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[the Clerk had expected to meet yet again with the strange, outcasted, so called "Sentinel". the past time they had conversed, it had been a short interaction- the Clerk merely showed him around until the soldier was satisfied. a waste of time, really (in the Clerk's mind, at least), but the guard seemed interested in the events going on at the time.

truthfully, he wanted to know more about the strange man- and more about the place that he came from. he was similar... eerily similar to the rhythm guitarist in the National Band. in fact, he believed that this Sentinel character contains something in common with the two Deaths that seemed to be wandering around. Similar, and yet so different. At least this guard didn't look to be as deranged as the Gerard, though. he shuttered in his chair in his office, remembering their first, and last, interaction.

he had sent a request to see the Sentinel under the Dictator's own signature. ungenuine? perhaps, but it wasn't the worst he had ever done. if the man truly had any loyalty to Draag, he wouldn't hesitate in fulfilling the wishes that seemingly came from the Dictator. he waited in his office for the man to appear, sipping on an already cold cup of plain black tea, toying with a pen in between his fingers.]

[ @draags-national-clerk ]

[ For most of his (considerably small) lifespan, calling Lin "The Sentinel" would have resulted in an immediate response, a salute, and a soldier ready to fulfill orders. For the last year, however, that name had been slipping, and over the past six months, it was one he'd rarely heard at all-- so when The Sentinel was requested at the behest of His Grand Immortal Dictator, the soldier found himself discomforted at the thought of slipping back into old skin that never quite fit his body right. ]

[ He didn't tell Gerard (God knows he'd find out in time; he at least wanted a head start), and within an hour of receiving the summons, the man had appeared just behind the doors of the office building, summoning a breath of courage to steel himself before walking through. ]

[ Lin's expression was cold, his demeanor stagnant; this only lasted about fifteen paces, however, as upon seeing an empty room, he couldn't hide the flicker of annoyance behind his eyes. ]

[he soon received word that his requested visitor had arrived- and so he got up from his desk, brushing off his suit jacket. he made sure the pillows on his couch were straight, and everything looked presentable for his guest in his office. he was rather obsessive with cleaning the office space, every corner pristine, his desk always as cleaned as he wanted it to be.

he walked rather briskly down the hall, his dress shoes clacking on the tile, the sound layering with the rhythmic swishing of fabric rubbing together. his office was a few floors up from the ground entrance, and so he took the elevator- as usual. no one usually ever joined with him. most people around him feared him, to some degree, which he found strange, but also rather satisfying. while he was on his way to the main interests, he thought over the questions he would ask the soldier.

when he finally got to the foyer, he saw the man immediately. he stuck out, in a sense. an old military uniform- the make out of circulation- the scow on his face, the very stature in which he stood, and, most noticeably, the large modified rifle in his hands, harmlessly pointed to the ground.]

You must be the Sentinel. Thank you for joining with me today, but perhaps we should go through this brief meeting in a more private place? Could I show you to my office?

[he nodded his head in greeting towards the man, not extending his hand to be shook as it was clear the soldier’s were already full.]

[ Lin-- no, The Sentinel-- hardened his gaze, looking the Clerk up and down. He was almost exactly what he'd remembered him to be, with a few notable differences; for one, he seemed strikingly more comfortable than he had before, likely due to the fact that he'd expected a visitor this time; another difference was in his very stature, as he was far more confident, somehow. His voice hadn't changed, nor had his demeanor, but something was stronger within him. If not for this, perhaps he would have stood still in protest; instead, he idly slung Pansy over his shoulder and stepped forwards to follow him. ]

I was summoned by the Dictator. I'm assuming the meeting isn't just with you...

You have been summoned under Our Grand Immortal Dictator’s name. Unfortunately, I’m all you have this afternoon. The Dictator is a very busy man, and he cannot afford to attend small meetings.

[he pressed the button to open the door to the elevator, gesturing for the man to enter. he followed right behind him, eyeing the semi-automatic slung on his back. weapons usually interested him, and the soldier’s rifle was no exception.]

We wanted to learn more about you, Sentinel. Perhaps a question you can answer before we make it to the office: why do you live as more of a hermit? You know, the government could assist you with finding proper living quarters.

[ Small meetings. Lin would've laughed if he wasn't so stoic. He followed the Clerk silently, hardly caring to observe his surroundings on the way to his office -- a habit he'd learned to shed after an extended period of isolation, and knowing that he didn't have to be aware of his environment if he simply knew his target well enough. Besides, he didn't feel particularly threatened by the man before him, and he highly doubted that would change. ]

[ At the question, he bristled slightly, now far more unwilling to open up with any semblance of truth (granted, he had not been before, but his curiosity was let down considerably). ]

If we wanted to know something, we should've both shown up.

“We”? Ah, is that unstable man still living in your general vicinity?

[he pretended to think about his name, even though the wretched creature hadn’t left his head since the last interaction with them. it helped that both the Leader of the National Band and the insane man shared a name, making the unique name easier to remember.]

Gerard, wasn’t it? But, there’s nothing for you to know, anyways. I asked to see you so that I could relay information to the Dictator. He is rather curious about your past lifestyle.

[it was the lie he hid behind. the Dictator didn’t even know that such an interview was even happening at the moment. the Clerk was just gathering his own information, on both the soldier and whatever he could gather about Gerard.]

It's like I said. If he wanted to know anything, he should've shown up himself.

[ The mention of Gerard had rubbed him the wrong way, but was undeniably striking curiosity within him. His Clerk had been tortured vehemently by Gerard back home (not literally, of course, but what else could you call that relentless torment?); as for this one, well, he could only recall Gee mentioning his name in line with some frivolous stories that he'd been sure had been lies, or at the very least exaggerations. That curiosity was likely his biggest vice here, if only due to the fact that he didn't really see it as one. ]

... I might answer your questions. Might. But I want some answers, too. That's how this will work. You don't get a word out of me without one of your own.

[he tried not to show any surprise when the soldier provided a stipulation that he wanted the Clerk to meet. he gave a small shrug, an arguably graceful rise and fall of his stiff shoulders. he supposed it wasn’t too absurd of a request.]

Sounds rather fair to me, I suppose I do not have much of an objection.

[what the Sentinel would ask was what he was most concerned about, though. he almost dreaded to hear exactly what the man could possibly curious about, but as usual, the Clerk would undeniably find a way to respond without revealing much of anything.

he opened the door to his office, holding the door open for the soldier to enter first. he gestured towards the couch, indicating that he could take a seat, if he so desired, and reclaimed his own chair behind his desk.]

How shall this exchange proceeded, then? You are my guest, after all, and it would only be kind for me to allow you to go first.

How courteous.

[ His words were already dripping with sarcasm, one step away from vitriol and two steps down from cruelty; he wasn't afraid of showing his hand this early, that much was certain. ]

[ He took a seat on the couch, only debating standing until his aching legs had convinced him otherwise (who the hell warms up for a jog when they get a letter from the Dictator?), and looked over at the Clerk with a bored expression as he leaned on his hand. ]

Guess we'll just shoot off until we don't anymore. No obligation to answer so long as we're honest with each other with the things we do say. I figure that's fair enough.

[ His expression didn't change as he got comfortable, tucking Pansy back into his side and crossing his legs. ]

So. You've known about me since I first got here. Why only come to me now?

Mmm. I’d be inclined to agree with you. What’s the saying- “honesty is the best policy”- no? We’ll see if that remains true.

[he watched his guest sink into the couch with an air of detached curiosity. he certainly hadn’t prepared to be questioned at first, and so he took a few moments to reply.]

Fortunately, my schedule has been clearing up, slowly but surely. From that first interaction you had intrigued me, it was merely a matter of finding the time to actually go through with such a meeting as this.

[he steepled his fingers in front of him, thinking though the things he was originally planning on asking. the man was usually slow to speak, and so much remained true.]

