I'm down to my skin and bone . . . ( private )

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Pilot was crying, again. Teardrops falling down his face and onto his paws which were covered in bandages. His whole body was covered in bandages, as well as over his empty eye socket. The tiny bunny like creature was huddled in the corner of the rusty gross cell. It felt like he has been trapped in here for years. But in reality he had no idea how long he had been here. A week? Two weeks? Two days?


    Yes occasionally he was allowed to go outside, but not too far away. And he couldn't stop being stared at as well. It was like he was some kind of alien on another planet. He had never felt like this before.


    Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? It just...was unfair.
    A couple soft coughs escaped Pilot's mouth, shivers down his spine abruptly starting to make his body twitch. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Pilot ❀ ().

    [size=8]This game had gone on for twelve days now. Interrogation, food, idle chat, water, repeat. He had slowly chipped away at Pilot's defences and left him bare without lifting another paw to him again. It turned out the jackalope was relatively easy to manipulate, once a good beating was followed by gentle, soothing touches and easy treatment. Stockholm syndrome, they called it. Imperialstar could almost appear friendly to Pilot, which was good for the both of him, as it gave the Commander information and the captive safety. They could live in disharmony, yes, but without any more pain.


    The serval had gathered a substantial meal for the jackalope and brought it to where he was being housed, letting himself in and shutting the door behind him. He had no qualms with keeping Pilot well fed and housed as long as he cooperated; in fact, with him, he also brought blankets and a few extra candles, to light the place up and stop it smelling so damp. Dim, olive eyes surveyed the area, and then he stepped over in Pilot's direction, dropping the meal at the creature's paws and shrugging off the blankets to offer to him. He aimed to loop said blankets around the jackalope's small body, and then turned to busy himself with the candles, silent. He'd let Pilot speak first. It was their little game.
    [size=2px][color=transparent] #rabimperialmind

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px] Pilot knew about their little game they played as well. Pilot was extremely fearful of Imperialstar. The leader knew how to get answers out of his enemy. He played with their minds and buried them in their own fear until they confessed. Just by taking Pilot's eye, he had knocked down all of Pilot's defenses. Pilot knew he could never win the game, but he had no choice but to keep on playing. Just be good, don't get angry or snap, just answer all his questions truthfully. Pilot knew that the kind actions were not really kind and for his well being, it was all for Imperial's gain. At least by going along with it, he was being fed and kept alive.


    Pilot wished he was back home. He wanted to be with Impala and Bucky again, and the flowers that grew there. Pilot had moved around everywhere, and at Sunclan he felt at home. Perhaps he had found his true home. But like everything else it was torn from him. Pilot slunk slightly father in the corner as Imperial entered the cell. His testy blue eye watched him calmly, but as always he was being cautious. The food was put at his feet and the blanket wrapped around him. When imperial went to set up the candles, Pilot went to start to hungrily nibble on his food. It didn't matter if it was grass, or mice, or human food, he was going to eat when he was given. [b]"T...Thank you for the food." he whispered before continuing to munch. His one good eye glancing up at Imperial. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=8]Imperialstar took matches and struck up the candles with a flourish, shaking out the flame of the matches before settling down near Pilot, belly against the cool earth. Thank you for the food? " You're very welcome, " he replied, head on his paws. He didn't like manipulation like this; the slow draw was an agony he endured as much as Pilot did, only in a different way. He felt the panic rise up inside, thick tar clogging his lungs. This kindness was all that stopped him from being Michael.


    " Do they hurt? " he asked, referring to the wounds. A sheathed paw was extended in the creature's direction, pads down, keeping the claws away. " I can take the pain if they do. Most prisoners aren't as cooperative, they don't get the privileges. They aren't mine, though. I can't help them. I can help you, though. " he admitted.


    /rushed, being kicked off
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]//noooooo ;0;


    Pilot glanced over at him once more, lifting his head from the food when he was asked if his wounds hurt. What would be the smart way to answer? Be truthful and say yes? Or play it as if he was fine and say no? Would Imperial react badly if he knew he was lying? Pilot opened his tiny mouth as if he was going to answer, but then Imperial spoke again making Pilot quickly close his mouth. Pilot listened to him carefully as he offered to relieve his pain a little from his body. Pilot bit down on his lip looking away. He was obviously hesitant and of course skeptical of the other's offer. [b]"I...I..." he took in a shaky breath, looking away. All his walls were already broken down. What did Imperial have planned for this? Was it to get more answers out of him somewhere? "okay." he whispered keeping his head bowed down.[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=8]( i'M BACK )


    The serval nodded and slid forwards, aiming to lightly touch Pilot's side and remove any pain the other male was feeling, before creeping back a few metres and settling back down. He inhaled deeply, turning an olive gaze to the candle flames. This was a familiar setting, for him. Prison. He was not unused to being held captive, so he understood how it felt. He would've empathised with Pilot had his time in a jail of sorts not been far, far worse than the jackalope's. Pilot wouldn't ever be able to imagine what he'd suffered.


