starbeast (starbeast) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-04-07 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlas, natal maltose, npc |
Who: Atlas (Natal Maltose) and Freyra (Janelle Delmar)
What: Catharsis
Where: Ridgekeep, Freyra's office
When: BACKDATED Thursday 2/25
Warnings: Immolation
With a guttural roar, Atlas kicked in the door to Freyra's office. It clattered across the floor before impacting with a loud crash against the far wall. Atlas stood framed in the now empty doorway. Despite the fury of his entrance, he stood as still as a statue. His brows were furrowed and his eyes hard, his wrath clear on his face.
"Detonate the bomb that the son of Zeus put in my head!" he demanded. "I will endure or I will die, but I will finally be free!"
Freyra merely sighed at the entrance as she put down her screwdriver and looked up. She wasn't even happy that her human employees were on remote location construction a bunker, she was merely dismayed that so many of the males in this compound found the need to use their feet to open doors. And then they imported this one for another. "No." She then went back to the gizmo she was fiddling with. That would teach him to kick open doors.
Atlas' eyes narrowed. He moved into the room, advancing on Freyra.
"I will force the issue," he warned. His voice was low and harsh "You have done nothing to earn my ire, but I have spent too much of my life bound in fetters. I will have my freedom." He stopped at arm's length from Freyra, within striking distance.
"You can do nothing to force the issue with me. All you can do is pound me into the ground perhaps. Then you will be apprehended by my kin, I will be healed and in my proud gloating I will still not activate the bombs to stick it to you." Freyra said it as matter-of-factly as possible, but she did at least put down the screwdriver and stood up to look him in the eyes. "You would have been better off knocking on my door, greeting me politely and then phrasing it in the form of a request for a challenge. Alas, you decided to kick my door down and I really don't like when people do that." She stood still, ready to be punched or ready to stand her ground, but she would not cower. Her pride would not allow that even if she was afraid. "Now what brought this on?"
"Simply the knowledge that I am a captive," Atlas replied evenly. "That makes you my captor, and no matter how nice a face you wear in my presence, that also makes you my enemy. I had lost sight of that while within these walls, but my vision is now clear. Deny me this request, and I will fight you and your kin until the last spark of life is beaten out of my body." Atlas' tone was even. There was no anger nor desperation in it, only determination.
"That's a little bit better. Now, imagine how better this would have gone if you had come in here like that after knocking." No, Freyra was not giving up the point that he had kicked down her door. There was door splinters on her floor. But a pleased smile seemed to cross her features as she appreciated his determination. "Answer me something first, am I your captor because you're rigged to explode or because I can make you explode?"
"Both." Atlas didn't see any much difference between her options. "And if you will not remove the bomb from my head, I will do it myself. I know there are things I can do that will trigger it. Restrictions placed on me that the son of Zeus wouldn't lift just to thwart my plan." Atlas' plan could be stopped by removing the behavioral restrictions, but what would the son of Zeus sacrifice to stop Atlas' mad grab for freedom?
"I will attack you. I will attack his family. I will attack the mortals. I am a caged beast, and there is nothing I won't do for freedom." Atlas frowned deeply. This was more talking and less exploding than he was expecting. Like a caged beast, Atlas was willing to sacrifice his body for freedom. Talking simply taxed his patience.
"While I appreciate that you will do anything for your freedom, I can't help but also know that you just picking two new forms of captivity. Either you die, which is just a prison at best or you don't but blow yourself up into some sort of invalid probably." Freyra sighed a little and walked across the room to where her purse was strewn and took out a remote. "I stopped considering you an enemy a long time ago. Catch." She tossed it at him, "Now you have the power to blow yourself up. Better?"
"Yes." Atlas smiled. That was easier and more boring than he had expected. There was still one thing left to do, but Atlas couldn't resist adding a final barb of his own.
"For as much as you talk and as smart as you say you are, you've missed two things," Atlas said chidingly. "One, that it will be my choice makes both those outcomes better than what I have now." Atlas' smile grew wider. "Two, you should have given me this remote somewhere else." Without another word, Atlas activated the remote detonator.
Seven muffled explosions rumbled from Atlas' body. He dropped to the floor bonelessly. Ichor sprayed from his shoulders, hips, mouth, ears, and nose. When the torrent subsided, he lay unmoving on the ground, smile still on his face.
Freyra never ceased to be shocked at how predictable people could be, at least those she found herself around. She was beginning to think that once a person was over a certain size naturally they would just instinctively pick whatever was the most impulsive, dramatic choice. She wiped the ichor from her face as she rushed over to the Titan, lyrical Elven words already upon the witch's lips.
She couldn't heal him; her magic couldn't do that but she could try to keep what was vital together and moving until someone could.
She laid her hands on him as her ancient, otherworldly words ended and kept one hand upon his chest as she fished her cell phone from her pocket. "I don't get the great thrill of freedom. I'd want to know where the sword is coming from that'll kill me... But you don't get to die today. You hear me, Atlas. You better endure this." Even as she spoke while trying to simultaneously concentrate on maintaining her spell's hold on him she hit her speed dial, "James, my side workroom B. Clean up. Stat. Now."
Summary: Atlas barges into Freyra's office to demand his freedom from the bombs in his body. Freyra is bemused by Atlas' entrance, and makes her displeasure known. She is even more bemused when she gives him what he wants and he proceeds to be dramatic and impulsive about it.