Where do you truly come from? Both you and that partner of yours had mentioned it before, but alas, I am still rather interested in learning more about the Draag from whence you came.

[ The Sentinel frowned a bit, thinking. Though he'd expected the question, nothing would ever make it easier to handle. ]

Draag.

[ A simple answer, but not intended to be untrue, nor where he ended. He didn't care to twist the man's words -- he knew what he meant. ]

Not sure when, how, or why. All I know is it's a place that looks a bit like this, with people who look a lot like this. It was...

[ The wheat here is plentiful. The sun is visible past the clouds. The air is breathable, the people are unafraid, the air is less tense and the skies are clear of raids... ]

It was colder there. A lot colder. In more than one sense of the word.

[he tilted his head minutely, genuinely interested, despite the rather vague answer. he couldn’t blame the soldier, though- it seemed like a rather difficult topic to even begin to describe.]

Mm. I can gather the rest, but I am mainly interested in the political climate, if you were aware of such things. I would assume so, with your position in the military, but still, I try not to assume.

[the soldier certainly seemed… hardened, either by wars, or the tensions of the environment. of course, there were many things that played into the disposition of a person, but they were what the Clerk thought of immediately.]

What was your connection to your Dictator like? You very obviously have some deep loyalty to him, if you were so ready to accept my faux invitation.

[ Well, Mister Clerk, Kyiv Ivanovich was the man who ordered the capture and torture of God, made himself functionally immortal, and forced me to kill my friends. But, sure, let's call it loyalty. ]

Politically, Draag is a superpower. We've conquered every surrounding territory over land, and have recently begun our overseas expansion. As for the Dictator, I was his personal bodyguard. He ensured perfection in my performance -- I wouldn't miss an opportunity to speak with this one, if given the chance.

[ The words came from a place he failed to recognize, some automatic response that had been baked into his core. Aurally, he spoke flatly, almost proudly of his nation; outwardly, however, his body language conveyed that of a child being forced through Sunday school. ]

My turn. Tell me about your political climate. Your enemies, your allies, your expansions...

[he couldn’t deny that he leaned forwards in his chair slightly, listening to the man’s rather interesting information. his version of Draag seemed far more advanced in both warfare and in the morale of citizens. perhaps a glimpse of what Draag would become in years ahead? the very proposition fascinated the Clerk.]

I had only known a small bit about your past relations with your Dictator, and so I could only assume that you would respond if my Dictator had also contacted you. Though, I do apologise for the deception. Perhaps I can arrange a time for him to speak with you in the near future.

[he silently debated how much he wished to say. it was clear that the Sentinel’s Draag was a great deal more powerful and well regarded it was, compared to current-day Draag. he relented with a small sigh.]

As for… this Draag- I’m sure, in your mind, it seems like significantly smaller global power- we have only recently ushered in the Concrete age, brought about by our own Grand Immortal Dictator. Alas, our country is lacking in one small thing: Plutonium. It is rather difficult to produce in large quantities, and so we have been looking for an allegiance with Russia as of recently.

[he tilted his head slightly, deeming that he had given away enough as of right now. of course, if the soldier asked, though, he could find some other less than useful information to convey.]

[ What the hell is Russia? ]

[ He took the Clerk's words and tone of voice to mean that the man at least respected the superiority of Lin's homeland; that was something he could use, or at least base his ego on. The soldier sat up a little straighter, his eyes a bit sharper; he knew his own worth, and now, hopefully, his host did as well. ]

My Draag doesn't do allegiances. We expand by force.

[ Despite his own feelings about it, his words were confident, almost condescending. ]

No need for deals when we seize production. I recommend it, if you've got the army for it...

[ Lin set his gun in his lap, turning it over in his hands. A superior weapon, one that exhaled every breath he took in. A good soldier uses his rifle as an extension of himself. ]

[he noticed the shift, and quite honestly, he was shocked at how quickly the soldiers demeanour could shift. his voice was originally merely disinterested, but there was a shift in his tone- haughtier, self-assured. it didn’t scare him - how could something like that frighten him anymore? - but he suddenly felt some diffidence. though Draag was rising to the top of the metaphorical food chain, why were they holding back their true greatness? it was clear from the Sentinel’s Draag that they could be a far more glorious nation. one to truly be proud of.]

If we’ve got the army for it?

[he scoffed as if it was a challenge. of course they had the forces necessary. that wasn’t even a question. though wars didn’t rely purely on firepower, did they? what was lacking was resources- after all, that’s what wars depended on.]

I don’t think the Dictator would be against that completely. I shall have to speak to him about that sometime, though, I am just the Clerk. It isn’t like I am on the Board of War.

[ He laughed a bit, more confident now. He could feel the pride radiating off of the both of them, something empowering, despite his own disdain towards his homeland; even now, the sentinel knew nothing but Draag, and found it difficult to entirely dislike it. ]

Well, I'm sure he values your opinion.

[ A jab as much as an inquiry. It was his turn to ask questions. ]

I mean, considering he left this meeting to you, I'd assume he respects you to some degree. Am I wrong?

[he only barely caught the man’s tone, but brushed it off either way. he had long since mastered keeping his face void from any sense of softness or familiarity, but he had to admit that whenever he would be placed in proximity to the Dictator’s leadership, he felt a vague sense of self-importance. in his mind, it was an honour.]

To some degree… no, you are not wrong. I very much hope that he respects me- somewhat, at least. Aside from Madam Secretary, I believe it is safe to say that he has confided in me a handful of times.

[he raised his eyebrow slightly, giving the man on the couch an almost indecipherable look.]

Though, I hope you’re not looking to uncover the Dictator’s secrets. Those are not mine to share.

I wouldn't need a middle-man for that, if that were my goal.

[ The soldier shifted in his seat, thinking over the Clerk's words and tucking them away for later. ]

I'm loyal to Draag. Assume otherwise and you'll be putting yourself at a heavy disadvantage. I'm not here to make a scene-- that's a decent reason to stick to the forest, by the way. Just in case you were curious.

[he acknowledged his comment with a small nod, attempting to look at the man ahead of him in a new light. awfully self assured the soldier was- though would that be an advantage, if anything? he’d have to keep closer tabs on this Sentinel. just to be safe.]

I’ve heard rumours of you and… someone else out in the forest with you. Do you have any companions?

[“any fellow… copies,” is what he wished to say, though thought it might come across as offensive to the man. There were the two rhythm guitarists, two singers- what else would come next?]

Not living with me, no.

[ What kind of a fool would he be if he gave out the truth? ]

But I do spend time with Gerard. My Gerard, I mean-- don't think I've met yours yet. ... He tells me you've interacted.

[ He watched carefully for any changes in expression, hoping to incite some embarrassment or nervousness. I hope he wonders what I know. I hope he realizes what all I've heard... ]

Fortunately, only once.

[the Sentinel’s Gerard did seem the type to brag about such a thing (though, wouldn’t Death do the same?). the Clerk mentally shuttered at what that creature had possibly said about him, what truly happened, but nothing he could do to change that now, besides keep his blank expression.

he hadn’t even told the Dictator about their brief interaction. the soldier sitting in front of him was sure to hear nothing of importance.]

I do not know how you could stand him. I don’t mean any offence to his demeanour, or your personal judgment, but he is quite the strange man.

[ He could've taken offense (or feigned it), but he only laughed, shaking his head. ]

I don't. He's fucking insane. You never get used to it.

[ But, he thought, at least I can't remember when he was sane. ]

Still, I'd trust him with my life. We don't need to get along to be ride or die for each other.

