Y.Z. / z e r o / [M]

[parallelzero]

How many days had it been now? Three? Four? Could have been more, could have been less. The only way for the girl to factor the amount of passed time was the changing of the guards set at the end of the corridor of prison cells. Why was she here? Had she done something wrong? Sure, she was an illegal immigrant, but that wasn't why she'd been arrested by the soldiers of Carn. It all started with that mark that had appeared on her face, just below her right eye. Three lines of red, vertical, like the roman numeral for '3'. All of those locked up in this underground cell system seemed to be of similar circumstance, though they weren't permitted to talk.

It was dark, with only the light from the connecting hallway to light the passage connecting the cells. While she couldn't see them, she was aware of the shackles around her wrists. Tight, limiting, and with the ability to suppress mahstion, they were certainly good at doing their job. Even if she had the energy to stand, there was nothing a regular person could do with such restrictions to break free. She stood anyways, however, her butt cold from sitting on the dark, damp nothing. What was she sitting on? What lurked in the darkness? Insects, certainly. She had been woken by the sound and even feeling of having them run across her body. As a girl, she was utterly disgusted by the whole ordeal, but with time, she had to grow accustomed to it. She was going to pay these people back for treating civilians with such disrespect. One meal a day, no change of clothes or proper bathrooms... Did they want their prisoners to die?

"Where the hell are you taking me? You know, this isn't a very nice way to treat a foreign agent..." A voice could be heard echoing down the hallway. It certainly wasn't the voice of a soldier. A new prisoner? Whomever it was, his monotonous voice sounded to lack any conviction for escaping.

The voices got closer, and shadows covered up the only light source as two figures entered the hall of cells. The girl could make out the appearance of the first. A man with messy silver hair and golden eyes was pushed from behind, those eyes looking shiftily from cell to cell as he was forced along to his own. "May I ask a question?" There it was, that monotonous voice again. "Why are the women the only ones in rags?" He was quick to notice. For some reason, only the women had been stripped out of their clothes and thrown into rags. The implications were embarrassing, and it was all for the amusement of the soldiers.

Of course, the prisoner received no reply, and when he was forced into his cell, the girl got a good look at his wings. They were odd... reptilian. Much different from the yellow, butterfly wings she had, and she could safely say she'd never seen a pair like that before on any other individual. "Now how will I tie you up, Mr. One-Armed Gregar Spy?" The soldier inquired in a very non-serious manner. Now that he mentioned it... did hhe really only have one arm? The man was wearing a cloak, so it was very possible.

"You could not?" A lifeless reply.

"Right... I don't think so." The soldier smirked as he grabbed the silver-haired man's hand and lifted it up to a single shackle attached to the wall. A sigh escaped the lips of the prisoner, but no actual resistance was made. His job done, the soldier locked the cell and walked up the hallway, closing the metal door to the cells behind him, leaving the area completely unsupervised until the shift change.

Almost immediately after the sound of the closing door subsided, the sound of something dropping in the girl's cell could be heard. It wasn't long after that the darkness was forced away by light - the light of a flame that had gathered in her hands. Her shackles lay on the ground below her, the lock picked somehow, and her blond hair danced through a combination of the draft in the area and the wind being created from the heat her fionus.

"Could you do me a favor and stand back please?" Abigaile Viocci asked politely of the girl in the cell that she could now see across from her. When the bright pink-haired girl obliged, she fired a blast of fionus at the lock on her cell door, melting it clear off while just barely reaching the cell of the girl ahead of her. Pushing her own cell door open, she dashed towards the end of the hallway before concentrating a constant flow of fionus from her hand to weld the metal door shut. "That'll buy some time, at least..." She sighed, glancing over at a nearby desk, on top of which the cell keys were conveniently place. Quickly, she went around and unlocked each of the individual ten cells that were in the hallway, and powered down the mahstion restraining shackles via a switch on the wall.

The sound of a single shackle breaking could be heard as the newest arrival to the cell block shattered his own with a blade of dation. "Right, so... It's nice you let us out and all, but you plan on escaping... how? And how did you open your shackles to begin with?"

"A girl never tells her secrets~ Uh... through force?" The blond-haired girl replied as she tried to dust off the rags she was wearing. Fortunately, they covered the important areas, but there was a rip in the front that revealed her bare stomach. The sound of an alarm suddenly rang through the area. "Quick introductions!" Abigaile suddenly stood at attention, realizing their time was shorter than anticipated. "My name is Abigaile Viocci! Fionus user!"

