monitor? Do you not think that is a bit extreme, Sir?" He asked glancing up at the Captain who simply gave him a cheeky smile and put his hand atop Hakus head to ruffle his hair slightly, "We are a family here, boy. I protect my own." Something inside Haku twinged painfully at that statement, this man, this captain, cared for him, he was honestly trying to keep him safe. Family The word echo'ed threw his mind as they decended into the battle area, which was basically a large sand pit with a few raised seats around it. "Right, Haku, you will go first so I can watch, then you will watch your charger, you two will be on the field tomorrow so I need you to be in sync."He stated, "Haku you will be going against one of the soldiers, take it easy on him, okay?" The man joked and gave the smaller boy a thumbs up as a tall, blonde man who was the soldier made his way to the arena. However, the Morphia did not move a step he simply looked over to the captain and replied, "I do not fight humans." With his calm expression never leaving his facem making no motion to move. This changed the captains cheery position in an instantly, a serious line formed across his lips, stepping forward he took Haku by the shoulder and lightly led him towards the other soldier. "You will fight, or you will go into the field tomorrow and mess up and your charger could die because of it, and we all know that is not what you want." After he had led Haku over so that he was now standing three feet from the soldier, and then receeded. People were begining to filter into the battle grounds, wanting to see the great Morphia and Charger fight. The Captain turned to Logan and spoke, "He is a bit wary, but he is a fighter, trust me on that, the boy is good, just watch." With that , he turned to the Morphia and Soldier and yelled, "Begin!" The soldier had no weapen, and instead was going to use his fists, he spoke first. "You are the Morphia, right? Prepare yourself, i'm goign to attack." He warned, however with the same impassive, calm face, Haku simply replied, "I do not fight humans." The soldier stopped and looked to the Captain for further instruction, who simply cursed under his breath and yelled, "Fight!" The soldier rushed forward and turned last minute, coming in from the side and landing a swift kick to Haku's chest, sending him flying back a few feet and colliding with the ground painfully. Those who were watching cried out as they watched, unsure of what the Morphia was doing. "Stand up, ready yourself. I am coming again." The soldier said, and Haku did stand, now a soft smile played it's way across his lips, standing still, he put his shoulders back and looked directly at the solder as the solder ran forward and landed a swift kick to the side of his head, once again sending the morphia reeling to the ground. Again and again this happened, and each time, Haku would silently get up, every so often, if the captain yelled he would reply with the simple, "I do not fight humans." After many kicks, many hits, many scrapes, Haku found himself face down on the ground again, his lip was bleeding and he was pretty torn up, but nothing was broken. With a loud curse, the captain charged forward into the arena and hauled the Morphia up by his collar, shaking him slightly he yelled. "What is wrong with you?! You were brought here to fight, so do it! This si not a fight, it is practice, you have more than just your own life in your hands, do not be selfish!" He yelled, it was very clear that the Captain did not like watching the Morphia beaten down, but he knew that the boy needed to be ready to fight. You are neither Morphia, or human, baby you are Haku. Never dictate that you have to fall into any specific category, and never let them dictate you. "Sorry, Sir, but I do not fight humans." He stated once again, to which the captain cried out in annoyance and dropped him back to the ground before storming out of the room and yelling "Practice is canceled, everyone return to your rooms and prepare for tomorrow. Get rest, you are clearly going to need it with a useless Morphia!" Haku stumbled a bit, but did not let himself fall back to the ground,dispite how many injuries he had, despite how tired he know was, he was not going to fall. Those who had watched were begining to leave the room, the soldier who had delievered all the punches and kicks walked up to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder before speaking, "Damn kid, you can really take a punch, good for you...I look forward to working with you." blue eyes rasied up to watch as the soldier left as well, only once most of the people left did he turn his attention to the charger, his charger, and speak. "I am sorry, I will not fight humans, but I can promise to protect you. It is what I do, and I will do it well." His promised seemed to echo in the large, now empty room, as bruised, battered and bleeding he stood, his shoulders back, staring straight into Logans eyes as he said it. I promise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 22, 2015 Share Posted February 22, 2015 Logan took a deep breath of air, then another; willing his nerves to relax and his body to calm down. The captain wouldn't agree with the murder of a man who was already reprimanded; in fact, he'd probably get kicked off the ship, and that would be far worse for the mission than anything else. Shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked, his