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

Hidari Shotarou, open to anyone/anything

[halfboiledjoker]

[your call, i'm up for anything except rape]

[curryjolokia]

I'm generally a patient sort of guy, all things considered. But this is getting ludicrous. I check the tacky clock (which goes just great with the tacky everything-else) - it's been over forty tickmarks, by this planet's measure, and he's still out. If I'd known he had such a glass jaw, I wouldn't have --

Oh, FINALLY. The guy on the floor is making some noise.

"Not good form to keep clients waiting, 'tantei'-san." I hope he's conscious enough to hear me. I hate repeating myself.

[Which scenario is this, I wonder~]

[halfboiledjoker]

I'm having an odd dream about feathered snakes when I finally start to wake up. My memory is disturbingly blank for a second, and then I feel the pain slowly radiating out from my left cheekbone.

A sing-song voice addresses me, one I don't recognize. My eyes fly open and I sit up as best I can, lifting one hand to lightly brush over the bruised flesh.

"Clients don't usually ambush me," I say groggily, trying to squint through the sudden bright light to see who's there.

[Whoops! Some bastard of 4 + 8? Mainly 8 + comedic misunderstanding for mun's amusement XD]

[curryjolokia]

"Clients perhaps aren't direct enough in acquiring what they want," I answer, extending a hand to help the detective to his feet, if he'll take it. "Frankly, your average client probably comes looking for your detective help, not your Ultimate Power."

I watch his face carefully for a reaction to that phrase - if he's straightforward about things, perhaps we can avoid more unpleasantness. But if he thinks he can keep the W Ultimate Power from me, he's got another think coming. Marvelous-tachi aren't the only color-coded team of idealists on this planet, and after the last frustrating encounter with Marvey-chan, I took a vacation, following rumors of this "W" team south from Tokyo.

"I like your city," I tell him, making conversation while he gathers himself. "The wind feels lovely."

[Aha, I see where this is going. XD]

[halfboiledjoker]

He holds out his hand, but I'm more than a little leery about this guy's intentions. Colors have more or less settled to where they should be, and this guy is possibly the most outlandishly dressed fellow I've seen in my life. He'd put Santa and Watcherman to shame.

I pick myself up without his help, still rubbing my cheek while giving him the wariest eye I can muster. What in the world is he even talking about? "Ultimate Power? What's that supposed to be?"

Does he know that I'm - well, we're - Double? If so, this could get ugly real fast.

Re: [Aha, I see where this is going. XD]

[curryjolokia]

"Maaaa, don't be like that. I've done my homework, Hidari Shoutarou-chan. 'Hard-Boiled' tantei-san." There's a desk behind me, covered in all sorts of knickknackery - I shove a quantity of it off (ugh, such a loud crash) to make space for me to perch, one knee over the other. Chin in my hand, I smile patiently at him.

"I know you're not stupid, so don't make this difficult. It really doesn't have to be. All I'm here for is the Power. Not your life, or the lives of your...amusingly... squishy companions. Like Narumi-chan's?"

[halfboiledjoker]

He pushes the typewriter and a stack of novels off the desk and I can feel my blood boil. Who the hell does this guy think he is? "Oi!" I take a step closer to him and let me other hand reach back for the driver. I don't want to escalate this but I don't like how things are progressing.

"I don't know what exactly it is you want out of me," I say slowly. He keeps talking about a power like it's a single thing, and I'm not sure which one of us knows more than the other. "But whatever it is, leave Akiko out of it."

[curryjolokia]

"THAT is entirely up to you." It looks like this won't be as easy as I'd hoped. It never is, with these lawful good types. It seems like the Powers always end up in the keeping of dream-headed morons who make a habit out of giving away their own blood, sweat, and tears for other people. I think I've seen the measure of this Hidari now, and I'm pretty sure he's shed blood for no other reason than he thought it was "right".

Tch. A snarl reaches my face - I'm trying to play it cool until I *know* I can't coax the power out of him, but this is just too much. I wanted a *vacation* -- not to hunt up more idiots who remind me of Marvey.

"As I said, whether or not this has to get messy is entirely up to you. All you have to do is give me the W Ultimate Power, and I'll leave you be. Or, you refuse and valiantly do battle with the eeeevil opponent." I added wiggly 'evil' hands for special emphasis, the snarl still mostly present on my face.