"Elrick. Dation user." Another monotonous reply from the silver haired man. He looked at the rest of the group, and apparently a couple of them had chosen to stay in their cells in hopes they could avoid punishment. "What about you guys?" He inquired, looking at the three other men and one other woman. "Are you willing to fight?"​

 

[Legend]

Some part of Isaak had expected to be in this situation ever since he was stuffed in a bag. He had lost track of time but had suspected he had been in this cell, chained up to a wall for at least five days. No more than seven based on how hungry he was. Isaak definitely lost some weight given the limited nutrition his body was forced to reconcile with. The only thoughts that kept him from contemplating a suicidal escape was the reminder of how good food and alcohol could be. Then again, the stuff he was given was marginally better than the crap he came across in the Underground.

He kept himself busy in his dim, dank, uncomfortable cell with theories and daydreams. He already had enough difficulty sleeping earlier (unless he drank himself into a stupor), but chained to a wall with the lack of luxury he was treated to made everything only a few steps away from impossible. At least he had a bed…couch….thing in his old house. Keeping his mind active was probably the only thing that kept his mind from becoming deranged. While Isaak's fellow prisoners were not permitted to speak with one another, he was able to suspect and confirm with limited evidence that they suffer from similar circumstances. In other words, they also had the mark on their faces. In reality, Isaak was not entirely sure. It was a weak guess, really. Once Isaak was thrown into this cell system, he crossed off debt collectors and local gangs from the list of people that would bother to kidnap him. Isaak was generally not hated in the Underground outside of a select few. Those groups that did lacked the resources to have this elaborate of a system, especially with these chains that suppressed his powers. Also, Carn was supposedly behind this and why would they want him all of a sudden? It had to be that mark. It wasn't too logical of a case, but it is the only thing he had going. And when you eliminate all the possibilities, all that is left is the impossible.

That just have him a sinking feeling. Isaak disliked not having control of the situation. It reminded him of a life in Beta where he had to hide his wingless heritage. Those were grim days, full of frustration and back pain. Wishing he had a means of escape, Isaak squirmed around in his shackles for a bit.

"Well, that's not going to work….great," he said with a sigh. Looks like I am stuck here, Isaak thought to himself.

"Where the hell are you taking me? You know, this isn't a very nice way to treat a foreign agent..." An unfamiliar voice could echoed down the hall. It didn't sound like any of the soldiers Isaak recognized. Also the words were obviously spoken by a prisoner. Fresh blood. If only he did a better job hiding.

"May I ask a question?" The voice asked again with a monotonous tone. "Why are the women the only ones in rags?

Well shouldn't that be obvious? Moron. It is exactly as you think. And no, hoping you are wrong won't make it any less true.

Unable to get a good view of anything, the next bit of conversation pretty much all but implied the prisoner was dragged into his cell and chained up. Interestingly enough, it seemed the fresh blood only had one arm. It was curious but was probably nothing more than a fun fact. Those were generally pointless. Isaak's curiosity would only be satisfied it was a good story, but judging by the man's voice he could make a good story terrible with his drawl.

The guard eventually left with the clank of a closed door. Silence once again filled the room, leaving Isaak to his thoughts…if only for a moment. The sound of metal meeting the ground ringed in his ears. What was that? A few moments later, he heard doors open until a blonde girl arrived at his door, opening it with a set of keys. Soon enough, the shackles bonding him to the wall were unlocked as well. He was free, but nothing was making much sense.

Isaak stepped out of his cell, meeting up with the blonde girl and the silver haired, one armed man. The newcomer clearly.

The sound of an alarm suddenly rang through the area. "Quick introductions! My name is Abigaile Viocci! Fionus user!" The blonde girl said abruptly.

"Elrick. Dation user," said the newcomer. "What about you guys?" He inquired, looking at the three other men and one other woman. "Are you willing to fight?"

"Isaak," he said with a slight smirk. It seemed this Elrick kid was a bit on the serious side. Good, it meant he wasn't going to waste too much more time. Hopefully he wasn't as stupid as Isaak suspected him to be. "Isaak Artas. Lionus user." He scratched his head a bit, stumbling on a way to answer Elrick's question. Isaak wasn't a fan of fighting, or violence for that matter but… "If it gets me out of this place, fine. I'll fight. I have a few scores to settle anyway."

