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Albert Heinrich ([personal profile] silberfuchs) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2016-02-06 08:23 pm

[Open] He says, it's mine to give, but it's yours to choose

Who| Albert and Jet, Albert and Sigma, Albert and YOU
What| After having to shoot his husband out of the sky during the last District mission, Albert's been captured.
Where| Detainment Center. Visiting room, cafeteria, etc.
When| After the D8/D9 liberations
Warnings/Notes| Violence, suicidal topics, past body horror, forced drug abuse, body horror, probably other horrible things.


1. Arriving (Closed; for Jet)

He didn't resist.

Not when Punchy brought him into the enemy camp with a wavering gun and Albert's hands on his head knowing that a bullet of such small caliber, even at that close range, would just glance off of his metal body. Knowing that Punchy wouldn't shoot him, that he wouldn't go through Punchy to get away either, no matter how easy it would be.

Not when the Peacekeepers, an ironic use of the words, put the butts of their rifles to his face and back anyway as soon as they'd moved him to where he could be secured, where they could make sure he wasn't loaded, wasn't a bomb about to go off. He didn't feel it, not matter how he went down.

Not when the powers went off and he felt all those bruises, felt his skin taut on his cheek bones shiny and purple and tender to the touch. He doesn't touch it. He lets it be, a visible statement to how he must look inside.

He doesn't struggle, doesn't run, doesn't fight despite a myriad of opportunities. He barely even reacts until he's been put in his cell, the forcefield a barrier of static between himself and his captors. And even then it's one simple sentence.

"Show me Jet Link."

It's a threat despite its simple delivery, and it still somehow carries weight despite the energy barrier between anything Albert could do and those who wouldn't survive if he did it.


2. Settling

It's surprising how much prison and the military have in common as far as regimentation. There's a schedule for everything, rigid and unyielding. It would almost be a comfort in the irony of how similar it is to Thirteen's overly structured environment if it didn't also bring Albert memories of Black Ghost, of occupied Mocawa, of a lack of every autonomy that makes Thirteen bearable and keeps Albert grounded instead of adrift in memories he's sought for decades to repress.

Get up. Push ups until the force fields go down he couldn't do push ups at first, not when they'd kept his legs and arm for testing. Impossible to do push ups with only one extremity, shower not as cold as on Ghost Island, he thinks. He couldn't feel temperature right in those days, food, forced reeducation violence for its own sake, or for fear's sake. It's easier to detach from than being picked apart piece by piece, to know you died on the table at least twice but that didn't stop them and you're still here, still here with little else to focus on than the agony inside and a voice in the vent.

But there's no voice in the vent. There's no vent, and the voice is...

Gone.

No. He refuses to believe that. Jet's still there, and Albert will find him and bring him back and they'll turn this around just as they did with Black Ghost. Just as they did on Mocawa. Just as Jet was able to reassemble Albert into a functional human being, Albert will do the same for his husband. That's the first step.

And it starts with him playing along. Tired grunts and stiff movements, no complaints as he's taken out and paraded through the day from one meaningless event to the next with as much resistance as a windless sea. But embers burn in the back of his psyche and there's something truly unsettling in the way he complies, the same reaction to a soft word as a barked order, as a shove. It's all the same for now.

It may not be later.

004 doesn't forget voices. Doesn't forget faces.

004 can wait a very.

Very.

Long.

Time.

--

It's only been a week, but Albert's rarely seen in any company when there's down time, either the cafeteria or in the exercise yard. He exudes an aura of nothing. Void, cold and uninviting but a little sad as he does nothing more interesting than eat his food or stand against a wall. He barely says a word, but looks, watches, and sees.

Sometimes, he'll offer a hand with a task, wordless but there at the right time to steady someone before a fall, or catch something as its dropped. Sometimes, he'll stare too long at someone, perhaps deciding if further association is wise, or maybe willing them to come at least partially fill that void that surrounds him for lack of ability to overtly invite. Sometimes this is someone he knows, sometimes it isn't.

As time wears on, he looks at the ground more than people, looks at his shoes more than faces, trying to focus on something known only to himself. Or so he might think. It's obvious how sickness of the heart wears on a person, even one as old and experienced as Albert Heinrich.


3. Tinkering (Closed; for Sigma)
It's not long before they come for Albert too.

There are no drugs involved for him because they're not needed; direct control isn't necessary when they have what they know is dearest to Albert's heart under a proverbial gun, ready to have the trigger pulled the second he misbehaves. So he goes quietly, under guard, to the facility's infirmary.

He's not sure why, he feels fine, but instead of a doctor they bring in someone who's clearly an engineer, small precision tools and a work apron instead of sanitary whites and needles. For Albert, it's just as bad anyway. He's tense the entire time, even if he lets the man at his arms and legs without complaint, poking and prodding with the same manner as one would go at a leaky sink. He's not a person here, even less so than the cog he was in Thirteen. Here he's barely even an appliance.

Albert attempts to distract himself as the man whistles through his teeth thinly and tunelessly, the cyborg's eyes wandering to whoever else may be in this part of the facility. He doesn't recognize most, but one individual catches his eye, someone who before he was taken to Thirteen, Albert would have readily shot on sight given half the chance.

Sigma Klim.

Now, the German's eyes meet the other cyborg's and plead silently and faintly for a moment, an intervention despite Sigma's clear need for repair himself. And maybe that would be a good distraction, a way to get this man to leave Albert alone, repair Sigma, and then leave, letting the two old men if not talk, then at least breathe without a third unknown hanging over their heads so directly.
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-03-08 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for Albert, Tom didn't come here with the intention of breaking down a fresh, energized man into pieces. He isn't disappointed or dissuaded that Albert looks exhausted. Tom just came hoping to dance in the ashes of a spirit that's been extinguished. He came to rub salt into wounds because he can.

