The mere thought could have any being filled with joy and happiness. Among Noxian guards walked a new sentient being-no, not completely new, no-but reborn. He simply could not walk at a steady pace, this was an occasion that deserved running and scampering! The guards, soldiers and onlookers watched as he ran by seemingly without a care in the world, one soldier giving a smug grin and a smirk as he returned to his duties. A rat given a new home; as happy as if he were given a fresh, new morsel of cheese.
His scent lingered by as he scampered past soldiers and doors, hallways and intersections, trying his hardest to find his precious new home. The rat's movements were almost snake-like, darting from one door of each hall to the next and opening one after the other, sniffing and examining each thoroughly. None were his home. But now was not the time to be disappointed.
Further down the hall to his right was a lone door, appropriately sized for what lie within; it seemed to call to him, luring him over. He nearly squealed in joy! As only a Plague Rat could; but to him, 'squeaking is for the weaklings'. His brethren may chatter in such a way, but it was the equivalent of caveman speakings to him. To degrade himself to such ways of communicating again would be to look down upon all that's happened so far! Twitch cursed the mere thought of it, casting it away into the insane recesses of his mind. There were better things to think about. The rat quickly and impatiently swung the door open; his face, a face of shock.
His own broom closet!
Filled with old and forgotten coats, hangers, cleaning materials, a dusty mirror, and many other little trinkets that his mind simply couldn't process. The wonders of a home all to himself, no other rats to bother him and tease at his insanity, only to kill them all later. There was slight work to be done, renovations! He threw the useless bits of the trinkets and such out of the closet, caring not a bit for them yet keeping very few.
The mirror was set aside for later; a special spot to manage his newly found appreciation for his own personal hygiene was necessary. Master would not be pleased if Twitch were disgusting and smelly as he usually was. Such cleansing materials would come in handy for that; while usage of things like detergent on himself may not be for the best, his innocence told him otherwise.
Twitch brushed off what he could with the bristled end of the broom, its handle smacking and banging into the doorframe and some objects inside. Soon enough after causing some damage of his own, the dust was swept outside instead of simply put into the trash, the inside of his home clean; clean enough. He reached into his bag happily, proud of what he'd done, and pulled out what was a rather thick and flat object. Written atop it was "Home Sweet Home"-various parts blotted with bits of dirt and debris-a doormat taken from his previous place of habitance. It was thrown just before the doorframe, a puff of dirt surrounding it and fading away into the air.
He yawned a squealing yawn. His limbs ached, his body somewhat rotted all over. Swain's..."initiation" was quite brutal. But it was all worth such prizes...a home, all the cheese he could imagine! It was enough to die for! And now...if need be, he would. Bound by his Master's will, the Plague Rat would serve obediently and without word against him. This was the price for his mischievous ways, and the price of a new home. It all tired him.
Easily, the rat's eyelids became heavy and lowered over his vision, nearly falling to the floor in exhaustion, curling up in place. His mind raced with emotions he couldn't understand and those he wanted more of; the ones that pushed him to serve Master. For now, they would have to wait. For tomorrow; he would serve, indeed.
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Apr 22, 2013 22:13:09 GMT -5
April 12, 23 CLE
Alexis steps up to the small door of the broom closet, and against all her training, her nose wrinkles at the smell within. Her bony knuckles hesitate before the door, but- she's been given the order, and so she has to carry it out. In her other hand is a note, pre-written to explain her presence:
'Plague Rat, I have been sent by the Grand General to give you ˌ a bath.'
There was a longer space between two of the words, indicating where her hand had paused in the sentence. It was going to be an awkward, smelly task overall, and she was by no means looking forward to it.
With a small, silent sigh, she taps thrice at the door, heralding her presence and requesting entry.