[ Lin paused, closing his eyes for just a moment longer than usual. Affection, was it? No, no. There had to be another word for it. He'd have to think on it. ]

[ The soldier's body shifted against the walls of Gerard's empty tent before he managed to lie somewhat comfortably across his bedding. For a living man, he looked shockingly corpse-like, though that sentiment was true even without the state of his bloodied and broken body. ]

[ There he lay, daring to close his eyes for just a moment of rest before Gerard would return from whatever he was up to. ]

[ @know-i-loathe-you ]

[ by some miracle, Gerard hadn't made the choice to go meander through the city streets. Instead he had simply ducked out for a bit to collect firewood... which consisted of wandering around the woods plucking up sticks in his arms and occasionally getting distracted by wildlife or cool rocks ]

[ it was only a matter of time before his mission was deemed successful enough to return to the campsite, and he shuffled up to the firepit to dump his haul off with a grunt. And then it hit him. That tingle on the back of his neck, like a prey animal alerting to the presence of something nearby. He glanced over the clearing, seeing nothing in the immediate line and frowning softly as he marched to his tent with the intentions of retrieving his revolver ]

[ ... and there he saw him. Lin, eyes closed and chest slowly rising-- with freshly purple bruises blooming across a puffy face. He practically pounced into the tent, placing a hand down against Lin's chest to keep him from jolting as he woke him ]

Frank! Jesus, what happened to you-?

[ Even with Gerard's hand on his chest, it took considerable effort to keep the soldier from springing upwards as he was approached. After snapping back to consciousness, however, he shook his head and calmed himself, muttering under his breath for a moment before finally speaking up. ]

Close- close the,- the flap.

Do what-? I... Okay, okay-

[ fumbling to turn around and pull the tent fully closed behind him, he was back at Lin's side in lightning speed. Both hands pawed at his shoulders and up to his cheeks where they paused to cup, his thumbs tenderly pressing into skin and pulling him side to side to look over the extent of visible damage. They could do this now. Not like their relationship issues had ever deterred Gerard from being handsy with Lin in the first place, but those times had always been different. Felt different. This was laced with an old sort of affection that had recently returned to them in all of its fragility ]

Who did this, Frankie...? Have you been crying...?

[ his eyes softened, concern laced with a vulnerable kind of fear. A hand moved up to brush Lin's choppy bangs from his forehead. Sweaty, likely from pain and exhaustion combined. Gaze flitting down quickly, he noticed a swollen cut on the soldier's lip that almost perfectly overlapped the scar he already possessed. Something about old wounds... ]

[ The tenderness was expected these days, almost welcomed-- but after the day's experiences, the wonder found himself flinching away at first, then letting Gerard examine him in tense silence. He opened his mouth to stutter out some sort of explanation, but the words didn't come; in fact, he could hardly make a sound. The only response he offered to his friend's inquiry was a dazed, empty look. ]

. . .

[ Despite wanting to lean into his touch, the soldier remained frozen in place. He took in the scene before him as if it were the very last time. ]

...he's back, Gerard...

[ His voice was weak, disbelieving. It's as if this was his first time hearing this as well. ]

...he followed us here.

[ his breath caught in his throat, blood running ice cold and heart giving an uneven thud against his chest like it was debating on stopping entirely to save himself the woe. His hands tensed against Lin's face... and then dropped. His breath caught up all at once with a shuddery inhale ]

[ Shock. ]

You're... No. You're lying. Frank- you haven't been getting a lot of sleep... we're both going through a lot. It- I mean, I'm certainly no stranger to hallucinations...

[ he shook his head rapidly without even registering the motion at all, his fingertips and tongue suddenly feeling very, very numb. In all of the realm(s) of possibility, it didn't click for him that if they had shown up here-- their Dictator very well could too. In his mind such an idea was an impossible feat. But if it were impossible, why were they here? Together, even? Unless, of course, there was a way at all ]

[ Denial. ]

[ and then, all at once, his emotions took a rapid swing. the look in Lin's eyes told him enough. He knew what he'd seen. There was no doubt. His bruises were real, and his pain was tangible. Gerard's face contorted with wild rage and his lip upturned into a vicious snarl. He shoved back away from the soldier, clawing the tent flap open and staggering outside. The world was spinning as adrenaline punched through his veins and he hardly knew he was even grabbing at anything until he could hear the crash and clattering of one of his bags. Another went next, and then the firepit got a good kick too. He clawed at his own face and huffed hard, and when all of that wasn't enough to get those feelings out, he gave a broken scream out to the trees as if they cared ]

[ Anger. ]

[ the sound cracked as his lungs gave out, tapering off into a frantic giggle. Wild eyes darted around at the mess, and then towards the forest like he expected someone to be there watching ]

He has no resources here! Nothing! He's- he's a nobody now... What's it matter? What does any of this matter? We could just kill him. No one would help him. Or- or or or, we could run away. I bet we could. He wouldn't be able to catch up. Not like this. Not here! It's- it's all... he's-- ffffucking-

[ Bargaining. ]

[ he rambled on until the words became nonsensical noise, huffing and puffing as the shot of adrenaline began to fail and his shaking body returned to him. A hiccup was what ceased the string of mumbles. He choked on it, feeling a warm wetness run down his cheeks that he almost assumed was blood until his throat felt very, very dry and his nose began to leak as well. Always an ugly crier. That's what his Dictator had told him, and then, he went on to command Gerard never cry before him again. So he didn't. ]

[ Depression. ]

. . . He really is back... Fuck... I- I didn't think... How could I be so stupid? To ever think that we could be free? Frank you... you need to be careful. He can't know how far you've come back... He'll...

[ slowly, he slid down to the dirt. Sitting limply, he stared at the tent as it hung open and finally returned his gaze back to the soldier still sitting within. This time, they shared the same, empty look between each other ]

[ Acceptance. ]

[ Gerard had the drive to do all Lin wished he could do. At least he could live through him, in those moments. ]

[ The broken soldier tried to ignore Gee's words, but his hopelessness had already taken root. Who were they to think they'd ever be free? To think they deserved their freedom? Their Dictator should put them in their place. ]

[ Everything in his soul drew him towards the ground. His cheek begged for the soil, his body was twenty million times as heavy; he could barely hold himself up. He would fall, if he did not give in -- so he did not give in. ]

[ Slowly, softly, he spoke again, his voice cold and calculated. ]

We should kill him.

[ the only part of his body to move from where he sat was his head, tilting ever so slowly to one side as he thought over such a suggestion. There were a million and one ways that it could go wrong... but the thousands of potential fates of failure were nothing compared to the absolution of one in which they did not try ]

[ it was doubtful that Lin could tell from their distance, but the man's eyes dilated like a cat who'd locked a mouse in its sights. He felt a flutter in his chest-- a dangerous sort of excitement, and he registered the weight of his dagger at his hip. Then, he smiled. It was calm, tranquil even. Lin had reached out, plucked up a single shard of his mind, and dusted it off. Perfect. They'd kill him. ]

. . . O-kay, Frankie. We'll kill him.

[ The soldier nodded, his body moving before he could think. He crawled closer, struggling as he used one shoulder to aide him while a hand cradled his broken rib; he was at Gerard's side in seconds, and with that, he rest his head in his lap and cried. Not consciously, mind you; silent tears may have rolled down his cheeks, but his mind was clear, and his expression was lost. ]

Л Ѻ᮵HƆ ⅃᮵A. I'm sorry.

[ It wasn't clear what he was apologizing for. ]

It'll be just like before. He doesn't have to exist here.

[ His voice was small. Some part of him spoke that was born here, in this Draag. Some infantile "hope" that persisted despite reason. ]

[ his eyes widened and for a moment he was shocked back to a not too far past. How many times had they done this? Did Lin even remember all those nights spent in such similar positions? ]

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

"You made it after all..." Gerard cooed softly, squinting through the darkness of his cell. Though he didn't need to see Frank to know exactly who it was. This was an infinitely important ritual to either of them-- and the soft click of a long stolen key gave him all the relief he could desire almost each and every night.

