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| Phantom | Nov 26 2010, 03:31 PM Post #1 | ||||
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About three dozen students had recieved this letter, though only a few actually accepted the invitation. Along with it were instructions for how to get to the meet- which took place in Galveston, Texas- via an airplane hired specifically for the selected students. A seaside mansion, owned by one of the foundation's members, was the designated location for the meeting. It was simply enormous, and a large number of boats were in the posession of the owners. It would certainly be a good place to get press coverage. The students who chose to come were gathered in a huge, brightly-lit room that seemed to have been prepared specifically for this. The huge array of coffee tables and ridiculously comfortable couches would help to make some students feel at home. A man stood by a central fireplace, giving a short speech to the students. He was almost completely covered in some sort of odd, black metallic substance, including a helmet with a tinted visor. "Thank you all for accepting our invitation." The bizarre emptiness of the place made "our" seem a strange word to use. "We were worried that, with your schools' history, you might have become too paranoid to accept the invitation." It sounded like a joke, but how did they know so much about the schools' "history"? For that matter, where did they get the information to select these particular students? "As it happens, there has been a minor error in our scheduling, so you will have the day to yourselves! We will begin the discussions tomorrow." It didn't quite sound like the tone of someone who was announcing a mistake... "Please, feel free to make yourselves at home, and try to make the most of this situation. I just ask that you each find a room- any unlocked room, as they are mostly empty, and spend the night in there once it hits a reasonably late hour." With that, he walked out, leaving several students on their own for the time being. [[Just an intro post. You can post freely until the next update, one week from now. This is a bit anti-climactic for now since... you already have an idea what's going on, but I had to have an excuse for them being in the area in the first place. >.>]] Edited by Phantom, Nov 26 2010, 06:13 PM.
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| EndlessDreamers | Nov 26 2010, 06:18 PM Post #2 | ||||
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United States. Black River. Lore shuddered. The plane ride there had been long and he had sweated the entire way. Black River Oregon had disappeared a few years back due to an incidence with Evotellurics. He had watched the memories of a now comatose student who's four friends were abducted and forcefully restrained because they were Evos. Back in the Dark ages, his own kind had received similar treatment. Burned at the stake for meddling with the affairs of the Church. Of course pastors and preachers around the world were screaming to destroy the 'menace' and 'disgusting plague' of Evos. It was history repeating itself all over again. He stretched his legs as they walked through the large room. He had remembered getting the invitation and talking to his grandmother about it. She had been sharp about it, something he was not used to. She had been almost sharp enough to cause his heart to stop. He couldn't believe it. "You must go!" "I must?" "Yes! I do not trust them at all! You must go! Not for yourself but for those around you!" "Why?" "No one trusts the Americans. Especially in regards to those who are gifted. They have shown no mercy. You must prove them wrong! It is the duty of those gifted to help those who are not nearly as lucky." He had to admit, he shared her sentiment. He didn't trust America as a country. It scared him. They could become so inflamed and so dangerous over the smallest thing. They started wars over the simplest thing. They stuck their noses in everyone's business and acted as though the way that they thought was the only way to think. They were a scary people. American Ideal? He was not so well versed in American history, but some words came to mind. Trail of Tears. World War II and the internment camps. Vietnam. The treatment of women and minorities. But this group seemed different. They had contacted them in hope to show to the world, through a meeting, that Evos and Magi could be different. This would help. He was sure of it. He hated being in this country, but maybe, just maybe, they would be able to help out. He had to try. He didn't want to be here, but if it was up to him, maybe he could make a difference. The normal students in their school were more likely to destroy their chances than to help them. It was the Limbus event all over again. So he had to do it. They had to do it. They had the ability to maybe change the world... Of course, he believed they would help the dual campuses do this. Was he mistaken? |
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| Glumzambur | Nov 26 2010, 10:04 PM Post #3 | ||||
No you can't read my POKER FACE!
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Dom was a wreck. He was so nervous, his body had become jittery. A simple brush of contact from another person would make him jump at this point. The plane ride was long and it wouldn't ease any of his symptoms. But why? Why was he acting like this? Well for starters, the United States wasn't very friendly. Sure it was home, but once he was branded an Evo he might as well have become a terrorist. They wanted him gone. If it wasn't for his father, he wouldn't eve have been given the opportunity to prove the military he wasn't a threat. Despite the opportunity of the dual campuses, Dom was still skeptical. For all he knew..they could renege on their promise. As if being an evo wasn't bad enough. He was also openly gay. He was openly gay and in Texas. Sure times had changed, but last he checked...texas still had some hardcore gay haters. That being said, it was no wonder he was going nutso. Even with the company of fellow students, he couldn't relax. Inside the hotel, Dom could only find the man's whimsical at best. Too skeptical to accept the invitation? He had accepted and was still skeptical. What did that say. Taking a breath to unfruitfully clam himself, Dom just grabbed his stuff and scurried to find the closest vacant room. |
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| Vahn Eloc | Nov 26 2010, 11:00 PM Post #4 | ||||
Leaves from the vine / Falling so slow / Like fragile tiny shells / Drifting in the foam...
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The United States of America. Home sweet Home. The place where any kind of Evo or Magi was mistreated for becoming something that was automatically a threat, no matter what the person's power was. No matter what they did. It didn't matter to America. And Evo was an Evo, a Magi a Magi, and both shouldn't be allowed to progress. Basically put, a couple of us ruined it for the rest of us. Well, the good part is the fact that America was holding a conference to allow Evos and Magi a talking chance. No weapons of mass destruction, no weapons at all. Just people debating over the topic itself, and nothing more. this would surely help Evotelluric and Magi relations with America and the other countries that were still skeptical about it. So why was Vahn so not tempted to take this offer? There was a perfect opportunity to show the world that Evos and Magi are people too, and Vahn was having doubts about going. Though, to him, it was to be expected. After everything that had happened to him, he should have just thrown this letter into his oven, baked it at 400 degrees for ten minutes, then sprinkled the ashes into Shadow's breakfast. But Vahn couldn't. even for a single chance, it was still worth it. The airplane made the Eloc nervous, as well as everything else about the trip thus far. Toxic gas from the vents? No. Random accident that landed them in a prison? Nope. They landed in Texas as expected, and were taken to a mansion, as promised. Maybe, just maybe, this was actually the real deal. When presented with the room full of coffee tables and comfy couches, the Eloc settled a little bit. Though the man in the black metallic uniform did nothing to settle him back down. Even as he spoke, the Eloc was listening, picking out every wrong thing about what he was saying. The mansion was mainly empty, though he stated "our." The school's history was confidential, yet he knew of it. He didn't sound apologetic in any way whatsoever, and most people didn't allow a guest to wonder into "any unlocked room" to crash. They usually at least told them where the bedrooms were. |
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| Silver Fang | Nov 27 2010, 10:10 AM Post #5 | ||||
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Silver looked at the letter and almost tossed it aside, not because she didn't want to go to America because of how they treated magi and evos, no, just because she didn't want to leave the country. Silver would much rather stay on campus and train in the bushido chambers or run in the woods or get herself into trouble; she didn't need to get on a plane to get herself into trouble. Unfortunately for her Vahn did end up wanting to go, so with a sigh Silver packed a bag and called Adam. Shadow wouldn't be going with her this time. Silver didn't want to subject Shadow to the luggage laws or whatever laws America had on wolves, instead he would be pampered with Adam who could use the company. This way she knew he would be safe and out of harms way and not in a box in the back of an air plane or left outside because most humans were stupid and wouldn't realize Shadow wasn't just a normal dog. Adam agreed to watch Shadow without any issues, so Silver packed up his stuff and took him over there. Silver had tears in her eyes as she turned away from him, with a little toy wolf in her hands to keep him in her mind. This was the first time she would ever have to part from him. Silver made it to the airplane and sat next to Vahn, the plane made her nervous but the fact Vahn was calm, helped keep her calm too. Silver eventually fell asleep with the plushy wolf in her arms, death would come to anyone who took it from her. Soon she was at the mansion and she was surprised how big it was. Silver listened like a good girl to what the man said and wondered how truthful he was. Silver sat on the arm of the chair Vahn was sitting in and when the man finished she asked Vahn, "So, is this on the up and up, it feels weird," Silver hugged the plushy and sighed, "Was it a good idea to leave Shadow, maybe he would have been fine on the plane, I wish he was here." Silver leaned her head on Vahn's shoulder and looked out into the crowd to see a couple of people she knew. |
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| Defiant | Nov 27 2010, 11:19 AM Post #6 | ||||
They can take tomorrow and the plans we made...but they can't take yesterday.
