The Boar and Lion of the North (Berwald)

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Tags: Berwald

Notes: don't ask about the title

Cleaning day, or at least cleaning hours. Not for the mutants but the cells, the ones that didn’t empty from the last auction at least. The up coming festival meant that crowds would be visiting quite soon and thus a nicer faced had to be thrown up around here. Disguising just how much like animals they were treated. With the kennel cough (a flu spreading like mad amongst the cells) and others receiving from fights still weeding about the fights were still doubled or tripled to keep the crowds coming. These days it was more recovery than a flu and the underground knew that the real fights would slow down. To fatten up the mutants once again for the festival, make a real hearty show.
Today his cell was chosen, his red headed roommate borrowed for the pit for a couple hours making it easier to move the Dane and keep it empty while they scrubbed it down to uncover the concrete.

Cuffed and pretty much pushed along by the guard assigned to the transfer the Dane couldn’t help but tease them, the bastard acting rather eager for this job. “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked” The sneer n his voice promptly earning him a hard thump on his back. So they weren’t as eager for his games as he expected. Of course it was rather obvious from his records that he loathed the uniform to no end and the people wearing it, making it even more obvious that the words were just that, ways to make their lives even more tedious, to show them up and take them down a few notches.

Eventually the traveling stopped, a new cell probably temporary. Time was racing forward as the guard was fishing for the keys to get the door open and the cuffs off. A rush to kick the Dane inside and lock the doors, to rid of him for a couple hours and to take their break or what ever this one did when not being an egotistical dick.

The Dane huffed, glancing around for a moment and b-lining for one of the empty beds. Quickly making a mess of the sheets, to claim it his own before anything else even occurred to him, like he wasn’t staying in this cell forever. The guards never kept him in a new cell for very long, the higher ups noticing he got along with their worst behaved hoped his presence would shape them up. Basically they figured it was for the better to keep him with friends, or at least acquaintances that decided to to attack everyone in sight was a good thing. Eventually though he noticed he definitely wasn’t alone and peered over at his new cellmate. “You look like you could use some fun huh?”

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

And death's pale flag has yet to advance.                                                   

Berwald had not been too happy about the current situation. It wasn't common that Berwald caused a commotion or gave someone a reason to really punish him, at least not too severe. Listening, obeying, being basically like a guard dog instead inside these bars if anything. He made sure the rowdy and wild mutants where kept in a corner, thanks to his intensive stare and height, together with his strength, and yet he had never hurt anyone since he got there, yet.

Moving cells quite often now and then,not liking it too much and yet he was satisfied as long he got his food and a bed. Usually he got even more satisfied if one of the guards was kind, a word he rarely used down here, to give him something to do during the nights instead of just sitting in a corner doing nothing when he was unable to sleep.

Guards always taking him by surprise when they needed to move him, he could sense their fear as they moved inside to bind him tightly enough to not let him escape. Berwald always snorted inside at their vain attempts to tie him up. Berwald had yet to show just how far his strength could go ever since he got here to the underground, and he had yet to want showing that off as well; better off with the people not knowing about it so he had some kind of freedom, or if he ever felt like causing a rebellion, he would have an easy time doing so. And yet he was obedient, letting them tie his wrist and ankles up so he could move enough to walk, poking him with their guns to make him move while the others took the other mutant, making sure to tie him up properly, depending on what kind of powers he might have.

Pushed inside in a violent matter as the same time his cuffing where taken off, stumbling inside and catching himself in the last moment before massaging his wrist. They had to stop doing that, Berwald was not gonna attack them, unless they gave him a reason, which they surely was doing every now and then by treating him like a rag doll.

Looking around, the cell looked exactly like every other cell he had been to. At least this one did they have time, or maybe actually bothered to clean up for a nice change. Just shrugging his shoulders as he went to a corner to stand there in the darkness. Not liking to be the center of attention when his new cell mate was to be displayed in front of him, he'd rather stay in the corner and hopefully they would leave him alone, if he was lucky, which was a 50/50 chance.

Head lifting as he heard some noises outside his cell, and eyes following the mutant that came inside the cell with no interest in his eyes. Yet a eyebrow was raised when said mutant was throwing itself at one of the beds the first thing he did.. Strange, he wasn't really afraid that someone dangerous might be in the cell? Someone that might want to rip someone else's head off, as soon the opportunity was given? 'Naïve' the thought for himself.
 