    " So. Have you told me all you know, truthfully? " he asked, the words punctuated by a sneeze. He was often sick, even if he protested that he was perfectly healthy, and this showed.
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    pilot closed his eyes, taking in a long hard breath. The pain melted away from his body, and it became numb. It felt relieving...but it also scared him. He had never just had pain suddenly taken from him, just swept from his body in one movement. It was odd. And how Imperial could do that was beyond Pilot's intelligent mind. The jackalope turned to stare into the flames of the candle, his one eye reflecting the bright flames that flickered back and forth rhythmically. When he was asked that question, he frowned and he swallowed slightly.
    Imperial had successfully gotten him to speak all the information he knew. But...did he truly say everything he knew? Even Pilot wasn't so sure. He exhaled slowly. [b]"I...I don't recall anything else I can tell you."     he paused and looked down once more. "W-When can I go home?" he suddenly asked, but immediately froze as if he regretted asking that question. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=8]He pushed his nose into his arm and waited out the pain, feeling it ebb from his body in a slow, sluggish, sucking wave, glugging down the drain at an impossible pace. It was not unbearable; it held the same level of discomfort as a fly, but he did not like the feeling of it slithering away, like a cold, damp serpent stretching across his throat and down his flank, to his haunches, rattle flicking against one eye in a throb of insistent torment. He let it go, however, patient and still, lifting his head only once it had completely left him, and only once Pilot asked that fateful question.


    When could he go home? " Not now. " he answered, slowly. " I'm afraid you'll be here a while. But if you cooperate as you have been, you will be permitted more small freedoms, and your cell will drastically improve. You may be moved to a better one. With windows. " he exhaled, stretching himself out, then hunching up into a small ball. " I was a prisoner, like you, once. My life was far worse than this, I can assure you. Trust me when I say I'm doing all I can to make this pleasant. You're more cooperative than other prisoners. "


    Imperialstar picked at the ground with a claw, silent again. " Will the blankets keep you warm? "


    ( Where do you want this thread to go, might I ask? How far do you want this to develop in this thread? )
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]//hmmm maybe soon we can time skip to when Imperial finds pilot sick?
    Unless you think it's too soon for that
    && maybe for a small idea imperial can show Pilot around the territory in the evening when no one is around XD
    Idk its up to you to be completely honest


    [b]"Oh..." Pilot mumbled softly looking down. Would it make a difference really? Well...of course being able to breathe better in his disgusting cell would make a difference, but...it still wouldn't be sun clan. It still wouldn't be an environment with the most amazing friends he's ever had in the world. It wouldn't be like his one place where he finally felt like he belonged. Well...he couldn't really complain now could he? This was better than being dead or having absolutely no food or water. Pilot exhaled and looked back towards the candles. He wondered if Impala missed him, or anyone there. Probably not. He wasn't the most sociable individual there, but people still got along with him. He felt...accepted. "Are...there flowers here? Tulips?" he suddenly asked. Even he for a moment looked a bit surprised with his own question. Flowers would make him feel much better. He wondered if he could find some nearby the prisioner area. He felt his cheeks almost burn in embarrassment as he looked away with a shaky sigh. "I mean...urg..."[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=8]( If you want to timeskip to that, that'll work! Imperial can leave in the post after this and then timeskip? )


    Pilot was far less talkative, which made it difficult for Imperialstar -- not that he cared. He hated conversation, truly. Seeing as the jackalope wasn't responding to his words, he rose, ready to extinguish the candles and leave, but the sudden question halted him half-risen, and he eased himself back to the floor.


    " Yes. Plenty. " he responded. " We have a very ... Varied territory, so there will be tulips, somewhere. " the serval knew that for a fact. They had many types of flowers, some recognisable and some not, so tulips were bound to be somewhere.


    He tilted his head at the embarrassed flush that spread across Pilot's face and frowned. There was no need to be embarrassed; the SunClanner had no dignity left, anyway.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]//yes that would be amazing! <3 so what are we doing first?


    [b]"Varied territory?" Pilot echoed gently looking down at his tiny paws with a frown. He had only ever been in one part of the territory. He sighed out. He'll probably never be able to see them anyway. Pilot was too scared to go father out into the territory as well. He sighed and laid his head down, frowning. He glanced at Imperial, frowning at him and he quickly looked away. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=11px]As this was going nowhere, Imperialstar rose with a sigh. " Varied, yes. We have a range of biomes. Maybe you'll see them, one day. " he looked vaguely disappointed, turning to distinguish the candles, one by one. At least, now, there was a pleasant aroma in the air, and Pilot had blankets. He'd not need Imperialstar until the next day, so ...


