Gol and Seem are played by TruthxLiesxMagic. Jak, Darke (Dark Jak) and Li'ght (Light Jak) are played by Tiger. This Chapter edited by Tiger.
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Seem tapped her fingers impatiently on the table she was sat at. Razer, her - she shuddered at the word - fiancee, should have been here by now. She wanted him to arrive as soon as possible, so she could tell him that she wouldn't marry him for all the money and Eco in the world. Honestly, for a start it was plain as day that the Northern prince did not have any interests in the female sex, and Seem enjoyed her... freedom far too much for it to be compromised by something as ridiculous as marriage.
Good. So now she just needed Lord Gefahr to get himself in here so she could tell him all that. Right.
Seem buried her face in her hands with a groan. Why did she always have to deal with these things herself? She was a Precurors-damned Empress, shouldn't she have people to do these things for her?
At least, Seem mused, she had that new slave to play with tonight.
Jak was nervous.
Very, very nervous.
The lady Seem had, er, 'seemed' kind enough when she had bought him from the slavers. The rumors the other servants had told him about his new position however, were not as lovely. So here he was, standing outside of his new room (his own room! Though he was aware that he'd have to share) staring at the door like it was going to bite him. He raised a hand and rapped quietly on the door.
Gol was bored. Very bored, in fact. The Empress was going to be busy today with her fiancee, which she hoped would be the last time she saw him, so he wouldn't be getting any amusement that way today. Although, Gol privately hoped that the Northern prince would find time to... drop by, as it were. Precursors knew the man had certain impulses he himself could relate to, and the man obviously had a body gifted to him by the gods, if the tight clothing - as tight as furs could be, anyway - were anything to go by.
So the blonde looked up in both surprise and anticipation as he heard a tentative knock on the door. He set his book on Eco Theory to one side, a smirk slowly spreading over his features.
"It's open." He drawled. "As always..."
Perhaps the day was looking up.
Jak pushed the door open and peeked into the room. A moment of hesitation passed upon seeing the blonde man lounging on one of the large, plush chairs.
Gol's eyes flashed as he took in the boy who had fidgeted into the room. This one was young, very young, and much closer to the Empress's age than any of the others - except perhaps that redhead - but he was so obviously naive that Gol had to fight back a laugh. No use in scaring the new one off just yet...
" Er, I'm Jak." He stepped nervously into the room " I uh...work here now?" The statement came out more as a question, Jak still eying the other man warily.
"Hello, Jak." Gol replied smoothly. "You must be the new one Seem was talking about." He stood and walked over to the boy, then around him, his arms folded, and his finger tapping his chin thoughtfully. Without warning, he smiled widely. "I suppose this makes us roommates. How delightful."
Gol paused, and then shook his head.
"But what am I thinking?" He held out his hand, accompanied by a smirk, his expression suddenly slightly disturbing. "I am Gol Acheron."
Warning lights flashed in Jak's head, bright blue and urgent. Until dark violet curled around them and urged Jak to take the man's hand with a giddy feeling. Listening to the Dark violet always meant trouble, so Jak hesitated.
Gol raised an eyebrow at Jak's hesitation. True, the new ones were usually nervous, but there was something-
The blonde took a half-step backwards in face of the unexpected wave of Dark Eco. By the Precursors, where had that come from? Surely not from the boy, he was far too much of an innocent to have enough Dark Eco in him to cause that.
Yet it had to be. The only other person in the room was Gol himself, and he had enough self-control to prevent such an occurence.
This one needed watching...
Trying to act as if nothing had happened, Gol fixed his smirk back in place, and held out his hand once again.
"I don't bite, you know."
The dark was pushing hard against Jak's control, it sensed something in the other man and by the precursors it wanted out. Fighting a panic Jak pushed back...until the man's sexy voice broke his concentration. Darkness overwhelmed both him and the Brightness and surged to the surface.
"You don't bite?" The Dark being now wearing Jak's features grinned, showing off pointed teeth.
"Oh, but I do!" was the velvety purr as the beast pounced.
Gol wasn't expecting the transformation, or the pounce, but he recovered extremely quickly, pushing the boy back just enough to roll out from under him. He'd done his share of fighting in his life, and he knew how to get the upper hand. The fact that Jak was a Dark saturate just made it all much easier.
With hardly a thought, he manipulated the Eco in Jak's body, bending it to his will, and suspending the boy a couple of feet off the floor. Let him thrash about all he wanted. At least up there the only damage he'd do would be to himself.
"Really." He commented dryly, half to Jak and half to himself. "I was only trying to be polite."
It only took moments for Darke to realize physical thrashing wasn't going to get him anywhere. Huffing, he glared down at Gol with an annoyed look. Jak and the so-bright-it-burns squashed his fun all the time, he didn't need it from his toys too.
Darke reached out mentally to the invisible flows of Dark eco holding them up with a predatory tendril of his own. Following the lines back to the other Channeler, Darke wrapped the eco around him and squeezed. Not enough to kill the other of course (then he couldn't play with him) but enough to fight for dominance.
He paced around the boy, looking up speculatively and muttering to himself.
"Hm... you really are interesting. A Dark saturate, yet with no signs of degradation, no control it would seem... probably no teacher... yet unguided saturation shouldn't be survivable..."