"I thoroughly trounce you, with much pain on your part; squish a few of your friends for the heck of it, and in the end, I take the power from you by force. Which also hurts, or so I've been told."

I sigh, returning to a mild smile. "Seriously, Hidari-chan, just think for a bit and make this easier on yourself. You really can't win against me. I promise."

[halfboiledjoker]

His words are way too casual, way too sure. This guy knows more about me than I do about him, and I really hate being at that disadvantage.

I'm still not entirely sure if I'm missing something, or he's misinformed. But the sneer curling at his lip makes me think maybe this isn't the best time to go springing into battle. I pull my hand back from the driver and slowly walk over to lean against the wall.

"Why do you think I have this 'W Ultimate Power'?" I ask carefully as I cross my arms. "And what do you think it is in the first place?"

Maybe this is some sort of colossal misunderstanding. It seems REALLY unlikely, but I could use a few less bruises today if possible.

[curryjolokia]

He's stalling. Ugh. This gets more tiresome by the second.

"I'm searching for the Greatest Treasure in the Universe." I level a bored look at him, just short of actual malice. "I need all the Ultimate Powers to reach it, and the W power is one I don't have yet. So, yo~!"

If this Hidari wants to stall, I'll give him something to think about while he does. I can afford to show him a few more cards from my hand.

"You *may* have gathered I'm not from around here," I tell him, winking exaggeratedly. "I'm really quite strong." It's time to show him I'm not bluffing, so I pull the Rapparatta out from under the shawl, cock it against my shoulder, and give Hidari-chan my best bitchface.

"I know about your secret. So, last chance, W-chan. Give me the W team's Ultimate Power."

[halfboiledjoker]

He pulls out an oversized trumpet and wields it like it's a weapon. Either he's dangerously crazy or dangerously dangerous, and I'm not sure which one is more desirable at this point. I consider reaching for the driver again, before I realize I don't know how long I've been out. I don't know if Philip is even around. And most importantly, I don't know if transforming into Double will help this guy's progress or hinder it.

I'm out of options.

"You know? I'd really rather not." As fast as I can manage, I grab the bat shot from my pocket, slap in the memory and let it fly at my so-called-client's head. Then, without waiting to see if he's sufficiently distracted, I bolt for the lab door.

[How do you take your battle scenes - Rule of Cool w/chance of God Mode or Avoid GM Above All?]

[curryjolokia]

Oh, how cute. He thinks he can outrun a kaijin. Of course, he doesn't know who he's up against yet, but --

I'm in front of the door before he's three paces from it, and with one ankle crossed over the other, I lean against the door, probably squishing some of the hats in the process. I've got the Rapparatta trained on his chest, and my expression is probably the one that makes Marvey's blood boil.

The flying Mobirates-like device is twitching on the floor behind Hidari - I can see one of its mangled wings past his leg - and his expression pretty clearly tells me what I need to know. This guy doesn't have a card left in his hand.

"Running isn't allowed, W-chan. I'll get what I came for."

I raise the Rapparatta and begin to play.

[Hm. I must admit I'm not overly fond of GM whatsoever.]

[halfboiledjoker]

Dangerously dangerous, I decide, because he's in front of the door before I can even get my hand on the doorknob. My stunningly amazing reflexes kick in and I fall backwards into a totally intentional roll.

I right myself up into a kneel and look up just as he's beginning to play his trumpet. The sound that comes out is terrible, almost painful, and I clap my hands to my ears and wince.

"Geeze, man, take a lesson or two if you're going to carry that thing around."

[Noted~ and if a Philip wants to join us, feel free to jump in any time...]

[curryjolokia]

I frown, and play harder; the Rapparatta shrieks, but Hidari doesn't seem affected at all. Well, not affected in the right way.

Why do I feel like everything's just tipped out of my favor?

I lower the bugle, push off the door, and stalk towards the kneeling detective, frustrated hate in my voice. "What have you done with it." It's not a question - it's a demand for information.

[halfboiledjoker]

I take a step backwards and stand up in one fluid motion, hands down and spread between the two of us. "Looks like my day isn't the only one that isn't going as planned," I say slowly.

I still don't know if Philip is here or not. I don't know where else he'd be, but I also can't be sure that this guy here hasn't done anything with him while I was out. "Maybe we can talk?" I venture carefully. "Ah, sans trumpet, if possible?"

