generallocke

[generallocke]

Alright, i haven’t been on this blog for awhile but i should change that! Like this for a starter!

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He pulls a chair up and sits in front of the jail cell. “My title is General Locke. And before you tell me your name, I don’t care.” He folds his arms and frowns at her.

"I’m hungry."

The general looks over at the other, “And what do you want me to do about it?”

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“..Yes I am.” He glares her down, she wants to ask him questions? “How long will it take for you to leave? I have other jobs to tend to thats not shooing brats like you away.” 

General. Wait she was trespassing? Woops. “Oh, well, General,” she bowed her head respectfully. “Would you happen t’be a chimera too? I’ll ‘lso be out soon, I promise it,” not as if she wanted to stay somewhere like this for too long.

“Just got a few questions.”

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He shoots a glare at her, as a prisoner she really should be quiet. But he didn’t have anything else to do so might as well entertain her until his higher officers got back to him.

“I only look young. I’ve been modified to be strong and tactical, the body they use just happens to be young.”

"I’m hungry."

The general looks over at the other, “And what do you want me to do about it?”

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“Correct. King Porky owns that and the land your trespassing on.” He folds his arms, his patience were growing short. But he was curious as to how she knew so much, he never seen her in the village.

“Yes.” He shakes his head, “I’m General Locke.” 

Chimeras. Warning heeded, but she knew of this place, vaguely, Ana wasn’t sure whether it was a good idea or not, but she still had more to ask. “Under a guy named Porky, right?” She tensed up.

“Is this on Nowhere Islands-” what to call him? “Commander?”

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“...Alright.” He stared at her hesitantly but grabbed her bag from under the table. He pulls the said food and slips it threw the opening on the door. “And before you ask, you’ll stay in here as long as my superior sees fit.”

"I’m hungry."

The general looks over at the other, “And what do you want me to do about it?”

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"I’m hungry."

The general looks over at the other, “And what do you want me to do about it?”

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"Okay! Okay. You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere" "You’re going to do what I say from now on?" "I’ll chain you up again." "Please don’t chain me up." "Don’t make me do this. Please." "Do you think I want to hurt you?" "I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you listened." "I’m hungry." "Just for that, you’re going to pay." "I didn’t mean to." "I’m sorry." "Sorry doesn’t fix it." "What are you doing with that gun?" "I’m going to shoot you, dummy." "I’m having company so I’m going to have to lock you up." "You know I love you." "No you don’t. You can’t love. You’re a fucking psychopath!" "Kiss me." "You don’t have to go." "I…I think I love you." "You didn’t have to kill him/her!" "I wasn’t going to let him/her touch you!" "If you love me, let me go." "What are you doing?" "I’m setting you free." "You’ve been so good lately. You’ve earned new privileges." "Please don’t leave me. It’s cold." "The chain’s too tight." "You’re hurting me!" "Stop squirming!" "You’re all mine, aren’t you?" "I’m yours." "That hurts!" "Why are you doing this?" "Do I have to have a reason to take someone as pretty/handsome as you?" "Why me?" "You don’t have to kill them." "You’re going to kill them for me."

Capture Starters

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"Hey, creep! Stop attackin' people!"

“I’m doing my job, kid. Move along and go home.”

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“For experiments like that.” He points towards a herd of cattlesnakes in the distance. “I don’t think you want to get mixed up in this so beat it.” Damn, she was persistent. 

“Its a laboratory. Not for kids such as yourself. Go home and play there.” He stood his ground. 

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“Its a laboratory. Not for kids such as yourself. Go home and play there.” He stood his ground. 

A formal speaker, whom had done correct to assume she posed no ill intentions. “Not allowed?” She should’ve been afraid, but the familiarity of a friendly face kept her from doing so. She would, however, refrain from voicing names, out of pure knowledge of the consequences of that last time.

After all, they bore an unlucky uniform, “why? What’s this place called?” 

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“No but I can’t sir.” He shakes his head, he honestly couldn’t. They had ran multiple tests on him to awaken his PSI, all failed. “Twins?” His eyes widen as he stared forward, his face turned pale and his hands starting to shake, “...Claus?” He meekly whispered before shaking his head and returning back to attention. He glanced over his shoulder at his superior.

“..If you say so sir.” He watches the others moves, watching to see if he will attack again. He nods simply his hand went to his side, he unsheathed the sabre he was given by the scientists. He really had no idea how to use it but that was the point of training right? 