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It had to be a plane. Always a freaking plane. At least this time she came prepared. One itty bitty prescription for a bit of valium later and a sip of water and she would have told you it was the best plane ride ever. She didn’t even have to peel her nails out of the armrest this time. She would have also comment on the pink elephants and the gremlins running around all over the place but no one wanted to listen to that. Surprisingly the thought of heading back to the good ol’ USA didn’t bother her that much. If anything she had a small glimmer of hope that they were taking the first steps in to squashing all of that Evo/Magi hate. Or maybe the meds were still talking? The only problems she did seem to have with all of this were the mansion and the flood of memories that came from setting foot on American soil. The mansion reminded her of all those parties her mother liked to attend. Being back here just reminded Cici of everything she’d lost and gained. For a brief moment she let herself wonder about what might have been. Wasn’t like she could do anything about it though. Looking around she saw plenty of familiar faces but no one she could really talk to about this. Dom looked as if he might explode he was wound up so tight. Vahn had Silver to worry about. She certainly wasn’t about to give Tails the satisfaction of knowing her insecurities. All that in mind she was on her own again. Why couldn’t Ryan be here? Oh right, because he probably hadn’t gotten a letter and even if he had he probably wouldn’t have gone for anything like this. Not unless she had asked him. He seemed willing enough to do what she asked most of the time and something about that bothered her. She couldn’t think about that right now though. Their host was talking. He was an odd looking fellow and that was the polite way of putting it. His use of plurals had her looking around the room for others but of course she found none. Everything about him was just… off. And Cici couldn’t put her finger on why so when he left she found herself sighing with ample frustration. Well this was just dandy now wasn’t it? She was all dressed up with nowhere to go and she really didn’t want to retire to a room just yet. That’s probably why she found herself staring out a window instead of heading up to claim a sleeping space. “Too bad it’s so cold out. We could have all gone to the beach,” she pouted to herself rather dejectedly. |
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| Falque | Nov 27 2010, 11:26 AM Post #7 | ||||
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“What do you think?” “It’s a trap.” Falque took the note from Eric, stuffing it in his coat pocket. Any time Falque received a note, it usually involved one of two things: concussions, or a trap. Either way, a trap for Falque, and either way, highly undesirable. Still, Falque did have his escape mechanisms, and he was probably better off than most in terms of sneaking about. It was the sole reason he didn’t hand the invitation to Eric after its promises of public debates and other Eric-like activities. He didn’t just think it was a trap, he was convinced it was. “Well, there’s no reason for you to go either.” “I know…” “Then why bother going?” “…Maybe I just need to help any others.” Eric stared back at Falque briefly, before averting his eyes in slight disappointment. Something frustrated the boy, no doubt, as he paced a little inside his living room while Falque stood and waited. There were too many things wrong with this letter, and Falque knew about it more than Eric did anyways. Why would he even bother going? Because he survived every other time? Not a good reason. “This isn’t like you, Falque.” Something clicked on the in the back of Eric’s mind. A filthy idea he wanted to dispose of, but the circumstances were too much in question to dismiss it altogether. Eric’s grimace was enough to describe how he hated the concept entirely. Falque didn’t need to do that…but he wouldn’t admit it either. The bastard wanted to do penance. “…Just, come back safe, alright? If I don’t hear from you in two weeks, I’ll find you myself and kick your ass.” *** Falque didn’t stay long roaming the moderately-sized mansion after the curiously singular man gave his speech. Yes, quite: step in any deliberately unlocked room and fall asleep. Which rooms were unlocked? The ones the host left unlocked, of course. Wouldn’t matter who was in them in order to knock them out. Yet, despite it all, Falque did exactly as he was told. He didn’t stick around with the others, though it seemed they were rather sceptical themselves of this whole thing. No point in needlessly warning them, then. Falque would just wait in his room, hidden in the closet, and wait for whatever disaster God had planned to put him through. |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Nov 29 2010, 11:02 AM Post #8 | ||||
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Tower of Vox "Goddamn school can make sure I get the mail, but a bloody safety pendant so I can open it? Oh God no. Make my life too damned easy." To explain, Lance Lothorum was an Evotelluric with a rather extreme ability. His hands produced temperature increases just by contact alone. Though not enough to immediately light the paper aflame, chances were the letter would be black by the time he got through the envelope if he opened it the 'regular' way. Of course, he could have just asked his roommate to do the deed. Yet asking others to do one's work was not manly... nor Scottish. There is also the fact that he could have just put a pair of gloves on. While Lance might have been quite the chemist and a good blacksmith... practical thinking was not always his strong point. Ever. Without bothering to cease an incoherent grumble, the young blacksmith started to make use of the tools lying around his forge in order to do the deed. A small set of tongs and a dulled knife were used as a way of holding the envelope and opening it without applying heat. After the seal was torn the smith used the knife to spread the envelope wider while turning it over to drop the enclosed statement on his desk. I have no clue where that address is from. Could it be them again? If so this is bad timing. These heat abilities need to be controlled before I can pursue those bastards. It was not, as he found out after spreading it. Lance read through it once, twice, and thrice before letting out a deep sigh. Should I really keep doing stuff like this? Now, to explain the teen's thoughts; Lance did not think he was going to be kidnapped. No one had ever attempted to kill him, lock him in a cell, or hunt him down just for being an Evotelluric. It's not often that a seven foot two inch person becomes the target of such things to begin with. The blacksmith was instead remembering the debate event that he had shown up to in order to preach the usefulness of mandatory safety pendants outside of campus. People thought he was insane, even after he revealed exactly what his ability did. 'Sure' they said, 'You can wear one whenever you want, and get killed because you can't defend yourself.' Such lies. Most of the world only knew Evos were Evos because their genetics did funny things to the hair, eyes and skin. Yet what would there be to fear if seeing that person did not mean they could kill you and your family with a glance? If it just meant they were different just like every other culture of the earth. In the end Lance conceded to Tara that he would have been happy even if it was a voluntary program to which Evos themselves could remove the pendants in times of need. That still did nothing to consul some of the random students that had shown up to the debate. Though it was rude to assume, Lance felt as though those teens had forgotten what life was like before the dawn. He still remembered being able to hold the hand of a lass that had been his neighbor. He remembered the surge of loving emotion he felt when giving his gran a hug. All that went poof the day his genetics decided to 'grant' him these abilities. While many students at the school enjoyed a boon thanks to their abilities, other Evotelluric children around the world did not always have that pleasure. Aye. I'll go then, just to show another side to this thing. Hopefully Greg will understand why I again can't hang out with him. Though the roommates were perfect for each other (giant manly men which acted according to those rules of stupidity) Lance's practice at the forge and job for Senkio had prevented him from having a good amount of free time. This was just one more thing to do... though perhaps he could use it to get some extra credit toward the classes he was behind in. Which was all of them. Either way the decision was made and the die was ready to be cast. On the day before the flight, Lance locked his forge, turned in the keys to the administration after telling them where he was going, and left with merely a suitcase of clothing. God I hope I can tie a tie without burning it. Certainly be a new form of suicide. 'Evo teen strangles self while on fire,' would just make for a fantastic obituary. His attire was for today a plain dark gray t-shirt and black jeans with medium brown leather work boots. The PLEASED 1.0 was in his ear, because Lance could openly admit he had trouble keeping up with eastern sea board and southern American accents. It would make a handy back up in case his real ears could not keep up. F.I. Mansion, Texas "Never again. Never again.... well, other then getting back to Japan." To say that Lance was happy to be back on land would be the understatement of the year. The man had never flown before, having traveled between Scotland and Japan via boats and buses. Public airports were smart enough to say no to Evotellurics with fire based abilities in his mind. Not only could he never be comfortable in an airplane due to his height, Lance had also found out that he was terrified of being that high off the ground in a metal bird built by men. Atop that terror was the need to constantly focus on where he put his hands. They were kept clasped together for almost the entire trip generating heat just above his lap. Fear of loosing that concentration kept him from speaking to any of the other students. Greg would laugh if he could have seen me up there, pale faced and cramped into a seat too small for a midget. Either way, being grounded made the Scot much happier despite how tired he was. Seeing that the mansion was literally the largest house he had ever seen made him all the happier. Maybe they'll have a bed that'll fit me! In the main dinner hall, the Scot helped himself to some of that wonderful coffee as the man in the black suit spoke about a scheduling conflict. Normally he could have caught on to the fact that a mis-schedule to send students half way around the world was too expensive to have happened. Now though? He was happy enough with thick black coffee and just being able to walk around. Just going to sleep would be such a waste of new found freedom. A student near the windows that showed the boats and the beach sighed while mumbling something. All he had heard was the word 'cold.' A smile flushed over his face in found memory of the coasts of his homeland. They were far from where he lived and had bad weather 13 months of a 12 month year. Yet still their beauty was known well enough to where foreigners dared to come and visit. This coast was nothing like that, but the chill to the air was a familiar thing for him. Whether or not she wanted the company did not manage to cross his mind. Rather, the beastly man simply spoke up in his thick accent. A brief reminder: he was rather caffeinated now. "I never imagined Texas could be cold. Just always thought of an eternal desert that was hot and full of cowboys with ten gallon hats and barbecues. You from the states yourself? Oh right, I'm Lance by the way." |
