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@xthe-angelsx
Cassius had his hands in pockets as he wandered into the bar, eyes casting about for any threat or information or... anything interesting, really. He paused at the bar, eyes focused in on a pair of twin pistols on a man's hips. "I can fix this for you. If you want."
@xthedevilsx
Cassius was never sure why Grace sent him places, he wasnt exactly known for being good with people. He had a sneaking suspicion it was because Grace wanted him to make friends and get out of his lab. But the Birds and Vipers were all kinda...scary. the Wolves weren't too bad but those Birds and Vipers.
He took a breath as he pushed into the Nest, looking around for the left hand and running head long into a stranger.
"Fuck. Sorry I didnt-I mean I wasnt-its my fault." He winced when he realized the invention he had been sent to deliver had left a oil smear on the mans shirt. "Hi?"
Open||Cass!RP
"Uh...that was not supposed to explode...you're not on fire are you?"
@xdustcloudx
Cass had his back to the door as he worked on whatever new idea had come into his head. Sometimes he hated how fast they came, sometimes he loved it. The loved it days were happening more and more frequently now that Grace had given him his own lab to play in. The woman still scared him sometimes but she had given him the lab and let him sleep here and hadn’t, as of yet tried to take a bite of him. So he was trying to get past that fear.
Open||Cass!rp
"That wasn't supposed to happen...uh...hang on...Oh, well duh. There. It should work now."
@moon-chosen
Cass had meant to stop when Leo came in, he really had but then he got distracted. He wasn’t sure how long he had been distracted but when he looked up at movement in his peripheral vision he froze. Leo was completely naked and touching his tools.
“Uh…Leo…Um. Please put that down.”
Cassius!Drabble
There was something about the Swarm that always made Cassius feel confused.
They were nothing like his family, like the people he had always known. No one had ever even alluded to trying to have a taste. Grace watched him with a gaze that always seemed to just know what he was saying even when he couldn’t make the thoughts make sense. Even now, in a meeting where he wasn’t speaking, when his boss looked at him Cassius knew that she knew how his mind was whirling with ideas.
Grace had found him in the streets of New York, reading a book and trying to ignore the shimmer of his wrist. She had scared him the minute he saw her and he hadn’t thought before running. He had survived his home, had lived longer than any of his siblings, had managed to endure the rapes. He had survived. He would survive. Even if it meant running from a woman old enough to be his grandmother.
He hadn’t expected a group of men to be with her.
Cassius fought back when they grabbed him, not that it did much good. He was weaker than them, never trained on how to fight. His only strength was stolen knowledge from the one scientist who didn't bite him.
The man liked to talk after, was delighted to answer questions, to allow Cassius to learn. At first he thought this knowledge was an acceptable payment for what the scientist would do before. He could handle it for the knowledge of how to escape from them. It wasn't until he was older that he realized the knowledge he gained wasn't worth the cost. He learned when the licks against his skin turned into nibbles and words of how he would be prepared. The lesson was a hard one to forget after, all he was to these people was meat. Meat to be used, for their pleasure to be taken from, and then when he was no longer good for that, meat to be consumed.
The woman was the next person he stole from. He had never liked the women, he knew his older brother said he would probably like it when the women came over the men but Cassius had never found that to be true. Men’s bodies he could at least appreciate the physical value of if not what they did to him. She was an inventor, liked to test new toys on him before bringing them to his father. Some hurt, some felt so good that he wondered if he should feel bad after. She would explain as she used them on him how she built them, tools she used, methods and failures.
If a toy failed the test she beat him, if it performed well she pulled him inside of her and made him perform as well.
He had been so happy to hear that his father had gotten a bit zealous with her and one of her toys. None of his siblings were eaten for two days as his father feasted on her instead.