 

[SV]

Ross groaned as he turned over onto his back, his body aching. It was a dismal place from what little he could actually make out given the amount of light present, and probably even worse if he could see everything else. However, to Ross, the worst part about all of this was that he had to be confined to a small cell, with no sight of the sky, and a dim light at the end of the corridor to accompany these dark and cold walls. He hated the idea of sitting here shackled and caged, with no sign of escape present. Ross was starting to fear that he may end up being here for quite a while.

It didn't help either that the soldiers seemed to be giving Ross 'special' attention as well compared to the other prisoners. At first, he assumed everyone was receiving the same amount of punishment, but the longer he stayed, the more he realized they were making sure his time was just a tad more miserable. It didn't take long for Ross to figure out this was mostly due to Ross's desertion of Carn a little over a year ago. Ross's first assumption was that the rest of the prisoners, what little he could see of them, were also deserters, and Carn was bringing them back. But would they really put that much effort into simply tracking down deserters? Ross assumed not, and his affirmations were confirmed when he realized that, while the others weren't by any means getting five-star treatment, Ross was probably getting the worst of it.

Ross lay back and folded his arms behind his head, looking up at what he believed to be was a sealing, but was just plain unsure without enough light to see. But his useless contemplation was suddenly interrupted by the most interesting thing that had happened all day. A voice was heard, from the sound of it, another prisoner was being brought in. Ross immediately popped up from his spot at the sound, and looked over to try to get a glimpse of who it was, but with the dim light barely able to catch a good look at him. He only heard his voice, which sounded so boring and dull that Ross felt he died a little inside. Ross sighed and fell back onto the cold ground, going back to his original position.

This was supposed to be the highlight of my day?

There was a few exchanged of words between the prisoner and guard that eventually culminated in the newcomer being put in the exact position all the others were: trapped in these tiny cells for what would probably be a long time.

Or maybe not. Ross heard the clanking of metal, perhaps chains, and a cell was suddenly illuminated with the light of fire, coming from the hands of one of the female prisoners, a blonde-haired girl by the looks of it.

"Could you do me a favor and stand back please?" The girl asked another prisoner in the cell adjacent to hers. The prisoner obliged, and a moment later, a blast of fire destroyed the lock on the door. Ross popped up once more from his resting place, excited that she escaped, and hoping she wouldn't leave the rest of them to their fate inside these cells. For a moment, that seemed like exactly what she was planning to do as she sprinted for the metal door at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, hey! Don't just leave us here like this!" Ross called back at her, only to see that she didn't go to leave, but merely to weld the door shut. He sighed in relief, and held a reassured smile on his face. Eventually, the girl got to Ross's cell, and he was also let out. Ross stepped out and cracked his back and neck. "Ah…yea, that's the spot!" He stated as he adjusted his neck in all manner of positions to get all the bad vibe of the cell out of it.

"Right, so... It's nice you let us out and all, but you plan on escaping... how? And how did you open your shackles to begin with?"

The girl Ross didn't know how she had done it either, but truth be told, he didn't much care. He was out, and that was all that mattered. Now he had to focus on staying out, and kicking some butt. At least that was what he hoped the plan was. He was never one for guile or secrecy, and the thought of sneaking out irked him. However, the sound of the alarm ringing through reassured him otherwise.

"Quick introductions! My name is Abigaile Viocci! Fionus user!" The blonde haired girl said. The silver-haired newcomer with the dull voice responded next. This was the first time Ross had gotten a better view of the man, appearing to have long silver hair and apparently missing an arm. "Elrick. Dation user. "What about you guys?" He queried the rest of them that elected to leave their cells, which besides Ross included two other men and a woman.. "Are you willing to fight?"

"Isaak Artas. Lionus user." A man with a dark blue collared shirt and a vest replied, with a slight smirk emerging on his face. He seemed to ponder a response as he scratched his head. "If it gets me out of this place, fine. I'll fight. I have a few scores to settle anyway."

"Call me Ross!" Ross replied with a huge grin to Elrick. "Eation user." Ross then stepped forward and proceeded to smash his fist of one hand into the open palm of the other, not needing to ponder anything about the question. He lived to fight, after all. "Hehe! A fight? Thought you'd never ask!"