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| Lemon | Nov 30 2010, 03:17 PM Post #9 | ||||
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It was questionable why Tails would receive a letter asking him to stand up and speak out for Evos and Magi when his reputation was not quite stellar among his fellow classmates, but then again, this whole event seemed questionable at best. Had the young teen given it much thought, perhaps he would have realized this oddity and quickly deleted the e-mail, but his mind was currently filled with other thoughts that his insight didn't quite reach deep enough to process the event's real intent. All he saw was an opportunity for some good publicity within the dual campus' student body. He went ahead and accepted the deal. While everyone else was fretting about what to say, what to do, how to act and why they were attending, Tails was ever the businessman who had other affairs on his mind. When he mentioned his trip to the States among a few of his closest colleagues, they were quick to call in favors. Now, not only did he have to think about the speech and debate he would have to perform for the event, but he also had a handful of errands to do as well. On the plane ride, everyone in earshot could hear his voice constantly on the phone making appointments, asking for business hours, tracking down numbers and other less extravagant messages being exchanged. There was even a call to a zoo asking to see if the preparations for a pair of new animals were ready. By the time they landed and were at the mansion, Tails had tied up all his loose ends so that the only thing left to do was act. But first, he still felt obligated to be an active participant like the others, so he listened patiently to what the man had to say. The man's speech was a little off kilter -- disconcerting in a way to attract a bit of confusion yet not enough to make the decisive teen think twice about his plans -- and once it concluded and the armored gentleman disappeared, Tails was ready to get on with his busy schedule. Since he recognized most people present, and they could probably recognize him in return, the young teen didn't bother giving his introduction. Instead, he started walking towards the exit casually. "I'm off to do some errands," Tails said to whoever was listening. "I can give a ride if there's somewhere you guys wanted to go." He was being oddly generous, but in truth, he just wanted company. Even if he considered himself American, the pressures against Evos and Magi were still enough to warrant caution. So much so that Tails even donned that black beanie and shades of his which he would use to hide the unnatural color of his hair and eyes. He already arranged for a rental car which was within walking distance from the mansion. Ignoring the fact that his Japanese license didn't qualify him to actually rent a car -- fudging some information was a given -- the young teen was still able to drive just fine in American vehicles on American roads as if it were Japanese vehicles on Japanese roads. While he didn't plan to stay out past curfew -- martial law was still in place, after all -- Tails was still going to be out for most of the day. By the time he would get back, the young teen would most likely just crash on one of the couches in the living area and hope someone would wake him up in the morning. Edited by Lemon, Dec 13 2010, 12:08 PM.
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| Tempest Atiri | Dec 4 2010, 11:51 AM Post #10 | ||||
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Transhuman sentiment… it wasn’t pretty. In fact, thinking of it made the happy dragon girl’s tail droop a little. Yeah, she knew that feeling… Had felt that ‘sentiment’ more tangibly than she would have honestly like to. All the babbling about American ideals didn’t bother her. Actually, Kes had never been to America, let alone particularly care! The rest of it she DID understand… Although sitting still for speeches might be difficult…well… maybe it was time she stopped hiding in the dark corners… Even on the plane over, an interesting experience to be sure, the cheery girls mind was still tinged with distractions internal. The Knights… Surely they had lost enough track of her by now… They had never been this forward before about their treatment of her, so why would this change so clearly? When she head a few other students talking about going… she was less worried…and then, Tails said he was going! That had finalized her decision. After all, If Tails was going, and other people too, it couldn’t be the Knights after her again… So, she had settled into the plane ride with a bit of anxiety, but nothing she couldn’t ignore. It was a REALLY long ride though. All the people she knew looked so busy, she tried to keep to herself. When they arrived at the mansion, Kes was instantly distracted. “Ooo…….. SHINY!!” She was…mostly paying attention to the person speaking, looking at him curiously, her tail curling and flicking back and forth. As soon as he left, her attention resumed darting around from one lavish accessory to the other. So was every house in America like this? Tails was heading out, and Kes nearly stepped forward to go with him. Going outside sounded like an AMAZING idea! Maybe wander around town some… But then Kes remembered with a frown. Americans were very panicky… She was pretty scary looking to some of them. With a sigh, Kes settle down on one of the couches, stretching out with a growl like noise that equated to a purr for her. There was the really tall kid! She’s seen him on the plane. He looked so uncomfy in those chairs…then again, he was also 2 full feet taller than her. “I’m almost happier this way… though a barbecue does sound like fun… nummy foods…” A…a dragon saying barbecue… Surely some people might get nervous. She hadn’t intended to sleep. But, while dragons were flying creatures, even her system wasn’t ready for the time difference. Pure and simple, jet lag overcame her, and the happy dragon girl was very promptly curled up on the couch asleep. Narcoleptic? Maybe, maybe. |
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| Phantom | Dec 4 2010, 10:11 PM Post #11 | ||||
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[[For the record, Vahn and Silver, the outfits are because my notes listed for your characters "attack pride".]] Tails would pass by a young man at the door- wearing the same outfit as the one who gave them their instructions. He seemed to be guarding the door, though he made no obvious sign of even noticing the young man. Anybody still awake in the house at 10:30 would immediately become aware of a sickly sweet smell permeating the air. These same people would be sleeping like rocks by 10:35. A dull, silver-colored room. Circular, several meters wide, and obscenely tall. The walls were lined with bizzarre containers, most of them obviously old, tattered, and frankly used. However, the ones the students awoke in were all clearly brand-new... Towards the floor, though still half a dozen metres up, Lore's cell was essentially a transluscent sphere, made of some bizarre, glassy substance. Within it, the effects of gravity seemed to be negated, as the ice mage floated randomly back and forth within it, up and down suddenly meaningless. The surface of the thing caused no harm to touch, but felt as though one were touching a hot stove at any contact with his flesh. If Lore managed to set up a magical spell in here, it would work to some extent, but no magical effects would reach outside of it, either to force outside of the sphere or to pull anything in. Looking back from the central room, an odd seal seemed to be on the wall behind the sphere... Dominic was next to him, though his kennel was less magical in nature. He was in a six foot by six foot, metal box, with no obvious seams in the welding. The side that faced the room had an odd effect to it, and was completely transparent, despite otherwise having the same traits as the rest of the box. These floors and walls really were scalding to the touch, this time. Vahn was higher up, somewhere almost directly above the two. He didn't have the luxury of an actual kennel to flail around in, but was, rather, chained to a large machine. Small devices that looked like electrodes were placed over his body. Every few seconds, a jolt of pain would pass through him as they sapped away the energy generated by his body. There wasn't even a cage to make the fact that he was fifty feet in the air a bit more bearable. His belongings were no where to be seen (the others, aside from Silver, were at least wearing their own clothes), and he was wearing a ridiculously tight black jumpsuit- apparently specifically for the machine. Silver was directly across from Vahn, leaving them both visible to each other. Apparently these people had really done their research. She was dressed like Vahn, though her outfit was white, and her arms were restrained by a straight-jacket. Furtehrmore, she was handing upside down in a small cage, the height doing little to help the matter. Cicely would find herself at almost floor level, in a tank of bulletproof glass, octagonal in shape and six feet tall. It was full of hyper-conductive, salt water. A small oxygen-filtration device, which allowed her to breathe, was attatched to her face by a few straps, but the device was simultaneously moving six miniscule blades across her face with each breath she took, forcing her healing powers on overtime. She could easily remove the device if she wanted, since the water left about a foot of air at the top of the tank, but if she tried she would find that the 'air' was rancid, thick, and certainly didn't include anything breathable, e.g., oxygen. Falque would find himself in solid, black tube. He was lying on a floor of razor-wire, face up, unclothed. His back was already bloodied, and something seemed to have hit him in the head on the way here. A few seconds after he woke up, he would find thousands of points over his legs and arms (as he was spread-eagled) being seared by very low-intensity lasers at the ceiling. He would find himself restrained by chains to the floor, and the lasers would demand the attention of his powers if he ever intended to use his limbs again. There were rows of (deactivated) miniature-spotlights on the ceiling, and markings on the floor indicating "pressure pad", with a symbol for the bulbs on it. They clearly wanted him to know what he could and could not do. The chamber appeared to be air-tight, though there was no obvious