There was no verbal response. Instead, the soft drag of socks against tile. He'd barely had time to sit upright in his cot before warm arms encircled his waist and he was being pushed right back down. An exhale meant to be a laugh left him as he hit the thin mattress, hands fumbling with Frank's hips as the smaller man clambered atop him. He settled, finally, and then lips met as a reward for their labors.

He felt the excitement of their sins shock through his body and sighed contentedly into the exchange. A hand slipped beneath the hem of Frank's shirt and brushed bare side.

And then it ceased. Frank withdrew from the kiss and shoved his nose into the crook of Gerard's neck. Confused at first, the leader scoffed and tapped him lightly to signal his desire for them to get back on track.

He felt the warm, wet tears smear across his throat. Heard a sniffle. Suddenly none of that mattered, and he was drawing the smaller tightly into him and curling as much as the position would allow. A quiet shush left his lips, and he held on for dear life in return.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

[ clearing his throat harshly to remove the lump that had formed, a shaking hand dropped to brush ever so tenderly through the softest curls he knew. The hand slid down after another moment, cupping the side of Lin's jaw and using a thumb to brush at his tear tracks. He could hardly look down, knowing that the sight would have his heart in pieces ]

... It's okay. Hey, it's okay... We're gonna be alright, Frankie. We'll figure it out. We always do. This... this is different, now. This is ours.

#hate unconditional #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom #diluted

[ There was no memory of this, of course; their Dictator had made sure of that. But how much of his body had remembered? His spirit? That was always going to be the question on his mind. ]

[ Right now, he felt awful. Awful, and numb. The only thing on his mind was the immediate, and immediately, he wanted to stop crying. Lin tried to push Gerard away with anger or distaste, but he could hardly bring himself to move at all. ]

[ He tried to speak, tried to say I know, it's fine, or even let me go, but no part of him truly wanted that. Surely that was the reason for his weakness. Not the blood loss, not the broken bones or head wounds, or that strange feeling behind his eye. ]

[ His head had hardly lifted before an odd warmth escaped his lips, and

the world

was

red

blood pouring

his face as the skin under Gerard's thumbs began to

cr a ck

and

s h a t t e r .

His eyes rolled up, and up, further back and back until the whites disappeared into the broken veins hiding just underneath.

And none of this would have happened if it weren't for you.

If you'd (taken the shot/closed your eyes/given up/fought back/run away), he wouldn't be (here/gone).

If only you had memorized his skin. you would be able to piece it back together. But, look-- it's shattered under your thumb.

Because of you.

If only your lips could save him. But that's never been enough for him. For you, maybe, but not for him. See how he lays so carelessly against you? How he hardly cares to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you? When's the last time he initiated anything, hm? For all he's become, it seems he's left behind those parts of him which he considers non-essential.

Go on, comfort him. Comfort whatever's left of the boy you made him to be. You killed the Sentinel in anger, with vengeance. But Frank is dead now. Really dead. Whatever this thing is... he's unrecognizable.

You really should put him out of his misery.

Or, better yet, destroy his body now, before the Dictator can bring back that monster that (killed your brother/broke your heart/ended the world).

Are you listening? I know you can hear me.

The only way through is under. You will once again be victorious as you claw your way through the mud, out of your shallow grave and atop the corpses of your past mistakes.

You're the reason he's here. He's the reason you were followed. If you act now, you can keep running... ]

. . . ugh...

[ Lin reached up to wipe his nosebleed with his sleeve, and adjusted his position. His head, once on its side, now rest upright, the man staring up and past his lover to watch the leaves above them. The canopy made for a beautiful sky; much safer, too. ]

[ There he lay, daring to close his eyes for just a moment of rest before Gerard would return from whatever he was up to. ]

[ @know-i-loathe-you ]

Frank! Jesus, what happened to you-?

Close- close the,- the flap.

Do what-? I... Okay, okay-

Who did this, Frankie...? Have you been crying...?

. . .

[ Despite wanting to lean into his touch, the soldier remained frozen in place. He took in the scene before him as if it were the very last time. ]

...he's back, Gerard...

[ His voice was weak, disbelieving. It's as if this was his first time hearing this as well. ]

...he followed us here.

[ Shock. ]

You're... No. You're lying. Frank- you haven't been getting a lot of sleep... we're both going through a lot. It- I mean, I'm certainly no stranger to hallucinations...

[ Denial. ]

[ Anger. ]

[ the sound cracked as his lungs gave out, tapering off into a frantic giggle. Wild eyes darted around at the mess, and then towards the forest like he expected someone to be there watching ]

[ Bargaining. ]

[ Depression. ]

[ Acceptance. ]

[ Gerard had the drive to do all Lin wished he could do. At least he could live through him, in those moments. ]

[ Slowly, softly, he spoke again, his voice cold and calculated. ]

We should kill him.

. . . O-kay, Frankie. We'll kill him.

#hate unconditional #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom

Л Ѻ᮵HƆ ⅃᮵A. I'm sorry.

[ It wasn't clear what he was apologizing for. ]

It'll be just like before. He doesn't have to exist here.

[ His voice was small. Some part of him spoke that was born here, in this Draag. Some infantile "hope" that persisted despite reason. ]

[ @draags-national-clerk ]

[ Lin's expression was cold, his demeanor stagnant; this only lasted about fifteen paces, however, as upon seeing an empty room, he couldn't hide the flicker of annoyance behind his eyes. ]

You must be the Sentinel. Thank you for joining with me today, but perhaps we should go through this brief meeting in a more private place? Could I show you to my office?

[he nodded his head in greeting towards the man, not extending his hand to be shook as it was clear the soldier’s were already full.]

I was summoned by the Dictator. I'm assuming the meeting isn't just with you...

You have been summoned under Our Grand Immortal Dictator’s name. Unfortunately, I’m all you have this afternoon. The Dictator is a very busy man, and he cannot afford to attend small meetings.

[ At the question, he bristled slightly, now far more unwilling to open up with any semblance of truth (granted, he had not been before, but his curiosity was let down considerably). ]

If we wanted to know something, we should've both shown up.

“We”? Ah, is that unstable man still living in your general vicinity?

Gerard, wasn’t it? But, there’s nothing for you to know, anyways. I asked to see you so that I could relay information to the Dictator. He is rather curious about your past lifestyle.

It's like I said. If he wanted to know anything, he should've shown up himself.

... I might answer your questions. Might. But I want some answers, too. That's how this will work. You don't get a word out of me without one of your own.

Sounds rather fair to me, I suppose I do not have much of an objection.

How shall this exchange proceeded, then? You are my guest, after all, and it would only be kind for me to allow you to go first.

How courteous.

[ His words were already dripping with sarcasm, one step away from vitriol and two steps down from cruelty; he wasn't afraid of showing his hand this early, that much was certain. ]

Guess we'll just shoot off until we don't anymore. No obligation to answer so long as we're honest with each other with the things we do say. I figure that's fair enough.

[ His expression didn't change as he got comfortable, tucking Pansy back into his side and crossing his legs. ]

So. You've known about me since I first got here. Why only come to me now?

Mmm. I’d be inclined to agree with you. What’s the saying- “honesty is the best policy”- no? We’ll see if that remains true.

[he watched his guest sink into the couch with an air of detached curiosity. he certainly hadn’t prepared to be questioned at first, and so he took a few moments to reply.]

[he steepled his fingers in front of him, thinking though the things he was originally planning on asking. the man was usually slow to speak, and so much remained true.]

Where do you truly come from? Both you and that partner of yours had mentioned it before, but alas, I am still rather interested in learning more about the Draag from whence you came.

[ The Sentinel frowned a bit, thinking. Though he'd expected the question, nothing would ever make it easier to handle. ]

Draag.