"You look like you could use some fun huh?”
 
Eyes narrowing at those words, what kind of mutant had he run into, really? His attitude screamed 'I'm a cocky bastard who's high above everyone else.' Well, Berwald could let him think that, as long he didn't do anything stupid that would get Berwald in trouble.

"Having the time of my life already" He replied in his deep voice, it was unusual for him to be sarcastic like this, but it was hard to keep his words under control around the other. It was something inside of him that was triggered off by the others attitude, or presence overall, one that Berwald couldn't quite put his finger on. "Comfortable?" He asked, still a bit suspicious of the other, not quite sure where to put him yet.

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Tags: Sve

Notes: He decided to take things, very not seriously

Glancing over more carefully now, the Dane noticing just how silent it was after his greeting. Obviously this meant they weren’t the chatty type or at least not initially which to the Dane meant they were both lame and needed some coaxing. In the current lighting in the cell, the gloomy half on typical way the lights were, something he wasn’t quite used to having to room with the guy that the Underground flooded with lights constantly. He noticed the rather bulky blond sitting there that seemed to have taken a minimal interest in, well himself. What ever that minimal interest was about it was currently still a mystery to the Dane that was shifting to well, both get more comfortable and to see them better.

Mathias gave them a rather silly grin, a rather cheeky sign to how relaxed he was in the cell regardless of what the other was capable of. Half of being so calm in this situation came from well, simply being quite stubborn about these things. The Dane had always been stubborn when it came to approaching people, 90% of the time simply ignoring queues that most would use as signs to stay away. The perseverance of sorts was how he got his usual cellmate in the first place and his other closer friend to even talk.

His usual jolly attitude strong was kept like that even when his grin turned into a teasing pout. “Awe, what is it, cat got your tongue?” Obviously he was just trying to get his temporary cellmate to say something to make the how ever many hours he would be here not completely sanity draining boring. “Come on now, I don’t bite… hard,” The Dane continued his pout turning into a smirk as he crawled over to their bed to sit closer. “Unless of course you’re into that sort of thing which for that I say, tell me when” Maybe with that last part he was teasing in a way a little too much and leaning his face in a little too close but the Dane wasn’t looking to score in the usual sense, just teasing for a reaction hopefully an amusing one even if it was a punch to the face.

As if to solidify just how serious he was in the situation he paused, staying silent for long enough to make it awkward yet not long enough for it to be awkward raising his brows in a rather cheeky way. With that he flopped back, onto his back into the bed the other sat on claiming half of it. He glanced up at them again, relaxed and arms behind his head sprawled out as much as possible in the rather short space, just waiting for an answer.

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

And death's pale flag has yet to advance.                                                   

What was up with this place and the crazy people that lived here? Was it a secret rule in the 'mutant handbook' that Berwald had missed? The 'be as fucking annoying and loud as you can to drive everyone up against a wall, then you have succeeded in becoming a true mutant' or something like that? Shaking his head for himself, or the people running this place knew what Berwald had a problem with thanks to his shy and quiet nature and wanted to mess with him as much as possible.. Well, the latter sounded more like a reasonable conclusion than the first one, as there was no rules for mutants, except 'survive' and 'humans are more superior in the way of owning the world and you,' Which was quite sad.

Eyes wide as the other was suddenly next to him, and so close.. Was there no personal space in this place? Even if they shared a cell, that didn't quite exactly meant that they had to share a bed as well.. Unless that was what the stranger was aiming for.. Fucking hell, he didn't even know the others name, he was just a really strange stranger that apparently liked to be a bit too close to others for Berwalds own liking. And he almost choked on his own spit at the last sentence, really!? He was kinda cheeky, wasn't he? Or bratty, Berwald couldn't really decide what he was that quickly, at least he was a bit too full of himself..

Hand snapping out to grab the others chin, maybe a bit stronger than he intended to, not enough to hurt him, but enough for the other to feel it and not get away from it. "Don't say things like that unless you mean it, people might take it the wrong way, you know?" Turquoise eyes meeting deep blue as he stared hard at him for a moment before he let go of the chin, letting the other fall back into the bed as he pleased, still not too comfortable with having him up so close on the bed, and so carefree, and offer it up like that. Berwald wouldn't exactly say no if he was serious, and yet fooling around in a setting like this? That was not exactly the best turn-on, and he'd rather not want to hurt anyone he had just met just like that. Still a bit unsure of his own strength against others, what could seem like a small pinch for him could be bonecracking for a normal human or mutant.

