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" I've been waiting for this day for so long, it has been 2 years and a half since I had a thaumaturge companion for the last time, loneliness was killing me! no one in this miserable place wants to have a conversation with me, not the officers nor the low tier grunts, they only speak the very basic with you, its rare to hear anything that is beyond yes and nos, all of the mundanes here hate us, this is why when the delivery airship arrived I could barelly contain my emotion, after the new bloods disembarked I finnaly met my companion, a young magician fresh from the Royal College of Thaumaturges, she is a quite elegant and curvalicious young lady named Danadriel, her dossier said she is a boy but I rather trust the opinion of her mommy milkers! She was quite terrified as is expected, to be taken from the confort of the college and to be thrown in this shithole is very traumatic, I was no different in my first day, so I tried to cheer her up a bit, she was quite receptive towards me, I think she too was happy to see one of her kin, I gave her a brief overview of the directions and took her to our dorm.While she organized her stuff I read more of her dossier, she had amazing scores in the matters of destruction, strong affinity when controlling electricity, and acceptable melee skills...but the document also had alot of warnings about her, she tried multiple times to escape the college, assaulted other students,performed illegal acts of body modification, attempted to mentally control teachers and communed with forbiden deities...she surely was a spicy new friend!
Our dorm is a very simple place, it's concrete room with four bunk beds, a tiny bathroom, a locker and a table with a single broken chair, not much different from a prison cell to be honest, Danadriel was not impressed by the conditions, in fact she was disgusted, she got even worse when I explained the rules, I told her we can only leave our bedroom during especific times of the day or in case of an attack or when ordered to, we cannot stay or circulate in the commom areas for the base for any reason unless we are ordered to, we cannot have pyshical contact with anyone unless ordered to, and so on.While I explained everything she stared at me like I was mocking her, she was incredulous, she just realized she was put in a prison without bars, a prison almost impossible to escape since we are in the midst of a infected section of the ringed city, its hundreds of kilometers of wasteland filled with millions of necromutants to all directions, you can only leave trough the cargo airship that arrives once a month,before I could explain why of such harsh rules she became enraged and began a fiery speech about why we should receive a better treatment, in the first part she was not wrong, we are way more valuable and more destructive than 100 commom soldiers, not even tanks,mechs and other machinery can do what we do, and if we were allowed to congregate I larger numbers we surely could annihlate the undead of this world...but then she began the witch supremacy part, it was abit sad to see she is friendly to those ideas, yes I think the mundanes should treat us like equals and stuff, but I dont think we should rule all over the world with an iron fist, no one needs to be the supreme caste, we all can play nice and cooexist, I tried to interrupt her frantic speech since its dangerous to say those things out loud, but she was way too agitated to hear me, and sadly for her the worst person possible heard her words.
Danadriel's fiery words were swiftly interrupted by a cocking pistol behind her head, holding the gun was field commander Brunhilda Stoneheart...the supreme leader of this fortress and passioante hater of thaumaturges, this woman is the reason I was the only magician in this place for a long time, she abhors our existence and execute us for even small slights, I'm only alive for so long because I'm very obedient and good at my job, so after 7 years she tolerates my presence...to be honest I dont blame her entirely for her bigotry, she lost her kids because of rogue thaumaturges, and by it I mean they literally burned her small children alive in front of her eyes during the so called "Witch Uprising" like 30 years ago.This failed rebellion only furthered hate against us and motivated the monarchy to put even more regulations in to our existence, now we cant even fuck without the proper forms and permissions! I dont empathize with the rebels but I sincerly think they should have tried to attack more estrategic targets instead of barbecue children for fun, perhaps we could have more rights and less people like Brunhilda!...but I avoid this kind of conversation with other magicians, they just call me a boot licker anyway.
