Something New || Ciel

[Elizaveta Héderváry]

INFINITY (n.) the state of being limitless Elizaveta was hardly the most approachable person. She formed good enough relations with the senior guards, the ones she had come in with, that was true. They respected her and they knew her well. The new guards though? Elizaveta barely knew them, barely cared enough to know them. As long as they followed her orders, they were fine. Elizaveta wasn't a sociable person either. At one point in her life, she had been. Certainly, she pretended to be at her mother's parties. But on a normal basis? Elizaveta kept to herself. It was easier that way. Making relationships with people required too much effort. Besides, just about everyone down here feared her or hated her. No point in trying to convince them of anything different. Naturally, Elizaveta was rather annoyed that she had to go and do rounds. Some of the new recruits hadn't worked out and she'd mouthed off before firing them. Now they were short of people. She probably should've considered that, but the new recruits were so goddamn useless. Elizaveta didn't like rounds much more than paperwork, but at least she could get the job done. They'd been shifting the cells around recently, which meant Elizaveta had to re-familiarize herself with the set up. There were a few new mutants to sort out before the next auction, Elizaveta had received the paperwork earlier that day. She groaned inwardly. It was going to be a pain, filling out all of those applications, ensuring that the mutants got to their proper cells at the proper times. She'd send Aleksander to oversee that, no need to go personally. Elizaveta didn't like her job much, if at all. But it was certainly better than staying with her mother or becoming a politician of some sort. That's why she let herself drown in paperwork. Maybe that's even why she'd been fine with letting a few guards go. Elizaveta didn't like the stink of the cells much more than her office, but at least it allowed her to do something. Most of the mutants either ignored her or scowled at her. At first, some of them had tried to hit on her. Elizaveta had set them in their place and they'd stopped, deciding that hating her was much easier. Of course, from time to time there was the odd mutant that was unusually persistent, but those were few and far between. Most of them learned to hate her. Elizaveta didn't exactly like being hated. She didn't think anyone really did. But Elizaveta had discovered that being hated was sometimes easier than being liked. So she dealt with it. It wasn't like she expected any of them to like her in the first place. Suddenly, Elizaveta looked up. She'd forgotten where she was headed. Stupid cell changes. She cursed under her breath. "Where the hell am I now?" she muttered. The mutants here were unfamiliar...must not be the troublemakers then. Those were the only ones that Elizaveta visited frequently. Sighing, she picked up her radio. "Aleksander," she said, "tell me my location." All radios were equipped with GPS trackers, which meant that theoretically, Aleksander would be able to go and check her computer for the locations of all of the guards. Sure, Aleksander would laugh at her for a few days, but she could deal with that. Unfortunately, the man didn't seem to have his radio on him. Or maybe he was off duty. Elizaveta groaned. She didn't want to talk to the other guards. Aleksander was really the only one she even sort of liked down here. She'd just retrace her steps or something. The Underground wasn't endless after all.

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t was another day.

Not in Hell, no; that would honestly be quite an exaggeration. It was plenty comfortable when she wasn't suddenly forced into an arena or scowled down by the pretentious guards -- at least she was fed, she had a place to stay, and she had company. At this point in her life, it seemed like more than enough. Thoughts regarding the past and her family had dully escaped her grasp a long time ago, and Ciel hadn't bothered to even try clinging to them. It was a hopeless time, the past.

The present was where she belonged now, and she was keen on remaining as content as she was. It was decent, having a life style like this, and she didn't mind it. Adaptability had always been a coveted trait by many; thankfully, it was one she had been gifted with since she was a child. It hadn't taken very long to become accustomed to life in a cell, once she had accepted the fact she was a mutant with these so-called powers.

Footsteps approached, echoing on throughout the narrow corridor. It was most likely just another guard doing a typical scheduled round, but it seemed much earlier than usual; she glanced up, curious as to who it was coming this way. The steps paused, coming to a stop and the echo belatedly followed.

"Where the hell am I now?"

Now, this was a surprise. Elizaveta Héderváry herself had come to inspect the stocks, it seemed; not that Miss Héderváry never shirked her work, but Ciel was sure she had more important things to be doing rather than perusing way back here. She had heard how the woman, daughter of the august Governor herself, was strict, pure business, and terrific at her job. Something admirable, truly -- but she was a rare sight through the maze of cells. A treat, indeed.

"Aleksander, tell me my location." The familiar sound of a radio coming to life filled the area, and Ciel observed. Silence followed the question, and it could be concluded that the great Miss Héderváry had gotten herself lost and stranded without any help from her lackeys. It was a golden opportunity; she would be able to offer assistance to the esteemed Head Guard. She could effectively make enemies out of her fellow mutants who viewed the humans with distaste and rebellion as a possible outcome -- and yet, being on the good side of a person in such a high position would be in her best interests. Perhaps she could earn the chance to stretch her legs and exercise herself mentally. It was a bit lacking in activities that she could do to keep her mind fresh in the cell, and just maybe she could prove that she could be useful for other reasons.

"Excuse me," Ciel ventured, careful to sound particularly mild, "you're currently in Block E. This is only two blocks away from the Arena, if you take a right and then a left from here."