shortage of breathable air. Falque would be the only one who could not actually see what was going on, though he could hear just fine. Lance was ridiculously high up, a fe meteres above and to the left of Silver. He was in a cage that an average person would consider cramped. It was five feet by six feet, forcing him to hunch down a fair bit. The walls were made of some sort of transparent material, but wouldn't budge under either extreme force or heat. However, it clearly conductive, and not in a natural sense. Any heat from his hands seemed to instantly be not only spread out, but multiplied throughout the chamber instantly. The result would be essentially heating the room to near-dangerous temperatures, and heating the walls to a painful extent. Tails was no better off. He was visible to all the others in a point of utter humiliation. He was strapped, at his wrists and ankles, to a rotating wheel, comparable to something on might see at a game show. A small spine in the center forced him to arch his back or impale himself, and the device constantly shifted from slow rotation speeds to much less bearable moments of high-velocity. Kestrel had been placed in a bizzarre, magical chamber. It appeared to be a translucent, white cube. Her legs were stuck to the bottom as if by super-glue, and her arms were held back in a straight-jacket. She was almost totally immobilized, a small segment of the magical material holding against her back and locking her in place to prevent much most movement of her spine and knees, though her neck, at least was free. Small, bright bits of colorful light darted about inside the chamber, as well. The room also had a sensory chill to it that went so far as to simulate frostbite, though no actual, permanent damage was occurring. After about thirty minutes in this position, those who could see would notice (assuming they still had the mental endurance) the floor of the room begin to seperate, as a man arose from the floor in the style of the old, cliche'd super-villain. It was, outfit and all, the same man from the mansion. "Sorry to keep you all waiting, and you have my sincerest apologies for the schedule slip, but I think we can finally begin. Allow me to begin a tour of the- no. Of your new home: Fegefer Prison! We can begin the meeting soon." He immediately burst into a fit of laughter at some success before giving them something to answer. "Well? Any questions?" None of them was unable to speak (even Cicely had enough room to work her mouth), and all, even Cicely and Falque, could hear him decently. And it was reasonable to assume that anything they said would somehow be heard by the man. But the very important question remained of whether or not any of these children felt they had anything to say- or anything they could say. Edited by Phantom, Dec 5 2010, 12:39 AM.
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| Falque | Dec 4 2010, 11:07 PM Post #12 | ||||
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Why…why of all things, did his head hurt. How many times had he injured it over this single year? Five? Perhaps more, or perhaps less. Really, he had lost count, and the dizziness itself disabled him from really recalling. Besides, there were worse things happening to him right now. Tiny claws stabbed into the back of Falque woke him up, but it was the burning pain on his limbs that really pulled him wide awake. As his eyes shot up open in silent pain, Falque struggled to move, only to find his limbs and naked body locked in place by chains. What little he did move, the sickly razors below him tore open his back even further, ejecting a horrific scream from Falque. All this pain, his arms burning away despite the darkness of the room, his back slashed to bits by the wire, the sheer terror within Falque and his immediate will to escape caused him to explode. Literally. A black opaque cloud enveloped where Falque laid screaming, and as the cloud dissipated, so did Falque and all his pain. That is…he had turned into a shadow. He could escape the suffering like this, for now, but Falque had already drained his body immensely by bursting. In the brief few minutes he had in this form, Falque desperately tried to examine his room. He had never been here before, that was for certain. It was basically a giant cylinder, with what Falque realized were lasers firing down where his arms and legs had lain. Worst of all however, he couldn’t find a way out. How did he even get it, then? Where the hell was he? As panic quickly started to overtake Falque, he reinstated himself in the middle of the room, avoiding the panels obviously taunting him to end his life. He wouldn’t do it. Not willingly, anyways. He promised other that much. Falque returned to the razor wire, but not without defences. Creating makeshift shoes of hard carapace out of his black mantle, Falque gave himself some temporary protection against the blades. They still dug into his false flesh, but given he chose not to add nerve endings to its mix he was mostly safe. For the next hour, anyways. The next part would be to calm himself down to figure out just what the hell was going on. But really, he was powerless as it was. Even if he wasn’t wearing a pendant, he felt as trapped as he did inside his own mind. He could hear others, however. Even if they were screams of agony themselves, or uncouth words…there were still others. And then there was one more. A familiar voice…a very unfortunately familiar voice, with very unfortunate words. A prison. Of course. A prison for them, no doubt. What crimes had they… no. As much as he blamed himself….no…no, he couldn’t be in here like this. All of a sudden, the light switch panels beside him were so tempting…no… “What are our crimes?” |
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| EndlessDreamers | Dec 4 2010, 11:24 PM Post #13 | ||||
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Lore had found a small room and curled up to sleep, not used to sleeping outside of his own bed but finding it relaxing enough. He was all nerves, but finally managed to get some sleep at some point or another. He was tired and there was no one else around that he really knew or felt comfortable talking to. Dom was there, but they were still in their odd standstill of knowing the other was there but not actually doing anything. Well, Dom was doing things, and for some reason he was still persisting even though Lore was ignoring him. Perhaps it was because it was obvious that it wasn't out of spite or hatred. Well, obvious to most, perhaps not to Dom. That night he dreamed a strange dream. It was the rabbit again, with the hare and the hatter there, all having tea with him. He remembered that place. He knew it was real, even though it was only just a dream and the memories hung like a dream in his mind. Wonderland existed, yet it didn't. It was there, but only accessible to an Alice, and he was an Alice, so he could enter and leave, but it was still strange. The memories of that encounter were almost like watching someone else. The Essence had such a strange effect like that. It was him, but it wasn't him. Then the dream switched to them all floating in the air, free of gravity. It was almost disconcerting, and it felt so real.... "Mnnn?" Lore mumbled as he opened one eye, the morning hitting him like a sledgehammer. Or at least what he thought was morning. Was it? He couldn't tell what time it was. Oddly enough, he wasn't in the room he was in before. The tired little magus looked around, noticing something. Dom was right there. Why was he there? Except why was he upside down? Dom couldn't go upside down. It was about then that he realized something. The roof was oddly close to his head. He turned and raised a groggy hand up to the ceiling, only to recoil as it burned, like touching a hot plate. He cursed quietly, his body jumping awake to the adrenaline as he realized... He was floating. Oh god, vertigo. Heavy vertigo that made his stomach reel as he spun around flailing wildly to try and get some grab. His hand came in contact with the bubble again and he yelped, pulling it back. What was going on? He shook his head as he found himself righted, floating within a sphere that seemed to be made of some sort of watery substance, however the inside was without it. He touched it again curiously, pulling his hand back quickly as he felt the burn. What was going on? Of course, he wasn't surprised. He had woken up in a space station, fought for his life in Wonderland and done a ton of various other activities that had started by him waking up wondering where he was. This was no real surprise. Unfortunately. He looked around at the people, his eyes widening as he saw the various implements of torture they were all strapped to. What was going on? Hadn't they been... It couldn't be! No, it couldn't be! They couldn't have been evil! But of course they could have, but why? He had... His naivety was his undoing, yet again. He sighed, not believing it. Maybe someone had infiltrated the talks and had captured them all. That had to be it. It couldn't have been that the talks were false. That wouldn't... that couldn't happen, no matter what. Lore shook his head, not willing to believe it. He wouldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it. Not unless he had sure fire proof. However, at the moment, he was attempting to stop from throwing up as the world took another spin, he unable to control his movements in the bubble. Even the smallest move caused it to shift, so he shut his eyes tight, trying his best not to lose what was left in his stomach. He didn't want to think about what was going on and covered his ears as he heard the others waking up. His body was pulled up in the fetal position and his eyes slammed shut as he just floated there, idly spinning with every small move, every once in a while drawing away as he touched the edges of his containment. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this again. It was the space station all over again. He didn't want this. He just wanted to go home. This was all a dream. That had to be it. It was about at the time that he was proceeding to have yet another breakdown that he heard someone yell out. He turned, his tears floating in the bubble, only to see his worst fears confirmed. There, standing in the middle of this horrible room, was the man from before. They had been tricked. They had been betrayed. Or maybe... No, maybe he was here to save them! Except his words caused those disillusions to die in a horrible fiery death. They were imprisoned. And he knew what for. They were different. Their crimes were that of not being human compared to the rest of humanity. It was Black River all over again. This was just adding on to the list of things that kept happening to him over and over. He shook his head, the tears still floating around in to the space, now having companions of more that he was producing. "Let us out! Please let us out!" He hoped his pleas wouldn't fall on deaf ears, but part of him knew deep down they would be. |
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| Glumzambur | Dec 5 2010, 12:10 AM Post #14 | ||||
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No you can't read my POKER FACE!
