It's a jarring experience, almost an out of body one, as Slaine finds himself watching himself give Asseylum his father's pendant. He watches himself wish her well, his gaze full of adoration and longing, before she then leaves the hallway, only to be replaced by a stern, frightening man. Immediately the end of a cane makes contact with his cheek, knocking him down onto his knees.
This isn't the only memory of his face or gut meeting the end of Count Cruhteo's cane. There are so many instances that they begin to blur together, making him feel dizzy and sick as he watches them all play out before him. It isn't just Cruhteo that makes Slaine the target of his ire. Other personnel on the Landing Castle orbiting Earth make a point to bully him whenever they get the chance. Filthy Terran, useless, scum and all sorts of insults seem to hit him, along with kicks or having his hair yanked nearly out of his scalp. There are glimpses of military drills, of piloting spacecraft, but despite the high marks he receives, he only seems to get picked on worse. There's a brief memory of him piloting a ship on Earth, of being called a Bat, only to be shot down to crash his sky carrier into the ocean. This goes on for sometime until the memories melt down to one that trumps all of them in terms of brutality and abuse.
It's outright torture, what he experiences, shackled and hung by his wrists from the ceiling of a room. He's electrocuted as he's interrogated for his actions, of going down to Earth by himself amidst the war. Why did he seek an audience with the Emperor? What did he know about Princess Asseylum's assassination? Count Cruhteo gets no answers, and in return for his insolence Slaine finds himself degraded, whipped, and gagged by the end of a pistol.
The memories have him clutching at his chest as he looks around wildly for a way out, for an escape from whatever this is, before the room changes into a place far more dark. It's dimly lit, and he watches, with rapt horror, as he moves to save his princess, to save Asseylum, only to watch her be shot.
He can't relive this. He can't do it. Hands clutching either side of his head as he tries back up, to remove himself from the memory he already replays in his dreams. Eventually he hits a wall, back to it, knees giving out as he slides down it into a crumpled heap on the floor. He can't breathe, panic having gripped him, the edges of his eyes wet.
Suddenly, it's not dark anymore. He's in the Princess' baths, a downed rocket having crashed in the middle of it all. There a younger version of himself hangs out of the contraption, dressed in a space suit, drowning from liquid in his lungs until a certain princess saves him. He feels like he's drowning right now, from the anxiety and panic that have fully taken over his body. Whatever's happening needs to stop and it needs to stop now.]
WILDCARD
[There are so many things to do and I'm down to do any of them. Just let me know and I'll be there or can write a starter for us!]
Slaine Troyard | Aldnoah.Zero CW: torture...lots and lots of torture
[He doesn't want to remember.
It's a jarring experience, almost an out of body one, as Slaine finds himself watching himself give Asseylum his father's pendant. He watches himself wish her well, his gaze full of adoration and longing, before she then leaves the hallway, only to be replaced by a stern, frightening man. Immediately the end of a cane makes contact with his cheek, knocking him down onto his knees.
This isn't the only memory of his face or gut meeting the end of Count Cruhteo's cane. There are so many instances that they begin to blur together, making him feel dizzy and sick as he watches them all play out before him. It isn't just Cruhteo that makes Slaine the target of his ire. Other personnel on the Landing Castle orbiting Earth make a point to bully him whenever they get the chance. Filthy Terran, useless, scum and all sorts of insults seem to hit him, along with kicks or having his hair yanked nearly out of his scalp. There are glimpses of military drills, of piloting spacecraft, but despite the high marks he receives, he only seems to get picked on worse. There's a brief memory of him piloting a ship on Earth, of being called a Bat, only to be shot down to crash his sky carrier into the ocean. This goes on for sometime until the memories melt down to one that trumps all of them in terms of brutality and abuse.
It's outright torture, what he experiences, shackled and hung by his wrists from the ceiling of a room. He's electrocuted as he's interrogated for his actions, of going down to Earth by himself amidst the war. Why did he seek an audience with the Emperor? What did he know about Princess Asseylum's assassination? Count Cruhteo gets no answers, and in return for his insolence Slaine finds himself degraded, whipped, and gagged by the end of a pistol.
The memories have him clutching at his chest as he looks around wildly for a way out, for an escape from whatever this is, before the room changes into a place far more dark. It's dimly lit, and he watches, with rapt horror, as he moves to save his princess, to save Asseylum, only to watch her be shot.
He can't relive this. He can't do it. Hands clutching either side of his head as he tries back up, to remove himself from the memory he already replays in his dreams. Eventually he hits a wall, back to it, knees giving out as he slides down it into a crumpled heap on the floor. He can't breathe, panic having gripped him, the edges of his eyes wet.
Suddenly, it's not dark anymore. He's in the Princess' baths, a downed rocket having crashed in the middle of it all. There a younger version of himself hangs out of the contraption, dressed in a space suit, drowning from liquid in his lungs until a certain princess saves him. He feels like he's drowning right now, from the anxiety and panic that have fully taken over his body. Whatever's happening needs to stop and it needs to stop now.]
WILDCARD
[There are so many things to do and I'm down to do any of them. Just let me know and I'll be there or can write a starter for us!]