[ A simple answer, but not intended to be untrue, nor where he ended. He didn't care to twist the man's words -- he knew what he meant. ]

Not sure when, how, or why. All I know is it's a place that looks a bit like this, with people who look a lot like this. It was...

[ The wheat here is plentiful. The sun is visible past the clouds. The air is breathable, the people are unafraid, the air is less tense and the skies are clear of raids... ]

It was colder there. A lot colder. In more than one sense of the word.

[he tilted his head minutely, genuinely interested, despite the rather vague answer. he couldn’t blame the soldier, though- it seemed like a rather difficult topic to even begin to describe.]

What was your connection to your Dictator like? You very obviously have some deep loyalty to him, if you were so ready to accept my faux invitation.

[ Well, Mister Clerk, Kyiv Ivanovich was the man who ordered the capture and torture of God, made himself functionally immortal, and forced me to kill my friends. But, sure, let's call it loyalty. ]

My turn. Tell me about your political climate. Your enemies, your allies, your expansions...

[he tilted his head slightly, deeming that he had given away enough as of right now. of course, if the soldier asked, though, he could find some other less than useful information to convey.]

[ What the hell is Russia? ]

My Draag doesn't do allegiances. We expand by force.

[ Despite his own feelings about it, his words were confident, almost condescending. ]

No need for deals when we seize production. I recommend it, if you've got the army for it...

[ Lin set his gun in his lap, turning it over in his hands. A superior weapon, one that exhaled every breath he took in. A good soldier uses his rifle as an extension of himself. ]

If we’ve got the army for it?

I don’t think the Dictator would be against that completely. I shall have to speak to him about that sometime, though, I am just the Clerk. It isn’t like I am on the Board of War.

Well, I'm sure he values your opinion.

[ A jab as much as an inquiry. It was his turn to ask questions. ]

I mean, considering he left this meeting to you, I'd assume he respects you to some degree. Am I wrong?

[he raised his eyebrow slightly, giving the man on the couch an almost indecipherable look.]

Though, I hope you’re not looking to uncover the Dictator’s secrets. Those are not mine to share.

I wouldn't need a middle-man for that, if that were my goal.

[ The soldier shifted in his seat, thinking over the Clerk's words and tucking them away for later. ]

I’ve heard rumours of you and… someone else out in the forest with you. Do you have any companions?

[“any fellow… copies,” is what he wished to say, though thought it might come across as offensive to the man. There were the two rhythm guitarists, two singers- what else would come next?]

Not living with me, no.

[ What kind of a fool would he be if he gave out the truth? ]

But I do spend time with Gerard. My Gerard, I mean-- don't think I've met yours yet. ... He tells me you've interacted.

[ He watched carefully for any changes in expression, hoping to incite some embarrassment or nervousness. I hope he wonders what I know. I hope he realizes what all I've heard... ]

[ There he lay, daring to close his eyes for just a moment of rest before Gerard would return from whatever he was up to. ]

[ @know-i-loathe-you ]

Frank! Jesus, what happened to you-?

Close- close the,- the flap.

Do what-? I... Okay, okay-

Who did this, Frankie...? Have you been crying...?

. . .

[ Despite wanting to lean into his touch, the soldier remained frozen in place. He took in the scene before him as if it were the very last time. ]

...he's back, Gerard...

[ His voice was weak, disbelieving. It's as if this was his first time hearing this as well. ]

...he followed us here.

[ Shock. ]

You're... No. You're lying. Frank- you haven't been getting a lot of sleep... we're both going through a lot. It- I mean, I'm certainly no stranger to hallucinations...

[ Denial. ]

[ Anger. ]

[ the sound cracked as his lungs gave out, tapering off into a frantic giggle. Wild eyes darted around at the mess, and then towards the forest like he expected someone to be there watching ]

[ Bargaining. ]

[ Depression. ]

[ Acceptance. ]

#hate unconditional #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom

[ Gerard had the drive to do all Lin wished he could do. At least he could live through him, in those moments. ]

[ Slowly, softly, he spoke again, his voice cold and calculated. ]

We should kill him.

[ There he lay, daring to close his eyes for just a moment of rest before Gerard would return from whatever he was up to. ]

[ @know-i-loathe-you ]

Frank! Jesus, what happened to you-?

Close- close the,- the flap.

Do what-? I... Okay, okay-

Who did this, Frankie...? Have you been crying...?

#hate unconditional #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom #ooc. war stare emoji

. . .

[ Despite wanting to lean into his touch, the soldier remained frozen in place. He took in the scene before him as if it were the very last time. ]

...he's back, Gerard...

[ His voice was weak, disbelieving. It's as if this was his first time hearing this as well. ]

...he followed us here.

[ There he lay, daring to close his eyes for just a moment of rest before Gerard would return from whatever he was up to. ]

[ @know-i-loathe-you ]

Frank! Jesus, what happened to you-?

#hate unconditional #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom

Close- close the,- the flap.

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ That was the first thing he took from this DRAAG. This universe. It would not be the last. The moisture-sweetened air was something he hadn't experienced for quite some time, and it took an effort to convince himself to release his breath once more. The forest chirped softly on all sides, wind rustling the treetops as they leaned away from his presence. Below, the grass whined its unheard pleas for mercy beneath heavy soles with each step. Forwards. The scratch of branches against his cheeks as he shoved through did not phase him. ]

[ He did not utter a sound as he pushed forwards, drawn by something… important. The siren's call of something he needed. Someone. Despite what felt like an endless expanse of dense brush, he knew exactly where he needed to go ]

[ A camp laid in a small, unimpressive clearing. The crudely built firepit had burned itself out as the sun ducked its halo behind the horizon, leaving a purple-orange gradient in its wake. He surveyed the space briefly, kicking over a bag leaned against the nearest stump. The greenish-yellow tarp strung up nearby caught him for an instant. A twinge of that same feeling beckoning him elsewhere drew him forwards. He hooked a finger, oh so carefully, on the opening flap. Curiosity, curiosity… ]

[ An owl cooed abruptly, and all at once he seemed to recall his mission. He dropped his hand from the tarp, turning briskly on one heel and marching onwards yet again. A church mouse, plump and unaware, slept softly in its den as he passed. ]

[ It wasn't much longer before he emerged exactly where he needed to be. An all too familiar hunk of concrete stood where it did not belong- crumbling slowly underneath creeping moss and vines. His cape dragged upon the path as he crept forwards. Closer, closer. At the door, he stopped, and lifted a hand to slide over the rusted metal. The feeling that had brought him this far had finally dulled-- though it was entirely out of satisfaction. He smiled, softly, in a way that corrupted the expression as a whole-- ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ With a gentle hum, the man behind stone walls stood from his chair, lifted Pansy up to his shoulder, and made his way to the door. He knew Gerard had mentioned something about a potential guest soon, very likely this world's version of Ray, and so he'd taken the time to straighten out his space and make it a bit more welcoming than your classic survival bunker. Maybe when they entered, he could-- ]

[ Nothing, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that lay before him. As the door swung open, the soldier's eyes focused oddly, affixed at Gerard's eye-height, but only seeing fabric. His thoughts moved too fast to recount before they finally settled on danger, danger!, and a familiar wave of bitter, destructive hopelessness took hold of his soul before he settled back in on disbelief. ]

[ No, there's no way. This can't be happening. (How did he get back?) This is some sort of trick, something unnatural, like that talking puppet. (Is he coming back for me?) We should run, we should hide, (we should--) ]

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

[ He took in the sight in silence. Moments passed. Maybe it was mere seconds, maybe it was minutes. Time means nothing to a man who has all of it in the world. He tipped his head slowly, eyes dragging up and down Lin's form behind tinted glasses. He drank him in. His shoulders had not lost a proper soldier's stature, but his eyes had regained a rebel's ember. How unfortunate. ]

My Sentinel . . .