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Dom just wanted to sleep. His nerves were shot, and sleep was about the only thing that could ease the tension. It wouldn't alleviate it permanently but it would help somewhat. Drifting into the realm of dreams, Dom was out like a light. Night would pass and morning would come. However as his body stirred awake, his head felt like it was hit with a frying pan what was worse was that he was slowly starting to feel a searing pain in his body. Before long he realized something was burning him. Jumping to his feet Dom could only scream in agony, "Holy FUCK!" It was hot. Like really hot. So much so Dom was sweating bullets. Looking around it seemed he was surrounded by nothing but metal walls. All of them were silver steel except for one which was translucent. This was insane! More so, Dom wanted to hit himself for believing this trip was legit. Why didn't he trust his gut? His gut was never wrong! Never! However, if he didn't put the edge off this fire...he was sure he was going to pass out and even worse..burn himself beyond the medi mage's departments capability of healing. Taking in a breath of anxiety, Dom started messing with his hypothalamus. Coldness would exert form the teen and the temperature would slowly drop around him. This of course was a temporary fix. he'd become exhausted and forced to return the temperature to normal in a matter of minutes. He needed out and he needed out now. "Not to be rude, but....CAN YOU GET ME OUT OF HERE!?!?!" |
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| Vahn Eloc | Dec 5 2010, 01:22 PM Post #15 | ||||
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Leaves from the vine / Falling so slow / Like fragile tiny shells / Drifting in the foam...
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Vahn had been up, walking back from the bathroom as he trotted down the cold hallway. It was somewhere around ten-thirty at night, and he had gotten about halfway back before smelling something that reminded him of fresh honey. There wasn't any honey around, which only meant- "Son of a bitch," the Eloc said, stumbling down the hallway. It wasn't the first time it had happened to him as he fumbled down the hallway, to the closest window he could find, before pressing up against it, punching at it, but not finding the power to go through it as he normally would. Collapsing at the end of the hallway, the Eloc reached up for the window, but finally fell asleep. Third time's the charm right? Waking up to a much more violent surrounding, the Eloc's vision was blurry at first, getting used to being awake. He didn't know how long it had been, but the Eloc didn't care. The first thing that he felt, after his vision, was a jolt. Something was pulling his energy out, painfully, as he yelled. Looking behind him, as much as he could, he was chained to some sort of machine. He tried moving his arms and legs, but while being shocked, he couldn't do anything. At least it felt like being shocked. What the hell was this machine? What the hell was he wearing? "Motherf**ker!" he yelled out, his voice echoing in the chamber as he was shocked again. The Eloc struggled against the chains for a moment before catching his breath. The chains snagged, but didn't break as he was zapped again. He was really getting tired of that. Looking around, then across from himself, he found Silver, in a straight-jacket, hanging upside down. It took him a minute as he looked to Silver, yelling across to her. "Silver? Gina? Are you alive?" he asked her as he gritted his teeth, pulling on the chains again, and again, even through the zapping of his energy. Looking up, he pulled. Even without his powers, Vahn was a monster, being made of mostly muscle that had been trained for combat. He pulled, and pulled as he was shocked time and time again. This only motivated Vahn further as he struggled against the machine. But to no avail, as of yet. The man somewhere beneath him started talking as the Eloc listened, struggling against the chains even harder as the man laughed. Of course the chains didn't break, and Vahn's wrists were bleeding and sore, but he had to keep going. He didn't responded to the person below as he struggled, looking over at Silver as he yelled. Nothing was said, it was just one of those yells of rage that could be heard by everyone. |
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| Silver Fang | Dec 5 2010, 02:26 PM Post #16 | ||||
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Before too long the wolf mage got tired, and decided to go find a room to take a nap. Silver hoped Vahn would follow her. The wolf mage had trouble falling asleep alone and she had left Shadow with Adam. Silver went up to a random room and opened toe door, it was unoccupied and there was a nice king sized bed in the middle of it. Silver threw her bag against the wall and stripped down and threw on some pjs and jumped into the bed. Before too long Vahn joined her in the bed and she felt sleep come to her as the two of them cuddled in the bed. Silver woke up when Vahn left, Silver assumed it was for the bathroom, and rolled over onto his spot in the bed. It was warm and smelled like him, making it so she could fall back asleep before he got back to bed. It was what the wolf mage normally did when they shared a bed, either that or Shadow jumped up in bed with her, Silver missed Shadow but before she choked up she passed out. Silver soon felt herself wake up with headache and looked up to see she was upside down. Silver was confused as to why he feet were above her head, she didn't fall asleep this way. Silver then tried to move her arms and found they were bound in a weird way. Silver was even more confused now. Silver could see she was in some sort of cage, being new to the real world the only though coming through her mind was, "kinky," Silver whispered. Silver then saw Vahn attached to some sort of machine in a tight fitting suit of some sort an he seemed angry. "Hey babe, I am ok and why are we like this it is confusing. And you look good in that suit not really your style but it looks good, I'd rather no shirt though," Silver looked at her outfit and said, "Wait why am I in one t0o it feels weird and what is this weird jacket?" Silver just looked over at Vahn confused until the man from earlier came out and told them they were in a prison. Now this made Silver mad, she hadn't done anything wrong at all and now she was stuck in a weird position being told she was in prison. Silver began failing around and still wasn't moving or anything. Silver felt her anger brewing and anyone looking into her eyes would see them darkening. Silver growled out, "Let me out Now!" Silver knew she couldn't change now but she wanted out of the weird jacket and at least on her feet. Silver could feel her body shifting but she wanted to save her hybrid form for later. Silver directed the energy to her wolf form, once the change finished she was in more pain then it was worse, but her claws ripped through the jacket, making the wolf mage fall to the bottom of the cage. Silver whimpered in pain her arms hurt and so did her body from falling, Silver curled up in a ball and licked the places that hurt hoping they would heal before too long. Edited by Silver Fang, Dec 5 2010, 02:30 PM.
