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dinohouse[OOC: This is a behind the scenes ficlet starring Enter (interpolate) and Joe (gibken), both belonging to me. Warnings for captivity, implied torture, and mind fuckery.]
Like crawling from the depths of his own mind, he clawed his way to the surface just to stick some small part of himself through into wakefulness. His physical body was stuck, frozen stiff, unresponsive. But he could hear. Two voices, bickering. He had the fleeting thought that it might be two of his brothers, the tone was the same as any one of their disagreements. But then the laugh, high pitched and sharp. No, that wasn't anyone in his family. Someone else's family, probably.
His tenuous grip on consciousness failed and he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.
-
Enter isn't often frustrated. He simply wasn't designed that way. He was the calming influence, he was made to be agreeable, even pleasant, when the need suited him, and otherwise to be efficient. But rarely angry, or even annoyed.
All of this was of course before Escape was created. She had been saddled with a number of Messiah's less savory traits, her temper primary among them. When she discovered him here in his make-shift laboratory, preparing to wake his prize, she had fits when he told her in no uncertain terms to leave, immediately.
This prize is his. Every incredible streak of energy in his existence is now Enter's to dissemble, to pull apart, examine and learn. And there is no way, on this Earth or any other, that he is about to share in his glory with Escape.
So there.
Petty and childish it might be. Tit for tat, as they say. If Escape's entire raison d'être is childishness, it is simply logical for him to follow suit.
Preliminary research, undertaken as Enter waited for the boy to reach a mental place from which he might actually wake, had given Enter a name, Joe Gibken. A crew, the alien pirate Sentai, Gokaiger. A family, the much older scientific Sentai, Livemen. A cabal, the self proclaimed support of Kamen Rider Fourze. Three very disparate influences, each with claim on him. And there was more energy clinging to him than even that.
Heroes. This boy was a magnet for them.
A cable twists lazily in the air over his prone body for a moment before Enter pressed the tip of it to the center of the boy's chest, sending a spark into him.
He responded, with a low pained moan. Now he was awake.
Now the fun would begin.
-
The pain stops for a moment and Joe chokes on his feeble attempts at breathing. His eyes clear slowly as he blinks away lingering tears. The stranger, his interrogator, stands impassive as ever beside him.
"This is getting us nowhere, now, is it, mon chou." He's not really speaking to Joe. It's not a question and he expects no answer. Joe's learning to tell the difference.
"I fear you've already told me all you consciously know."
Joe swallowed once, twice, three times. "Are you going to kill me?"
As per usual, any question posed by Joe goes unanswered. Like magic, the stranger pulls a small computer from nowhere. A thin wire leads from a port on the computer's side to a small sort of electrode. This is new, for all the pain he has caused thus far, it's always been with thicker cables exposed at the ends.
"This is of course assuming you have no knowledge locked away deep down in your admittedly quite scarred psyche." His mouth twitches up on one side into a near-smirk, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes. "Luckily, I have contingencies."
He presses the electrode quite unceremoniously to the side of Joe's head at the temple.
Terror grips Joe's heart and catches his breath in his throat.
-
Things seem to be going well at first. The boy's uncontrolled thrashing is violent but he's lacking in the strength to make any difference in his position. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth is open, his breath ragged.
Enter's computer, connected directly to the boy's mind, gave him incredible access. He had uploaded a small program he wrote on his own, which had all the effect of particularly virulent truth serum without the necessity of forcing the victim to swallow anything, or forcing an injection.
Humans, or human-like aliens anyway, were not so different from machines after all. Jacked in this way, Enter was able to hack through and break down a number of metaphysical barriers constructed in the boy's mind, hopefully freeing the information he still desired to rest from the boy.
"Now." He gave his computer a sharp tug, pulling the pad from Joe's temple and leaving him alone in his mind. "Tell me, why does your energy contain traces of the sands of time? Tell me what you know about Den-O."
Things fell apart very quickly after that, as the boy's back arched off the table, punctuated by a long drawn scream that tapered off with a hiss of failing vocal chords, and then silence.
"Merde."
-
Nebulous. Dark, light, grey haze.
