Some day my Prince will come. Just not today (Choco/Draco)

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This really wasn't what he wanted to be doing right now. Liidi was back in her room, sick and puking and Michael wanted to be there to take care of her. He was worried about the little fox-girl, even if he didn't look that upset. Michael tended to always look grumpy, but as he tended to be grumpy most of the time, it worked out well.

Running a hand through his hair, Michael realized it was time for a hair cut, it was starting to get long. He kind of liked when it got long in front though, hid the eye patch better. Some of the scar tissue from the wound poked out the sides of the patch. He had found he got stared at less with a bigger eye patch that hide more of the mess his left eye socket was then a smaller patch. He hated being stared at, made him irritated.

He was getting another mage. The higher ups were pretty sure he was one of the quote unquote lucky Mordecai that could control more then one. He really hoped that if he was, two was the limit. Dealing with Liidi was more then enough work. The girl didn't seem to ever be quite.

Glancing down at the screen of his palm computer, Michael sighed. The new mage was another girl. Great. Another one to get all hormonal and weird once a month at him. And she was a captured mage and a fighter. She wasn't going to like her lovely new headband he was sure.

This was it then. He could already feel her on the other side of the door, his power tingling along her. Opening the door, the 6'6", well muscled soldier stepped inside the room he reached out to the girls headband, taking control of it.

Well, that seemed to answer that question.

"You. Robin. Get up. My name is Michael Baer. I'm you Mordecai." God, he hoped she knew what was going on. He didn't want to have to go over it all. Liidi had been nice that way. She had been born and raised to be a military mage.

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Eyes crunched up, fist clenched, the small figure looked like it was trying to explode. Which wasn’t too far from the truth actually.

After a few moments, she stopped, panting, and slumped against the wall. Damn. She knew, she knew that with enough effort she could break through this silly little device on her head and bust out of this shithole. It didn’t hurt anymore, as it had for the first few days, but it still itched, so she idly scratched at the skin around the metal headband while studying her cage for the thousandth time.

It was a stark metal box, devoid of any detail save a single light strip running along the ceiling and a door with no handle and a tiny window. The window was a mirror on her side, but she knew it was a window from when she was put in here. That was…how many days ago? They didn’t turn off the lights at night, so she could only guess that it had been a week, maybe less, maybe more. A week of sleeping on the hard metal and going to the toilet while any perverted guard could be watching. Not that she cared, if sick people wanted to get off on that shit they were free to, pun intended.

What was really irking Robin though wasn’t the poor living conditions, or the looming future of doom filled slavery, or the metal bolted into her brain, no, what really bothered her is that she looks exactly like she did last week. She stared at her own distorted reflection in the brushed metal wall. The same electric blue hair fell across her face, in a significantly less groomed fashion than when she’s come in, and the same pale pink skin formed the blob that was her reflection. They had left here in the clothes she was wearing when they caught her, which consisted of stilettoed black boots, skin tight red pants and a top that clung to her small breasts and left nothing to the imagination. It had a high, loose turtleneck collar and arms that ended in fingerless gloves, with a zip starting at her throat and running down the front of the top. All of it, except for the boots of course, was made of a very stretchy fabric that could accommodate most sizes she transformed into.

Not that she was going to be doing much shape shifting anymore, thanks to these damn Edani. Probably be stuck in this form for years. Not that she wasn’t an attractive girl at the moment, but Robin liked change. She wanted to be able to be a big muscled man sometimes and ass fuck some pretty girls, as well as the other way around.

A shiver suddenly went up her spine, causing Robin to sit up straight. She was wide eyed and shivering slightly when the large man stepped into her cell.

She looked at this Michael character that was supposedly her Mordecai, giving him a look of distain. He knees here up, legs spread slightly, with her hands resting on the floor beside her. Robin thought the pose looked quite insolent, which was what she was going for. After a moment she complied, standing up slowly, showing him she wasn’t going to roll over like some puppy. Planting her hands on her rump she rocked up on the balls of her feet and grunted at him, “Whadda yah want? A fucking medal?”

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Yup. Still had that fighting spirit. Wonderful. He really didn't want to bother with this right now. Sitting with Liidi was far more important then having to break some wild mage in. And Michael was never fond of having to break people. He would really just prefer that that everyone could just get along.

The Mordecai reached up, rubbing one hand along his slightly stubbly jaw. He tended to forget about shaving until the hairs got long enough to bother him. He was older then Robin's currently form by maybe 10 years or so, good looking in a rough sort of way. Much of the left half of his face was taken up by a large black eye patch, a few scars spidering out from it to the rest of his face. Darkly tanned skin, dark brown eye and bright blond hair completed his look.

Her clothes really wouldn't do. They were rather trampy and unprofessional looking. Michael wasn't really all that fond of revealing clothing like that. He felt it showed a lack of respect for oneself.

"I suggest keeping a civil tongue in your head. I am your superior, your master. I would rather not have to discipline you, but I will if you continue with you disrespectful attitude."

Michael held out a folded pile of clothes, her new uniform, "Put this one. You current clothes are unacceptable."