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| Defiant | Dec 5 2010, 07:00 PM Post #17 | ||||
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“I was,” she tried to cut the bitterness of her words with a smile as she turned to meet her very tall and large acquaintance. Actually what happened was that Cici turned her head and came face to midsection with Lance. So she kept looking up until she found his face. It would have been too easy for her to gawk at him so instead she kept smiling and decided not to judge him too harshly. Appearances were deceiving after all. “I’m Cicely,” she took a moment to reconsider what he’d said about Texas and his accent. “What about you? Where are you from?” And so it began. A new connection to add to her social network. It was turning in to a virtual spider web and so far as she was concerned that was okay. Tails was saying something about going out and as enticing as that sounded she was more comfortable staying indoors. Cicely didn’t favor the cold too much. She didn’t want to linger in the window for much longer either though. “If you’re not interested in his offer you’re welcome to come along with me. I was going to check out the kitchen.” She wasn’t especially hungry but even Cici had a habit of nervous eating every now and then. It was probably one of those rare but redeeming qualities that kept people from assuming she was anorexic. That was neither here nor there though. There was the potential for conversation here and she wanted to make the most of it provided that he came along. Too bad she wouldn’t remember much of that. She’d had this dream before. Or was it a nightmare. It was always the same though. People darting in and out of blurred vision as she fought to escape the sedation. Hushed voices, rough hands. It was almost to the part where she’d wake up in a cold sweat and realize that it was all a dream which in and of itself was a strange occurrence. You see, Cici didn’t sleep all that often since the Dawn. So it took her a mind a few seconds longer to realize that perhaps something was wrong and she should try to really wake up now. But that can be dangerous business these days. Though Cici didn’t realize it just yet she was fighting in her sleep. It started with the thrashing. Later she would vaguely recall the resistance as something akin to being inside a wet paper bag. Of course she wouldn’t be able to understand all of this for a little while longer. The water should have woken her then and there but it didn’t. It would take Cici another hour or so before she’d wake and it was far from peaceful. It was hard to tell what woke her exactly. The sedatives had worn off for the most part but there were a lot of other things going on right now. Pain on her face. Like the feel of fresh cuts. Then there was the salt water in her eyes. That didn’t help at all. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe without being hurt. Ripping the mask off her face she thrust herself towards the surface of her aquarium. It didn’t hurt to open her eyes there but once she took a breath she thought she might just die. Her lungs constricted and her stomach rolled over and in on itself. Can’t think. Can’t breathe. Need air. Reattaching the mask was her only option. Even if it did hurt. And a single thought started to enter her mind. If she were here then where were the others? She hadn’t thought to look for them and couldn’t now. All she could do was wait. Kick. Kick. Two by two. She eventually gave up trying to swim. The water was full of salt and she could easily float thanks to buoyancy. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. She had to slow her breathing. Had to make the pain stop. If she could just do that…bbmp, bbmp The sound of a beating heart filled her ears. Her heart. At least she had found a focus. The others began to wake up. One by one she could hear their screams and threats. She had nothing to add on. Too busy trying to focus and at a loss for words she pressed her hands against her prison and pushed. The electricity she let slip danced all around her. She could feel the current. Plastic perhaps? Hard to tell. It was even harder to keep mind working like this. Far too easy to slip out of sanity. They could scream and curse and ask all the questions they liked. The facts were that they were all trapped and it was easier to just play along until they could come up with a plan for escape. If she could keep her head on straight. Keep quiet. Low profile. Let him play with the loud ones. |
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One might think it was strange to sleep through all this. Even without the help of sleeping gas or whatever it was, the dragon probably would have slept through it anyway. When she felt safe, she slept like the dead. Add jet lag? … is there something deeper than sleeping like the dead? If there was, she could TOTALLY do that. Something was funny when she woke up though…had someone turned the AC on high? That was kinda mean… after all, what if she was like other reptiles and had serious issues with the cold. As it was, it felt like she was sitting on her porch at home, years and years ago. Not something she was fond of doing, but at least her arms were warm! Her legs, not so much. Instincitvely she tried to bring them up to her chest and found they were… Ewww… sticky stuck… That was when her eyes opened and she realized… she was not where she was when she fell asleep. Not that this was a strange feeling. It had happened an unnerving amount of times before. Times she tried not to think about at all, and times that started to rush back as she tried to move forwar.d Nothing, she was secured to one of the walls, and how well, she couldn’t think about. At least the jacket was warm… Her tail flicked back and forth, left free as it had been. Quickly, she curled it into her lap. Ooo was that a sparkle? It was a green dot of light that pulled her attention away from anywhere else it had been, leading her eye toward the ceiling of her box and seeing that she was not the only one in trouble. People were hanging from awkward things… there was even a dark box that looked a lot like… Um… maybe she wouldn’t dwell on- PINK! To the other side now! More people floating when the light disappeared and her attention jolted around. Glances up proved even more perturbing. Aww… poor Tails… ooo… he was spinning. She watched that carefully. Looked like he was stressed though wonder why he looked so- BLUE! Her feathered tail twitched. Want. Chase. Sparkles. Now. It drew a bit of an annoyed whimper from her mouth, but not as much as when the man showed up. Oh… Oh no… not again. This wasn’t a game? The bitter cold sensation rushed over her again, and not just on the outside from her box. No… this was happening again. Once again, she wanted to curl up in a ball, but she couldn’t. Instead, she tried to point her attention on the man instead. A prison…well… better than a lab again, right? He asked for questions, and one came to mind but just as it reached her tongue. “Ooo… Yellow~!!!” Attention lost… it took her a moment to bring it back to focus on the man. But, when she did so, another light teased the edge of her vision. “RED~!” She was distressed, really. It showed in the flicking of her tail. But…this was fairly mild compared to the poking and prodding she’d endured before. |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Dec 8 2010, 09:24 PM Post #19 | ||||
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Ah crap. I forgot the states sucked for Evos... me and my mouth. Cicely's statement with a smile reminded him of the truth. The same truth that meant the person playing host to them was probably terrified of letting this many Evos in one house. Talk about needing a good insurance policy. Was that why the meeting got put off? Coffee had his brain working at a mile a minute. "Me? Middle of nowhere, Scotland. Quaint little place where fifty percent of people still think television is sorcery." At this point he received an offer. Well two really, as one young gentleman with white hair announced he was going for a drive. The other of course came from the girl directly in front of him. All teenage impulses aside, allow the first consideration to be a motivation of the spacial variety. Mansion? Very open, tall ceilings, potential for food, and comfy looking furniture. A car? Probably just as cramped as the airplane. Lance might have a tolerance and a degree of patience when it comes to such things... but given free choice he would gladly take staying comfortable. "...I think I'll stay here. We just escaped twenty hours of cramped spaces and earned the chance to find real food." A girl with the oddest assortment of black and purple hair (and was there something sticking out of it atop her head? Made a comment about barbecue, but this was the last thing that Lance clearly remembered. Past that, he remembered feeling more and more tired. Did he drop his coffee on the ground? On himself? It did not matter. He slept a dreamless day, night, or however long it had taken their hosts to make these preparations. At last he awakened with a dull groan, and immediately tried stretching out as part of instinct. Needless to say, that did not work at all. Sleepy giant was now grouchy giant. The Hell? Did I fall asleep in a box? His eyes opened to get the extent of the answer. For one thing, he was laying on his side in the air. Some of his traveling companions were visible, most notably Silver and Vahn were several meters below him. Out of instinct he realized that humans, especially three hundred pound humans, do not float. A hand reached out and slapped the floor of the cell just to make sure there was a floor. Ah right... Otherwise I wouldn't be lying on the ground. But WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE ARE WE? His next instinct was to stand up, which was another mistake. One large thwack gave a solid sound as the Scot discovered his accommodations apparently had a ceiling. "Great. Another cramped space." Truth be told it was nowhere nearly as bad as some of the other accomodations that he could see. For example, far below him sat the boy that had been attempting to leave, spinning around in varied speeds. Silver and Vahn were tied down and put in clothes that made him quickly find other places to look. The hell is this place? One of those fetish clubs for Evo abusers? Whatever this place was, it annoyed him. Perhaps annoyed is the wrong word. Lance was smart enough to figure out he had been duped by the trip. Someone or some group of people were playing games with Evos because Evo rights were not rock solid like human ones. Whether this was just a sick