museunboxing | PSL for arkfall

[Knives is worried. He's worried that he'll take things to far and end up hurting his brother.

He doesn't want to do that anymore, and yet he has to in order to protect him in this world.

It makes him feel like he's weak.]

They'll probably make it worse if we are.

Yeah. [Vash never loses that smile as they walk. Not even as they get closer to the square where already the clue of a crowd can be heard. They seem excited for the show that is about to come. Still Vash look at ease and unconcerned.

Inside he's disgusted that these people are excited to watch him be humiliated. He's also nervous about being at the mercy of his brother.

He falls behind his brother. It would be much better to show that his dominant is in the lead and command here as they step up onto a raised platform to make it easier for all to see the upcoming event.

They're pretty much left to decide what to do themselves. Just the twins and a table of items for Knives to use should he wish to.]

[Knives manages to maintain a presence that makes him intimidating to the normal humans around. He walks up onto the platform and looks over the tools they've left for them. There's a flogger, a gag, some obvious sex toys - which unsettles him - and a small collection of blades.]

Take off your coat and get down on your knees.

[Vash's eyes skip over the sex toys and goes straight for the knives. He didn't expect something that would cut.

He gives a soft sigh as he follows Knives's order. Nimble hands unfastening his jacket. Leaving his chest bare but still dressed in his jeans. The crowd gives a small gasp at the sight of his scars. A few whisper about how Vash must be a troublesome submissive given his calm exterior and massive amount of scarring.

Calmly he gets onto his knees and waits for his brother's next order.]

[Knives always feels a bit of sorrow at the state of Vash's body. So many scars mapping out the wounds he suffered from protecting others. The whispers are irritating, as none of these people know how quickly Vash would gain even more of them if it meant protecting them from some unknown danger.

He has to swallow a desire to punish them all for thinking poorly of Vash. For now, he needs to get this over with. Put on a show so they can go home and never do this again.]

You have a bad mouth, my dear brother, and a real attitude problem. Today, we'll both learn how to control it better, won't we?

[Vash's eyes flick back to the table, but on his knees he can't quite see all the items on it anymore.]

Yes, brother. [Vash adds the family relationship to his answer. Hoping that will be enough to keep the crowd from wanting this to go sexual. He could deal with Knives hurting him, but not that.] I'm ready for your teaching.

[Knives is doing the same thing, making sure to fit in 'brother' as much as possible to ensure the familial relationship is firmly established. He doesn't even want to think about putting his brother in that kind of situation, and he doesn't think that an argument is worth that sort of punishment.

He trails a hand over Vash's shoulder before pulling away to get the gag. He had said that the symbolism of gagging him would play well with the crowd.

He brings it back to Vash.]

First thing first, little brother, we'll gag up that wicked tongue of yours so these good people don't have to listen to your offensive voice.

[Vash eyes the gag with a serene smile on his face. Hiding his great disdain for gags.] If you think that's best, brother. [At least this gag looked tame compared to some he's been forced to put up with.]

[Knives mood says words that he usually cannot bring himself to speak,'I'm sorry.' He doesn't think it clearly, though, nor utter it aloud. It's more a general impression that Vash can sense from him.

To the crowd collected to watch, he seems cold and imposing, though. They cannot sense the regret deep in his heart. He secures the gag and then gets up to select a flogger.]

You will respect my position, little brother. [His voice manages to command the attention of everyone watching, deep and deadly. Only Vash can tell how surface level it all is.

He flogger comes down on his back hard.]

You will respect me, little brother.

[Another hit. Then another.]

[Vash sits passively as the gag is set in place. Although the moment the flogger is picked up he looks pointedly at a couple of people in the crowd and shakes his head at them. He had told his friends to stay away, but it seems some did not listen. Knives may notice the rare displeased look in the crowd, but they stay where they are at Vash's silent plea to them. They would only make things worse at this point.

He flinches and gives a muffled cry of pain as the lashes lick at his scarred back. He closes his eyes and whimpers as he's hit again. Tears start streaming down his face. Playing the pain up a little bit with each stroke. That's what this crowd wants is his pain so Vash will give it to them.

Not that it didn't hurt. It did, but nothing Vash couldn't handle. His back growing raw, red, and bleeding as it continues. He digs his fingernails into his knees and waits for it to end.]

I'm okay. [He mentally tells his brother after each blow even as he starts to tremble.] I'm okay.

[The reassurance helps, but Knives still can't falter. He must carry on the show and make others believe it.

He continues to hit Vash for several more lashes. Finally, when he stops he gets down next to Vash and trails a finger through some of the blood on his back.]