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[Elizaveta Héderváry]

INFINITY (n.) the state of being limitless Elizaveta waited with growing frustration, yet there was only static on her radio. She was going to have to reprimand Aleksander for this later, speak to him about proper protocol. Whatever. She could retrace her steps, but she'd been patrolling for a fair amount of time and it'd be a while before she could recognize familiar landmarks. Elizaveta wanted to laugh at herself. She had never gotten lost in the Underground after her first week as a newbie. For the first two or three months, she had had a map imprinted in her mind, the mutant cells memorized. The map of the Underground was still there but with mutants shuffled back and forth frequently, there was nothing for Elizaveta to go off of for her location. She no longer memorized mutant schedules or even knew mutant names. Elizaveta was not a friend of the mutants. She wasn't even a friend of the guards. She demanded respect, not friendship. Friendship made things messy. "Excuse me." The voice was soft, quiet and immediately caught Elizaveta's attention. She tended to deal with the more troublesome mutants more frequently and the guards' rough voices were the only ones she heard on a regular basis. This was a surprise. "You're currently in Block E. This is only two blocks away from the Arena, if you take a right and then a left from here." Kindness. Elizaveta was suspicious of kindness. And she had good reason to be as well. She was Head Guard, and not only that, she was the Governor's daughter. Whether it be mutant or politician, those who could almost certainly would attempt to get on her good side. Kindness, from Elizaveta's perspective, was generally a mask for a different goal in mind. And perhaps she was more suspicious than necessary, but that usually paid off for Elizaveta. Moreover, this was a female mutant. Elizaveta was partial to her gender in more ways than one. They had it tough, especially in the Underground where for one reason or another, male mutants outnumbered female mutants by an astonishing rate. Elizaveta herself had had a difficult time in the Underground, having to impress the other male guards who viewed her as inferior for her gender. It wouldn't have been surprising for Elizaveta to feel empathy for this mutant. However, the last female mutant that Elizaveta had spoken to had attempted to use her to break out. Which was why she cautioned herself now as she spoke. "...Thank you." Elizaveta did not know this mutant's name. She wasn't a troublemaker, from the looks of it (though it was always the quiet ones). She wasn't one of the prized mutants that were shown off in the arena either, or else Elizaveta would have heard of her. Usually Elizaveta paid more attention to female mutants that came through the Underground, but this girl had slipped past her gaze. "I'm sorry, what is your name?" Elizaveta's voice was polite, yet still sounded faintly like a command. It wasn't quite...kind. No, that wasn't the word she would use. Perhaps softer than the tone she used with the male mutants, but not the sort of tone one would use with a friend. Elizaveta looked closely at the mutant in front of her. Long hair, braided loosely with a surprisingly clean ribbon. Not quite blonde, more like the color of dark, rich honey, though perhaps that was the lighting. "When did you get here? I haven't seen you around." There was no need for further questions, but Elizaveta had genuinely not seen this girl before. She looked young. Had Elizaveta simply missed her? Or was she fairly new? Elizaveta did not necessarily care for allies amongst mutants since the more intelligent ones despised her and the more thoroughly brainwashed ones weren't worth the time, but perhaps a new mutant would be able to help Elizaveta in one way or another. Perhaps that was what this girl intended, giving her instructions. Perhaps she was overthinking, but it was better than being a fool. Elizaveta did rather detest playing into anyone's hand.

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iss Héderváry, it seemed, was taking this information with a grain of salt.

Ciel didn't blame her in the least; she would be too, if she was in her position. It wasn't too hard to imagine that many of her fellow mutants would attempt to take advantage of having conversation with the well-known Head Guard herself. She seemed to be a rather hardy woman, however, Ciel observed -- she would think it would be much more difficult to try and accomplish such a feat. It was more than likely that Miss Héderváry was familiar with any suspicious activity and thoroughly trained to have no mercy for Ciel's kind; surely she was Head Guard for a reason.

But Ciel couldn't help but take a moment to admire the other woman. She stood tall and proud, with broad, straight shoulders. This woman was a warrior -- fiercely experienced and never letting her guard down, not even for an instant. It was a quality you just couldn't help but revere, regardless if you disliked the person who possessed it or not.

Miss Héderváry observed her, tentatively. Drinking in every detail of the scenario she was presented with, she was gauging the most ideal way to methodically handle being given information by a mutant and whether or not this meant Ciel wanted something from doing it. Although obviously she could simply walk away and ignore her entirely if she did dare request a favor, the Head Guard actually deemed her worthy of a response.

"...Thank you." Ciel nodded her head, acknowledging the gratitude. She expected Miss Héderváry to spin on her heels and leave right then and there; naturally, she was surprised when the human continued. "I'm sorry, what is your name?"

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

An apology? From someone like Miss Héderváry to someone like Ciel? She had never once been apologized to by a human since she had been inducted into Weeds -- let alone a guard from the Underground. In Ciel's mind, it was unheard of. Her sense of everything she had previously known was now thrown of track at the apparent kindness the Head Guard was showing her. Politeness. When had the last time been since a human had demonstrated that to her? It felt like a privilege -- one that she had honestly done nothing to deserve.

(God, there was something so wrong here.)

She was dumbfounded at this, confused as to what she was supposed to do now, how she was supposed to react. What could she do? Remain as courteous as possible, she would assume. She hadn't ever experienced this before -- it was something new.

"Ciel Blanc," Ciel said, the two syllables short and sweet. There wasn't much else she could say; it was best to answer Miss Héderváry directly without dawdling. Something good could possibly come out of this if she continued as she was.

"When did you get here? I haven't seen you around."

The next question had been slightly unexpected, and she momentarily blanked. The information didn't exactly seem necessary, and there were hoards of her fellow mutants caged in cells identical to hers -- surely the Head Guard didn't expect to be able to recognize them all. But, perhaps, she did have an astounding memory and it was easy for her to memorize information, as it was for Ciel. The possibilities were limitless at this point.

"Approximately a year ago, I would estimate," she answered. It was about the right period of time -- she didn't have an exact date, but she had done her best to keep track of her days since she had been brought to the Underground. "I recently turned nineteen."

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