fingers met the hard plastic of his cigarette carton, and instantly wished that he could pull one out and have a quick smoke. If the captain thought his question was odd, he didn't comment on it. The Morphia, however, turned to stare openly at him, as if the last thing he expected was for a human to show any concern for his safety. And honestly, Logan didn't really care-- he just wanted the man who had defied an order punished. That was all. He met blue eyes with a fierce gaze, and he could almost feel the confusion radiating off the smaller man. Their eye contact didn't break until the captain started speaking, his voice gruff but firm. "Morphia are pretty rare, even more so those who are decent in a fight. So no one on my ship is going to pose any harm to ours." As expected. There goes Logan's plans of murder. "The man was thrown in the cells where he will remain for the next 3 weeks. After that, he will be giving an apology to Haku, and wearing a wrist monitor. If he comes within twenty feet of Haku, then I personally will receive an alert." It's not as harsh of a punishment as Logan would have issued out. His hands curled into fists in his pockets, nearly smashing the cigarette carton as he did so. Of course, the Morphia didn't fully understand the severity of the man's act, because the first thing he did was question whether he truly deserved it. Logan was forced to bite his own tongue to keep from making a remark; how could one person be so naive? How old was he, anyway? "We are a family here, boy. I protect my own." There's that word again. Family. This man wasn't his father-- he was nothing like him. He couldn't remember a day when his father truly smiled, or a day when he referred to him as one of his own. Has Logan even once been called someone's son, besides the limited days with his mother before she returned to America? He was twenty-five. Family was no longer necessary; he could take care of himself, and his record proved it. Reaching the arena, the charger followed them down into the pit and allowed himself a moment of mental preparation before the fight. He had automatically assumed that he would be fighting first, to fully display his skills to the Morphia, but was mildly surprised when the captain turned to the smaller man instead, a wide smile on his face. "Right, Haku, you will go first so I can watch, then you will watch your charger. You two will be on the field tomorrow so I need you to be in sync." Logan's arms crossed, and he waited. Watched. A soldier stepped out into the arena, and he looked like he could be taken down instantly without even trying. The charger smirked to himself, feeling his muscles twitch with anticipation. He was far too skinny to pose much of a threat; the Morphia would have an easy time dealing with him. This should be a good fight-- "I do not fight humans." The sentence was spoken softly, but he might as well have screamed it. Logan stared at him in disbelief. The Morphia's expression was utterly calm, impassive; he looked like he was carved out of stone, and not a single inch of him moved from the spot he was standing in. The soldier looked so confused it was almost laughable, and Logan felt the curiosity in him growing. What was the Morphia doing? It seemed like whenever the charger had the guy figured out, he turned around and did something completely far from what he was expecting. "You will fight, or you will go into the field tomorrow and mess up. Your charger could die because of it, and we all know that is not what you want." And that is why Logan preferred to work independently. He just couldn't trust his co-workers to not fuck up at some point, and when they did, typically the German had to pay the full price for it. Grinding his teeth together, he waited impatiently for the Morphia to make a move. It was an easy fight. Just move. His brain barely registered the captain trying to reassure him, eyes fully focused on the Morphia on the field. "I do not fight humans." The sentence was repeated once more, but the captain refused to acknowledge it this time. The fight began; the soldier charged, and the first blow was dealt. The Morphia was thrown back against the ground, again and again, but each time he got up, ready to take another beating. The fact that he was refusing to fight back, even under direct orders, was aggravating to Logan, and his nails dug into the skin of his arms, almost deep enough to draw blood What the hell was he doing? Over and over the sentence was repeated, and while his determination and stubbornness was something Logan would have admired, the fact that he couldn't follow even one simple order-- "What is wrong with you?! You were brought here to fight, so do it! This is not a fight, it is practice. You have more than just your own life in your hands; do not be selfish!" "Sorry, Sir, but I do not fight humans." Logan couldn't believe this. Out of all the Morphia's that the captain could have chosen, he chose this one; the one who wouldn't even fight during practice? He was the least aggressive Morphia he had ever seen, and the fact that he was even still alive was somewhat astounding. How could he have survived this long if he refused to protect himself? Was he going to rely on others to do what he couldn't? Logan felt a hatred burning through him. Late to the first meeting. Defied orders. Two things that the charger