(now in the right order)

[terlibra]

I've just done my research for the moment Eager to share my findings with whoever's around, I practically walk into the man who's stalking towards Shotarou.

Re: [I'll take that as a cue]

[curryjolokia]

This W-chan has frayed my last nerve. "You don't like my music? FINE." I stow the Rapparatta and pull out my pistol in one fluid motion.

With the gun trained between Hidari's eyes, I've just turned back towards the door he was charging toward earlier, intent on finding out what he was hiding back there. I'm just in time to crash straight into a thin human exiting the door Hidari had tried to enter.

Acting on reflex, I get one arm around his neck, sliding him into the crook of my elbow, and squeeze. "Ahhh, what's this?"

[halfboiledjoker]

The guy goes for the door at the same time Philip comes out of it, and I breathe an unconscious sigh of relief at seeing him before I remember the situation we're in. There's a weapon - likely a gun of some sort - pointed at my head by the same guy who's got my partner in a headlock.

This day can't get any worse, can it?

"Philip!" I cry out automatically, then glare down the barrel at our lanky would-be client. "Don't you dare hurt him!"

[Player was eaten by zombies]

[terlibra]

While I have had few opportunities outside FangJoker to fight, I have at least researched self-defense techniques.

I step on my abductor's foot, or at least something that feels like it, rather hard.

[Fifteen minutes? Puny zombies. No worries.]

[curryjolokia]

The skinny one stomps on my boot, obviously hoping to cause me pain and possibly free himself; I just lift him upward, switching from a headlock to a firm grip on the fabric at his nape, and dangle him to one side while I level my pistol's angle.

The confusion with this second human had probably created a window of opportunity for attack, had Hidari chosen to take it, but it seems the new one - Philip, he called him - has unbalanced him, too. I grin. Another card in my hand, and still none in his, it seems.

"Is this your Ultimate Power, W-chan? I've stolen powers from all sorts of places before... you wouldn't be the first to hide your treasure in your pet." I shake Philip side-to-side. "Hmmm?"

[Erk, I kinda wish I wasn't going to to dinner in twenty minutes.]

[halfboiledjoker]

He's shaking Philip around like a ragdoll, and as much as I want to leap at him, I recognize that at least he's willing to talk now. And if maybe Philip can distract him for a little while longer...

"There's no treasure hidden anywhere." I slowly lower my hands to my sides, if it looks like he'll let me. "And I'm not convinced you understand how this W power works in the first place."

[terlibra]

I'm wondering what's going on. Our intruder is addressing Shotarou as "W-chan", which is a most unusual appelation, as well as stating he knows our identities. But his addressing of me as "pet" indicates he doesn't know of my part in our partnership.

While the intruder is dangling me above him, I have a chance to recall the weak points of the human body. Certainly if I am a kick at the right place, it should at least distract him until Shotarou can get into position, as he seems ready to do.

Swinging my right leg, I aim for a particularly painful place to impact.

[curryjolokia]

"Oh, I've heard that one before," I scoff, glaring at Hidari. I can *see* him formulating plans and contingencies - he's not even trying to hide the confidence in his eyes, and it makes my blood boil.

Thirty seconds ago, I was completely in control of this situation. Now, I have the distinct sense that Hidari's working his way off the ropes. I have a hostage now, and yet he seems to be...more confident? I'm sure of one thing: I absolutely HATE this Marvey-wannabe brat.

"You're a great bluff, for a human," I spit at him. "But I've been told all sorts of things about the Ultimate Powers. None of them were true. The treasure's here, and as soon as I've dealt with--OOF!"

I've only got two hands, and the wiry brat just made me regret that fact. With my pistol trained on Hidari, I couldn't block the other's kick; his heel hit me right in the ribs, and that smarts like a bitch, making me jerk to one side. I throw him aside, hoping he hits something very hard, and yank the Rapparatta back out with a snarl.

If Hidari doesn't have the W treasure, this Philip brat *has* to, and I'll enjoy wrenching it out of him.

[halfboiledjoker]

I wince as Philip goes flying, but he seems to land well enough and this is very likely our chance. I pull out the driver and feel the belt loop its way around my waist, then pull out the Joker memory.

"Philip!" I call out, and I realize my dialogue hasn't been too incredibly varied since I woke up. But with Joker in one hand, I launch myself towards the big guy and try buy Philip the time he needs for his half of the henshin.