His body convulsed, his stomach reflexively emptying. It wasn't even pain, at this point. It was simple blinding confusion.
What was real, anymore, except the rough feel of concrete against his face, and the twinkle of numerical code dispersing behind him.
Pirates. Soldiers. Students. Siblings.
It's all real.
interpolate) and Joe (gibken), both belonging to me. Warnings for captivity, implied torture, and mind fuckery.] Like crawling from the depths of his own mind, he clawed his way to the surface just to stick some small part of himself through into wakefulness. His physical body was stuck, frozen stiff, unresponsive. But he could hear. Two voices, bickering. He had the fleeting thought that it might be two of his brothers, the tone was the same as any one of their disagreements. But then the laugh, high pitched and sharp. No, that wasn't anyone in his family. Someone else's family, probably.
His tenuous grip on consciousness failed and he slipped back into peaceful oblivion.
-
Enter isn't often frustrated. He simply wasn't designed that way. He was the calming influence, he was made to be agreeable, even pleasant, when the need suited him, and otherwise to be efficient. But rarely angry, or even annoyed.
All of this was of course before Escape was created. She had been saddled with a number of Messiah's less savory traits, her temper primary among them. When she discovered him here in his make-shift laboratory, preparing to wake his prize, she had fits when he told her in no uncertain terms to leave, immediately.
This prize is his. Every incredible streak of energy in his existence is now Enter's to dissemble, to pull apart, examine and learn. And there is no way, on this Earth or any other, that he is about to share in his glory with Escape.
So there.
Petty and childish it might be. Tit for tat, as they say. If Escape's entire raison d'être is childishness, it is simply logical for him to follow suit.
Preliminary research, undertaken as Enter waited for the boy to reach a mental place from which he might actually wake, had given Enter a name, Joe Gibken. A crew, the alien pirate Sentai, Gokaiger. A family, the much older scientific Sentai, Livemen. A cabal, the self proclaimed support of Kamen Rider Fourze. Three very disparate influences, each with claim on him. And there was more energy clinging to him than even that.
Heroes. This boy was a magnet for them.
A cable twists lazily in the air over his prone body for a moment before Enter pressed the tip of it to the center of the boy's chest, sending a spark into him.
He responded, with a low pained moan. Now he was awake.
Now the fun would begin.
-
The pain stops for a moment and Joe chokes on his feeble attempts at breathing. His eyes clear slowly as he blinks away lingering tears. The stranger, his interrogator, stands impassive as ever beside him.
"This is getting us nowhere, now, is it, mon chou." He's not really speaking to Joe. It's not a question and he expects no answer. Joe's learning to tell the difference.
"I fear you've already told me all you consciously know."
Joe swallowed once, twice, three times. "Are you going to kill me?"
As per usual, any question posed by Joe goes unanswered. Like magic, the stranger pulls a small computer from nowhere. A thin wire leads from a port on the computer's side to a small sort of electrode. This is new, for all the pain he has caused thus far, it's always been with thicker cables exposed at the ends.
"This is of course assuming you have no knowledge locked away deep down in your admittedly quite scarred psyche." His mouth twitches up on one side into a near-smirk, but the expression doesn't reach his eyes. "Luckily, I have contingencies."
He presses the electrode quite unceremoniously to the side of Joe's head at the temple.
Terror grips Joe's heart and catches his breath in his throat.
-
Things seem to be going well at first. The boy's uncontrolled thrashing is violent but he's lacking in the strength to make any difference in his position. His eyes are rolled back and his mouth is open, his breath ragged.
Enter's computer, connected directly to the boy's mind, gave him incredible access. He had uploaded a small program he wrote on his own, which had all the effect of particularly virulent truth serum without the necessity of forcing the victim to swallow anything, or forcing an injection.
Humans, or human-like aliens anyway, were not so different from machines after all. Jacked in this way, Enter was able to hack through and break down a number of metaphysical barriers constructed in the boy's mind, hopefully freeing the information he still desired to rest from the boy.
"Now." He gave his computer a sharp tug, pulling the pad from Joe's temple and leaving him alone in his mind. "Tell me, why does your energy contain traces of the sands of time? Tell me what you know about Den-O."
