Hail-o there new meat (Berwald)

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The first month or two after graduation were always entertaining. The guards liked to move the new kids around a bunch to get a good feel on what they were like. There really was no better way to judge a mutie's true nature than to throw them in a bunch of arena fights and keep changing up their cellmates. It was almost like a hazing ritual, one that the seasoned mutants couldn't deny enjoying. Somehow there were still always a handful of kids that graduated from Weeds without an inkling of an idea of what their future entailed. The hard truth was the best way to burst their naive bubble world. It wasn't like he wanted everyone to fear everything about their new life. The only thing mutants had going on down here was the support from each other. Sure, Gilbert had zero patience with broken mutes without the desire to live, but it wasn't like he could do anything for them. Nah, the only way to do any good was to get to the new muties before they completely broke and make sure they accepted reality.

But that kind of approach was only for the stupidly optimistic and still in denial. The realistic kids got a warm welcome from Gilbert, well as warm as a welcome from a guy with ice powers could be, ha. Pretty much everyone new that made their way into his cell got an instant interrogation about his little brother. He lucked out with this new batch and got someone close to Luds from the start. His second new kid was a drag and cried a lot, but hey the kid also enjoyed Gilbert’s ice sculptures so there was hope for him yet. It was his personal belief that if one could still be amazed by pretty ice art, they weren’t completely hopeless.

The guards had just whisked second kid away a half hour ago. They were playing the cell shuffle tango and thankfully Gilbert didn’t have to move this time. It was obnoxious, having to get restrained, then moved, and then unrestrained and then they change their mind and do it all over again. Nah, during hectic hazing month it was best when the cellmates came to him. Not to mention he loved the impression he gave sprawled across his bed like he didn’t have a care in the world. Give the new kid a look down and assert dominance. Although, he was pretty good at making entrances too…

Jangling keys and footsteps finally made their way in his direction. Gilbert grinned and propped his hands behind his head to watch the new arrival. “Aw boys, you shouldn’t have! I love new meat!” He crowed to the guards, who just rolled their eyes. The kid they were escorting was, well, fuck was he ever tall. Was this kid seriously only 18? Goddamn kids were getting bigger every year, seriously. The guards popped the gate open and pushed the giant in, locked the door once more and got his restraints off through the bars. Still comfortable on his cot, Gilbert shot the new kid a cocky grin. “Welcome to my crib. I can’t imagine how massive your shits are considering how big you are. Don’t fuck up our plumbing. So what’s the deets, name, power, prefer not to hear the sob story tragic background.”

Words: 559

Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna

made by MISSO on IOF

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Don't tell me that I'm different; although you can try to show me

This was clearly not what he had been expected after he had been to Weeds. From having a very good time with friends, a lot of freedom, the time to get to know his powers; to this. Some of the cells where in a decent shape, but most of them where something Berwald would never ever be exposed inside, yet he was shoved in roughly, as always, forced to stay there much to his dismay. 
Yet Berwald wouldn't really say that he hated to be inside of there either. It was a lot better than the hospital he had been in before. Sure, the food weren't the most nutritious or tasty, but it was food. Not taken care of the best way either; and yet it was home. He was left alone if he didn't do anything bad, had a room to move around in, wasn't prodded with various sharp things either; Berwald was okay with it.

The only parts he really didn't like was when he was moved around. Berwald was new here, and they all had a pretty good record of him during the past years, which all of the guards had gotten a hold of to read. Most of them where afraid of him, that he could just easily pick them up and crush them; and no taser or beating would make him yield either. 


Cuffed both on wrists and ankles, and a blindfold over his eyes as they steered him around. Take him by surprise in the cell and make sure he didn't resist; which he never did. Why would he put up a fight when he knew that if he did, the outcome would be more than horrible? So it was better to obey, not put up a fight or go crazy when he was suddenly very restrained, and his movements where limited. The first time they had taken away his sight, he had gone mad, and trashed one room so they needed to put him out, and fix the room. After that they made sure to keep him more locked up before trying it again, and now he was too used to it, during such a short time, to really care again, even if it sounded horrible. 

This time it was no different, the pipes from the gun in his back while moving to a new destination, a new cell. Berwald was feeling well-rested this time thou, even if he was slightly annoyed at the way they where being treated as it was right now.

A voice was heard, clear as a day thanks to one of his senses being turned off, the others where more sharp, and the words made him cringe. What kind of mutant was that? He really hoped it wasn't someone that ha some fetish of eating human flesh, or such on their skin or something other weird things like that.. Not being able to think so much more as he was rudely shoved inside, as his restraints and blindfold disappeared at the same time. Blinking a few times to get used to the light that was suddenly provided, he also fixed his glasses that had been sliding down after that rough treatment.