When you stop to think, Danadriel and Brunhilda are two faces of the same coin, two hate filled hearts, they both just want to be the boot over someones neck...but in this situation Danadriel was surely in disadvantage.Brunhilda was pissed, she was demanding Danadriel to keep talking, but Danadriel just stood frozen in fear for several minutes, I was sure my happines was over, the commander would just smoke my new friend, and I would be forced to clean the mess after, but against all ods the commander just demanded an apology, Danadriel had to look her in the eyes and beg for mercy, that surely hurt her pride immensely, once the commander deemed the apology enough she slaped Danadriel in the face so hard she fell to the floor, before Danadriel could regain her footing Brunhhilda kicked her ribs with her massive steel tiped boots so hard I could hear her bones almost cracking,Danadriel could not even stay up after that kick once the commander left the room she crawled to a ball in the floor and cried profusely, I tried to help her to get in her feet,she hugged me tight and soaked my uniform with her tears, I didn't minded, poor little creature was having the worst day of her life...also I spent the last 15 years without having any form of affection, so to be hugged by a girl with so generous frontal assets was quite nice!
Once the pain subsided Danadriel was still broken, she was having a hard time believing that was not a nightmare, she told me about her efforts to be sent to a nicer place, she spent the last 2 years sleeping almost every night with the college's director Lord Erasmus...but the silly girl had no idea what Erasmus was all about, that man is infamous for taking advantage of young ladies of the college then sending them to death traps like this to die and burry his "secret", after all that degradation her reward would be death or a life of servitude under Bruhilda's boot, and I tought my situation was bad!she was having all the stages of grief in front of me, but instead of ending in acceptance...she ended in deep seated rage, she began to plan how she would kill the commander, escape the fortress and kill Lord Erasmus, but this time I was able to calm her down and put some reason in to her head, now I see the first months I will have to baby sit her constantly to prevent anything stupid to happen, it will be a hassle... but on the other hand I finnaly have a big titty friend to make me company! "(Mister Felix)
Ok first, if you are confused of when and where it happens, this is a prequel to this : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50345951/
just to help the understanding of the world building of this scene, this is a steampunkish era where everyone lives in a massive round city surrounded by walls (pretty much like attack on titan but WAY bigger), outside these walls theres a never ending number of heavily mutated undead that are really hard to kill, and they already overtook several sections of the ringed city, so the living exist in a permanent war of atrition with the never ending horde (imagine ww1 but with steampunk tech and the enemies are necromorphs)
Flux manipulators, aka magic users, are called Thaumaturges, and people have a love/hate relationship with them, in one hand they can nuke the undead with their powers, in the other hand they are unstable and sometimes can nuke regular people for fun, so they are all forced to a heavily regulated life to avoid such things.
Our dorm is a very simple place, it's concrete room with four bunk beds, a tiny bathroom, a locker and a table with a single broken chair, not much different from a prison cell to be honest, Danadriel was not impressed by the conditions, in fact she was disgusted, she got even worse when I explained the rules, I told her we can only leave our bedroom during especific times of the day or in case of an attack or when ordered to, we cannot stay or circulate in the commom areas for the base for any reason unless we are ordered to, we cannot have pyshical contact with anyone unless ordered to, and so on.While I explained everything she stared at me like I was mocking her, she was incredulous, she just realized she was put in a prison without bars, a prison almost impossible to escape since we are in the midst of a infected section of the ringed city, its hundreds of kilometers of wasteland filled with millions of necromutants to all directions, you can only leave trough the cargo airship that arrives once a month,before I could explain why of such harsh rules she became enraged and began a fiery speech about why we should receive a better treatment, in the first part she was not wrong, we are way more valuable and more destructive than 100 commom soldiers, not even tanks,mechs and other machinery can do what we do, and if we were allowed to congregate I larger numbers we surely could annihlate the undead of this world...but then she began the witch supremacy part, it was abit sad to see she is friendly to those ideas, yes I think the mundanes should treat us like equals and stuff, but I dont think we should rule all over the world with an iron fist, no one needs to be the supreme caste, we all can play nice and cooexist, I tried to interrupt her frantic speech since its dangerous to say those things out loud, but she was way too agitated to hear me, and sadly for her the worst person possible heard her words.