This blood is my blood, little brother. We shouldn't waste it. [He licks his finger clean.]

[Vash is breathing deeply through his nose when the strikes stop. Deep, steady breaths as he deals with the pain.

Their shared link isn't needed as he watches Knives lick his blood off of his finger. Vash's expression is quite clear: ew! Although the crowd loves it. They scream for more.

Vash stays on his knees and really hopes that was just part of the show.]

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[It isn't, but Knives isn't about to examine the urge he has to lean down and lick the wounds on Vash's back.

Knives put a hand on Vash's head, forcing him to lower it. This angles his back, exposing more of the wounds to the crowd and making it easier for him to lean in a lick at one of the marks on Vash's upper back.

The way that his arm and neck move isn't entirely human, but it gives the crowd a better view of what he's doing. He makes a big show of how much he enjoying tasting that blood.]

[Vash doesn't resist the way Knives forces his head down. Simply wincing and making a soft noise of pain as the new cuts are pulled with the way his back is angled. He can feel the blood dripping down his back and the energy it gives the crowd. They don't seem to mind the way the Knives's arm and neck isn't exactly "right". Instead they are far to interested in watching that tongue lick the cut it has found.

Still Vash doesn't fight back. He keeps kneeling until he's to do otherwise. Although he's starting to get the sinking feeling that perhaps he's made the wrong choice.]

[When Knives pulls up some of Vash's blood is still smeared on his face. He pulls up and stands, looking down at his brother, before reaching out to remove the gag.

That he tosses away, letting it fly into the crowd.]

Did you learn your lesson, little brother?

[The crowd snatch at it. As if it was a fun souvenir to take home with them. Who doesn't want a free gag after all>?

Vash keeps looking down at the ground thinking it's what a good submissive would do as he nods his head.] Yes, brother. I have. I am sorry for disappointing you and embarrassing you like that.

[The crowd starts to boo. Worried their entertainment might almost be over.] USE THE KNIVES! [One voice calls out over the booing and then it starts a chorus of requests.] Strip him naked! SPANK him! Cut him! FUCK HIM! [Apparently the fact that they are bothers are lost to this crowd. Sticking various items in Vash's ass is another popular chant.] Fuck his face! GIVE HIM TO US! [That is the suggestion that makes Vash's blood run cold.] WE'LL show him what a good brother you are to him! [It's too much like home and Knives wanting to show him just how awful the human race can be. It makes Vash nervous. He's been given to the mercy of a crowd before and he really did not like that.]

[Vash can sense the irritation in Knives, but he doesn't give into the desire to smash the faces of everyone in the crowd. Instead, he laughs, the sound of it just at the edge of mania.]

Use the knives? [He asks.] Those knives? Why the fuck would I need to do that?

[He raises up his hand and his fingers morph and change into a blade.

He hadn't been able to summon anything since he arrived, but of course, at this moment he would find the ability to create something from his flesh.

It isn't what he truly wants - which would be to call forth enough to stab everyone in the crowd - but it's the shape of a dangerous looking dagger.]

You all lack imagination if you think I'd have to use such pitiful weapons.

KNIVES! [Vash calls out loud in a bit of a panic. Forgetting about the mental link. Partly because of what Knives had told him of his fate back home. Knives doesn't have much blond hair left. What will showing his ability to the crowd do to him? But also in part because of that irritation that Vash felt. He's scared that his brother is about to attack the crowd to the point that he nearly stands. He rocks a bit on his knees before he remembers where he is and stays put. His heart pounding in his chest, bu it was too late. The crowd had already seen and heard his outburst. Those not scared off by Knives's display are only more than happy to point out that perhaps the lesson hasn't been learned.]

Show us! [They cry out with excitement. Why should they fear these new blades? They're intended for the twin after all is what they think.] Show us what imagination we lack!

[Vash grinds his teeth together. He knows what a stupidly, dangerous game this crowd is playing even if they don't. His muscles are tense and every nerve is on end. Trying to sit still now was hard as he keeps an eye on his brother. Ready to jump up and protect this crowd calling for his blood if he must.]

Please, Knives. [He says out loud in an attempt to correct his earlier outburst.] Perhaps you should correct me a little bit more. Of course only if you feel I should be. You know what is best for me, brother. [His stomach twists saying that lie out loud.]

[Knives lifts a foot and places it on Vash's back, purposely digging his boot into the marks on his back. He leans into it, placing some of his weight there as he leans in. The blade he created ends up pressed against Vash's cheek. He doesn't cut, just yet, it's only enough to make an impression on the skin.]

I do know what's best. And it's so lovely to hear you say it.

[He presses the blade in and it cuts his brother's cheek, more blood dripping down from the wound.]

