Hell Of A Talk | ||
Date Started: October, 11th, 2024 Date Finished: Ongoing Previous Role-Play: Next Role-Play: Timeline: Mid March 1620 Setting: Characters Involved: | ||
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User:GregOfEvil | User:Ratmonkey333 |
Hell Under The Sea[]
Deep in the pits of Impel Down, below the frozen landscape, desert, and blazing hell, lay a floor with no dangers other than those in their cages. The men and women sent here were meant to be forgotten by the world; all they could do in their cells was gruel over what they had done as the world above passed them by.
In the cold stone walls that made up the sixth floor, there were cages of various sizes meant to house those of any size, but one cell stood larger than the rest. The cages overshadowed each other with the cell top reaching the floor, but the cell did not incage a giant or some other large creature; instead, what filled the cage was chains atop chains atop chains.
The cage was a spaghetti-like structure of steel that connected every part of the cage, leaving no room for more chains. Whilst all chains had different points they started, they all shared the same endpoint. A large orange man was wrapped up like an escape artist with his limbs stretched out to their fairest point before they could snap. What was done to the man was inhuman; he was now no longer treated as a man but as a world-destroying weapon that must be contained no matter what.
The man had a strong face, with its most prominent feature being his large eye, which was a gift from his heritage; his face was covered in dust from the sheer lack of movement he'd gotten over the months since his head last twitched. To anyone who looked at the man, they would think he was dead, but he was most definitely awake as his eye opened suddenly and a smirk crept across his face. "Yes, come here, Warden," he said with a raspy but assertive voice that echoed through the halls and scared the other inmates as it'd been a while since he spoke aloud.
"Oh?" Sombre slowly walked out from the darkness and toward the cage. "Has the little cyclops awoken from his slumber? Shri Papapapapapa!" He burst out laughing as he grasped from his stomach with his four hands, "Guess your senses haven't dulled you, scumbag!" He kicked the cage, its sound resonating between the stone walls. Lifting his cap, he slicked back his hair along with his shrimp-like antenna. With a menacing smile, with his free hand, he reached into his coat and threw out a packet into the cell, which slid on the damp floor before stopping at Mateo's feet. "Brought your favorite."
"My favourite? or your favourite thing to feed me" the man spoke with moving an inch, with his eye still stick to the floor. "What have i done to deserve a visit from the cannibal? Have a done something wrong?" the man spoke with a general low pitched chuckle that echoed across the level.
"Shri papa! Look at you! Still thinking everything is about you; don't think this is anything special; this is nothing more than visiting a zoo filled with wild animals!" He laughed, "And you, Mateo, are my favorite animal! Once a mighty lion who fought against admirals was reduced to nothing more than a caged-up monkey!" He pulled out a sandwich wrapped in paper from his coat and unwrapped it while staring at Mateo.
"You could've been a legend to the likes of Gold Rodger! But now you're here, forgotten; no evidence about your legacy apart from old scars on a corpse!" Sombre chose his words carefully, each perfectly crafted to whittle down Mateo's will like a pick against stone. "A shame too; if you were imprisoned one level above, I think I could've made a fortune marketing a circus freak like you, but oh well." He finished unwrapping his sandwich, which revealed it held live shrimp squirming in between the bread, and with a stone-cold face, he took a bite.
Crunch.
The air turned cold and Sombre's expressions turned emotionless and grey; it was like the color was sapped out of the room. "Eat up." Sombre spoke like a machine, with no emotion and none of that laughter knitted in between words like before.
"Like Roger, eh?" Mateo fell silent for a moment, his head dropping lower and his single eye closing shut. "I could have never been a Roger; what I did was far too evil for that." The chained man's head shot up, removing some of the dust that covered his scalp. "Don't mistake these iron drapes for a sign of weakness; I'm still the lion I was those years ago."
Mateo watched with an uninterested expression as his warden ate his sandwich. "I don't eat fish; it's never been my favorite." Mateo continued to stare at Sombra with a cold gaze that matched the wardens; a cold air drifted between the two as no words were excited for a moment.
"But tell me, warden. I know they keep you here all the time, but what's happening outside these walls?" It had been a year since anyone had told him about global events or since he overheard a guard, since the guards remain quite near his cell. "Who are the yonkos? What happened to Lorenzo Rafael?"