considered to be completely unacceptable; was the Morphia doing it on purpose? Did he want to piss Logan off? Suddenly, blue eyes turned to him, and this time, the charger didn't bother staring back. He reached in his pocket and took out a cigarette, having it lit in seconds. "I am sorry, I will not fight humans, but I can promise to protect you. It is what I do, and I will do it well." Seconds passed, leading into minutes. It all blurred together as the silence fell, and Logan's face remained unreadable as he took quick drags his cigarette, the smoke curling through the air in a direction opposite of the Morphia across from him. The charger seemed to be contemplating his words, but his eyes were as hard as stone and cooler than the darkest corners of space. "I don't need your protection, Morphia," he finally decided. The words sounded cruel, even to him, but he couldn't stop himself from saying them. The German wouldn't even look at him; he felt disappointed. Angry. Disgusted. The nicotine kept him from lashing out, verbally or otherwise, but the emotions were still strong enough to make his skin crawl and his fingers twitch. "If you can't follow the simplest of orders from your superior, then why are you even on this mission in the first place?" He didn't care if the Morphia had a quality record, or even a perfect one. He didn't care if he was one of the best their species could offer. His personality, his stubbornness, and his attitude hidden beneath a calm facade was going to get them all killed, and Logan knew it. The charger may be in the business of taking risks, but this was a risk he knew wasn't worth taking. It was then that Logan found himself looking at him. Blood was dripping down his skin, down his face and seeping through his clothes from hundreds of variously sized cuts, and the German felt something deep inside him react with a foreign, unrecognizable emotion. He let out the smallest of sighs, already knowing what he was going to do but seemingly unable to stop himself from doing it. "Damn it," he cursed angrily, dropping his cigarette on the ground and pressing his foot into the pile of ashes left there. "Whatever. Come on. We need to get those wounds cleaned up, before they get infected." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 23, 2015 Author Share Posted February 23, 2015 Haku's face was somber as he simply watched his charger, the man seemed to have a vast array of conflicting emotions flashing threw his eyes, however none of them seemed to be reassurance, which made sense of course. Here, it was Haku's job to protect the man, and he had already had a metal object thrown at him, and gotten the crap beat out of him in combat, so it made sense that there was obvious doubt there. Despite the current situation, and the fact that he was caked in dirt and scratches, the only thing that bothered him in the slightest was that he noted the Charger smoking another cigarete. Great, he is going to give himself cancer while suffocating me at the same time. The white haired boy thought, his right ear twitching a bit in annoyance, though his calm facade did not break until Logan spoke. When Logan had made the comment about not needed Haku's protection, the Morphia complacently expected it, the rage, annoyance, and all that was in the mans voice was what he expected to be there. But what he said next, really shocked the Morphia. "Whatever. Come on. We need to get those wounds cleaned up, before they get infected." Haku himself had known he was a bit beat up to say the least, but glancing down at himself, he saw his tattered clothing, and the visible cuts and scrapes and bruises that now littered his skin, a small cut had found it's way onto his left ear, which was trickling very slightly, and he could feel bruises forming on his upper back from being thrown down so many times on his tender spot. Despite all this, he really did not pay it much mind, he had been fighting his entire life. It was not what Logan had said that shocked Haku, it was one word, 'we'. He had said we need to, was he going to help the Morphia clean himself up? There was no way Haku could die from these minor wounds, so it is not like the Charger was obligated to help him in any way at all. Not moving a step, Haku parted his lips and in took a quick breath, as though he wanted to yell something out at Logan however seemed to think better of it and stopped himself. With his hands at loose fists at his sides, he simply shook his head lightly to clear his mind, and began a light jog back to where the Charger was already walking so that they could walk back to the room together, a simple thought rang threw his mind. I do not understand humans. Haku sat on the swing, digging the heels of his shoes into the soft dirt of the park. The sun was quickly setting, most of the other childrens parents had already picked them up, but there were still a few scattered threw out the small park that was just beside his elementary school. A sudden outburst of sobbing made the 8 year old Morphia jump and fall backwards out of the swing in surprise. Landing with a sudden 'oof' as the air was knocked out of him, sitting up slowly he rubbed his lower back and tears stung his eyes as he threatened to cry over his fall. However he was once again distracted by the sound of crying, and instead looked up to see a small girl, who looked no older than him, sitting