fantasy nightmare or an attempt to imprison what could be considered 'dangerous' people, this was an operation built upon hate. Built upon purposeful ignorance to the ideals of equality. His tongue let a comment slip as he considered (while hunched over) what to do. "Thou shall not judge... unless convenient. God have mercy upon us, because we don't for one another." And just how much mercy would I show the bastards that put us in here? If given the chance, would I just forgive them and walk away? Would I take a blade to them? His eyes darted to the shining iron scar across his left arm. The mark that he had taken for asking Senkio just to show what the red head could do with a blade. Ah ha! I told him, if ya can't fight in a tight space... ya don't deserve to fight in an open one. So what's a caged animal to do then? Act like an animal? Sub human or not, there were things that needed to be found out about this cage he had been put in. Potential answers to be gained from attempting to learn about the environment. For starters, Lance wondered how big around it was. With his feet he traced all the ground edges while his attempted to think of the spacial dimensions. This is one tiny damn box, that's what the size is. Now, does it have airholes? Logically a prison cell tended to not have solid walls over the side used to deposit an inmate. His steps told him so very little about what kind of material had been used to build this. It was sturdy enough to hold him but felt as though it could either be solid or meshed through the shoe. Problem was his hands would tell less. They could not feel a damn thing, grasping objects was a trained reaction instead of a natural ease. Still, out of curiosity he tried feeling the 'inner' wall of his sanctum, the one that looked down toward the center far below. As it touched, Lance swore the temperature of the entire room increased a notch. He touched again, and felt another rise. So no touching then. Probably damn durable stuff. Don't know if its just a neat trick or if it transfers my heat all over the thing, but I'd best stop. No need to build an 'Evo Bake' oven here. Yet the curiosity was killing him. Was this made of metal? Was it solid or mesh? What would the durability of it be? "Either a super alloy with purposeful low creep temp, or one of those 'magic' metals I've not seen before. They did their research on me, probably everyone here. All the same..." We're fucked. Those words would not be muttered aloud on the basis that others had it much worse then he did. Yet being trapped here in this small cage was its own kind of hell. This was not the way a man died. Not the way a Lothorum went to hell. Perishing in a cage may as well have been perishing on the knees. He sat down Indian style to confide in himself, and consider both motive and course of action. Grandfather made me swear not to take up a blade. Even my own father, who built blades, believed in that oath. They swore to never take human life. Pa even swore it further by going out and breaking blades built by the family. But the importance isn't in the steel. It's in deciding to take another human being's life from them. Would you... would I do that? I've burned a man for hurting my family, cast judgment upon him and swore it upon those he worked with. But I've only sworn to my family that I shall not wield a blade. Never said I wouldn't kill a man. If I have to, it won't be with steel. Let sinner bare stain of blade upon hand, let not the sin stain the earth nor works of better men. So by my bare hands; if I must kill... If I must judge, I pray it might have purpose. Breath escaped the lungs slowly so that the body could listen to a heartbeat. From the stress of the situation and the heat created from his mistakes, it beat faster. Fast was alright, but it set a mean working pace. Well, not going to test the waters by working a desk job are we? Lance's body begin to shift, his hands held up in the free space near his chest so that they could do no harm. His back stretched out while his feet straightened to again find the invisible wall over the center of the room. Thanks to how little space their was, Lance was propped up against the wall to brace him. The heels did some digging just to find the junction, then compacted a foot back. The heart would signal when to begin. One two three strike! In harmony the feet lashed out, kicking against the junction as hard as they could manage. The cage might be durable, but it was still a cage. Perhaps they took his hammer away, but from Lance's size alone each foot could be considered a hammer. This was just a new way to do the leg press, with a fantastic weight limit set. There was no pause before the next strike. The heartbeat set the pace just as it did over the anvil. He did not look down to see what had or had not happened. Instead he focused on watching those hands to make sure they went nowhere and brought no harm. Again and again his feet lashed out against the wall, each time his face winced just a little more. Within the tenth strike, changes happened down below. The man's voice echoed up triumphantly, reminding Lance just how far from freedom (let alone the ground) he currently was. Just you wait til I'm out of this cage and down there with ya. Then I'll be giving a full review asshole. Some of the others were shouting for help. Though he considered for a second (in between foot pounds) shouting something mildly stupid just to distract the man some more, the timing demanded that for now his breathing focused on keeping the heart at the same beat. Besides, actions always spoke louder then words, and men didn't ask their captures for help with escaping, or for comfort options inside a prison. All he could do for now would be to drive his feet against the meeting of that junction until either it gave or his feet went numb. Either way it was something to do until a new option presented itself. |
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| Phantom | Dec 12 2010, 07:08 PM Post #20 | ||||
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“What are our crimes?” "Let us out! Please let us out!" "CAN YOU GET ME OUT OF HERE!?!?!" "Silver? Gina? Are you alive?" "Let me out Now!" "Ooo… Yellow! ...Red!" Everything they said resonated through the entire chamber through some unseen device. The man in the center chuckled at the noise. "None of you are leaving this facility at any time in the forseeable future or after, so I'd advise that you quit wasting your breath with that request." Then, his voice hardened. He took the the time to respond to one of the only rational-sounding voices coming from the crowd. He seemed impressed, too, that Falque had actually thought to even ask that particular question. "What are your crimes? Are you so thick that you are truly oblivious to your crimes against humanity itself?" He sighed. "Very well. I suppose you have the right to an answer, regardless." He was cut short before he could give an explanation, as he seemed utterly shocked to watch Silver escape from a part of her containment. He hissed, and spoke into what would, from a distance, look like some sort of oddly-shaped watch on his left wrist. "Attention all staff members. Whoever was responsible for the dog's- that is, prisoner K17-837-462-A5 by I.D. File- temporary containment arrangements is to be served for its meal tonight. That is all." He then turned to face her, and grimaced. "You brought this on yourself, dog." He raised a hand and snapped his fingers at the air once. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the cage around Silver glowed red with some sort of power- not heat, as it would be easily detected if that were the case. The metal suddenly split into what looked like countless threads, before almost instantaneously wrapping around Gina and twisting into a fine weave of a vaguely wolf-shaped cast. It was ridiculously tight, and what felt like miniscule spines would jab into her flesh all about, the cast covering everything except her head and neck. The lump was more solid than it had any right to be. She would then fall like a rock to what was left of the metal cage floor, the whole process having taken only a little over a second. "I would advise you not to change your form again." He said mildly, before addressing the others. "Before I go on, would anybody else like to make a poorly-planned escape attempt? No? Good." Needless to say, it would have taken quite an imagination to identify Gina's actions as an 'escape attempt', but that's neither here nor there. He glared up at Lance's box and snapped again. The container shrank, collapsing in on itself, but only by a few cubic inches. This was more of a warning to cut it out than a direct attack like the one launched on Silver. "Now, if there are to be no further interruptions..." he let that hang in the air for a moment, letting whether or not he was aware of the absurdity of the comment float away, "I will continue. You have all been arrested for your crimes against humanity." It was a very punctual tone. "We of this foundation have always believed taht every single human being is born equal, and has equal potential to pursue life, love, happiness, and property." His head dipped in some emotion. "At least, that every person did. The Dawn... the Dawn... the day when whatever Gods watch over this world went mad, the day when all thought of equality ceased!" He was practically roaring, now. "Power and weakness were granted at random! And worse... the magi. The magi have always been there, those who-... no, you who cheat in the game of life, who would seek some advantage over all of humanity! You make me sick! You've forced us to take your wicked power into our own hands to stop you!" He took a few deep breaths and regained his composure. "You are gathered here today for your trial, to determine your fate: Freedom in death for the innocent, imprisonment in life with us, or..." He grinned at this last. "...a true punishment for your crimes." After a moment, he clapped his hands together and said with a mild tone that could only be described as the end-all of horrible irony, "Well, we have a little longer before the meeting is scheduled, so if there are any other questions, you had best ask them now..." If anybody bothered to listen, they could hear strange, mechanical noises in the walls around them. Something was happening, though, if this man were to be believed, it would take a short while. If anyone managed to look backward to the wall behind their cells (transparency of the whole structure allowing), they would see large, circular panels on the wall begin to start rotating, painfully slowly... Edited by Phantom, Jan 1 2011, 10:47 AM.