No more fighting, no more struggle. You'll do exactly what I say now, won't you, little brother.

[Vash makes a strangled sound as the crowd cheers. Glad to see the entertainment wasn't actually over as they had feared.

The former outlaw hisses with pain and leans forward slightly as his brother adds more weight onto his back. He doesn't flinch at feeling his brother's blade at his cheek. Just glad that it's being used on him and not the crowd. When it does cut into his cheek he shuts his eyes. Although perhaps what Knives will be shocked by is that he's not shutting them because of the pain, but because he's trying to concentrate. Concentrate on something he's not exactly sure how to do and may not be doing correctly, but the intention will probably be clear to Knives.

Vash is attempting to give a bit of his own power to his brother. Just a little bit. Just enough that Vash thinks will keep his brother's hair from growing any darker. Of course between not really being sure how much that is he may give giving away too much power for that. Or maybe not enough. Or maybe none at all. It doesn't change that it's what he's attempting to do even as that blade cuts into his cheek.]

Yes, sir. Whatever you say. [Yeah. No. That won't be happening, but Vash gets the feeling even if Knives knows it's only true while they're on this stage a small part of his brother is probably glad to finally hear those words.]

[Knives honestly despises the way his heart leaps over how Vash is trying to support him and at the sound of those words. So much time in his life had been spent craving a moment like this, and now here it is when he would rather not have it - and certainly wouldn't want it while a crowd was watching.

The power is a nice boost, and it lets him form more blades. He probably shouldn't be using it so freely, but he figures that kind of spectacle will appease the crowd.

His arm becomes less defined as they form. He knows better than to give into the urge to turn it on the crowd, instead, they pierce his brother, all along his back, shoulders, and upper arms, drawing out even more blood.]

[Vash didn't exactly want to give his brother more weapons to use against him, but at the moment he is glad that they're just sinking into his flesh and not the crowd.

His willing offer of his own abilities wavers and eventually cut off from Knives unless his twin is able to keep the channel by himself open. Vash doesn't have enough practice to keep it going while his body is in so much pain and distress. He plants his hands on the ground in an effort to keep himself upright. Tears being to fall again as he feels those unnaturally sharp knives cut into him.] Ow, ow, ow, ow. [He tries to bear it all as he starts to feel a bit like his upper half is becoming a bit like a puppet on strings with how many knives are being pressed into him.

The crowd continues to cheer. Loving ever twist of agony across Vash's face. There's even a couple shouting a few helpful places below the belt where Knives should stick his blades into. This is Duplicity after all. If it can fit up a butt (or even when it can't), someone is into it.]

[Knives calls the blades back into himself which leaves open, bleeding wounds in their place.

He reaches out to one of the ones on Vash's shoulder and presses a finger into the blood.]

This is my blood. [He says again, trying to get the point across, yet again, that this is his brother and he won't cross that line with him.

That fact that humans keep begging him to makes him feel disgusted.

He sucks the blood from his fingers again. Vash's blood is still smeared on his face and that makes him appear even more unhinged.]

[Vash lets out a shuttering gasp as the knives retreat from his body. He screams when that finger presses into his open shoulder. Squirming slightly under the pressure. He knows he should be holding still, but he also understands what this crowd wants. To see him writhing in pain.

It's clear the crowd is a bit disappointed that Knives hasn't been unhinged enough to cross the line and give them a real show. Although as Vash stays slumped over on his knees gasping for breath at least most seem fairly sated by the blood they've gotten and the display that they've never witness before. This really had been a treat.]

Fine! Get him to suck my cock! [A random stranger in the crowd jeers and nearly all laugh at his joke.] Show us how well he listens to you then! [Says another. It always seems to come down to sex with this lot. The tone right now is jovial. It doesn't seem like they expect that request to actually be filled. They just wish to torment Vash with the suggestion of it.]

I can do it. [Vash says tentatively over their link. A bit worried about how his brother will take this admittance.] If you can live with it. It's fine. Order me to do that and then I bet they'll let us leave for sure without rioting. [He's certainly done a lot worse in the past.] You could pick someone that doesn't look human? [He's trying to be helpful. Considering there are a few creatures in the crowd enjoying themselves that are not human.] But you don't have to do it if you can't live with it. It just means nothing to me if you do. [Try to leave now and hope that the crowd has had enough, continue to hurt him, or order him to do something awful. Vash leaves the choice to his brother.]

[Knives rubs his finger in more of the blood, mostly giving them something to look like while the brothers communicate.]

You pick. [He replies, as he digs his finger into another wound.] You pick who and I'll call them on stage.

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