    Silently pivoting, the serval took his leave, padding away.


    ( how about we time skip to where Imperial's feeling friendlier, Pilot's sick, he takes him in, nurses him back to health whilst being a grumpy dork, and then shows him around at night when he's better? )
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]//that sounds great!~ who should do the timeskip? [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=11px]( Meeeee )


    Imperialstar was angry at himself, very much so. He was making a mistake, he knew — he'd told himself that this kindness was the game, but he doubted his tolerance was simply part of some genius tactic any longer. They said that, if you smiled long enough when sad, your mood began to improve. Perhaps this was ... This was like that. Act merciful to someone for long enough, and ...


    The serval had gotten into several scraps since last visiting Pilot, captured an Exiles General, and punched a wall so hard he'd broken his paw. This wasn't the first time he'd done that, but still, it'd hurt like a bitch. Setting the paw had been easy with the aid of one happy-to-help NPC, as he'd not wanted to bother the doctors (because he still pined secretly after Charcoal) or the nurses, and now he was moving around easily on three legs, the broken paw wrapped up in bandages slung around his neck and shoulder to secure it.


    Agony cleared his mind, however, and now Imperialstar was ready to go back to Pilot. He let himself into the male's cell silently, then stopped dead, jaw set. The area reeked of damp and sickness, which ... Wasn't good. He didn't want the prisoner dying. " Pilot? " he called out, eyes narrowed.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Pilot's fur was covered and soaked in sweat. A small puddle of vomit laid nearby, and a trembling jackalope was curled in the corner. Even though he was shivering violently as if he was cold, he was burning up with a fever. Pilot's blue eye slightly creaked open, his head slightly turning in Imperial's direction, but he quickly froze as he went into a coughing fit. His throat burned and his body ached. He probably was going to die wasn't he? Pilot just wanted to sleep more than anything but he couldn't when he was constantly wheezing and vomiting. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=11px]Well, shit. That didn't look good. Wrinkling his nose, Imperialstar, who had a blanket over his back, approached quickly to shrug off the cover and wrap it around the jackalope. Damn him, damn him! He'd expected to hold out quicker, but ...


    " Come on. Stay quiet. " the serval snapped, aiming to bundle Pilot up and then scoop him up in the blanket, grabbing the corners in his jaws and turning to leave. It was evening, and people didn't often mill around by the cells. He could easily get Pilot to his house without anyone spotting them.


    And that he did, winding through the alleys to open the door to his house and then shut it behind him once he stepped in. He wasted no time in heading up the stairs (he had no more secrets) and to a bedroom with a fluffy-quilted bed, aiming to set Pilot down in a mountain of pillows.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Pilot winced and released a tiny whimper as a blanket was wrapped around him. His body burned with heat and was easy to pick up and carry with the blanket. Pilot just laid limply through the whole time Imperial carried him, just emitting tiny noises of agony and fear. [b]"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry."     he whispered shivering even more now. Soon he was brought into the room and settled down on the pillows, the tiny bunny curled up coughing. "I-I'm sorry Dulcet. I-I'm sorry Mom." he whispered and suddenly froze, his eye snapping open, flickering around quickly. "W-W-Where...where..." it was obvious he was now actually conscious. [/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=11px]The serval sat down on the floor, forehead pressed against the side of the bed, silent until Pilot asked a question. " My house. " he replied, simply. " Or, more specifically, the bedroom. " he didn't sleep here; he usually slept on the couch, or under the couch, or on the floor, somewhere. " Your conditions made you sick, so I removed you from your cell. "


    It was a simple act of kindness, and he wasn't sure why. Imperialstar drew back, rising to his hind legs to settle his forelegs against the quilt, so he could see Pilot, now. " Do you need anything? " he was a guest, now -- unfortunately. Keeping this a secret would be easy, and he could always (with some unfortunate difficulty) lie, but ...
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Pilot looked rather dazed, and truthfully he was only able to pick out key words that Imperial was saying. He blinked with a half open eye and let out a wheeze resting his head back down whimpering. His eye closed back up, small crustations forming at the corners of his eye. His body was still shivering, but incredible heat came off of him. [b]"I-I'm sorry."     he whispered coughing again. "M...Maybe water?"[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]

    [size=11px]Water? Imperialstar could get that. " Don't apologise, " he said, and he'd say that to anyone. People said ' sorry ' for the most ridiculous things, and it annoyed him to no end. The serval pushed off and left Pilot to head downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing a jug and filling it with water. He carried that back upstairs, put it on the floor, then made two more trips down to the kitchen, bringing a bowl the first time, and a bottle the second.


    " Can you drink it on your own? " he asked, needing to know if the bottle or bowl was needed.
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