"What's your name?" As it was still nagging his mind that he had yet to know what this stranger was going by. It was weird, to have gotten a teasing wink and yet he had no clue what his name was.. If they where going to share a cell, Berwald wanted to know whom he might want to bash the skull in by the end of the day.. And hopefully he could restrain himself from doing so. "And your powers?" That was a bit curiosity for himself as well, to know if he had to be cautious or if he could play it pretty fair, if his movements could have consequences or not. And yet he made no sign of moving, eyes and head just following the other to see what he was up to, be prepared in case he went nuts or did something Berwald had not been prepared for.

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Tags: found Berwaldo

Notes:he's kind of a diva

Cheeky was probably the best way to describe him right now. The Dane was bored and he had a new cellmate to test the waters with in every way he deemed possible. Sure he didn't have to do this but he simply wanted too. In all honesty just the fact that this cell had empty beds was the only reason behind the choice they made to push him in. How the stranger was reacting now though was just priceless. Amusing and priceless how in a matter of minutes with out even knowing their name Mathias had worked himself into their seems like sand in unwanted places and was beginning to rub them, make them itch and squirm. It was funny how easy it was with everyone how one action made them growl and another moan. He liked how he could control with very little effort and very little time with what to use.

With his chin caught he was rather surprised. Did this stranger really want to stay that close? a quick attempt to lean back away and he found out the hard way that there was no making distance. Knowing this he smirked listening to the other's remark. "Take it the wrong way?" He pretended to not know what was being talked about making himself very comfortable on the bed eyes watching the other blonde be very annoyed and confused. "If I really wanted you I'd be in your lap not in your face, even I have a little bit of class you know" There was a chuckle after that. He sat up again to think a little bit more about his wishes here.

Ok he was simply teasing but the idea to crawl in his lap and have a little late night fun wasn't totally unwanted at least not by the Dane. Now he was practically posing showing off a bit knowing exactly what he was trying to do. Knowing he was being watched, possibly studied his wide grin showing no faltering in his decisions, not any of them.

His eyes widened a little as if it was a shock to be asked his name. Even though that was usually the first thing to happen when first talking to a stranger it was simply because barely anything introductory wise was used that he wasn't really expecting it. Until now Mathias expected to have been tossed back to to his corner and ignored, having to survive utter silence besides what he'd been doing now. "The name's Mathias of course" He eventually replied before smirking and answering the second question the best way he knew how. Sitting up completely he had thick boney spines coming out of each shoulder, just to add a bit of an extra into it he'd also had smaller ones thin but long out of his spine, at least the first 4 or 5 links along his back. "something a long the lines of this of course... now your turn" He quickly retracted them rubbing at the areas as they healed into sore red welts where the spines had stuck out in a matter or minuted "now your turn, name? what can you do? The whole shebang"

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

And death's pale flag has yet to advance.                                                   

Not too impressed by the others choice of words, of course, he had class he said? Why did Berwald doubt that? How could anyone really have a class in a place like this? Wasn't it rather getting the best you can get, or anything you could get your hands on and do whatever the hell you wanted to? Yet, he was still cautious around the blonde, he didn't seem trustworthy, not enough in Berwalds book at least. Annoying, cheeky and very much self-centric, some traits in a person Berwald wasn't too impressed with, especially not if they tried to woo him. "One might never know with people that had been locked up in a cell for too long, I doubt that 'class' is something that's left here after a while when you're desperate or lonely enough." Maybe a bit harsh, but some people needed a short leash upon them to be able to behave properly.

An eye over at the other and rolled his eyes, why was it so sure that his name was Mathias? Maybe it was dipshit for all Berwald cared, he had never met the man before.. But damn was he cheeky as hell, maybe he needed a lesson or two in how to behave around people, especially those who had been raised in a proper family and had manners, despite being locked away from much social contact with humans, and not being taught proper manner, rather slave manners, yet he still held pride deep inside.
Yet he still observed Mathias as he displayed his powers, face still emotionless and stern, yet he was quite impressed on the inside. So he could manipulate and control his bones? That was pretty impressive, even if it looked like it hurt a bit to take them in and out, as he had to pierce his skin to make it happen. Good to know in case he would have to fight him in the future, even if he knew that fighting someone with that kind of powers would hurt.

