Captivity Meme, anyone?

[gibken]

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

[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.

[terlibra]

I nod as the belt forms around me. There's no time to hesitate, so I trigger Cyclone and push it into my side of the belt.

Shotarou's body feels comfortable, and I'm ready to start fighting.

[I seriously need icons but my computer cannot handle Paint. D: ]

[curryjolokia]

"What in the--"

I think I killed - or at least knocked out - the skinny one, but the other, Hidari, he's got some shiny glittery shit going on around his waist and motherfuck, I thought Marvey-tachi were the only ones who could still use their Ranger Keys.

Except. That's not a Ranger Key.

And that's CERTAINLY not a Ranger uniform.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I throw the Rapparatta aside as I call the red haze around me - damn bugle is obviously not what I need right now. I need armor and power, not this squishy human-shape body, and as my form shifts, bone and scale and leather rippling around my limbs, I smile and it's all teeth.

I'm going to enjoy using this not-Ranger as a punching bag.

[Send me the pics you want and I'll make icons happen. ^.^]

[halfboiledjoker]

I feel Philip's mind slide in with mine as I finish the transformation, and I push back from our attacker as the suit finishes forming around me. I see the look of absolute shock on his face and can't help but smirk - I knew he didn't know what he was getting into.

And then he turns into a large, armored monster, and I'm suddenly far less confident.

"Philip! What is he?" It might even be moot at this point, but I figure I might as well ask as I pull back and aim my best punch at his face.

[terlibra]

"I don't know, Shotarou," I tell my partner as Shotarou aims a punch at the monster's face. He isn't a Dopant - there was no GaiaMemory and no connection.

Which means this transformation is natural to him.

We might have to try several other versions of W, and reconfigure to FangJoker if needs be. In the meantime, if Shotarou can fight, I can try to find a weak point.

[curryjolokia]

I duck to one side of W's punch, catching it in my right hand, and twist downward, torquing the fighter's upper arm out and away from his body. Into the opening between shoulder and pectoral I shove a sharp jab, fingers held hard and stiff; I'm hoping to crack the collarbone or at the least severely bruise some muscle in there. A simian, rustling laugh escapes me as I bob closer, intending to duck inside of W's guard.

[halfboiledjoker]

He jabs at my shoulder, and I can feel the pressure, but the suit catches most of the impact and I twist my fist out of his grasp as I spin away.

Damn, he's a good fighter. I definitely don't see that often in dopants. But all I need to do is stall him to buy Philip the time he needs to figure something out.

And, not to mention, I'd rather not fight in the office.

I take a few weaving steps backward, trying to make it look like I'm trying to buy distance instead of bolt for it. I'm willing to wager he'll follow me.

[terlibra]

Shotarou is moving, and I know he doesn't want this fight to be in the agency. I'm still trying to find a weakness.

There is no doubt a weakness in the armor. Joints are particularly vulnerable, as Shotarou well knows.

"Shotarou," I tell him, "He is a humanoid. We should be able to discover some standard weaknesses."

[curryjolokia]

In my kaijin form, the world works a bit differently. 'Fear' and 'risk' aren't concepts that I comprehend; but hunting, scent, bloodlust are. I'm a higher creature than these squishy humans - I'm power and ferocity with a superhuman intelligence driving it. I'm fucking unstoppable, and if this W thinks he can call my bluff, well, I'll let him try.

Furniture crunches as I dart to the side, giving W the breathing space he's desperately trying to find; the terrain doesn't matter to me, and I dart in again, this time towards his right side.

He's been mostly swinging at me with his left hand; judging an opportunity for weakness, I close distance and call a ball of glowing, liquid ouch into my palm. Let's see how well he likes it applied to his weaker right side's ribcage. I hope I'm close enough to hear all the lovely crunches when his bones break.

[halfboiledjoker]

"Standard weaknesses, got it," I mutter back to Philip, my mind more focused on the fight itself than the strategy of it. He's trying to close in tight, and I click on the Metal memory and pop it in the driver on the fly.

My vision shimmers silver and I can feel the added weight of Metal as the staff materializes in my hand, right in our attacker's path. If I'm lucky he'll trip and that'll buy us the time to get out the door.