 

[Loki]

As loud as her shocking pink hair, Mimi was not one to sit still and quietly. Whether there were consequences or not, she was hardheaded and stubborn, and so through a combination of lots of yelling and snarky remarks, Mimi ended up with her mouth stuffed shut with a wad of cloth in her mouth and a sweaty, smelly scarf to bind it in place. As if being gagged wasn't demoralizing enough, the smell of body odor was not adding at all to the ambiance of her prison cell. She'd only been here for a short period of time—at least, she'd yet to see any other prisoners brought in, and there were very obviously others in this compound by the sound of the soldiers' conversations. The first few hours had been spent with hot tears of anger at her wholly unfair circumstances—she hadn't done anything, so why was she here? She wasn't even that curvy, so what was the point of taking away her favorite racing outfit and replacing it with these rags? While she couldn't deny that she was highly bothered that she'd been stripped, her lack of awareness as a girl let it slide for the most part. It's not like she had any boobs worth looking at anyway, she'd reasoned to herself at first.

She sighed, or well, tried to if not for the gag in her mouth. Here would have been the point in which she'd have resigned herself to her fate, if it hadn't been for the sound of the main door opening once again. Now this would've been nothing extroadinary, save for the voice of someone new, and unfamiliar, stating very clearly that he too was not here by his own will. She perked up, bright eyes widening in an attempt to see the newcomer through the dim lighting. A man, silver haired—wings and the tell tale number on his cheek. She listened, straining her ears as he was pushed along to another cell, and after the soldiers had exited once more, all was as quiet and boring as before his arrival.

Mimi hung her head, tired, wanting to go home, and wanting her god damn clothes. This sucked—a lot.

Suddenly the sound of metal clanging lightly against each other brought Mimi's attention to the cell across from her, where flames had erupted from the hands of the blonde girl who had been her only view for the past day or so. A fionus user—

"Could you do me a favor and stand back please?" Mimi jumped a little, surprised at the sound of her voice but made a muffled sound of agreement, scooting backwards until her back hit the wall of her cell. A burst of fire and the blonde girl was free, running around for what Mimi hoped were keys to unlock the rest of the cells. Her shackles suddenly undid themselves, and she immediately lifted her hands to undo the muffle, struggling with the knot for a few minutes in which she could hear the other prisoners scrambling out and about as well. As soon as she ripped it and the cloth away from her mouth, Mimi took a deep breath of relatively fresher air and let it out with great relief. "Finally!" She cried, getting to her feet and moving out of her cell. She could see the other prisoners now, and she could see that the blonde girl and her were the only girls—and the only ones who didn't have their clothes.

She registered each person quickly, garnering a first impression—but before she could get a good look at everyone, the alarm started blaring, and she looked up, her muscles tensing as she prepared to react to the slightest warning of recapture.

"Quick introductions!" The girl cried, and introduced herself as Abigaile Viocci, Fionus. Then came Elrick, with dation. Isaak, a lionus user, and finally, Ross, an eation user. "I'm Mimi!" She chirped raising her hand and not particularly caring that her rags didn't afford her such large movements. Over the blaring alarms, her voice pointedly more high-pitched and nasally than anyone else's. "Shouldn't we have a wation user too?" She padded barefoot along the cold floor, peering into the empty cells until spotting a man in unusually ornate clothing still seated calmly at the back of his cell. "Hey hey! Are you the wation user? What's your name? Are you coming or not?!" She pestered, pulling the door to his cell open.

He opened his eyes, looking up at her and regarding whether he felt it prudent to confide his information in this ragged woman. But he noted the number under her cheek, and his doubts were assuaged.

"You are correct, strange-haired girl. I am a wation user." He replied, getting to his feet and brushing whatever grime and dust had accumulated from his lack of movement off of his dark pants. "My name is Li Kong Tyueng, of Beta," He stepped out of his cell, sharp gaze doing a quick sweep of the group before taking a deep calming breath, centering his focus and turning to the other men, having identified that a male voice had been the one to ask the last question. "And I am indeed, willing to fight."

 

[parallelzero]

Elrick surveyed the gathered group carefully. A rather motley crew, but he'd been stuck with much less capable bunches before. The fact that all of them used a different type of mahstion was nothing short of amazing, though not as amazing as the shade of pink one of the girls' hair was. He dare not comment, though. It would waste too much energy, and if he'd learned anything about women in the past, its that opening your mouth unnecessarily is a good way to get hit or otherwise punished. "Alright then, I suppose it paid off to make the effort of getting a look into their equipment holding room, then..." The silver haired man murmured as a pool of dark energy poured up from the ground below them, only to fade away moments after, leaving both the weapons of the group and any clothing that had been removed. Dation was a rare mahstion, and it's ability to warp objects really was something to behold. The notion seemed to be just in time, too, as a sudden banging on the door indicated that guards had finally realized the door was welded shut.