"Name's Berwald." He began, not being as much of a show-off as Mathias was, yet he still wanted, in some way, get the other to understand that he wasn't really a joke either. "I can probably choke you with the cell door or use it to tie you up with if I get fed-up with you, and I have extra endurance as well, rarely feel pain and can live a few days without food and sleep." Staring at him while he said it, slightly threatening him to do anything stupid against him, hoping he understood the first reference, meaning that he was strong enough to bend that thick metal he had been put behind. He was usually put behind a special cell for him that was a solid door instead of bars. But he had behaved quite nicely lately, or well, he did that most of the time, so he could be put in a normal cell now without having the guards worrying too much that he might escape and kill them all in an instant. Leaning against the wall as he observed Mathias, arms crossed over his chest, he didn't look too appealed, even if a small glint of amusement could be seen behind the glasses if you looked carefully.

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Tags:Ber Ber

Notes: idek

He gave his temporary roommate a rather odd glare, still snarky but not as joking as earlier." You saying I'm desperate? Sheesh you really don't know me like at all" The Dane sat up continuing to keep an eye on the other as if trying to read them. "I might be locked up in here the same as you but unlike with you, my urges are satisfied so if anything you're just in denial about what you want out of this" He teased as if the other was the one trying hard to resist temptations

The other was hard to read, most of the time it was a stern glare a slight shift of the eyes or a teeny smirk to show something was in fact affecting him. Somehow though he could tell the other was both amused and annoyed but in a way of looking down at himself. Mathias wasn't going to have any of that. He had enough of that attitude from the guards like hell was he going to get that from another mutant. He quit rubbing the sore spots from where his bones poked out and gave the other his own stern look. As if to silently say that they were equals here, in this mess of a place. If the other couldn't respect that then Mathias would simply show him why that was a dumb move.

He listened in on the other's name and what they could do. His own expression shifted to curiosity more than anything. So they were extremely strong interesting. Some cogs in the back of his mind clicked together and he smirked. Now they would be a fun match if he ever had to face them. A real challenge, that strength would be enough in the arena alone to get himself fired up like nothing else but the mention of the endurance. Prolonged wasn't his thing so he knew the challenge would be knocking them down a few pegs as fast as possible with out breaking anything on himself. "I see, still doesn't change a thing in here though" He gestured to the cell they were currently. "well it does actually, I quite like feisty.. and strength” His smirk rather sultry, but it was hard to figure out if he meant in the sack or in the sands.

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

And death's pale flag has yet to advance.                                                   

Berwald didn't know if he wanted to choke, drown or throw the idiot out of the cell or not, or if he would just simply would let him live because of his bleeding heart for everyone alive, which was a pity sometimes, even if Berwald didn't think so. He grunted, not agreeing at all as the other was now obviously teasing him instead, as he just sighed and rolled his eyes at his childish behaviour. "Yes, of course." He just agreed instead of going against him, knowing this game too well from back int he days he had still been among humans, just tag along and bore them out, that usually worked like a charm most of the times.

Berwald simply rose a eyebrow when the other began to glare back at him, now changing his view either, because he had a feeling the other had misunderstood him as well, like they all did, why would this one ever be an exception? And the Swede decided to simply ignore his threatening gaze, because he didn't feel threatened, nor did he feel like it was necessary to explain himself either that he was born with a face like this.

Pushing his glasses up a bit more on his nose as they had begun to slide down when the other had been moving around on him. He hated his glasses as well, they where in the way, but they also where very important to him, he was almost blind without them.

"Hm." The Swede just mumbled, not caring whatever might matter inside of here or not, he had an easy time coming around with his powers, and had been deemed too dangerous to share a cell with anyone from the beginning as his powers where hard to control, so that he had been able to share a cell now was a big plus for him.

Giving him a slight bored, yet also curious, if you looked closely, gaze when the other began to talk about what he liked. Not too sure if he meant it inside of here, or somewhere else, but he decided to just shrug his shoulders, as if it didn't matter to him or not. "Of course you do." Dragging out on the words, as he let his tongue lick his own upper-lip as he continued to study the man. "But I doubt you'll like where I come from"

Just a taste and he would not like it.

"Speaking of that, I recognise your accent, where might you be from?" It sounded like he was from the place where he was himself, Scandinavia or something along those lines, a tiny bit of excitement twinkled now in his eyes.