[ My. The one word spoke a thousand more back into existence. His property-- that is what Lin would always be. His best work to date. His project, his design, his pawn. Perfectly placed upon the board. Waiting to call checkmate, in all of its unassuming little glory. ]

[ He clicked his tongue softly, as if he had not a doubt in his mind that this was all according to a plan that he'd kept between himself and God. A hand lifted, slowly, and his cape followed the arm until it could no longer hold on- sliding off and wilting back at his side. Cold leather brushed the underside of Lin's jaw and a thumb pressed a little too harshly into his chin. The Dictator drew his head up with such a grip, tipping him from side to side... not truly looking him over, but instead, testing his compliance to the action at all. ]

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

[ He could have screamed laughed made a sound as his chin was held, but he did not. He opened his mouth to speak, a look of hopelessness pure joy neutrality overtaking the man as his voice came out hushed. ]

My Dictator.

[ Lin stood frozen, allowing the Dictator to move and touch him as he pleased. His thoughts swirled and blended, the only difference between them now being in tone; thy still spoke entirely different phrases. ]

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ If his fear wasn't evident before, it was now, a sense of deep shame washing over him at the revelation that he'd abandoned his battle-ready instincts in favor of "enjoying his time". What sort of fool was he, to think he would ever be free? To think that he might be happy existing as a "person"? ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

Certainly not. I can't imagine you have many at all out here... But that leads me to wonder just why you haven't made it a priority to adopt yourself into the city. A responsible soldier would have pounced on the opportunity. Making things difficult for me, aren't you, Sentinel?

[ He carefully watched those puppy dog eyes waiver between conflicting emotions before they settled on something akin to seasickness. Releasing his chin with the graze of fingertips across it once more, he huffed softly through his nose. He wasn't equipped with any proper sort of tools to draw Lin back into the net here. Manually reconditioning Gerard had only been a minor, tedious success back when he'd experimented with such a concept... but he'd have to make do regardless ]

. . . If not taking up post, then just what have you been occupying your time with, mm? Or do I truly need to ask...? I don't, do I. We both know it's nothing you were trained for. Irrelevant. Wasteful.

[ The sun had finally given up, drowning in the all consuming darkness of the night and taking its assistance with it. The moon provided little in return, instead, causing shadows to loom further over the scene. Behind dense brush, two sets of wolfish eyes blinked to life. They stared wild and wide for a fleeting moment, and then settled into soft arches. Laughing. They were laughing. ]

You disappoint me, Franklin.

[ If Lin did notice the wolves, he made no indication of it, his mind far too centered on despair (not to say, of course, their laughter did not affect him). The certainty in the Dictator's tone made him want to claw at his skin, desperately repent, even knowing he would only find salvation in flames. ]

I...

[ Stuttering? Apologizing? What sort of a man are you? ]

[ FrankLin stood up straighter, a soldier's glare in his eye. ]

I've been looking for a way to return.

[ I am a fraud. ]

[ His shaking hands began to still as Lin rightfully centered himself. Not a whole lie, but almost certainly one. He was looking for a way to return to the comforts of home, but only the comforts, and decidedly not those that could be brought about by returning to his old self. He really should know better. He made me this way. Into the man who hates his own skin. Hates stagnation. Hates his own truth. ]

Do you not remember? There is nothing to return to. You were sent here with a directive. A divine purpose. I assumed you'd be smart enough to understand it was not mere coincidence... I suppose, perhaps, I've made too many positive assumptions of you lately.

[ The yonder eyes did not move, gazing on from their concealment. They wouldn't approach, not without command. They, certainly, were good at following orders-- and maintaining loyalty. Fields that Lin was starting to lack in yet again. They would feast on the weakened runt the moment their master allowed it. ]

. . . We'll be starting from the ground up, then. I should've had a feeling things would turn out this way. If you want something done right, well, do it yourself, no?

[ He briefly raised his chin, peering overtop of Lin at the closed door behind him like he could see right through. Gerard was on his mind. Poor Michael's bones rotted somewhere buried long before the fall of DRAAG, likely sharing a shallow grave alongside Raymond's-- he didn't care to specify where the bodies had been thrown. But Gerard... He had been spared alongside the good soldier. The little beast was likely prowling around somewhere now, and he wondered just how his favored rebel had been settling in if Lin was any show of it. ]

[ Shame. Disgust. Envy. There is nothing but revulsion for the rot that infests his decaying form. Perhaps he truly did die back home; this form was hardly his own. ]

[ Yes... come to think of it, yes, he was starting to remember. (Remember what?) Surely the gap in his mind was falsified, made simply to absolve the Sentinel of his duties. (The lazy bastard.) ]

. . . My Dictator--

[ The breath was stolen from his lungs as Lin fell to one knee, his guilt overwhelming him. For all of his conditioning, he always held a rebellious streak; keeping his status as the Dictator's finest meant that flame could be snuffed at any sign of danger. It wasn't something he had to put effort into controlling -- for better or for worse, he had to survive. ]

[ His head held low, and eyes cast downwards, the soldier somewhat submit. ]

There are... no words for how I've failed you.

[ The corner of the man's mouth twitched, as if he was hardly resisting a smirk. Condescending and cruel. He felt no pity towards the groveling bastard, standing still and tall as he looked down upon Lin's crumpled form. What a pathetic waste of a good soldier. ]

Then save them.

[ Finally, finally, a hand extended downwards. Fingers carded with false affection through soft curls. Lin had been letting it grow out. He pet the man like a dog for a long few moments, savoring the instinctive submission that he'd broken into him. ]

[ Then just as the tenderness began, it ended. He gripped harshly at Lin's scalp, yanking his chin up and bringing a boot to the plush of his tummy in the same motion. It was hardly a kick compared to what he was capable of-- but there was no need for anything more than a warning shot ]

I want a detail together by tonight. All of your contacts, all of your recon, all that you know of this place. Written and ready for me. I'll send the boys to retrieve it, and you will give them no fuss. Am I clear? Can you accomplish that much, at the very least?

[ The kick only brought Lin closer to the ground, but anything was better than six feet under. (He should be grateful he's not dead.) ]

Yes, sir.

[ The words came automatically as his mind pieced together what his Dictator had really said to him. The boys-- so the twins are here. I'll have to let Gerard know once His Greatness leaves. Still, for as instinctual as those words were, they were no further from truth as his compliance; he was ready and prepared to offer his sources, what little he had, and to share what he knew of this place. If his Dictator was here to stay, he may as well know where he's going. ]

Good boy. Now get up. You know better than to be on your knees without my command. It's repulsive.

[ His expression turned to a dramatic sneer to back his disgust as he took a singular step away from the soldier, like he was more worried about dirtying his boots. In truth, Lin had always looked the same to him. No matter his devotion nor appearance, he would always be a filthy little mutt. The rebellion left unsavory stains on every inch of him that no amount of leather and lashings could reverse. ]

Where is the city's entry from here? I see its stretch against the sky just that way. I'll be headed in for a while. It should be quiet enough at this time.

[ He'd need to find somewhere to set up, of course. Provided lodging wasn't offered to him by the officials when he appeared before them. Even then he doubted he would trust such a thing. If he knew himself, his desire to eliminate competition would likely trump any curiosity of seeing through a mirror. That was a concern he'd pass on to the twins, inevitably leaving them to hunt down some sort of building to temporarily stake claim on. ]

[ Franklin stood, eyes still cast downwards. ]

South of here is a quiet entry point. Follow the trail for ten minutes, then head east for another five.

[ His tone was stable, despite his trembling hands. Survive, now. ]

To the west is a lake. North is more trees. Head east too early and you'll hit concrete.

Perfect. Then we've nothing more to discuss for now.