on the ground sobing and holding her knee crying while her 5 friends surrounded her, trying to calm her down. She must have fallen. He wanted to go give her a hug, they had both just fallen clearly, they were both hurt, they were the same. Standing up, he rushed over and immediately gave her a big hug, and they had been best friends every since. No, that was not right. The memory seemed to reverse itself a bit in Haku's mind, as though it were a VHS tape on rewind, before it started up again. Haku was sitting on the ground where he had fallen, but this time it was different. He wanted to go give her a hug, they had both just fallen clearly, they were both hurt, they were the same. He pushed himself up off the ground and dusted off his pants, and wiped his eyes dry before turning away from the crying girl and her friends and no longer wanting to wait here for his mom to come get him, began the long trek back , the sun at his back as he walked. He was wrong, he would never be like them, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he wanted a group of friends to cry to, to fawn over him when he was hurt, he knew that he was not a human, and they would never treat him like one. Ah, yes, that one was right, that was how it went. I do not understand humans, He thought once more to himself, his tone was now darker than it had been the first time he had said it ,And I never will. Haku finally made his way to the Chargers side and quietly walked beside him, his gaze steady on the hall in front of him as he walked, the smell of cigaretes was wafting off of Logan, but it was not strong enough to really bother him, in fact, he was already to get used to the sent. The scent of his charger, Logan. It did not take them long to reach the room, which Haku quickly punched in the unlock key and took a few steps inside. To his relieve, the over whelming smell of smoke from before was barely even noticeable now. "I'll go get cleaned up." He murmured softly to the other before ducking around Logan and poking into the bathroom and glancing into the mirror. Wrinkling his nose slightly at what he saw was an extremely worn and dirty looking Morphia staring back at him. His ears physically drooped a bit at the mere site of him, glancing up at the tips he noticed they were a bit pale ish, which was his bodies way of telling him that he really needed some rest. Reaching up he tried to tug his shirt off, but found that the back of it was entangled with his back. Sighing to himself, he poked his head out of the room tiredly and glanced at the charger, looking a bit guilty as he spoke. "My shirt is stuck and I think I have some cuts and such because it hurts trying to get it off, can you give me a hand?" Haku hated asking a human for help, but he was exghausted and just wanted to get cleaned up and to bed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 23, 2015 Share Posted February 23, 2015 Logan knew the Morphia was shocked. And honestly, he wasn't the only one. The charger had no idea what was going on with his head, and his emotions; he was all over the place today. It wasn't just today, either-- he's been like this all week, getting frustrated over the smallest of things and taking his anger out by firing dangerous weapons at a shooting range. But there was no shooting range here; only people, and a single bloody Morphia who was doing his very best to piss him off as much as possible. The pointed-eared bastard. He couldn't stand to see that bastard bleed out in front of him, though, especially not after he had offered his protection, so Logan did what only seemed right. The foreign emotion that made it's home inside of him seemed satisfied, and the German did, too. While he didn't want help from someone who couldn't follow a single order, he didn't want to make too many enemies, either, especially not when those enemies are bloodthirsty and aggressive Morphians. No matter what path he went down, whatever choices that he made, chances are that he'll end up dead before he even knew it, so did it really matter, anyway? It wasn't like Logan had anything left to live for. All that he had was something to die for, and that was for his mission, his purpose, and for the last remaining people on Earth. He would die for the children, and the children's children; he would die for a better future, and that thought kept him going everyday. His death would be meaningful, and that's more than what his father had ever expected of him. If there was even the slightest chance that he survived, then hopefully the pay check will be big enough to feed a small country for over a year. Not that he was going to, but it was the thought that counts. Chances are, he will retire for a while, before donating it to charity just before his inevitable but unexpected suicide. Maybe he would even make the news; it was the least his species could do, by mentioning his death after he had given up everything to save them. Logan's lips curled up into a self-deprecating grin just as he turned to walk out of the arena, hearing the Morphia jog behind him to catch up. They walked back to their room together in silence; it seemed that almost every moment that they shared was almost entirely surrounded by silence, but this time, the silence seemed almost peaceful. The day was finally behind them, and the time to sleep was rapidly approaching. He stared straight ahead as he walked, hands