Looking over to the one that had spoken earlier, and was quite shocked by the sight. An albino? That was rare, very rare.  And yet he was arching an eyebrow at his behaviour, quite rude, wasn't he? And he didn't cut him any slack either.. "Berwald, inhuman strength and endurance." He mumbled shortly in his deep voice, a bit hoarse after not being used for quite a while, his last roommate had been running away when he just entered the cell, so much for that.. And this guy, once he saw him properly, he was probably also gonna run away and get scared, not that he minded anymore. "What about yourself, stranger?" Making it short, having a feeling this new kid would just be another face added to his life that had no importance to him. Even if he tried, people either ran away or ignored him, so it would be quite fun to see what this kid would do; or act. Always quite amusing to see the reactions.

Taking one step forward to get more into the cell, and away from the door and the curious glances fromt the guard. Going over to the wall on the opposite side where the albino was currently laying on, keeping his distance in case the other was some crazy person; or if he just was a guy that needed space.

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Ah. Inhuman strength and endurance. That explained the heavy duty restraints the guards had put on this guy for a simple cell change. Gilbert thought it was a little bit of overkill to have cuffs on wrists and ankles, blindfold and guns pointed at him. But it made a whole lot more sense if the guards were literally pissing themselves in terror over his power. Sure, all the crazy things mutants could do was what made humans hate and fear them, but it was easy to disregard someone that could make ice or flames or shadows. There were ways to counter those things. But super strength? That was so ridiculously normal. It was just something human with the levels amped up to max. How was a guard supposed to feel comfortable with something so difficult to control? It was pretty great.

Gilbert grinned and sat up on his cot. He crossed his legs to prop and elbow on his knee and rest his head in his hand. Berwald seemed like the quiet type, but hey, Gilbert wasn't going to hold that against him yet. Quiet people could still be entertaining. "What about yourself, stranger?" And hey, he actually was trying to further the conversation. Things were looking good for Gilbert's entertainment. He watched Berwald cross the room as he spoke. Guy seemed to be keeping his distance. Interesting… "Gilbert, coolest guy you'll meet in this place. Literally and figuratively. Ha."

With a flashy grin and wink, Gilbert jumped off his bed with a twirl. The floor became slick with ice, letting him spin into a dorky pose. The ice on the ground spun up in a small twister. Gilbert sent it around him, then constructed an ice chair. He was most definitely showing off and having a blast with it. Snickering, Gilbert flopped down on his chair. "You have the pleasure of chilling with the resident flurry master. Eey, that was a good one." He snorted as the chair dissolved into flurries that pushed him upright to stand again. Man was he ever a master comedian or what.

He crossed the small cell to stand next to Berwald. Damn was he ever fucking tall. He was definitely taller than Ludwig. Gilbert placed a hand on his head, then the other on Berwald’s. Maybe the same height as Hamish? Even if he was as tall as Hamish, this height was way more impressive considering he wasn’t a walking ginger stick. Nah, this guy still had muscle on him and his squinted scary look was definitely pricklier than Hamish’s. Huh. He backed up a bit to look the kid head to toe. This one was going to be a challenge in the arena. “So how’s the Underground life been treating you so far, new meat? Did you get held back a couple of years at Weeds or something? There is no way you're only 18.”

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Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna

made by MISSO on IOF

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Don't tell me that I'm different; although you can try to show me

Well... This had clearly not what Berwald had imagined when he got there into the underground, to get shoved together with a guy like this.. He didn't even know people like this existed here in the deepest underground parts?  "Gilbert, coolest guy you'll meet in this place. Literally and figuratively. Ha." And Berwald could not help the snort that escaped him at those words, holding back his urge to laugh at that. Really? Did the guy really think so mighty of himself? And.. How could he be so damn carefree around him? Wasn't he scared that Berwald would try to kill him the instant they where alone? That Gilbert was indeed a very strange guy in his opinion..

And Berwald could do nothing else than give the other a raised eyebrow as he was showing off. Not that Berwald minded it, as he could feel the temperature drop a bit when the ice appeared around the other, making him sit on some kind of ice-throne-ish thing.. Wasn't his bum cold now? Or maybe his powers came with some cold-resistance? That would be pretty neat in cells like this.. "Flurry Master?" Deep voice filling in the silence that had been coming in after the other stopped talking, and he couldn't stop a very small chuckle before he bit down on his lower lip. Damn, he wasn't supposed to do stuff like that to anger other mutants, or that would make him an easy prey. The words 'Ice Princess' and 'Snowflake' was on his lips instead of 'Flurry Master', but he really went against to say it, he rather liked his body thawed and not frozen to the ground.

But the ice wasn't needed as he froze when Gilbert came up close to him, feeling how he flinched when the other touched him so freely, and not having a problem with it. And yet his gaze was still stuck on the smaller male, wondering what he would do with his hand on his head. Berwald did not trust himself nor his strength, a valid reason why he did not remove the others hand from him in an instant. He did not want to hurt Gilbert, the other man had done nothing to really harm him in any way, and he could repay it by not hurting him, and.. Try to be as social as his skills would allow him to. He was not a chatterbox, neither was he very good with his words..