"I'll be taking these!" The blond haired girl - Abigaile? - exclaimed as she reached down and picked out an outfit consisting of dark blues, creams, and golds, before quickly disappearing into the darkness, emerging moments later with the rags in her hand, very clearly on fire. "What would mother say if she saw me wearing something like that..." Only the ashes remained in her palm, and she discarded them onto the ground when she was done. Elrick would have to make sure to keep an eye on this one - she seemed strangely competent despite her appearance. And then... well there was the other girl. "You should get changed too!" Abigaile suddenly ran over to the other girl, apparently oblivious to the banging - or maybe she felt confident she could handle what was on the other side. "Wow, your hair is so pretty! Were you born with the colour that saturated?" Oh good, the other girl asked what he'd been wondering.

Reaching down, the man with dragon wings reached down and grabbed a chain, pulling it up and wrapping it around himself. At the end, a blade rested, black in colour. It was certainly a creative looking weapon. The volume of the banging nearby was escalating, so he glanced at the other three men. "Anyone good at close combat? They'll need to be in front, I'll wager."​

 

[SV]

Ross surveyed the others for a brief moment. The latest two to introduce themselves were a young girl with strange, bright pink hair named Mimi, and a wation user named Li Kon-something. Ross thought it too much effort to remember his full name. Li would have to be enough for him. He thought Mimi's hair was strange, but Ross immediately liked her as a person, finding her cheery front quite refreshing, especially given the discomfort (put mildly) they've all just been through. However, he found wation user Li a bit snobbish, but maybe that was just Ross's take. He was, after all, not the best reader of people. Abigaile seemed alright, but maybe that was just his gratitude clouding his perception given that she had saved them. As for the other two, Isaak and Elrick, Ross didn't have much of an opinion of them thus far. Both seemed kind of dull from what little they said, Elrick maybe more so if only from that droning impassionate voice. He sounded as if nothing concerned him, and never will. Still, the man was missing an arm. To others, that wouldn't be much of an aid in the classification of a man, but to Ross, it meant a lot. Correctly or incorrectly, Ross assumed the man had lost his arm in combat of some sort, and that made Ross optimistic about what kind of person he truly was.

"Alright then, I suppose it paid off to make the effort of getting a look into their equipment holding room, then..." Elrick stated, just as a bundle of Dation energy rose up from the ground below. Ross initially took a leap back, not knowing that the mahstion carried with it the weapons and other accessories of the group. Ross confirmed this at the sight of his halberd axe, which was among the weapons and remained in relatively decent shape. Ross ran to it, excited to be reunited with his weapon. He loved the weapon. It wasn't quite as elegant as a sword or blade, or quite as precise as other weapons, but it packed a wallop, and Ross knew for a fact nobody wanted to get struck with this weapon. The others had some interesting choice of weapons. He mostly liked the cane sword that the Isaak guy had, sneaky yet deadly, and the chain sword that Elrick had. It was strange: the two people he probably least liked a few moments earlier ended up having the best-looking weapons in his eyes. Not counting his own, of course.

"Anyone good at close combat? They'll need to be in front, I'll wager."

Ross stepped forward, knowing for a fact this role suited him best. He kept his characteristically unwavering smile on his face and spoke up. "I'm your man! Put me up in front and stand back. These guys won't know what hit them." He said, as he slung his giant halberd over his shoulder, and as he made the rotation chipping a bit of rock from the side of the wall without noticing, as perhaps an indication of the things to come. Reckless and oblivious, but effective.

 

[Loki]

Mimi stared wide-eyed at the bubble of Dation which revealed just what she'd wanted to see since her arrival here: her favorite outfit and her brass knuckled dagger. This Elrick fellow wasn't half bad in her books if he got her back her possessions! "Oooh thanks dation-dude!" She leapt forward, grabbing her clothes from the pile, careful not to cut the fabric on any of the nearby weapons.