resting in his pockets, and it seemed like only a second before the made it back to their room. The Morphia punched in the code, and stepped inside, Logan following right after. The place was exactly how they left it. Med supplies were scattered across the bed, and the charger was faintly reminded of his previous headache, and the flashbacks that had come with it. He shook his head, willing the images out of his mind before moving to set them onto a different surface. Meanwhile, the Morphia escaped to the bathroom, with only a few quick words as he excused himself. The air around the bed still smelled vaguely of smoke, but it didn't bother Logan in the least. It would probably even help him fall asleep tonight. Deciding to take this time to prepare himself for bed, as the Morphia seemed content on dealing with his own issues, Logan sat on the edge of the mattress and kicked off his shoes and socks one at a time. His dress shirt and tie came next, tugging off the latter and unbuttoning the former, letting it fall from his shoulders and onto the floor. He was just considering taking off his pants as well when the Morphia spoke up, voice drifting out from the bathroom and into the main room. "My shirt is stuck and I think I have some cuts and such because it hurts trying to get it off, can you give me a hand?" Logan got to his feet slowly, stretching as he did so. The muscles in his lower back found immediate relief, and the German regretted not spending the time to stretch them out earlier before getting on the ship. "Yeah, sure," he answered without any hesitation, already making his way across the room. The Morphia was hovering in front of the mirror, face still scraped and bloody, and Logan's lips thinned with annoyance. He was definitely going to need help with some of this, and, judging by the way he looks, it wasn't going to take only a couple minutes. "Lift your arms," the German said quietly, standing close behind him, voice surprisingly soft despite the darkness in his eyes. He waited until the Morphia did so, before reaching over and gripping the edges of his shirt and helping him pull it off. The piece of fabric didn't let go easily; it was sliding through blood, and the stickiness made it difficult, but eventually, the Morphia was free, bearing his skin to the charger and all the various wounds that covered it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 23, 2015 Author Share Posted February 23, 2015 Haku had his head poking around the bathroom door slightly when he called out for help, his hair had fallen around his face so that the tips of his ears were just barely showing, the blue tips already appearing a single shade lighter than they had been a few minutes ago, he really needed to get some rest. He was more than a bit surprised when the human agreed to help him so quickly, there was not a hint of annoyance in the mans voice when he spoke either, which only made the Morphia watch his face even more carefully, full of curiosity at his new strange human roommate. He watched quietly as the human slowly got to his feet and seemed to stretch as he did so, humans were such fickle creatures. They could not sit still for more than a few hours without getting sore, or restless, there fingers of feet always needed to be moving or they would fall asleep, which had been a foreign concept to the morphia in the beginning, since there kind spent most of there free time relaxing and laying out under the sun or breezes, they were never a hyper active society to say in the least. Haku was about to pop his head back in the bathroom so he could resume his ongoing battle to remove his shirt, however he stopped when he noticed Logan removing his shirt slowly, almost in an unconsciously sensual kind of way. The young Morphia stood still as a statue, his head still poking out of the bathroom as in those few seconds, he took in the other mans body in what seemed like the first actual time since they had met. Logan had broad shoulders that Haku could just imagine him resting a large gun against, his chest was extremely well done, unconsciously Haku's gaze followed Logans silloutte. He was well built, very toned, which showed off just how much combat and training he must have done over the years to acquire such a well built figure. The mans hair was also much darker than Haku had originally noticed, any hair color was usually awe inspiring to the Morphia's because of how white all of there hair was in comparison. Looking at his hair now, the blue eyed boy noted that it was an extremely thick, rich shade a black, which complimented his light skin tone and framed his face nicely. He managed to take in the others entire appearance in a matter of seconds, when Logan turned towars the direction of the bathroom Haku nearly jumped out of his skin as he quickly shoved himself away from the door frame, so that the man would not have known how closely the Morphia had been watching him. Haku could feel a slight flush to his cheeks, but chose to blame it on the days events instead of the obvious reason. Most Morphia did not find humans appealing, there limbs were often short, there ears where so round, there teeth rarely seemed white enough or straight enough, there nails could get so yellow, there hair could be so many different consistancies, not all of them were flattering, and if they ate to much, they could get fat. The main reason why