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| Falque | Dec 12 2010, 08:03 PM Post #21 | ||||
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Falque had effectively stopped listening to the host immediately after his first sentence of an answer. Crimes against humanity was an inherently fallacious argument when used against Evos, a point Eric had made devastatingly clear as Falque witnessed him beat into the brains of other bigots. The host didn’t bring up any new points, merely the same iteration of flawed drivel that any young teen could coherently structure for their next debate paper. The only way that his argument made weight, was that no one had the power to argue back. Falque couldn’t see what was going on outside of his prison, and naturally could not see anything else. Only his ears, over the top of his racing heart beat and quickened and painful breathing, were able to sense anything representing reality. And even at that…just yelling, cries, and the rage of some disgruntled maniac. Falque shivered, the trickling blood of his back wounds were repaired by his black mantle, but he could not afford the energy to aid his burned limbs. Stretching or moving them would simply proliferate he pain. The padding beneath his feet would only last so long. Falque was merely borrowing time, time until he felt the cutting of the razor once more. All this pain…did the others have this as well? One sounded like she fell in a cage. I don’t want to be here Voices echoed unnaturally through the whole cell, and presumably everywhere else. Something certainly caused it. Magic, or technology like the LeFer’s acoustic weapon? Eric was in charge of it though…that couldn’t be it. I just want to go home The shaking worsened, Falque’s now exposed to somehow cool air. If it wasn’t razor wire, or laser light…it was now cold. Without even a scrap of clothes, the cool air nipped at him as his energy was sapped, and his emotions were beginning to crack. He couldn’t handle this, not for his powers. Everything, every idea and memory, was poison to his morale, destroying his hope. Falque shook and shivered, not really of the cold, but of the weight of his emotions seeping into his body, infecting him from the use of his power. Tears dripped out of his eyes, and his mouth fought to keep him from squealing. I just want Catherine |
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| Glumzambur | Dec 13 2010, 11:58 AM Post #22 | ||||
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No you can't read my POKER FACE!
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The good thing about temp relief was that it spared you pain and agony. However the bad thing was that it was temporary. Dom's clock for keeping the temperature was clicking fast, and it would only be a matter of time before he'd be forced to shut off the thermostat. Rather than go through the cold turkey (pun kind of intended) method of returning to the heat, Dom gradually returned the temp around him back to what it was. Of course the heat would swiftly bring it up to the insane levels of heat that it was. While this was going on of course, the villain of this lovely little asylum was doing the monologue thing villains liked to do. Dom tried to listen as best he could, however he was currently doing the dance of the insanely hot italian in a jail cell. Most of what he got was that, they (meaning Evo's) were swine and vile and all the stuff the lovely military told his father many moons ago. If dom ever met Commander Caid again, he'd be thoroughly sure to subzero ice punch his ass into the next century. However for now there were more pressing concerns, as in...how was he going to get out? Judging by the room, it was steel. Nothing fancy...just steel albeit heated. Letting that thought marinate, Dom just grumbled and kept moving around like a lunatic trying not to stay in one spot for too long. |
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| Silver Fang | Dec 15 2010, 11:22 AM Post #23 | ||||
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Silver wanted out of here, far away. How could humans be so cruel to take those of their kind and lock them up like this. Silver shouldn't have come to this place, she should have stayed on campus where it was safe. Silver hurt from forcing herself out of the jacket thing, it hurt a lot. but before she even had a chance to start to heal the evil man spoke to her, he was angry that she had shifted form and called her a dog. Silver growled she was not a dog, she was a wolf; cutthroat, wild, and fierce, not some lap dog. Before she could even get to her feet the metal on the cage snaked around her and formed some sort of cast. Silver couldn't move her body anymore, all she could do was move her head around. Silver felt the the tightness of the cast around her and the pinpricks of the metal, it made the wolf mage's breath come quicker and made her heart race. She was helpless, she couldn't do anything. Silver started looking around frankly trying to move. She needed out of her, she needed to run, she needed to be free. Silver tried to focus on the words but nothing was sinking in other than because they were special, which hadn't been their choose they were being put in prison. Silver began to growl and force her body to move, but all she did was cause herself move pain. Silver bowed her head with a whimper and let her body lose its tension. She was helpless and at the humans mercy, she couldn't fight. |
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| Vahn Eloc | Dec 15 2010, 04:21 PM Post #24 | ||||
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Leaves from the vine / Falling so slow / Like fragile tiny shells / Drifting in the foam...
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Vahn quieted down for the moment, listening to the man below him somewhere talk, answering questions as they were thrown at him, after enjoying the pain he was putting the Evo's and Magi through. Through his explanation, Vahn noticed Silver escape part of her confinement, only to be noticed by the man below as well as Vahn listened. He noticed everything the man said, and from Vahn's observation, the way he talked about the person that captured Silver. "It" had to be an Evo or Magi, being forced against it's will, or a machine of some kind, though the latter didn't make sense. Robots didn't eat. A snap of the fingers later, Silver's cage flashed red, but didn't cause burning- which meant magic of some kind, Vahn assumed. She was now strapped in a full body cast, minus the head and neck as Vahn struggled against the chain for a moment to keep up appearances. He shrunk Lance's cage as Vahn continued making observations. That snapping of the fingers cause everything to happen. It was either a signal to someone else hidden in the room, or the man himself was an Evotelluric or a Magi. Apparently, they had been arrested for crimes against humanity, and were to be put on trial. But through all of this, Vahn caught another line that only boosted his hidden knowledge- "You've forced us to take your wicked power into our own hands to stop you!" Which meant Vahn's first guess was right. They were caged by other Evotelluric and Magi that were in their control. The man offered a last chance for asking questions, and Vahn sat silent for a moment. No one said anything, so Vahn went first. Maybe it meant he was the only one that could. Maybe he was the only one that hadn't broke just yet. "I have a question," Vahn stated simply. "Who are you? I mean, more specifically, who are you? When you were talking, you said 'us,' so I just want to know that," he asked. If anything, it was so that he could have someone to blame for all of this. On top of that, if they were enslaving Evos to catch other Evos and Magi, that would give Vahn motivation to endure through all of this pain. |
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| Shadow Dragon 24 | Dec 19 2010, 01:08 AM Post #25 | ||||
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Evil people loved to talk. Perhaps talk is the wrong word. Evil individuals loved stroking their ego in moments when they thought all cards were in their deck. Unlike in the movies, where the hero has an ace up their sleeve, the sniveling bastard in the middle of this room really did have them all right where he wanted them. In cages, and quite trapped through unique situations. As for the reaction of one such person trapped inside a cage? Lance stopped thumping with his feet the very second things got smaller. Mind it was not the threat of being more cramped that halted him. In fact, basic mechanical knowledge would foretell that this would start giving Lance an upper hand. Force was a fickle creature like that. The smaller the cage, the better he could deliver his 'hammers' against the junction. It also was quite nice that a smaller amount of space had less ability to evenly distribute a force he created. This guaranteed nothing though. Lance's knowledge of metals ended with ones that could not shrink or distribute heat as how these ones did. While such a chance gave him hope, part of his mind bitterly reminded him that such elements could resist normal laws of physics. Yet all the same Lance stopped pounding. For one thing watching Silver be re-laced to her own torture device was harrowing, and for another... the gloating man had pissed him off. If its getting easier for me to hopefully do some damage, perhaps I can buy the others some time? Sure Lance, strike this one up on the list of REALLY STUPID things you've done in dangerous situations. Specifically what rubbed him raw was what the gloating man described as 'crimes against humanity.' While Lance was not particularly strong in much of American History, the ever quoted words of Thomas Jefferson being used as a slap in the face against every Evo was to say the least an insult. Being a proper Scot, Lance sought to inform his host of this. "Oy!" His deep voice boomed down the column that was a prison to all but one. It chuckled slightly in effort to further ebb the target. "I don't think that 'All men are created equal' means what ya think it means. First off, Thomas Jefferson owned slaves because they had a different skin color. That makes him every bit as hypocritical as you are wrong. Secondly, he states that men were merely 'created' equal. All Sinners beneath the eye of God, but we know that no man nor woman remains equal to this world. Or did you forget that not every man owns a mansion, and can feed himself or his family? How a man is raised, and how he acts for himself determines how that man measures up in the world. Even chance and fate play rolls in a man's life. So when you say 'The Dawn screwed up the system,' what you mean is 'The Dawn screwed up my wrongful definition of the system.' The Dawn did nothing but bring pain upon this world, but to punish... no; judge, at random? It's you and your corruption that should be caged." Another short laugh echoed down the chamber, but his own grand speech was finished. With a heavy sigh, the blacksmith leaned against his cage to close his eyes and focus on what the next course of action could be. Suppose we could start trying to help one another in these cages... but I can't do anything for the rest of these people. Not yet anyways. |
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