Without nearly half as much reserve as Abigaile, Mimi simply left her rags on, turned around, and pulled on a pair of black panties and a shocking cyan blue bra, a very obviously not matching set. But Mimi wasn't the kind of girl who fussed over trifles like that-- she casually tossed the rags she'd been wearing aside and turned around in full underwear glory. At this point, she glanced at Li, wishing very much for a nice shower, but his stony expression told her not to push her luck. Instead, she conjured up a powerful gust of air around herself, blowing the loose dust and dirt off of herself and the others. Mimi then proceeded to pull on what seemed like the least important garments first, tugging on gloves and socks before shorts and shirt. She tilted her head at Abigaile as she inquired after the saturated pinks of her locks.

"Oh my hair?" Mimi brightened, "Well my natural hair is actually kinda like this super ruby red, but I think that's so boring! So I dye it pink! You can't even tell when my roots grow in," She yammered away, pulling on her jacket, and zipping it from the top down, "So I don't have to dye it that often, it's just--" She trailed off, as banging noises continued to interrupt her explanation, looking over at the door with an irritated expression. Well, now was probably not the best time to be talking about her hair care. She pulled her goggles over her head and her little black bat wings flapped angrily. "Talk about rude!" She exclaimed, tossing her dagger in the air and catching it in her grip so that the blade faced away from her thumb. Making a fist with her free hand she looked over at Elrick, slightly annoyed that he'd looked only at the men when inquiring after who was best at close combat.

"If you're talking close hitters, I'm your man!" Mimi interjected, grinning at Ross whom she had already labelled as a buddy for his specialization in close combat as well. She pumped her fist through the air, "I'll punch 'em to the Underground and back!"

Li stepped forward for the first time since introducing himself at this, picking up what looked like a Guan Dao and a string of smaller knives. He strapped the knives about his waist and twisted the long handle of his weapon, seemingly magically shortening it until it appeared to be nothing more than a normal Asian styled broadsword. "Delay means nothing more than more guards to converge upon that door. We should—"

"HIYA!" Without waiting for Li to finish his thought, Mimi had started a sprint at the door, tumbling into a front flip and kicking out the door with an explosion of pressurized air at her feet, blasting back the guards at the door.

"That is most inappropriate for a lady--!" Li began, but Mimi wasn't listening as she slammed her fist into the nearest Soldier's nose with a sickening crunch, turning around to look at the group with a grin and a thumbs up.

"Well hurry up, we haven't got all day!"

 

[Legend]

The group that Isaak had been stuck with had seemed capable enough. Elrick and Ross seemed more than capable of holding their own. Li was from Beta, so Isaak liked him if only because of comparable backgrounds, but Isaak was going to keep that a secret. He didn't need to know anyway. The two women were already chatting amongst themselves about hair and such that Isaak wished he had a drink in hand. At least then the conversation might of been interesting.

But then again, he didn't really need to hear the conversation. Elrick had saved the day and brought in weapons with his Dation powers. Isaak was bit perplexed on how Dation worked, but he wasn't complaining. But if it had teleportation powers, couldn't they just teleport out of here? That would save everyone a bit of trouble. More than likely, it only worked on "objects" making that only inanimate objects were capable of being wrapped from one location to another. Regardless of the fact, Isaak was thankful (only internally) that Elrick was capable of bringing them their belongings though it was a bit odd that everyone had weapons on hand. Well, odd because none of their weapons were particularly….concealed. Isaak took his cane, unsheathed the sword hidden in it to see if any damage was done to it and put it back into its sheath before using the cane to lean on. He could feel Ross admiring the weapon a bit. I guess the man never saw class like mine before.

Elrick, who looked to be armed to the teeth with chain blades, proposed a question to the men of the group: "Anyone good at close combat? They'll need to be in front, I'll wager." In a moment of total expectation, Ross volunteered with his halberd smiling like a child in a candy shop before swinging his oversized weapon around scarring the wall without noticing. Isaak felt his hand slowly rise to bury his face in its palm. Not only was he was surrounded by chatty women, an overly prim and proper man and some creepy one armed man, he was also surrounded by a brute who enjoyed fighting a bit too much. Knowing Isaak's luck, his head was going to be the victim of "friendly fire."

"I am a doctor, not a fighter," Isaak decided to chime in. "So I should probably stay ba-"

"Talk about rude!"

Oh great, who let the women in on this conversation?

So, Mimi was it? Whatever. Isaak was never great with names often bestowing nicknames to people after he learned about them. Mimi ranted on about how she was a "close hitter" and was going to "punch 'em to the Underground and back." Isaak winced at that line, knowing full well that it would take more than being a capable of "close hitter" to survive there for more than a few days.