"New meat?" Narrowing his eyes a bit at the nickname, not really appreciating it, sounding like he was something to play around with, for the other mutants to put their teeth in.. "I can't really say anything positive, except that I get fed?" This accommodation was not what Berwald was used to, even if it was better than a hospital by miles, it was still not what he really thought he had signed up on. "Is it like this all the time?" At least he could get some information out of Gilbert, as the other seemed pretty used to the life here, maybe he could teach Berwald a thing or two? If he played his cards right.. "No, I'm 18.. I almost had to jump over a year.." He admitted, and that was only because he had a good reading head and could easily memorise things and was very good in school, but he didn't want to stick out even more. And wasn't that a first that people thought that he was older? "How old are you then?"

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Man this kid seriously had a stick up his ass or something. He looked absolutely uncomfortable with Gilbert being in his space, which only made Gilbert want to continue invading his personal bubble. He was an amiable guy like that. Berwald also did not seem too fond with the name new meat, but that was not anything new. Gilbert just liked calling the new kids that to see how they reacted. The ones that were annoyed always tended to be the best company. "I can't really say anything positive, except that I get fed? Is it like this all the time?" Man, poor kid if he had yet to figure out there really was not change ever in the Underground. But hey, a little bit of denial never hurt anyone. "No, I'm 18... I almost had to jump over a year. How old are you then?" Two years than Ludwig and so big. Of course, who knew how big Ludwig had grown since graduation...

"Ohoho, smarty pants we got here?" Gilbert teased as he closed the distance between them once more, this time standing on his tip toes to sling an arm over Berwald's shoulders with a laugh. "Sounds like my lil bro. I bet he could have skipped a year or two in school if he was in a normal school. But yeah, I'm the ever so astounding age of twenty-one. It's been three years in and out of this place, so lemme tell ya it really is like this all the damn time." He was not one good at standing still, no matter how much fun it would be to see how long it would take for Berwald to get uncomfortable enough to move away. Gilbert twirled away from the teen and flopped down on what would be Berwald's bed if they went with the assumption that Gilbert claimed ownership of the bed he head been lying on earlier. He lay on his stomach, feet kicking in the air with his head propped in his hands.

"It's a dreary life of playing the cell block shuffle. You get moved around, like, every week and never get to just chill with your buds for a couple of weeks at a time. The food is shit, but it's less shit if you rock at the arena. You seem like you'll be a fast favorite if you have no problem beating up scared shitless weak mutants. Then you get some better food." He flashed a cocky smile that said he knew this from experience. Gilbert did get the better food and he did fight in the arena, but he did not necessarily beat up the scared shitless bait muties. He made them even more scared and toyed with them, sure, but it would be better that this hulking teenager did not know Gilbert took it easy on the baits until he had a better read on him. It would not do if someone with such a strong power saw him as weak. "Call me you Underground Guru, I'll answer any questions you have and gladly crush any silly optimisms you might still have about life down here!"

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Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna

made by MISSO on IOF

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

Don't tell me that I'm different; although you can try to show me

The other guy was.. Berwald wanted to say weird, but at the same time, Gilbert didn't strike him as weird either. Neither was he different, he was just someone that still had a positive attitude despite being in here for three years?! He was probably stronger than he gave out to be, and Berwald had a feeling he had to be cautious around him as well, especially since his powers weren't exactly in his favour, even if he was used to the cold weather back home in Sweden, he did not want to be frozen on the spot in a giant ice block. At least he was satisfied when Gilbert went away from him to lay down on the bed instead, good, he wasn't too found of close-distance with people he had just met, still not completely trusting his own powers like that. And he didn't trust other people either; something one had to learn quickly, especially if you looked like Berwald, with his height, intimidating features and powers.

"Isn't there any way, except for being bought, to get out of here? Or at least get to live in somewhat better conditions without having to beat anyone?" His heavy accent still there as he spoke his English. It wasn't like his English was bad, he was just sometimes too shy to speak it properly, in case he pronounced something wrong, said something inappropriate, as it was not his first language, but second. And Berwald was still against this 'beat this person and get good food, believe us!' Berwald hated to fight, unless it was really necessary, otherwise he tried to keep calm. Mostly because if he did get one solid hit on someone, he broke more than a bone most of the times. Heck, he had even made sure one got into coma and had several bones broken, but that bastard had deserve it anyway. 

"I don't wanna 'beat' people, or mutants up, it's just ridiculous to get better living conditions if you make sure that someone is going to be in pain just to entertain humans. Strong or not, I still don't want to cause any harm. I didn't ask to be born with powers, nor be sent here. I'd rather be strong and live a peaceful life alone in a cottage where no one else is if it bothers the society that much."

He missed his parents, whom he hadn't seen since he got accepted into Weeds. Didn't they care? Didn't they even try to contact or see him? Or did the people here fed them some horrible lies that would make Berwald see red, and actually consider beating the living shit out of them, which he already was on the edge of doing? "For being pretty pessimistic, you are quite optimistic." He pointed out at his last statement, he was so cheerful, yet he was.. So positive about all the negativeness, it confused Berwald how one could still be so, maybe false? Happy, despite all the years down here in hell. "Don't think I have any positive feelings left for this place, except that some people might be pretty alright. Gonna crush that as well?"