Morphia did not find humans attractive usually, is because they age. Every Morphia ages differently, the oldest any Morpia has ever looked is 35, while to them, humans continued to age, and basically shrivel up befroe dying. When Morphia had first arrived to earth, a small group of people began to worship them as 'beautiful gods that dwelled from a foreign planet'. However then the wars started, and they were no longer seen as beautiful creatures, but instead as beautiful monsters. Despite the preconceived notions his kind had on humanitys image, he had to admit that even to a Morphian, Logan was an extremely good looking man. Glancing up at the other when he entered the bathroom however flushed the blush from Haku's cheeks and instead left him to pale against the other, who was giving him a rather annoyed look. To which Haku just glanced away, feeling ashamed for some reason that yet again, he could not place. "Lift your arms," To which Haku attempted to shoot his arms up, however instantly regretted the speed at which he chose to move, as his aching shoulders screamed in protest. Closing his eyes for a moment, he slowly raised his arms up enough for the other to pull the shirt off, parts of it were caked in now crusty and dried blood and other parts had fresh blood on them from him moving around, so it certainly did not feel good. After it was completely off, the young Morphia shook his shoulders slightly as if trying to knock off the dirt which was clearly impossible. Turning around, he bent down to kneels under the sink so he could retrieve some emergency medical band adages that were stored there, and when he did he revealed a large scare that ran down his entire back, it looked like someone had drug there claws down it, long ago. It was clear by the look that the scare had healed long ago, and was undetectable by touch, but it could definitely be seen if someone looked at it. At the small of every morphias back there is a white, almost translucent birthday, shaped like a cresent moon, and the scar ran right over it. Haku realized a moment to late that he had revealed it and without a second thought, he was on his feet, with all the Morphia speed he had been born with, using a flat palm so he was gentle he put it right against the chargers bare chest and lightly, but firmly pushed him back out ofthe bathroom and shut the door, a defineing 'clicl' sounded, letting the other know that the door was now locked. "It's getting pretty late, thank you for getting that off me, you should probably get some rest. I am going to take a bath and clean up, i'll be quiet so don't worry about me waking you up, thank you again, sorry." The morphia rushed threw his words, for the first time his cool, calm demeanor had slipped. The human had seen it , though since they were room mates it was obious the guy was bound to see it eventually. Sighing to himself, he made his way over to the bathtub and turned on the water, quickly adjusting it so it was hot enough, letting the tub run he set up the medical supplis he had gotten from under the sink. He would soak himself clean, then bandagethe cuts, it seemed a waste to do it then get into water where they would just fall off. After he removed his pants and shoes and briefs, he steppd into the tub, it burned against his cuts but at the same time felt extremely satisfying against his cool skin. It took him a bit to sink into the tub fulled, but when he did, he pulled his legs up to his and wraped an arm around his knees where he then rested his head. Glancing down, he observed his hand that he had used to push the charger with, and he could still almost feel the others skin against his warm, it had felt weird against his skin, allowing his eyes to drift shut as he lt himself relax, he clenched his hand shut and finally figured out the correct word to use to descripe the way Logans skin felt again his, and he murmured out, "Warm." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 25, 2015 Share Posted February 25, 2015 [tw: gore, violence, torture] Was the Morphia staring? Logan couldn't read his expression. His bright blue eyes were guarded, but they held the faintest traces of warmth in them, and he could have sworn they flickered down to rest on the German's bare upper body for a second or two. He wondered if the Morphia noticed the scars, and if he were scared by them, or even disgusted. They definitely weren't attractive, at least not conventionally. The dark marks littered almost every inch of Logan's skin, from bullet wounds to knife wounds and everything in between. He even had an ugly burn mark along his lower and upper back-- it was from the war, when a grenade went off right behind him, searing through his protective armor and eating away at his skin. He had been under the medic's care for over a week. Logan had never felt so restless, so agitated, so shamed as he had in that time, his body preventing him from fighting when his mind was fully prepared for war. They had to restrain him to the bed, even; he had lashed out in anger, but the anger had no direction to go to other than towards his own self. His bandages were soaked through with blood, and he nearly ripped them into pieces trying to get back onto the field. It made his wounds more severe than they already were, thus the amount of time that he remained with the medic. And thus the scarring on his back. But there was a story for