Things fell apart very quickly after that, as the boy's back arched off the table, punctuated by a long drawn scream that tapered off with a hiss of failing vocal chords, and then silence.
"Merde."
-
Nebulous. Dark, light, grey haze.
His body convulsed, his stomach reflexively emptying. It wasn't even pain, at this point. It was simple blinding confusion.
What was real, anymore, except the rough feel of concrete against his face, and the twinkle of numerical code dispersing behind him.
Pirates. Soldiers. Students. Siblings.
It's all real.
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Date: 2012-09-15 01:01 am (UTC)He's been through too much already, and much more to come. He doesn't need to be beaten and left bloody by some passing thug. At least, I hope it was just a passing thug, not someone more sinister. But I can't imagine Joe's combat reflexes would have allowed him to be bested by a normal foe.
I blink, my mind has been wandering out of control, and Hidari-san is still looking for answers. I can't zone out into my head full of questions and worst case scenarios right now.
"No one is asking you to walk away, Hidari-san. Thank you for bringing him here. Thank you for finding him." I run a hand through my hair, still glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. Of course just because I can't see anyone doesn't mean there isn't anyone, but...
I'm becoming far too paranoid.
"It is a long story, one that I am hesitant to talk about in a hallway where anyone could be listening in. I... well I can tell you that I and my comrades are very invested in the well being of Joe Gibken, as well as all the heroes, yourself included, in this..." I lower my voice to barely a whisper. "In this timeline."
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Date: 2012-09-15 01:25 am (UTC)On one hand, I can't believe it. I very desperately want to wave it away, chalk it up to random mutterings of somebody who seems to have (at least) three different personalities, and then move back to my investigation of the area. But my investigation has more or less stalled out, and (this) Nogami is actually being forthcoming with answers.
Even if they're crazy answers.
"How is that possible?" I whisper again. "Do you have a time machine, or something along those lines?"
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Date: 2012-09-15 02:38 am (UTC)...no, that's wrong. I couldn't blame someone that wasn't him. If it were someone else that's met two other beings using my body, and then had the time travel bomb dropped on them.
"Is it so unbelievable?" I let the tiniest hint of a smile crook at one corner of my mouth. "So hard for someone who frequently lets his partner's mind share his body?
"My partners borrow my body sometimes, and I come from a different timeline. That's really all I can say out loud. In such a public place."
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Date: 2012-09-15 02:53 am (UTC)I lower my head in a subtly embarrassed apology. "If I didn't question everything, I wouldn't be a very good detective, now, would I?"
Still, I might as well take him at his word. "There seems to be a lot you don't really want to say in public," I point out quietly, looking all around us. "Might we speak somewhere a little more...private? If not right this moment, some point in the very near future?"
There's still Joe to tend to, after all. I don't know how much Nogami is willing to talk before he has a chance to check in with this all-important kid for this timeline.
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Date: 2012-09-16 03:37 am (UTC)I fish a scrap of paper from my pocket, and a half dead pen, and somehow manage to etch out my address. "This is a safe place. It's well protect, even if you somehow lose the note, no darkness will be able to find it."
I offer him a small smile. "I am sorry for the level of secrecy, but I really can't explain more here. Oh, and please bring your partner if he is willing, I think he should be involved in the discussions that follow."
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Date: 2012-09-16 10:10 pm (UTC)I shift a bit and look down the hallway. "When would be a good time? I think I'm going to stick around here for a bit, at least, so probably not tonight." I want to talk with Joe, if they'll let me. After he wakes up.
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Date: 2012-09-17 03:29 pm (UTC)"You can stop by anytime," I'll have to warn Yuuto and the Imagin, make sure they don't mistake him for... god only knows what. "There's always someone home, and usually either I or my partner."
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Date: 2012-09-17 03:59 pm (UTC)"I look forward to it, then," I say heartily, and grab his hand for a handshake. Seems like a good idea to leave on the best terms possible, and a real man shakes hands to seal any deal.
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Date: 2012-09-18 12:29 am (UTC)So much time wasted already, I still need to see how badly Joe's hurt.
I take my leave of the detective and head down the hall in search of answers.