04-17-2015, 06:58 PM
“Man, that was a close one! You almost got us qualified for solitary ya idiot! Or worse, knocked down a level.” Behemoth growled at Gildarts who sat safely in his cell and seemed to be even smiling as he had successfully put one over on the warden and had gotten away unscathed. That crushed hand had to have been aching the warden now. The secondary’s scowl grew with Gildarts’ boosted confidence, “You only did that because you knew you could.”
The Prime gave him a promising look and appeared to be acting sincerely, “The guy on my right was having a hard time, criminal or not. The warden had attacked for nothing. This sort of hazing must happen all the time here for you to be desensitized by it. The horrible weapon he used, what... It tortures people..? How is that humane? We aren’t prisoners of war. I would have just watched that sort of thing but he demanded I laugh. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks he can control me.” Gildarts flexed a fist and his burned with menace, “I don’t respect people like that and will never submit myself to give them satisfaction when I know they are wrong. But sure, I knew you wouldn’t have let anything happen to your only Prime ally especially on his first day now, would you? Of course even if you hadn’t I would have known the kind of man you really are.”
“Ahh, I should never tell a Prime the plan on the first day.” Behemoth voiced out loud as his words slithered from his lips. Meanwhile suspicion remained in the shadows of the prisoner’s mind, Who the hell is this guy? He did that just to test me, what great resolve. Even with telepathy I couldn’t even pick up on his motive in the slightest. He’s dangerous. More than dangerous... Even the Empire doesn’t know his name.
...
Time behind the empty bars hung with the soggy smell of concrete. Gildarts found the place repulsive and had he suffered from claustrophobia, would have surely caused an explosion and broken down the reinforced walls of this place. Hell, had he not met Behemoth there was no doubting he would have.
But with a better plan that would skillfully maneuver them out of the prison with no one on their tails, of course it was a better option than to risk harmful consequences.
“Hey, what sort of thing happens in the lower levels? If I remember correctly he mentioned we were only on Tier one of security?” Gildarts asked having been mistaken for a secondary (again) and finally addressed why he had somehow been placed in the easiest tier to escape.
Behemoth grumbled, “Yeah yeah, so below us the levels increase due to the threat you are to the Empire, or perhaps to the deeds ye’ have done. With higher grade of a threat you will go lower. To sink below is the ultimate penalty and if you witnessed what they do down there you would see why.” Behemoth paused to flip back his untidy hair and seemed to be restless before their escape, “So up here on this deck you have mainly the pilferers an’ below ya’ in Tier two you would have murderers. Its much like the layout of Coruscant, if you’ve.. Never mind it doesn’t look like you’ve had the delight of visiting.” The sarcasm could be tasted in the air and it stung against the walls like the wailing of a brisk wind.
Gildarts listened and absorbed all he could of this new world, his knew reality, and took an ample breath and got a taste of the residual and stagnant air that floated in the airless prison.
“We’re simply categories in this little game. Life, death... Conquer, rule... Hope, despair... These are the things that make or break people down here. Primes however, have much more restraints. I daresay it is simply the fact you didn’t know you were a Prime that got you selected for this tier, that or they couldn’t prove you did your crime or your status.”
“Eh?” Gildarts felt a fret from on his face and didn’t understand how he was incriminated in the first place if his enemies couldn’t prove his guilt.
“Things don’t work like that here. There’s one law, its the Empire’s dominion. On the bright side even with their absolute rule, they couldn’t prove you were the man they accused you of being. How’s that compare to those Omni-impostors? Hah! Uh... Anyway, now they are waiting for you to make a move to escape or of retaliation so they can keep you down here for a reason. Which you have given them, lucky for you they don’t know it. Now that I’ve gotten to know you a little about you, I think you are definitely the man they think you are.” Behemoth almost laughed but was held steady by Gildarts’ stern gaze.
Grimacing Gildarts continued his questions after finally finding someone to give him answers about the Omniverse. Now that he was here in Impel Down, however, he had more on the line than himself and had to consider every possibility for failure if he were to escape. “So there’s no leaving the Omniverse? And what do they do to the Primes below?”
“Keep in mind you are phrasing this wrong, criminal Primes, feel no pity for their souls. Those below have heavy chains the size of your skull that limit their access to simple things like taking a leak. They are fed a cup of rice once a month. Not to mention they are kept under twenty-four hour observation due to the fact that you guys could summon your own escape tools as well as break out easily with just your power.” Behemoth had answered his Prime prison mate’s surface question, but he could feel Gildarts’ eyes were driven by more than just empty words. He wanted to know what kind of man Behemoth was and with Behemoth’s evasive answer, Gildarts found his.