Claus felt a bit defeated as Lucas continued to insist on his last name. It made his shudder in disgust. What kind of cruel things had they done to him. There was a side of him that wanted to figure out a way to go back in time and prevent this all from happening.

Another side of him thought maybe this was for the best. Sure Porky could be ruthless at times, but it wasn’t like the pig king was going to up and murder his own experiment. If that were the case Claus would have been deactivated a long time ago.

Lucas, in his normal human state, couldn’t really defend himself as well as he could in this state. He was responsible to train Lucas. He was the one that would teach him everything, so he could mold Lucas into being just as strong as him, hell probably even stronger. At that rate not even Porky could stand up to him. Besides that he would be able to spend more time with Lucas and keep an eye on him. He’d probably request that Lucas stick with him, surely that would be manageable, right?

“Sure you can, Locke.” He sneered at the name. “You and I are far more connected than you may think.” Fine, if he was going to have to go about getting the others memories back a more subtle way then so be it. “You and I are made of the same blood. Essentially, were twins.” His voice had grown a bit more angry as he stood behind the blond, examining the others wings.

“You might not be able to do it now, but in time you’ll be able to do that and more.” He sighed, finally moving to face his brother. “Draw your weapon. Let’s see how powerful Porky’s new general really is.”

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“He will get you though.” The blond aims his weapon again, only to be hit by the PSI attack from Ness, sending him skidding a few feet back. Letting out a groan of pain he takes a dizzy step towards the young boy, shaking off the attack, “Resistance won’t change your fate.”

He fires a shot at the shield, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” He fires a few more shots, taking a step closer each time, “My king just wants you alive, he doesn’t care how hurt you are.”

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“Yes sir.” He nodded and continued to stare straight ahead,

“I suppose you are correct sir, perhaps you should bring that to attention to the scientists. I’m just relaying the information they told me.” He glances down at his own robotic parts, wondering if they would need maintenance too. “...Although Dr. Andonuts shared your opinions too.”

"Whether they happen or not, you are my subordinate. You will ask for the medication when you return to the labs. It is not a big cost for them, and if your headaches show up in an important time, it could be dangerous." The Commander shook his head. Pros and cons? He saw mostly cons.

"Humans chimeras are expensive. To maintain our thinking abilities, they have to be very careful with up. Plus, with the case of ones like myself, the body can reject the robotic parts and need regular maintenance. We’d lose a lot of lives that way."

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“It’s not about what you want. You will return to your role.”

“You can be reprogrammed. And you will.” he takes a step towards her, not lifting his weapon towards her yet, “There doesn’t have to be a fight, you can just come quietly.”

"Who-- Do not come any closer, chimera." The girl sneers, she recognizes the boy is from the army. "I will fight you to the death."

The general stared at the girl. How did she know about him being a chimera? No matter he was ordered to find her. “And I’ve been trained to fight. Don’t think I won’t do the same.” He takes a step closer, not yet aiming his cannon just to see if she complies.

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The young blond just stood in confusion, he didn’t understand what in the world was going on. 

“I’m...my name is Locke.” He repeated, “I don’t see how you could of known me. Unless you knew me at a very young age.” He watched the ginger, and took an uneasy step backwards, “At least, that's what I know.”

The boy backed away at the sight of the PSI Attack, he shook his head,” I-I can’t do that--” He cleared his throat, stuttering wasn’t very becoming for a General. “I mean, I’m afraid I don’t know how to use....that.” He gestures to the charred training dummy. 

"I…" Claus held his tongue. Clearly Lucas didn’t remember him and they did a damn good job at wiping his memory. A lot better of a job than they did with him. Made him wonder how many other things they did better with his brother. A sigh echoed through the training room as he forced himself off the smaller blond.

"No, i’m not confusing you, I know who you are you just can’t accept it yet." He sighed and angrily reached for his sword. That was the last straw, the moment he saw Porky or any of the high ranking pigmasks he’d probably slaughter them. Now it wasn’t just training some newbie, it was training his brother. He had to train him in a way Lucas could deal with anything. He couldn’t let his brother die, if he could help it. 

"How much PSI do you know?" He growled and rose his sword, striking the training dummy with a bolt of PK Thunder

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He fires a shot at the shield, "i'm afraid I can't let you do that." He fires a few more shots, taking a step closer each time, "My king just wants you alive, he doesn't care how hurt you are."

He finally spots it, but suddenly he’s not dragging to boy as easy as he was before, “What—” he turns around just as his hand is paralyzed. The hand falls limp to his side “What do you think you’re doing?!” The blond quickly aims his cannon at him.