each individual scar, and only in his dreams did he have time to recount each and every one. Just as Logan was beginning to feel self-conscious, a small flush building on his face, the Morphia looked away, and when he was free of his shirt, the charger took time to examine him, too. He was dirty, damaged, bruised; he looked like he hadn't eaten in years, at least compared to the sheer size of the German, and Logan remembered when the Morphia had mentioned his weight-- too small. Too scrawny. He was more than a couple inches shorter than him, too, and it hadn't been so evident until now, when they were both exposed to each other. Logan couldn't help it, being a man such as he was; he found him painfully attractive, despite the wounds, despite the dirt and the grime and all the times the Morphia disappointed him-- despite their species, despite their gender, and despite everything. He wanted to wash him clean of his blood, of his mistakes, and of his unspoken sins with his own hands; he wanted to see the body-- the man-- that laid underneath, and all of his innocence and all of his soul. It was a want that made him dizzy, and each second, it only continued to grow. He wondered if it could be read on his face. He wondered if the shift of his eyes or the twitch of his lips displayed something even he couldn't fully understand. If it did, the Morphia didn't comment on it, instead moving to retrieve the emergency medical supplies from the sink, leaving his lower back and side at full display. Logan flinched at the length of the scar there, almost like a claw mark, leading down the entirety of his back and over a crescent shaped birthmark. It made his own scars burn, a tingling sensation spreading along his spine, and the charger felt something along the lines of sympathy. The birthmark, though-- that was something odd. Unique. Logan only had a split second of time to process it before the Morphia shot up and turned around to face him, an unfamiliar look of panic and perhaps even fear in his expression. It filtered into his voice, too, as he rested his palm atop Logan's chest and pushed him directly out of the bathroom. "It's getting pretty late. Thank you for getting that off me- you should probably get some rest. I am going to take a bath and clean up. I'll be quiet so don't worry about me waking you up. Thank you again, sorry." And with that, the door was shut, a click was heard, and Logan was left standing outside the bathroom, confused and slightly disoriented. He hadn't even had time to get a word in otherwise, and normally, the charger would have been angry to be dismissed in such a way. Instead, he just felt... strange. Logan lifted a hand hesitantly, and placed it on the spot where the Morphia had touched him. What just happened? The question lingered in his mind without answer. Was it because of what he had seen? A scar seemed like no big deal, but a birthmark is much more private and personal; maybe not so much for a human, but a Morphia could easily be different. Logan tried to forget about it, but he couldn't. The image in his mind only persisted despite his attempts to rid himself of it, and after a moment, he gave up, moving across the room and over to his bed. He needed to sleep on it. "This doesn't have to go like this, you know." He couldn't make out the words. He couldn't hear past the ringing in his ears. It sounded like he was underwater again, having his face shoved into a pool of ice, but judging by the putrid air surrounding him and the darkness of the room, he was far, far underground. Too far for any chance of rescue, and too far for his screams to reach the surface. His face was covered in a thin layer of dried blood, and he could barely see through any of it. He could barely see anything at all. "Just tell us what we need to know, and things will go much easier for you." He knew that was a lie. He knew that the second he gave up and surrendered his secrets, they would kill him. Why would they keep a German man of no use? He was of no use to anyone, and worth as much as the dirt under his feet. He was better off dead, and buried in it. Logan tugged at his bindings, but the more he moved, the more they seemed to tighten. His torturer chose that moment to stick a knife in him, almost as if in an act of impulse, and the German couldn't stop himself from yelling out, the feeling of his insides being pierced sending ripples of pain down his body. His torturer laughed, a cruel, awful sound, and he knew that he would die while hearing that sound. It would be the last thing he ever heard, and the thought of it made Logan shout again, desperately, angrily-- Why wouldn't he just die? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key-Tokki Posted February 25, 2015 Author Share Posted February 25, 2015 Haku spent a long time, much longer than was necessary in the bath, if he were human his skin would likely have been more wrinkly than a prune by the time he got out. The water was no longer warm and inviting, it had grown cold long ago. The morphia now sat, with his arms both wrapped around his knees and his head resting on them, a calm but blank look on his face, as though he were somewhere very far away, and he was. All was silent, accept the occasional, solitary splash as a droplet of water fell from the morphias hair and landing in the water. However, that is not what Haku was hearing. "Haku, my darling, you know mother loves you right?" "Haku, my baby, you have to listen to mother right now, stop fidgeting" "Haku!" His mothers voice was soft at first, almost like a lul, as he remembered back, that is what he had loved about her the most. She was always so soft, so gentle, so delicate, like a stray wind could blow her over and away, out of existence. Like she was to good to be there in the first place. However the voice quickly changed, it sounded rageful, frightening, as he screamed his name. Making him jump slightly as it knocked him back into reality, as though he had forgotten he had even been sitting in the bathtub for the last three hours. Wide eyes blinked slowly as he took in his surroundings, and the first thing that he noticed was how freezing he was. A bit to quickly he attempted to climb out of the tub, which only resulted in angry groans of protest from his aching limbs. Carefully he patted himself dry with a white towel that was on the rack, then realized his grave mistake, he had forgotten to bring in any extra clothing. Sighing to himself as he realized he was going to have to go out, and get his pajamas. Sitting on the edge of the tub after he was dry enough, he carefully began to apply banaged and healing save to his cuts and bruises, which took a decent length of time to find them all. "This would have been easier if I had asked for help." He murmured softly as he grumpily applied pressure to the last of the band aids. Finally finished, he let out a low breath as he tightened the towel around himself, and opened the bathroom door. Slowly, and very cautiously, he stuck his head out once again, in search of the charger. However to his extreme delight, he managed to make out a mound of blankets in the mans bed. "He's asleep." He whispered to himself, flicking off the bathroom light and carefully tip toeing to the small compartment that his clothes were stored in. Quietly he pulled on a pair of soft pants, and just as he was about to pull on the matching shirt he heard a rustle of covers from behind him, making him freeze in place. After a few moments of no noise, he glanced over his shoulder to see that the charger had simply shifted in bed. Returning to the shirt, he finally tugged it on and trudged over to his bed, putting a knee on it to climb onto it, he stopped. Once again, hearing a rustling sound from behind him. Frowning in confusion, he quietly made his way over to the others bed, and carefully peered over at the man. Morphia had much better vision in the dark than humans did, so he could make out a pained expression on Logans face. "A nightmare?" He muttered inaudibly. A familiar pang struck him, thinking back to when he had just been a child, he had often had nightmares. He would run to his mother and fathers room crying, his small hands balled up into little fists and looking like an absolute mess. His father an mother would both look at him and smile, his father would pick up his sobbing little boy and put him in his mothers arms so that she could lay in bed with him and read to him while he calmed down. Then he would return with something sweet and some warm hot chocolate, and only after the young morphia was once again asleep, would his parents once again retire themselves. Turning to go back to bed, he once again got one leg in, before he heard yet more, restless shifting from the sleeping man behind him. With one last look at Logan, Haku silently slipped out of the room. The halls were dark as well, lit up by simple night lights, glancing around to make sure no one was around, the morphia slowly began his long trudge down to the concession area. When he made it there, he saw what he was looking for the instant machines. He began to walk towards one, but heard familar whispers close by. Three young females were sitting at one of the nearby tables, whispering to each other as there eyes didn't leave him. "That's the morphia?" "What's wrong, do they not actually need sleep?" "Huh, maybe not? Wouldn't it suck to not sleep?" The whispers continued behind him, but he reverted his eyes. Once in front of the instant machines, he quickly put in his card number for the charges, and ordered a large cup of hot chocolate and after further inspection, a German chocolate bar."He's German, right? Maybe he is homesick" Haku questioned quickly, hoping he had not gotten the wrong thing. Gathering the items in his hands, he carefully made his way back to the room, not yet sure why he had chosen to go through all the trouble that he just had. Slipping inside the room again, he saw that thankfully, his charger was still asleep. Carefully, he set the hot chocolete and candy bar next to the table by the other mans bed. Finding a pen and paper, he scribbled something on the note before leaving it beside the cup for the other to find when he woke up from his nightmare. After that, he al but jumped into his bed, and slid under the covers, pulling them over his head. He was thankful for the dark room, the fact that the other was asleep, and the covers over his head, because all these factors were hiding the fact that his normally pale cheeks were a bright hue of red, and with that, he too fell asleep. The note read: I woke up and was hungry so got food, then decided I didn't want it. Thought you might want it, Thanks, Haku. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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