“If everyone as strong as me was classified as a criminal just because they can’t control me, this place would be full of strong innocent people. Perhaps willing to band together. Technically since I’m under the same roof as the others, it makes me a criminal too.”
“If that’s the way you see it, Gildarts.” Behemoth scoffed and narrowed his eyes. “Just be glad you weren’t lucky enough to get classified below. There’s nearly no escape when you get down there. They limit your power and suck the marrow from your bones. Even a man as strong as you wouldn’t last down there for very long. Down there.. On the lowest Tier, you’d be begging for your shoelaces just to end your eternal misery.”
The immortal met the man’s serious gaze. For a flickering second Gildarts almost thought Behemoth had been a victim down there but reassured himself that the knowledge was not from experience, but from his secret skill that they were using to escape.
“So, you sure this’ll work?” Gildarts asked keeping all that his hope and Fairy Tail in mind for increased motivation, as if he needed it to want to escape this hellhole.
“Very soon, it takes some time to set in.”
...
To him, the plan seemed simple and foolproof. Memory altering dummies whose faces changed with a single trait every day. This meant, every time the warden or a guard would see Gildarts, something about his distinguished demeanor would have changed. Like his eye color would shift a shade or his nose would suddenly seemingly become gigantic. Gildarts had asked Behemoth how this would work about ten times and every time Behemoth responded cooly, his voice a silent whisper under the murmur of trickling, dripping water.
“Just to get this straight... That’s not actually me... Is it?” The new Prime was still so unfamiliar with the idea of summoning his own objects on a whim that the very concept of Omnilium seemed elusive to him even as he pondered it more.
“No, when you summon someone who is alive you will feel different. These are robotic dummies that have a memory charm worked in them. Each day they spend here, they will begin to look increasingly different from us. Then after a month or so they’ll melt. But by that time, no one will remember our faces well enough to search for us- the real us. It’s flawless. Plus you already are nameless to them. Nothing can go wrong! Ahahaha, in a month the Admiral’s henchmen will have a choice to make when they discover the mound of melted goo. They will either declare us dead- dead because that way word of their failure would never get back to the Admiral- or they would take the risk and search for us. In the event they choose the latter, the two prisoners they doremember will have completely different faces than we do. If the henchmen and warden do that and they send word to their esteemed Admiral of their failure and will receive the... Repercussions. Plus, they’d send the Admiral on a wild-goose chase for faces different than our own. Faces that don’t exist. I don’t know which they will choose when the time comes but I hope the respective. Hah. Those idiots won’t know what hit them. They’ll regret ever having met us.”
The Prime gave him a promising look and appeared to be acting sincerely, “The guy on my right was having a hard time, criminal or not. The warden had attacked for nothing. This sort of hazing must happen all the time here for you to be desensitized by it. The horrible weapon he used, what... It tortures people..? How is that humane? We aren’t prisoners of war. I would have just watched that sort of thing but he demanded I laugh. He’s got another thing coming if he thinks he can control me.” Gildarts flexed a fist and his burned with menace, “I don’t respect people like that and will never submit myself to give them satisfaction when I know they are wrong. But sure, I knew you wouldn’t have let anything happen to your only Prime ally especially on his first day now, would you? Of course even if you hadn’t I would have known the kind of man you really are.”
“Ahh, I should never tell a Prime the plan on the first day.” Behemoth voiced out loud as his words slithered from his lips. Meanwhile suspicion remained in the shadows of the prisoner’s mind, Who the hell is this guy? He did that just to test me, what great resolve. Even with telepathy I couldn’t even pick up on his motive in the slightest. He’s dangerous. More than dangerous... Even the Empire doesn’t know his name.
...
Time behind the empty bars hung with the soggy smell of concrete. Gildarts found the place repulsive and had he suffered from claustrophobia, would have surely caused an explosion and broken down the reinforced walls of this place. Hell, had he not met Behemoth there was no doubting he would have.
But with a better plan that would skillfully maneuver them out of the prison with no one on their tails, of course it was a better option than to risk harmful consequences.
“Hey, what sort of thing happens in the lower levels? If I remember correctly he mentioned we were only on Tier one of security?” Gildarts asked having been mistaken for a secondary (again) and finally addressed why he had somehow been placed in the easiest tier to escape.
Behemoth grumbled, “Yeah yeah, so below us the levels increase due to the threat you are to the Empire, or perhaps to the deeds ye’ have done. With higher grade of a threat you will go lower. To sink below is the ultimate penalty and if you witnessed what they do down there you would see why.” Behemoth paused to flip back his untidy hair and seemed to be restless before their escape, “So up here on this deck you have mainly the pilferers an’ below ya’ in Tier two you would have murderers. Its much like the layout of Coruscant, if you’ve.. Never mind it doesn’t look like you’ve had the delight of visiting.” The sarcasm could be tasted in the air and it stung against the walls like the wailing of a brisk wind.