Danadriel's fiery words were swiftly interrupted by a cocking pistol behind her head, holding the gun was field commander Brunhilda Stoneheart...the supreme leader of this fortress and passioante hater of thaumaturges, this woman is the reason I was the only magician in this place for a long time, she abhors our existence and execute us for even small slights, I'm only alive for so long because I'm very obedient and good at my job, so after 7 years she tolerates my presence...to be honest I dont blame her entirely for her bigotry, she lost her kids because of rogue thaumaturges, and by it I mean they literally burned her small children alive in front of her eyes during the so called "Witch Uprising" like 30 years ago.This failed rebellion only furthered hate against us and motivated the monarchy to put even more regulations in to our existence, now we cant even fuck without the proper forms and permissions! I dont empathize with the rebels but I sincerly think they should have tried to attack more estrategic targets instead of barbecue children for fun, perhaps we could have more rights and less people like Brunhilda!...but I avoid this kind of conversation with other magicians, they just call me a boot licker anyway.
When you stop to think, Danadriel and Brunhilda are two faces of the same coin, two hate filled hearts, they both just want to be the boot over someones neck...but in this situation Danadriel was surely in disadvantage.Brunhilda was pissed, she was demanding Danadriel to keep talking, but Danadriel just stood frozen in fear for several minutes, I was sure my happines was over, the commander would just smoke my new friend, and I would be forced to clean the mess after, but against all ods the commander just demanded an apology, Danadriel had to look her in the eyes and beg for mercy, that surely hurt her pride immensely, once the commander deemed the apology enough she slaped Danadriel in the face so hard she fell to the floor, before Danadriel could regain her footing Brunhhilda kicked her ribs with her massive steel tiped boots so hard I could hear her bones almost cracking,Danadriel could not even stay up after that kick once the commander left the room she crawled to a ball in the floor and cried profusely, I tried to help her to get in her feet,she hugged me tight and soaked my uniform with her tears, I didn't minded, poor little creature was having the worst day of her life...also I spent the last 15 years without having any form of affection, so to be hugged by a girl with so generous frontal assets was quite nice!
Once the pain subsided Danadriel was still broken, she was having a hard time believing that was not a nightmare, she told me about her efforts to be sent to a nicer place, she spent the last 2 years sleeping almost every night with the college's director Lord Erasmus...but the silly girl had no idea what Erasmus was all about, that man is infamous for taking advantage of young ladies of the college then sending them to death traps like this to die and burry his "secret", after all that degradation her reward would be death or a life of servitude under Bruhilda's boot, and I tought my situation was bad!she was having all the stages of grief in front of me, but instead of ending in acceptance...she ended in deep seated rage, she began to plan how she would kill the commander, escape the fortress and kill Lord Erasmus, but this time I was able to calm her down and put some reason in to her head, now I see the first months I will have to baby sit her constantly to prevent anything stupid to happen, it will be a hassle... but on the other hand I finnaly have a big titty friend to make me company! "(Mister Felix)
Ok first, if you are confused of when and where it happens, this is a prequel to this : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50345951/
just to help the understanding of the world building of this scene, this is a steampunkish era where everyone lives in a massive round city surrounded by walls (pretty much like attack on titan but WAY bigger), outside these walls theres a never ending number of heavily mutated undead that are really hard to kill, and they already overtook several sections of the ringed city, so the living exist in a permanent war of atrition with the never ending horde (imagine ww1 but with steampunk tech and the enemies are necromorphs)
Flux manipulators, aka magic users, are called Thaumaturges, and people have a love/hate relationship with them, in one hand they can nuke the undead with their powers, in the other hand they are unstable and sometimes can nuke regular people for fun, so they are all forced to a heavily regulated life to avoid such things.
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