[ As much as he had about a hundred questions locked and loaded for the soldier, a certain, delicate song and dance was to be maintained. His attention was a luxury, and neglect, a powerful tool. He'd reel Lin back in the same way he had maintained him in the first place. Now that he'd seen his... beloved Dictator once more, he'd be left to writhe alone for a while. Following through on orders would have him rewarded with more time and conversation. ]

Ah-- One more thing, actually...

[ He leaned forwards a bit, the movement abrupt enough that his intentions to draw Lin's gaze upwards once more had no doubt been accomplished. His eyes bored through the soldier even past dark lenses. ]

You are not to inform Gerard of my presence. That is a meeting I will attend in person. Trust that I will know if you choose to go against my wishes.

[ I want to deal the blow. I want to watch every ounce of hope leave his eyes and be replaced with despair. I want to watch him crumble just from the mere sight of me, the same as I have you just now. ]

#hate unconditional #diluted #end of life #fantastic bastards #rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom

[ A small, careful nod, and still features. ]

Yes, sir.

[ There was nothing more to say, nothing to express. He felt such dread in that very moment that he felt he may simply die and wish only to never be remembered. But that was tomorrow's problem. ]

[ And like that, he was gone, leaving Lin alone with a whirlwind of emotion which he-- ]

[ ...no, he wasn't alone. In fact, he wouldn't be for the next few hours, instead suffering blow after blow against his increasingly battered form, until the shade of his skin matched the deep hues of his least peaceful sunset. ]

[ And even so. Even so, he was loyal. Loyal to his cause, to his person. To the man he held in such high esteem as to dedicate his life to. ]

[ Broken in body, but not yet in spirit, Lin dragged himself out of his bunker once he was sure the wolves had retreated. Just in case, he took the long way around, winding down paths and taking unnecessary turns, until he found himself at Gerard's camp. ]

[ @draags-national-clerk ]

[ Lin's expression was cold, his demeanor stagnant; this only lasted about fifteen paces, however, as upon seeing an empty room, he couldn't hide the flicker of annoyance behind his eyes. ]

You must be the Sentinel. Thank you for joining with me today, but perhaps we should go through this brief meeting in a more private place? Could I show you to my office?

[he nodded his head in greeting towards the man, not extending his hand to be shook as it was clear the soldier’s were already full.]

I was summoned by the Dictator. I'm assuming the meeting isn't just with you...

You have been summoned under Our Grand Immortal Dictator’s name. Unfortunately, I’m all you have this afternoon. The Dictator is a very busy man, and he cannot afford to attend small meetings.

[ At the question, he bristled slightly, now far more unwilling to open up with any semblance of truth (granted, he had not been before, but his curiosity was let down considerably). ]

If we wanted to know something, we should've both shown up.

“We”? Ah, is that unstable man still living in your general vicinity?

Gerard, wasn’t it? But, there’s nothing for you to know, anyways. I asked to see you so that I could relay information to the Dictator. He is rather curious about your past lifestyle.

It's like I said. If he wanted to know anything, he should've shown up himself.

... I might answer your questions. Might. But I want some answers, too. That's how this will work. You don't get a word out of me without one of your own.

Sounds rather fair to me, I suppose I do not have much of an objection.

How shall this exchange proceeded, then? You are my guest, after all, and it would only be kind for me to allow you to go first.

How courteous.

[ His words were already dripping with sarcasm, one step away from vitriol and two steps down from cruelty; he wasn't afraid of showing his hand this early, that much was certain. ]

Guess we'll just shoot off until we don't anymore. No obligation to answer so long as we're honest with each other with the things we do say. I figure that's fair enough.

[ His expression didn't change as he got comfortable, tucking Pansy back into his side and crossing his legs. ]

So. You've known about me since I first got here. Why only come to me now?

Mmm. I’d be inclined to agree with you. What’s the saying- “honesty is the best policy”- no? We’ll see if that remains true.

[he watched his guest sink into the couch with an air of detached curiosity. he certainly hadn’t prepared to be questioned at first, and so he took a few moments to reply.]

[he steepled his fingers in front of him, thinking though the things he was originally planning on asking. the man was usually slow to speak, and so much remained true.]

Where do you truly come from? Both you and that partner of yours had mentioned it before, but alas, I am still rather interested in learning more about the Draag from whence you came.

[ The Sentinel frowned a bit, thinking. Though he'd expected the question, nothing would ever make it easier to handle. ]

Draag.

[ A simple answer, but not intended to be untrue, nor where he ended. He didn't care to twist the man's words -- he knew what he meant. ]

Not sure when, how, or why. All I know is it's a place that looks a bit like this, with people who look a lot like this. It was...

[ The wheat here is plentiful. The sun is visible past the clouds. The air is breathable, the people are unafraid, the air is less tense and the skies are clear of raids... ]

It was colder there. A lot colder. In more than one sense of the word.

[he tilted his head minutely, genuinely interested, despite the rather vague answer. he couldn’t blame the soldier, though- it seemed like a rather difficult topic to even begin to describe.]

What was your connection to your Dictator like? You very obviously have some deep loyalty to him, if you were so ready to accept my faux invitation.

[ Well, Mister Clerk, Kyiv Ivanovich was the man who ordered the capture and torture of God, made himself functionally immortal, and forced me to kill my friends. But, sure, let's call it loyalty. ]

My turn. Tell me about your political climate. Your enemies, your allies, your expansions...

[he tilted his head slightly, deeming that he had given away enough as of right now. of course, if the soldier asked, though, he could find some other less than useful information to convey.]

[ What the hell is Russia? ]

My Draag doesn't do allegiances. We expand by force.

[ Despite his own feelings about it, his words were confident, almost condescending. ]

No need for deals when we seize production. I recommend it, if you've got the army for it...

[ Lin set his gun in his lap, turning it over in his hands. A superior weapon, one that exhaled every breath he took in. A good soldier uses his rifle as an extension of himself. ]

If we’ve got the army for it?

I don’t think the Dictator would be against that completely. I shall have to speak to him about that sometime, though, I am just the Clerk. It isn’t like I am on the Board of War.

Well, I'm sure he values your opinion.

[ A jab as much as an inquiry. It was his turn to ask questions. ]

I mean, considering he left this meeting to you, I'd assume he respects you to some degree. Am I wrong?

[he raised his eyebrow slightly, giving the man on the couch an almost indecipherable look.]

Though, I hope you’re not looking to uncover the Dictator’s secrets. Those are not mine to share.

I wouldn't need a middle-man for that, if that were my goal.

[ The soldier shifted in his seat, thinking over the Clerk's words and tucking them away for later. ]

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

My Sentinel . . .

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

My Dictator.

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

You disappoint me, Franklin.

I...

[ Stuttering? Apologizing? What sort of a man are you? ]

[ FrankLin stood up straighter, a soldier's glare in his eye. ]

I've been looking for a way to return.

[ I am a fraud. ]

. . . We'll be starting from the ground up, then. I should've had a feeling things would turn out this way. If you want something done right, well, do it yourself, no?

[ Shame. Disgust. Envy. There is nothing but revulsion for the rot that infests his decaying form. Perhaps he truly did die back home; this form was hardly his own. ]

[ Yes... come to think of it, yes, he was starting to remember. (Remember what?) Surely the gap in his mind was falsified, made simply to absolve the Sentinel of his duties. (The lazy bastard.) ]

. . . My Dictator--

[ His head held low, and eyes cast downwards, the soldier somewhat submit. ]

There are... no words for how I've failed you.

Then save them.

[ The kick only brought Lin closer to the ground, but anything was better than six feet under. (He should be grateful he's not dead.) ]

Yes, sir.

Good boy. Now get up. You know better than to be on your knees without my command. It's repulsive.

Where is the city's entry from here? I see its stretch against the sky just that way. I'll be headed in for a while. It should be quiet enough at this time.