Gildarts listened and absorbed all he could of this new world, his knew reality, and took an ample breath and got a taste of the residual and stagnant air that floated in the airless prison.
“We’re simply categories in this little game. Life, death... Conquer, rule... Hope, despair... These are the things that make or break people down here. Primes however, have much more restraints. I daresay it is simply the fact you didn’t know you were a Prime that got you selected for this tier, that or they couldn’t prove you did your crime or your status.”
“Eh?” Gildarts felt a fret from on his face and didn’t understand how he was incriminated in the first place if his enemies couldn’t prove his guilt.
“Things don’t work like that here. There’s one law, its the Empire’s dominion. On the bright side even with their absolute rule, they couldn’t prove you were the man they accused you of being. How’s that compare to those Omni-impostors? Hah! Uh... Anyway, now they are waiting for you to make a move to escape or of retaliation so they can keep you down here for a reason. Which you have given them, lucky for you they don’t know it. Now that I’ve gotten to know you a little about you, I think you are definitely the man they think you are.” Behemoth almost laughed but was held steady by Gildarts’ stern gaze.
Grimacing Gildarts continued his questions after finally finding someone to give him answers about the Omniverse. Now that he was here in Impel Down, however, he had more on the line than himself and had to consider every possibility for failure if he were to escape. “So there’s no leaving the Omniverse? And what do they do to the Primes below?”
“Keep in mind you are phrasing this wrong, criminal Primes, feel no pity for their souls. Those below have heavy chains the size of your skull that limit their access to simple things like taking a leak. They are fed a cup of rice once a month. Not to mention they are kept under twenty-four hour observation due to the fact that you guys could summon your own escape tools as well as break out easily with just your power.” Behemoth had answered his Prime prison mate’s surface question, but he could feel Gildarts’ eyes were driven by more than just empty words. He wanted to know what kind of man Behemoth was and with Behemoth’s evasive answer, Gildarts found his.
“If everyone as strong as me was classified as a criminal just because they can’t control me, this place would be full of strong innocent people. Perhaps willing to band together. Technically since I’m under the same roof as the others, it makes me a criminal too.”
“If that’s the way you see it, Gildarts.” Behemoth scoffed and narrowed his eyes. “Just be glad you weren’t lucky enough to get classified below. There’s nearly no escape when you get down there. They limit your power and suck the marrow from your bones. Even a man as strong as you wouldn’t last down there for very long. Down there.. On the lowest Tier, you’d be begging for your shoelaces just to end your eternal misery.”
The immortal met the man’s serious gaze. For a flickering second Gildarts almost thought Behemoth had been a victim down there but reassured himself that the knowledge was not from experience, but from his secret skill that they were using to escape.
“So, you sure this’ll work?” Gildarts asked keeping all that his hope and Fairy Tail in mind for increased motivation, as if he needed it to want to escape this hellhole.
“Very soon, it takes some time to set in.”
...
To him, the plan seemed simple and foolproof. Memory altering dummies whose faces changed with a single trait every day. This meant, every time the warden or a guard would see Gildarts, something about his distinguished demeanor would have changed. Like his eye color would shift a shade or his nose would suddenly seemingly become gigantic. Gildarts had asked Behemoth how this would work about ten times and every time Behemoth responded cooly, his voice a silent whisper under the murmur of trickling, dripping water.
“Just to get this straight... That’s not actually me... Is it?” The new Prime was still so unfamiliar with the idea of summoning his own objects on a whim that the very concept of Omnilium seemed elusive to him even as he pondered it more.
“No, when you summon someone who is alive you will feel different. These are robotic dummies that have a memory charm worked in them. Each day they spend here, they will begin to look increasingly different from us. Then after a month or so they’ll melt. But by that time, no one will remember our faces well enough to search for us- the real us. It’s flawless. Plus you already are nameless to them. Nothing can go wrong! Ahahaha, in a month the Admiral’s henchmen will have a choice to make when they discover the mound of melted goo. They will either declare us dead- dead because that way word of their failure would never get back to the Admiral- or they would take the risk and search for us. In the event they choose the latter, the two prisoners they doremember will have completely different faces than we do. If the henchmen and warden do that and they send word to their esteemed Admiral of their failure and will receive the... Repercussions. Plus, they’d send the Admiral on a wild-goose chase for faces different than our own. Faces that don’t exist. I don’t know which they will choose when the time comes but I hope the respective. Hah. Those idiots won’t know what hit them. They’ll regret ever having met us.”
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