Gol smirked, showing his own set of pointed teeth.
"You and I are going to get along very well."
Gol, having assumed that Jak was untrained, had rather foolishly dropped his guard once he had him caught.
Thus, when Dark Eco wrapped around him in a hold not quite strong enough to kill, he cursed inwardly. Experimentally, he tried to loosen the grip, but to no avail. The brute strength was outdoing his control.
Jak and Shiny-cold-bright-light tried to rise up again as Darke battled with Gol. Protesting, fearing what would happen to them if they were found out again. He of course argued he could simply kill the other channeler when he was done.
Dead men don't talk very well after all.
Pushing them down again Dark also pointed out that the other man was obviously a Dark channeler, and why would he turn in one of his own when they could do the same to him? The notion seemed to quell the other two for the moment, but in the split moment it took to convince them dark had been distracted.
A bead of sweat trailed down Gol's face as he expertly parried each mental strike the boy sent at him and knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer. Even so, Gol did not give up, and merely bided his time, waiting for a moment when the grip would loosen sufficiently. He knew from experience that a move such as this required intense concentration to keep up. Once slip, one distraction, and...
Aha!
Something - Gol had no idea what - had distracted Jak. Acting quickly, he dispelled the grip, strengthened his own bonds around his opponent, and brought him to the floor roughly, but not enough so to injure him. Not permanently, anyway.
Amazingly, he was still smirking.
"Someone needs to learn their place around here." He murmured, and then raised his voice as he began to pace. "I suppose you think you have the upper hand. After al, we are both Dark channellers, why would I turn in one of my own kind, or vice-versa."
Abruptly, Gol stopped, and turned back to Jak.
"You are quite mistaken if you do think that, though I commend your logic. Lady Seem knows what I am - it is one of the reasons I'm here - so telling tales will you precisely nowhere." He chuckled. "Just let me know when you're ready to be civil, and I'll be happy to let you up. Don't bother trying to fight the bonds, I have a lot more control and experience than you do."
Darke huffed and glared up at the man from his new position on the floor in annoyance.
"I was being civil. You're the one who attacked me, I wouldn't break a toy before I got to play with it." Darke turned his head away from the man, feigning disinterest. There would be other times he could catch the man off guard.
"Though if that's the way you feel I'll just leave." and with that Darke sunk back into the depths of Jak's mind, forcing one of the others to take his place. The Cold-Bright-light scolded him as it pushed Jak forwards. The sudden withdrawal of darkeco caused Jak to fall slightly. The eco wasn't gone, just repressed after all.
"Of course," Gol muttered dryly. "Please, don't feel the need to return any time soon." As he fought the urge to roll his eyes heavenward for patience, Gol noticed a change in the younger blond's eyes. He also noticed that a large portion of Jak's Dark eco seemed to dissapeer. Gol studied the other channeler for a moment before taking note that the eco was only repressed. Eyes widening slightly Gol pondered the possibility of the boy having Multiple Personality Disorder.
"Um, I'm sorry?" Jak awkwardly looked up at his new roommate, silently cursing Darke for his mood swings.
So on top of being untrained and cocky, the boy's alter ego was also apparently suffering from selective amnesia.
Wonderful.
Seeing as this personality seemed uninterested in doing him harm, and was considerably more polite, Gol checked Jak's Eco levels before releasing the bonds and offering him a hand up. How strange. Gol had studied Dark Eco for many, many years and yet he had never before come across a case where a saturate suffered from sharing his mind and body with an alter ego. Perhaps it was a mental illness he had always had, that had merely been enhanced by the Eco? It was a possibility, but it didn't seem quite right. He would have to conduct further research.
"You might have warned me, you know." Gol commented cheerfully. His indignation at the brief fight was outweighed by the amazing potential for expanding his studies that the boy represented. "I don't know about you, but I'm rather averse to being attacked by someone I'm simply trying to be civil to."
Jak stared at the floor in embarrassment while answering.
"We...I try not to advertise that I've got Dark eco running through my veins." Jak, regaining a bit of his confidence, looked the other man in the eye. " I really am sorry about that, the eco just got...excited when it felt you." His gaze turned inquisitive then.
"I've never met another Dark channeler."
"Yes, it would seem that we are a rapidly declining sect of channelers." It was true; even Gol, who had travelled widely, the number of Dark channelers he had met could be counted on one hand, and that included his sister. Ah, Maia...
But back to the present. Gol was tempted to make a joke at the boy's expense - several lines immediately sprung to mind - but he refrained for the present, opting instead for honesty. Mostly, anyway.
"That's probably because you're untrained," the elder elf mused. "Really, have you ever even attempted to control that... thing? No, don't answer, I'm not sure I want to know the answer." Gol sighed, wondering why the Precursors had decided that the most attractive boy to catch Seem's eye of late also had to be the most troublesome. "Precursors on high, this is going to be a lot of work."
It would be worse than starting from scratch with a fresh-faced apprentice, because at least then he knew that he would be the one properly introducing them to channeling the eco. With Jak, Precursors alone knew what he'd gotten up to alone, or even how long he'd been a saturate, with no idea what he was doing.
Jak tilted his head like a confused Croca-puppy at Gol.
"What's going to be a lot of work?" Jak, bless his heart, was not the brightest fish in the barrel right after an episode as Dark Jak.