"Wasn't my monolog about corpses enough to tell you of his fate? He's dead, and not from any wound laid by you! But besides that, two Yonko fell, and the war is over; not much else I can tell you."
"I see..." his head dropped low at the news in almost a moment in grief, "BAMAMAMAMAMAMAM." Mateo let out a deep, beastly laugh that shook his chains violently together like an applause of metal. Mateo dropped the laugh and looked at his Warden, "Two yonkos dead and an admiral as well. What shaking events have I missed in my cage? Tell me who the yonkos who fell were. Was one of them that one-eyed copycat?"
"What makes you think you're in the position to receive such answers?" Crevette's face contorted in annoyance as his voice bounced off the worn-down walls, carrying with it an overwhelming and unwelcoming presence that seemed to even make the chains fall back in silence. Crevette pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a flick of his fingers. "But if you shrimply must know that giant bastard is still alive and kicking."
"Me being chained up has given you the mind that I'm some lowly crook; I'll ask whatever question of you i want, warden." Mateo switched to threatening tone as Sombra tried to put himself above Mateo. The Cyclop's eye focused on the other cells. "It's displeasing that he's still alive i've has always hated the giants; has there not been anyone new who took up the of Yonkos or Admiral?"
"Not to my knowledge, the only news that's brought here is who has been killed or arrested; even then, the matters of those scums never intrigued me."
"Then of what use are you to me, warden? I would've killed you for something like this when I was younger, but now I'd probably still kill you, but that has nothing to do with your use. Im somewhat happy hes dead. Rafeal was meant to kill me that day, but that lazy fool just sent me down here even after all I did. Now the only face I get to see is yours."
"Shri papapapa! If I wasn't under an obligation, I would set you free from your cage right now and paint the walls with your flesh! But my duties as a warden far outweigh the life of a miserable little monkey!"
"You sure do think highly of yourself, bamama" Mateo chuckled at the threat, a warden of the escapable impel down was no threat to Mateo "but careful with your words little fish, don't want me to paint this prisoner a new shade".
A vein bulged on Crevette's head hearing those words. "Fish?" Crevette chuckled as he placed a hand on his forehead, "I might have to loosen those chains; they might be stopping blood from traveling to that puny brain of yours." He raised his finger and pointed it straight at Mateo, "I'm a human, and don't ever forget that!" He jabbed his finger forward, launching swirling blasts of air; they spun until they formed into shrimp-like figures that carried the malicious intent of the Warden and headed toward Mateo's exposed flesh.
Before Mateo could place a word in edgewise, he was struck by the warden's scorn. Mateo's head shot back, slamming against the cold stone walls with a large thud. The chains that weighed him down rattled as violently as Crevette's attack like they shared the warden's fury towards Mateo. The halls of level six began compacted with noise, as the sound of the impact and the rattling of countless chains echoed. Slowly everything fell silent; the chains became steady and calm. "Never let an insult of that calibre upset you, warden." The prisoner's head craned back, his forehead unscathed by the attack. "Your bosses hate people like me and you; they think you less despite the strength of your birth right. When you react like that, it reinforces their belief." For the first time in the conversation, Mateo seemed to possess an almost sympathetic tone in his voice, but any sympathy that his words carried was dismissed by the cold look in his eye.
"All that talking must've taken the blood from your head; you're not making any sense. I am the finest human that they could've asked for, and I don't need to hear anymore from you especially that "sympathy" I'm feeling from those words." Crevette spat on the ground before turning to leave.
"they'll never see you as human, but be blinded by the poison that is the world governments dogma, i don't really care about you, doubt anyone does" Mateos eye tracked the spit as it traversed through the air to the ground, Mateos eye turned one last time to see his honoured guest leaving "well then warden i'll be seeing you, next time we meet, you should pray i'm still in chains".
"You should pray there's bars between us." Crevette retorted; his tone and stance showed he was done talking to Mateo. He simply turned and walked away. As he did, a tear rolled down his eye. Stopping, Crevette touched the tear and examined it with his finger. He felt it was odd, as he physically didn't feel sad or hurt by Mateo's words; in his mind, he was just a dog that went crazy after chasing its own tail in the cell he called home. He scoffed and wiped the tear on his clothes as he used his hands to fix his uniform and put his hat in the right place as he continued to walk away, his steps fading into the darkness, leaving Mateo back to his own devices in his personal purgatory, here in his Hell Under The Sea.