Li became the voice of common sense and said that any more delay would probably be bad, of which Mimi was inclined to agree and blasted the door open knocking out a few guards. Li didn't like her getting her hands dirty but she simply continued wailing on the guards.

Isaak face palmed again and took a step to stand behind Ross. "Well, you know what you are doing…so protect the doctor. Since if I die…well, let's just say you are probably screwed."

 

[parallelzero]

Elrick has received a new title!
"Dation-dude"
+3 irritation
-5 dignity

A strange nickname you received
from the pink-haired girl. Didn't you
mention your name? Whatever.

Elrick said nothing as the two girls began chit-chatting away bout the hair of the more vibrantly coloured female. Normally he'd be annoyed by such a conversation at such a time, but his own curiosity in regards to Mimi's hair was getting the better of him - even if he'd never admit it. Truthfully, he wasn't too concerned about getting out of the prison. He could have just teleported them out with dation, but it would have drained him of energy, moving that many humans at once. He'd also overheard about the kidnapping of a Carn sacrifice or something at an event nearby on his way into the cell, so the soldiers were likely otherwise occupied for the most part.

"If you're talking close hitters, I'm your man!"

"But you're a girl!"
"...but you aren't a man."

Abigaile and Elrick's comments towards Mimi's outburst came almost simultaneously, but likely fell on deaf ears like the words of Li as she dashed off into the door, punching in the face of the first soldier she saw. The expression on the face of the blond girl seemed to be the combination of shock and admiration as the pink-haired female pretty much single handedly KOed a few of their attackers. "She's so cool!" She exclaimed shortly after, and Elrick could have sworn Abigaile was sparkling with admiration. Certainly not out of character, Elrick did not comment, and simply turned his attention to the escalating fight in the nearby hallway. This was a pain.

One of the soldiers, garbed in white and royal blue armor, suddenly got cocky as Mimi was otherwise engaged with another foe. Getting behind her, he readied to strike when a chain erupted from the ground below him, grabbing his leg and hooking into it with the blade on the end with a sickening crunch before being drawn into the black energy below him. When he could see once more, he found himself looking into the unamused, golden eyes of the one-armed prison who was dangling him upside down in front of him. "Tch." Was all the homeless looking man muttered before throwing his fist in a downwards hook into the face of the soldier, sending him flying back into the dation portal. Another portal opened in the ceiling above some of the other soldier, and the man fell on top of them with a number of confused screams. Bringing the enemy to him was so much easier than making the effort to go to their side instead.

Those that weren't caught up in the cluster of collapsed bodies would suddenly hear something whir by their heads at an extremely high speed, and an explosion sounded off at the end of the hallway. "That was a warning shot." Abigaile said plainly, catching Elrick's attention as he looked over at the girl. She held a strange object that looked like two red, circular blade held together vertically by an unknown force, a strange red wire running from the top of one to the bottom of the other to make a makeshift bow. A bow made of chakrams?
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[SV]

"If you're talking close hitters, I'm your man!" Mimi said, to which both Abigaile and Elirck responded on the obvious that she wasn't exactly a man. Ross chuckled a bit at this. "I'll punch 'em to the Underground and back!"

It appeared as though Ross's first impression of Mimi was spot on. Ross grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. Li began to speak up, but his thought was never finished as Mimi sprinted for the door and knocked it down with an shot of pressured air.

"Hey!" Ross yelled at her, "Save some for the rest of us!"

Ross grabbed his weapon with both hands, and prepared to run forward, just as Isaak began to speak to him from behind. "Well, you know what you are doing…so protect the doctor. Since if I die…well, let's just say you are probably screwed." Ross looked back at the man for a moment.