Slowly one of the Plague Rat's ears rose, as if hindered by the dirt and debris surrounding and covering it, the other following suit and pointing straight up. His eyes forced themselves open even slower than his ears rose, the miracle of sleeping on something other than murky, disgusting sewer water having been bestowed upon him for the first time; it was a marvelous feeling! Completely rested and not a hint of the squeaks or squeals of agony coming from nearby rats, trapped within cast away rat-traps, poisoned by the contents of their watery sewer bed that only Twitch could survive, or choking to death on their own feces.
Regardless, this was a time to relish and cherish for an eternity. Since his 'initiation' his mind was silent, the brutal and unbearable torture Twitch was forced to endure had him completely exhausted, not a single thought in his mind. His new "guest" was to change that instantaneously with her apparent tapping. Each one seemed to make his ears straighten out more and more, his eyelids only revealing half of his iris-less eyes; surprisingly, the rat's pupils were at a normal size. Soon enough Twitch's head rose as well, a long yawn coming from within his plague depths, the air released able to make anyone cringe most likely.
He could have scowled, but waking up in such a way was more than enough to put him in at least a slightly better mood. Slowly he rose off of the dusty mat he slept atop, smacking his tongue against the insides of his maw tiredly. He hoped Master would be on the other side of the doors, awaiting his new servant rat's presence to fill his lap with warmth and something to scratch while he thought of battle plans. The door's handle turned, unlocking, creaking as it opened bit by bit; revealing a woman.
A woman. How displeasing.
Twitch's eyes squinted in visual disappointment. The light invading his eyes made it even harder to keep them open.
"What is it?"
His somewhat grumpy tone indicated he was less than pleased that someone would interrupt such a wonderful rest, much less considering it was a FEMALE. Twitch's hate for most females carried over from rodents to humans easily; yet rat females were the "crazy ones".
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Apr 23, 2013 2:59:53 GMT -5
With another voiceless sigh, Alexis holds up the note to him. Her sleeves are rolled back in preparedness for the task, and her dark hair is tied up, out of the way. She wonders at the crestfallen look on his face- he was harder to read than most, being nonhuman.
'Plague Rat, I have been sent by the Grand General to give you ˌ a bath.'
She's just about as pleased as he is because of the situation, though her demeanor is polite and respectful, indicating nothing of her thoughts.
Twitch's eyes weakly followed along the font of the paper, darting from one word to the next, back to previous ones and forward again. His ability to read was quite the spectacle, yet he was still very limited on his knowledge of the English text and language; there was much to learn provided the rat was willing. The last word of her self-written note inscribed "bath". He froze up completely.
The corners of his mind began to bend and stretch themselves in ways that pushed him towards a fit of childish rage and tantrum. Thoughts of the terrors of the modern 'bath' haunted him, making an eye twitch a few times as visions clouded his mind; the soap and the shampoo, eating at his flesh and ripping it apart! The horror.
It made him growl a squealy growl, yet the words flowing from his maw suggested something other than complete anger. Twitch did not want to bathe nor would his mind let him before; now it would be forced to stand down by Swain's will. The rat's head lowered in submission, completely helpless to resist even if he wanted to. He didn't.
"...Y-Yes...Master demands that I bathe...I will do so. Yes."
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Apr 24, 2013 22:36:25 GMT -5
The growl surprises her, and she takes a step back. She could see where the rat had gotten his name, twitching as he was; he looked terrifying. He stood at her height, and his fur was matted with grime and filth- she'd need all the supplies available to her. His words come as a comfort, however, and so she steps forward again, notepad in hand.
'Excellent- thank you. My name is Alexis, and I am mute, so I won't be speaking throughout the process.' There's no question as to whom "Master" must be, so she wastes no further time, passing him the note and beckoning for him to follow.
There were several bathrooms in the Hold, one of which she'd made certain to reserve for the occasion. It had plenty of supplies with which she could wash him; shampoos, soaps, conditioners to smooth the tangles from his fur, and more. Should any of the mats prove impossible, there's also a pair of sharp shears- but she hopes that they'll all come out with the cleaning of the fur.