The soldier was a mistake. Cassius couldn’t say no when someone cornered him but soldiers weren’t supposed to partake of the meat. Not that it stopped this man from pinning him to the stable walls and taking. The difference was this time his body was freely given. Cassius found that sex could be good when he wanted it, loved the feeling of his soldier moaning in his ear as he took and took and took. He thought that maybe, just maybe, this was how he got free. Maybe his soldier would take him away, they could have a life together. Be happy. Until that dinner party when it was relieved it was all a game. His body had been a prize for winning a tournament and his father had been watching each and every time. Only this time he wanted to share the pleasure of watching as he used his own meat. Cassius sobbed as he was thrown on the table and the soldier, his soldier, did everything that his father commanded him to do.
The soldier still came to him at night, still spent hours taking, but Cassius no longer gave it to him.
It was this soldier that let the game slip, he was next to be eaten, and Cassius had run. He had survived every brutal horrible thing, given his body, watched his siblings die, been forced to consume them. He would not die here. Cassius wasn’t a fighter but he would not die. He would take all his stolen knowledge and tools and run.
The library hadn’t let him stay, directing him to a “homeless shelter” for the night. The woman was nice when she invited him back the next day but he learned that lesson hard. Nice was a cover for cruelty. He didn’t go to the shelter, sleeping on the street, but in the morning he found himself standing outside the library. There was knowledge there, free knowledge, and no one to tell him to mind his place. His fingers itched for the books he had consumed the day before. He went in. He went back day after day. Eventually the nice woman, who he still didn’t trust, helped him set up a “library card”. This would let him take the books out of the building. He learned languages, sciences, math, history, consumed every book he could get his hands on like water.
Even now that he was a member of the Swarm, now that he was the Locust, Cassius wasn’t sure how Grace had found him. He had just turned the corner, nose buried in the book about advanced calculus he had rented out when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. When he looked around he was alone in an alley, alone but for the older woman standing there. She radiated control and power and the demand for respect. His fathers mother was like that, but this woman was missing that cruel edge to her.
He turned and ran, making it three steps before an Asian man grabbed him, forcing him back towards the woman who was now joined by a black man and a second Asian man. The woman just looked at him as the first Asian man demanded his name. The black man told the Asian to calm down, asked nicer, and the second Asian man spoke in hushed tones to the woman. Who was still just watching him.
“C-Cassius.” He finally managed the word out past his racing thoughts, his fear making them run faster than ever. “Cassius Hartley.”
He winced slightly at the use of his full name. His fathers surname, only given to him so the “lesser” people would know he was not like the other sex slaves and meat. He was only to be used when given permission by his father. He told his soldier to call him “Cass” but the man never had. He liked the idea of the nickname but no one he ever knew would ever use it. He would always be Cassius.
He tensed when the woman stepped forward, readying himself for death. Hopefully his blood wouldn’t ruin the book.
“C-Can you bring- The book isn’t- it’s got to go back to the-“ The words wouldn’t leave his mouth, his thoughts going too fast for his tongue to keep up. He flinched when the woman touched his wrist, examining the shimmering ring that he couldn’t get rid of. “P-Please d-don’t- I’m not- I-“
“Cass hm?” Cassius froze at the casual use of the nickname no one would ever use. “I think you best come with us.”
@xthedevilsx @moon-chosen
Is anyone of the groups a vegetarian and if so how does their particular groups handle the situation
Ady is a vegan and Cassius is a vegetarian.
Ady is a vegan just because she can’t handle the thought of harming a cute animal and finds the meat/food industry in America to be needlessly cruel, though she’ll never judge or force anyone to live her life style. The Birds(and Vipers since they’re just as much family in her eyes) don’t really do anything special outside of the norm of making sure there’s food available to her.
Cassius’ vegetarianism is all due to where he grew up and the knowledge that if the fates had been a little less kind he would have been killed and eaten years ago. He found out pretty quickly once he knew he was safe that even the smell of cooking meat(especially fatty meats) made him nauseous and panicked. The Swarm is aware of his hang ups and makes sure to warn him when cooking meats and always makes sure they make a meal for him at cookouts and the like.