[ Franklin stood, eyes still cast downwards. ]

South of here is a quiet entry point. Follow the trail for ten minutes, then head east for another five.

[ His tone was stable, despite his trembling hands. Survive, now. ]

To the west is a lake. North is more trees. Head east too early and you'll hit concrete.

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

My Sentinel . . .

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

My Dictator.

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

You disappoint me, Franklin.

I...

[ Stuttering? Apologizing? What sort of a man are you? ]

[ FrankLin stood up straighter, a soldier's glare in his eye. ]

I've been looking for a way to return.

[ I am a fraud. ]

. . . We'll be starting from the ground up, then. I should've had a feeling things would turn out this way. If you want something done right, well, do it yourself, no?

[ Shame. Disgust. Envy. There is nothing but revulsion for the rot that infests his decaying form. Perhaps he truly did die back home; this form was hardly his own. ]

[ Yes... come to think of it, yes, he was starting to remember. (Remember what?) Surely the gap in his mind was falsified, made simply to absolve the Sentinel of his duties. (The lazy bastard.) ]

. . . My Dictator--

[ His head held low, and eyes cast downwards, the soldier somewhat submit. ]

There are... no words for how I've failed you.

Then save them.

[ The kick only brought Lin closer to the ground, but anything was better than six feet under. (He should be grateful he's not dead.) ]

Yes, sir.

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

My Sentinel . . .

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

My Dictator.

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

You disappoint me, Franklin.

I...

[ Stuttering? Apologizing? What sort of a man are you? ]

[ FrankLin stood up straighter, a soldier's glare in his eye. ]

I've been looking for a way to return.

[ I am a fraud. ]

. . . We'll be starting from the ground up, then. I should've had a feeling things would turn out this way. If you want something done right, well, do it yourself, no?

[ Shame. Disgust. Envy. There is nothing but revulsion for the rot that infests his decaying form. Perhaps he truly did die back home; this form was hardly his own. ]

[ Yes... come to think of it, yes, he was starting to remember. (Remember what?) Surely the gap in his mind was falsified, made simply to absolve the Sentinel of his duties. (The lazy bastard.) ]

. . . My Dictator--

[ His head held low, and eyes cast downwards, the soldier somewhat submit. ]

There are... no words for how I've failed you.

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

My Sentinel . . .

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

My Dictator.

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

You disappoint me, Franklin.

#hate unconditional #fantastic bastards #ooc. I'm replying at work :3

I...

[ Stuttering? Apologizing? What sort of a man are you? ]

[ FrankLin stood up straighter, a soldier's glare in his eye. ]

I've been looking for a way to return.

[ I am a fraud. ]

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

. . . .

My Sentinel . . .

. . . You're looking a bit rough around the edges.

My Dictator.

[ You finally came for me! ] [ You finally came for me. ]

I wasn't expecting guests.

[ I thought you'd never find me here! ] [ I thought you'd never find me here. ]

[ Happy? Is that what this is? Look at yourself. ] [ Think. Come on, think! What now? Where do we go? ]

[ A sharp inhale into charred lungs. ]

[ -- And then he knocked. ]

{ @know-i-loathe-you }

#the sentinel #hate unconditional #diluted #fantastic bastards

[ The soldier continued to stand there, mouth agape, before finally snapping back into reality and stepping outside, hearing the door close firmly shut behind him. ]

[ @draags-national-clerk ]

[ Lin's expression was cold, his demeanor stagnant; this only lasted about fifteen paces, however, as upon seeing an empty room, he couldn't hide the flicker of annoyance behind his eyes. ]

You must be the Sentinel. Thank you for joining with me today, but perhaps we should go through this brief meeting in a more private place? Could I show you to my office?

[he nodded his head in greeting towards the man, not extending his hand to be shook as it was clear the soldier’s were already full.]

I was summoned by the Dictator. I'm assuming the meeting isn't just with you...

You have been summoned under Our Grand Immortal Dictator’s name. Unfortunately, I’m all you have this afternoon. The Dictator is a very busy man, and he cannot afford to attend small meetings.

[ At the question, he bristled slightly, now far more unwilling to open up with any semblance of truth (granted, he had not been before, but his curiosity was let down considerably). ]

If we wanted to know something, we should've both shown up.

“We”? Ah, is that unstable man still living in your general vicinity?

Gerard, wasn’t it? But, there’s nothing for you to know, anyways. I asked to see you so that I could relay information to the Dictator. He is rather curious about your past lifestyle.

It's like I said. If he wanted to know anything, he should've shown up himself.

... I might answer your questions. Might. But I want some answers, too. That's how this will work. You don't get a word out of me without one of your own.

Sounds rather fair to me, I suppose I do not have much of an objection.

How shall this exchange proceeded, then? You are my guest, after all, and it would only be kind for me to allow you to go first.

How courteous.

[ His words were already dripping with sarcasm, one step away from vitriol and two steps down from cruelty; he wasn't afraid of showing his hand this early, that much was certain. ]

Guess we'll just shoot off until we don't anymore. No obligation to answer so long as we're honest with each other with the things we do say. I figure that's fair enough.

[ His expression didn't change as he got comfortable, tucking Pansy back into his side and crossing his legs. ]

So. You've known about me since I first got here. Why only come to me now?

Mmm. I’d be inclined to agree with you. What’s the saying- “honesty is the best policy”- no? We’ll see if that remains true.

[he watched his guest sink into the couch with an air of detached curiosity. he certainly hadn’t prepared to be questioned at first, and so he took a few moments to reply.]

[he steepled his fingers in front of him, thinking though the things he was originally planning on asking. the man was usually slow to speak, and so much remained true.]

Where do you truly come from? Both you and that partner of yours had mentioned it before, but alas, I am still rather interested in learning more about the Draag from whence you came.

[ The Sentinel frowned a bit, thinking. Though he'd expected the question, nothing would ever make it easier to handle. ]

Draag.

[ A simple answer, but not intended to be untrue, nor where he ended. He didn't care to twist the man's words -- he knew what he meant. ]

Not sure when, how, or why. All I know is it's a place that looks a bit like this, with people who look a lot like this. It was...

[ The wheat here is plentiful. The sun is visible past the clouds. The air is breathable, the people are unafraid, the air is less tense and the skies are clear of raids... ]

It was colder there. A lot colder. In more than one sense of the word.

[he tilted his head minutely, genuinely interested, despite the rather vague answer. he couldn’t blame the soldier, though- it seemed like a rather difficult topic to even begin to describe.]

What was your connection to your Dictator like? You very obviously have some deep loyalty to him, if you were so ready to accept my faux invitation.

[ Well, Mister Clerk, Kyiv Ivanovich was the man who ordered the capture and torture of God, made himself functionally immortal, and forced me to kill my friends. But, sure, let's call it loyalty. ]

My turn. Tell me about your political climate. Your enemies, your allies, your expansions...

[he tilted his head slightly, deeming that he had given away enough as of right now. of course, if the soldier asked, though, he could find some other less than useful information to convey.]

[ What the hell is Russia? ]

My Draag doesn't do allegiances. We expand by force.

[ Despite his own feelings about it, his words were confident, almost condescending. ]

No need for deals when we seize production. I recommend it, if you've got the army for it...

[ Lin set his gun in his lap, turning it over in his hands. A superior weapon, one that exhaled every breath he took in. A good soldier uses his rifle as an extension of himself. ]

If we’ve got the army for it?

I don’t think the Dictator would be against that completely. I shall have to speak to him about that sometime, though, I am just the Clerk. It isn’t like I am on the Board of War.

Well, I'm sure he values your opinion.

[ A jab as much as an inquiry. It was his turn to ask questions. ]

I mean, considering he left this meeting to you, I'd assume he respects you to some degree. Am I wrong?