After his reaction to a simple bath, I don't want to see him on the receiving end of a haircut. Or the giving end, for that matter.
Twitch's tail instantly began to slowly sway back and forth, its zig-zag shaped form hindered by his mutation, only able to move at such a pace. He despised hearing females talk; their chattering was almost as utterly annoying as that of the little ratlings, especially right before they died. Some by his ruthless hands.
"You...CAN'T speak!?" THAT nearly infused him with new-found curiosity and energy. A woman who refused to speak at all, having the ability to or not! What an experience this was! Regardless of his own ignorant desires and wants, he would have to go along with the woman anyway. At least it would be more enjoyable this way.
"Well? What are we waiting for! Master is waiting for me to finish my b-...aaa-...aath-NGH!"
Twitch rapidly twitched and hesitated upon his attempt at even speaking the last word again, trying his hardest to spit it out. Something wanted him to keep it silenced from his mind and his muzzle, the demands of his new Master overriding it completely. The rat eagerly trudged alongside her, shaking his head wildly for a moment.
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Apr 26, 2013 4:20:02 GMT -5
"You won't speak?"
The grey-eyed girl watches his tail twitch, with something that seems to approach excitement, and she hides her curiosity. Does he not enjoy hearing humans speak? Being of another species, it could make sense.
"You...CAN'T speak!?"
At this, she nods, her dark hair brushing along the side of her neck. He definitely sounds enthused, now, and her eyebrow tilts up ever-so-slightly. Why is he so pleased by this?
"Well? What are we waiting for! Master is waiting for me to finish my b-...aaa-...aath-NGH!"
Alexis brings up her hand to beckon him down the hall, when he starts to twitch, the seemingly-dreaded word coming out as a strangled shout. A rat that hates baths- seems unlikely. She has to fight to keep a smile from tugging up the corners of her thin mouth, before the smell hits her anew as Twitch starts to follow.
His head jerks from side to side for a few seconds before he stops, and she steps quickly down the hall, trying to keep a short distance ahead of the miasma that surrounds him. At least it won't take long for us to get there...
The halls of the Hold are long and winding, and she leads the unusually large rodent along with gestures, pointing with her skinny thumb down each hall before turning. Since he seems thrilled with a lack of words, her notepad stays in her apron as they walk.
Among the spasms that occurred with each mention of a "bath" was the burning sensation in his body, feeling something coarse all over him, as if urging him on. Each time his mind merely thought of disobeying a somewhat painful pin pricked multiple parts of him. This was reason enough to move on and stop thinking in such a stupid way. The rodent's body would not allow him to disobey.
Soon enough Twitch realized the woman moved farther ahead of him than before. His knee-less stature disallowed him from walking or running too quickly on two legs, but to be on all fours felt 'unnatural' and primitive, saved only for specific situations. He simply walked at his own slowed pace, wobbling to and fro throughout the long stretched hallway to wherever Alexis was taking him. Surely the bath would take place there, her gesturing at each intersection and turn assuring him that this would be done.
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on Apr 30, 2013 18:56:52 GMT -5
Before long, they'd arrived at the bathroom. Alexis nods to the door that she's about to open, and does so, with little grandeur. The chamber inside is large, with white, green, and gold tiles lining the walls. There's a bath in the center of the room, nearly the size of a queen bed.
All around the room, on shelves of varying heights, are little glass bottles, each with a hand-printed label describing the fluids within: shampoo, detangling oil, lemon parfum, and so on. Alexis' bony frame stretches tall as she stands on her tiptoes to fetch the first two- I'll need these the most out of all of them. Her back is to the rodent, hiding her expression as she rolls her eyes.
Silver knobs line the edges of the bath, each with a carved word above it: hot water, cold water, and five different knobs for scented bubbles to pour into the basin. Alexis starts the hot water with a half-turn of the knob, and cools it with a quarter-turn of the cold.