[Jumping rhythm this once since it makes sense to answer the staff]

[curryjolokia]

Trip? Me? Hah.

The not-Ranger has changed colors - well, partially - and that much, at least, is familiar from my experience fighting the Gokaigers. He's gained a staff, but I feel like I've gained some familiar ground to stand on in all this not-the-way-I-planned-it-ness.

I stomp on the end of the staff that W extends towards me, meaning to snap it. Instead, it holds, not even bending, and the force of my leg rebounds on me, throwing me backwards half a pace.

"Tch." I sneer at W, circling; the power still glows in my palm, since I haven't yet had the chance to strike with it. I flare it brighter and bigger, hoping to intimidate him.

"So you can fight a bit," I taunt him. Angry opponents are the easiest - they make stupid mistakes. Hopefully, this one is easy to rile. "What are you, that you can still henshin despite the War? Where have you hidden your Ultimate Power?"

[Slow mun is slow and occasionally skippable]

[terlibra]

It's obvious that he intends to throw whatever he has in his hand. I notice that he's aiming towards my side, since I've mostly ceded control to Shotarou.

I let Shotarou lead the way as he attempts to get the intruder out of the Agency. Once we're in a better space, I'll change to Luna, to pull our opponent off balance.

"Perhaps between the legs?" I suggest.

[halfboiledjoker]

"I'm a Kamen Rider," I say to our opponent incredulously. "You came all the way here and you didn't even know that much?"

Still, just because he's talking now doesn't mean he's going to stay that way. "Is that seriously the best...ah, mou," I grumble back at Philip, but can't deny the feasibility of it. I twirl the staff around as carefully as possible, then bring it right up between the guy's legs.

[curryjolokia]

"What in the --"

This guy isn't like any I've fought before. And Kamen Rider -- again, not familiar to me. And yet he's calling ME clueless? How dare he. I am a greater creature than him - more powerful, more ruthless, more deserving of the Powers. I understand how the give to get works. I may not know what 'Kamen Rider' means, but I don't need to know his name to destroy him.

And yet he dares.

I roar, vision hazing over in furious red shades. I'm busy trying to figure out how best to verbally dissect this insect when a sharp pain bursts through my armor, knocking me to one knee. Brief clarity, outside my bloodlust, follows the pain. He's distracted me, taken advantage of that opening, and even successfully stunned me.

Vision swimming, I gather both hands together, flare power in that cradle, and send it shooting straight at my opponent's gut. I will destroy him for this.

And...toku transition time!

[halfboiledjoker]

Oh thank god it worked. I'm halfway through the door when he shoots his ball of whatever it is at us. I try to dodge left but there's only so much room and it clips me across the hip, sending me spinning down to the ground. I scramble to our feet and break into a run towards the nearest open area to continue the fight, ignoring the pain searing through my hip as we run.

Re: And...toku transition time!

[curryjolokia]

He's escaped the building - my goal had been to take his power, possibly kill him, and never break a sweat. Certainly not to let him escape, certainly not to let him control the situation as he has. I'm beginning to regret ever coming to this city.

I pursue him as he rabbits, using my superior speed to pull slightly ahead of him and cut off his path. We're in a building yard, full of dirt mounds and stacks of cement sewage pipes.

W, whatever he is, hasn't quite reached the ideal fighting ground in this area - I can at least recognise that his fighting skill is high enough that he can read the terrain as I do. I've blocked him from the best position but I can't reach it either - but there's a lot of space for us to spread out, and if I can make this a ranged fight I'm certain I'll paint my hands with W's blood in a matter of minutes.

[terlibra]

"Shoutarou," I tell him, "He seems weaker at hand-to-hand combat than ranged. I suggest that we shouldn't allow him to fight from a distance."

[halfboiledjoker]

I sputter a bit at the suggestion. "That was weaker?" I'm not exactly thrilled with the idea letting another ball of whatever-that-was get that close again. "What about LunaTrigger? Could we take him off-guard with that?"

[terlibra]

I watch our opponent. "It's worth trying, Shotarou." After all, sometimes his intuition is better than my planning. I reach for the memory, intending to swap out Cyclone.

[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."