Captivity Meme, anyone?

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THE CAPTIVITY MEME

You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.

1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.
2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9 (or pick your favorite). The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!



1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.

2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

Comments

[halfboiledjoker]

"Right then." He'd tell me if I was being really stupid, after all. I reach for Trigger and we switch to LunaTrigger, and then I bolt for distant cover.

Let's see how he plans on doing this.

[curryjolokia]

Running? Have fun with that. I bring both my arms close to my chest, knotting my fists tight, then throw my arms wide, propelling forward a wide crescent wave of black and red fire. It'll catch this W's heels at the least; he's probably not fast enough to manage that, though, and if ONE thing decides to go my way today, I'll shortly discover I've maimed him from the knees downward.

[terlibra]

Shotarou is moving to cover. I'm not sure that this is the best plan, but I'm willing to stake my continued existence on his intuition.

There's something at our backs - some sense causes me to move our head so that I can look backwards a little. "Shotarou!" I shout, but I doubt he needs that to let him know that there is a wave of energy coming right at us.

[halfboiledjoker]

I can feel the fire's heat before it even hits us, and even though I make it behind the concrete pipes it still catches us in the legs and sends us tumbling nearly twenty feet. I can tell that we'll need more than a moment or two to stand up again, but at the very least I can flip us over and send a volley of homing missiles in his direction.

Let's see him dodge that.

[curryjolokia]

W disappears behind cover, but he's headed facefirst into the dirt as I lose sight of him; that's satisfying. Before I can pursue, a burst of yellow-blue projectiles - some sort of combination between ordnance and energy attacks, as best as I can see - come blooming out from behind the pipes.

As soon as they've gained altitude, their paths bend, and I have the measure of them: guided missiles. Ah.

"Do you think that's enough?" I shout at W, sneering. Just before the missiles reach me, I call my defensive shield to the fore; a reddish bubble surrounds me, strong enough that it's easily dispelled the Gokaigers' bullets, Scrambles, and more.

These yellowy missile shots are strangely tenacious, though; my barrier holds easily, but instead of exploding, exhausting their energy and falling unspent to the ground, or ricocheting off, the missiles simply...remain, nose-first against my barrier. Some slide along the curve of it, like water droplets around a ball; but they all remain nose-towards me, and if I drop my barrier, they'll probably just carry right on towards their target.

Persistent fucks, these missiles and W both.

"I'm growing tired of your uselessness," I tell this 'Kamen Rider', the growl in my voice driven by my own frustration as well as the need to give him no hint exactly how perplexed I truly am. "I'm clearly wasting my time on someone as pathetic as you."

[terlibra]

We won't be moving, but then again, neither will our opponent. It's a stalemate.

Our opponent's frustration is tangible; as Shotarou is fond of pointing out, frustration makes an opponent take foolish risks. It is only a matter of time before the stalemate is broken, but hopefully it will give us enough time to return to our feet.

[halfboiledjoker]

Oh, holy HELL do my legs hurt.

Our attacker isn't moving any time soon, but then again, he might be about willing to give up and move on. I'd still love to know exactly what he was really trying to gain here - other than our supposed 'ultimate power' - but if he's going to go and stay gone, I'll happily take that instead.

I try to crawl to my feet, but they give out and we end up face down in the dirt. This isn't working. I fire off a few more shots in his general direction, then go about rolling behind the next set of concrete pipes.

[curryjolokia]

The mark of an effective predator is to know when it's not worth continuing the hunt. This is one of those times.

As another volley of yellow-blue buzzy little fuckers comes sailing toward me from W's direction, I draw my energy bubble in toward my body, til it's just barely enough to cover. Then, with an effort, I thrust it out til it pops, exploding outward. Some of the missiles explode as the burst of my energy triggers them; the rest are pushed back one or two more scant meters, and that's enough room to give me an escape route. Cursing the city, the rumors that sent me here, and above all the monumental fuckjob that is Kamen Rider W, I drop my defensive wall, throw all my energy into my legs, and get my ass out of there in a burst of speed that barely registers as sub-sonic.

The missiles, pushing in towards the center of my bubble from all angles, finally regain forward momentum as soon as it is destroyed. I'm out of there fast enough that missiles to either side of me strike through to the middle, colliding with each other instead of my ass.

I'm two kilos away before I drop speed, grinding my teeth so hard they creak. "Fuck you, W, fuck you and your stupid nonpower. Fuck you, Rapparatta, you stupid piece of shit, and fuck--"

BAM. One missile must have been smart enough - or lucky enough - to dodge the self-immolation of the others. This far out from its source, it's not flying hard or fast enough to injure me -- but it's got plenty of force to smack me hard upside the head, making me trip over my own feet and skid to an utterly exasperated halt.

I stand still for a moment, trying to breathe deeply and slowly (old habits die hard) to calm myself down. Being irrational and having a public tantrum will do nothing towards removing W's head from his body. Heads from his bodies. However that works.

I let out a deep breath, growling. Okay. Okay. Fine, fine. I'm cool. I'm fine.

I flip open my cell, dialing a very familiar number. He probably won't answer, but if he does, I'm quite curious what his plans are on Saturday. Maiming with a side of witty banter?