"Come now. You put a bullet in my head but you can't even give me a few words to let me know how you're doing?"

He claps his cane against the bars again and then leans against it, crossing his ankles as he stands.

"You know, I put in my request to be the one to interrogate you personally. Unfortunately, it seems that we both have other obligations."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-03-14 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
And so gleeful in being as annoying as he is. Truly, no one's taken the time to explain to Tom that supervillainy has moved on from its flashy, maidens-on-traintracks heyday of the mid-70's, or if they have he's doggedly ignored their concerns.

Part of it's just a flair for showmanship, but part of it is quite calculated as a front for the Capitol. They're so eager to buy into appearances that they'll turn a blind eye to this peacock of a villain hoarding information from Peacekeeper headquarters and using it for bogus arrests, or amassing funds to create an escape plan under the guise of planning a luxurious vacation.

"Aye, you did surprise me." He doesn't twirl his mustache, but he does rake his fingers through his hair. "I took you to be a hero type. That was my mistake. I should have figured you more for something much darker than that."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-03-20 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, pah." Tom actually makes a hand gesture to go with that syllable, a dismissive handwave as he folds his arms. "How terrible can your world truly be? There isn't a world out there that hasn't had concentration camps or cannibalism or fascism. It's as innate to humanity as breathing is."

It's something Tom tells himself sometimes, an absolution of his own sins by ratcheting up the voluminous transgressions of everyone else in the human race. What is he does besides living out his destiny? The world needs villains. History bends and contorts itself to make them.

"A child's murdergame is a new one, I'll admit. I wasn't expecting that when I showed up here. Was that old hat to you yet?"
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-04-07 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Hardly just private armies, where I'm from. There are many a government that conscripts its children." Tom somehow thinks that's totally morally different than using the child you raised as a weapon against your cousin and bullying her into a life of crime against her will. One of these is clearly discrete from the other in obvious ways. The two don't overlap at all in his mind.

"Oh my." Tom whistles. "An apocalypse. Our apocalypse was a person, and our universe was reset, and honestly after a while it gets so grim that it seems better to just focus on the individual rather than the ecosystem, don't you think? You'll never be happy if you worry about whole cultures."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-04-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"The only thing that matters to those on the ground is where they'll get their next meal. People are remarkably simple-minded when you take away their resources. There's a reason the Districts haven't overthrown this yoke in seventy-five years that has nothing to do with the, ah, questionable decisions the governing body makes."

Tom snaps his fingers at an Avox, and gestures for the slave to bring him a chair. He's enjoying this, even if it's not as antagonistic as he predicted it.

"Of course are actions are a part of that. The only question is whether it's worthwhile to care." Tom smiles like the cat that ate the canary, as if he's found the secret to happiness and is deigning to share just a drop of it. "I found my life improved dramatically when I stopped worrying about how my actions fit into that 'pattern' you're speaking of."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-05-03 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, but you see change as a good thing. Some people here are quite happy with the status quo. Think of how sad and fearful their lives would be if they didn't have all the luxuries of the world spoonfed to them." He takes a seat, throwing his arm back over the headrest of the chair and balancing his cane across his knee.

"You're right, of course, lad. I don't give a toss about them really. I'm here for my own interests, and if I were you I'd consider doing the same."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-05-06 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Tom's smile becomes false; some muscle relaxes around his eyes that suddenly makes it clear that Albert's tapdancing on a nerve of his, a cord that pulls the trigger to an impulse. Because Tom loves nothing more than to monologue and gloat, and even knowing that there are cameras here, he wants to show Albert wrong.

"You've pegged me as indolent, haven't you." He leans in, teeth bright in his smile, smart and stupid all at once as he tilts his hand. "You don't know what it is I want really."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-05-08 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"That'd be a bit simple, wouldn't it?" He strokes his goatee, smiling not at Albert but off into some unforeseen future where his patience and plotting is duly rewarded. He'll make them suffer for having made him beg for the right to carry his cane. He'll see them dance at his command.

"Wouldn't you like to know if I have more complicated machinations at work?"
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-05-12 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't bothered to hide that," Tom says, although his catlike attitude becomes less indolent and more sulky. "Anyone with a brain wants that. No lad wakes up in his youth and thinks, today is the day I'd really like to have someone with no idea how to run a government tell me to dance for my supper."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-05-25 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Having any sort of power doesn't mean being in charge, lad. There's a reason I never tried to take over the world like some villains in my home universe."

Aside from the fact that world domination hasn't been a fruitful goal since the days of Caesar, Tom doesn't have the energy for all the mollifying one would have to do as a Supreme Ruler. That doesn't mean he doesn't think he deserves it, just that he doesn't want it.

He jiggles his cane over his knee. "Do Germans understand freedom?"
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-06-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Only the ideals. The privilege to do whatever I want, of course. True love. Wealth. None of this involves anyone else except my wife and whomever else I decide to let tag along, you see."

He leans back, looking past Albert, as if at a future projected behind him. "None of it involves countries at all. I don't need these people worth a damn."
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[personal profile] pimpcanes 2016-06-01 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom rankles a little bit. He doesn't like the way Albert isn't impressed with Tom's admittedly shallow plan, but then again, Tom can comfort himself knowing he's moving towards it in a steady upward trajectory while Albert rots in a cage.

"I'm surprised you haven't already given in to those impulses. You know, plenty of people call them base, but I just think of them as pure. Anyway, I've just taken steps to secure that future."

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