Her grey eyes question Twitch when she turns to him, beckoning him closer. She indicates her intent by dipping her hand into the water, and motioning that he should do the same. Her other hand gives a thumbs-up, and a thumbs-down, and then she tilts her head, to ask if the temperature is good or not.
Hopefully he won't go into a fit when he touches the water... I don't think I have the strength to restrain him, she muses nervously. Why did the General give this task to me?
Twitch's body had completely frozen in place upon merely smelling such a fresh and clean room, or at least smelling what could have been bathing supplies. One of his eyes twitched rapidly for a moment, then the next, unable to move either of his legs. What the rat now saw were tools of his cleanly destruction; enough to cause him torture and pain of a lifetime. Enough to KILL him. This would be multiple times worse than what Swain had prepared for him initially.
One foot began to move. Twitch's hesitation seemed as if someone else in the area were holding him back, struggling to push that foot forward. Giving a sudden grunt the rat put his own brute force into a kick of sorts, trying to propel his own body ahead; instead, Twitch tripped and fell over, the lower half of himself refusing to let the rat move any farther. This was unacceptable. "Imagine if Master were watching, you fool!" The rat thought, suddenly infuriated by his own behavior.
Growling a squealing growl, Twitch grasped at what he could along the ground and dug himself forward, the talons of his large feet clawing into the ground in an attempt to slow and deter him. Slowly Twitch approached Alexis and the bathtub, looking forward with a face torn by multiple feelings the rat tried to control, both deeply frightened and struck with determination. He breathed in and out with heavy intervals, having strained himself mentally just to overcome such a thing; and yet, he only moved a few feet to enter the bathroom.
Post by Alexis 'Mute' Lindser on May 15, 2013 21:15:21 GMT -5
Alexis' expression shifts, for just a moment, to something resembling fear as the rat crawls toward her. She'd imagined his aversion to bathing was something less- violently immobilizing. The apprehension she'd had when the General gave her this task came back to haunt her now; it was clear that this would be a much more difficult process than she'd imagined. Were I able to talk, perhaps I could coax him. However, it appears he must drag himself, inch by slow inch.
Her hand crosses the page, once, twice; she holds out a note, written in large, clear letters.
'This won't hurt you, I promise. It might even feel nice?'
Hopefully the question mark won't deter him, she berates herself, but doesn't correct it. This is starting to look like a much harder job than I thought...
The insane, fear-stricken rat looked up as best he could; one eye twitching with hesitation, the other beaming with determination and ambition. They dragged themselves along to read the paper quickly, soon scowling in both anger and disappointment. OF COURSE THIS WOMAN WOULD TRY TO TELL HIM IT "MIGHT EVEN FEEL NICE"! That is what they all say each time his own hygiene is brought into a conversation. Twitch growled at her once more; squinting his eyes weakly.
"No, you fool-no it will not. But if this is what Master desires..."
He began picking himself up limb by limb, soon rising to an erect state; though shaking in his stature. This would be over soon enough, he hoped, and yet to him this task would last for days. Twitch simply waited near Alexis, his head focused on the bath laid before him.
The insane, fear-stricken rat looked up as best he could; one eye twitching with hesitation, the other beaming with determination and ambition. They dragged themselves along to read the paper quickly, soon scowling in both anger and disappointment. OF COURSE THIS WOMAN WOULD TRY TO TELL HIM IT "MIGHT EVEN FEEL NICE"! That is what they all say each time his own hygiene is brought into a conversation. Twitch growled at her once more; squinting his eyes weakly.
"No, you fool-no it will not. But if this is what Master desires..."
He began picking himself up limb by limb, soon rising to an erect state; though shaking in his stature. This would be over soon enough, he hoped, and yet to him this task would last for days. Twitch simply waited near Alexis, his head focused on the bath laid before him.
Her eyes a bit wide, she leans back slightly, and lets the taps run warm. Lightly, she squeezes the bottle of conditioner into the water, and beckons the large beast into the tub- her hope is that he'll get in without too much trouble; he seems incredibly recalcitrant.
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