"You're a doctor, huh? Sweet! Ok, Doc, just stick with me, and you'll be alright!" He grinned at Isaak, giving him a thumbs up, before adjusting his goggles over his eyes, and running forward to the fight, yelling at the top of his lungs as he did so. "RAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Almost instantaneously it seems, Ross seemed to forget what he had said to the doctor, and push forward by himself. He lunged himself right at two soldiers, knocking them down while also collapsing with them. Ross quickly got back onto his feet, just as the two soldiers did as well. They struck at him with their own weapon, Ross not dodging them but instead striking wildly with his own weapon, trying to use his superior force to quell their attacks while still landing some of his. Ross flailed his weapon around like a brute, with not a hint of elegance or skill, but instead with mere force swift strokes. His halberd was dangerously thrashed about one way and then the other, as always Ross not taking into account that allies were closeby and his swinging having a few good chances of hitting them in the process as well. Yet that was always Ross's way, and it worked out pretty well for him so far. Eventually, through his constant nonstop swings, he landed two on the soldiers, one he smacked with the blunt side of the halberd right on the side of his face, while the other landing a bit cut across his body. Ross made sure the wound wasn't too deep through, as to knock him out instead of kill him. Ross looked up to see a group of soldiers on the corridor in front of him. Ross grinned at them, and let out his warcry, running at them head on. He tackled into one, but kept going and got hold of the second and third as well. Once all three were in reach, he used his eation power to set up a group of earth walls behind them. Ross dashed forward even more, holding onto the three as they crashed through the earth and broke each barrier, until all were broken, and so were they. Ross panted and got up, looking back to see one more soldier charging at him. He grinned and lifted up his halberd, and swung it right at the man. Unfortunately, because of the corridor's small width, the Halberd was suddenly stuck at the side of the wall.

"Uh-oh…" Ross said, as he tried to free the weapon from the wall. The soldiers got a huge smile on his face as Ross seemed to helplessly struggle with the weapon attached to the wall, not budging no matter how much he pulled to get it out. The soldier was in striking distance now, and it was at that moment Ross realized something.

"Wait, what am I doing?" He said, as he manipulated the earth around the halberd, causing it to pull out all at once, and because of the force of Ross's pulls, smacked inadvertently (but thankfully) right into the face of the soldier, knocking him out. Ross looked around, admiring his handiwork. He looked around at what the others were doing, catching a glimpse of Elrick's dation abilities, which Ross found pretty damn cool. He focused back on his own area, lifting up his weapon again, preparing to proceed to engage more enemies, when a sudden burst of…something went right by him, and caused an explosion at the end of the corridor. Ross looked back to see Abigaile with some sort of cool-looking bow of some sort, the likes of which Ross had never seen. "Niiice!" Ross said, appreciating the damage it caused.

"That was a warning shot." She said.

"Yea, and this'll be your warning hit!" He yelled, as he brought his halberd up over his head and charged in once more.

 

[Legend]

"You're a doctor, huh? Sweet! Ok, Doc, just stick with me, and you'll be alright!"

Maybe I will get out of this okay, Isaak thought to himself. Ross seemed like a capable fighter after all.

Almost too capable. This of course was proven when Ross charged into the fray and proceeded to fight with great fervor. This of course also led to Isaak being abandoned at the end of the group. While this position wasn't too bad, being that the medic is generally the last in any group to see combat, it also left him in a precarious position. Alone. With no meat shield to use.

"Lovely," Isaak mumbled under his breath before trying his best to follow Ross' carnage. This left minimal resistance for Isaak to overcome, allowing him to use his skills with his cane sword to easily enough overpower any guards that managed to reach him. It is important to note that Isaak never enjoyed fighting, but learned enough things to make him just as deadly as anyone else could be. His style relied more on analysis and quick thinking than raw force. He rather be subtle and sneaky. It allowed him to take advantage of things and be an opportunistic. He felt fighting, a normally boring activity, became more rewarding when you make it a puzzle.

The leftovers from Ross (in other words the guys he missed) charged at Isaak in a predictable fashion. He was able to sidestep one and trip with his cane, pivot around his lead foot and smack the next solider in the back of the head with his cane and then quick drew his blade to stab a third guard in the stomach. Isaak had no qualms against killing, as if anything it was more efficient to kill a man than to wound him. A wounded man could come back and kill you later. A soldier attempted to sneak up on Isaak in which Isaak was able to counter with a shot to the stomach with the hilt of his sword. Spinning around, Isaak sheathed his blade back into his cane and grabbed his opponent's neck, choking him and seemingly draining him of his energy. The solider fell limp to the ground with little life left in his eyes. "I was never a fan of doing that," Isaak said, before snatching a pack of cigarettes from the now drooling solider. Isaak examined the pack. They looked cheap, but he had to make do. It's been a while since he had one, and the stress of this whole thing was getting to his head. A quick smoke was the only thing that could help now. Though a drink would do wonders too. And some food. Oh, could he use some food. Good food, mind you. Then again, Isaak doubted that fugitives would be getting much quality cuisine on the run. This new group of his friends of his needed a plan, and sadly Isaak...well, he didn't have one yet.

Freeing one from its box, Isaak stuck the cigarette in his mouth and snuck up behind Abigaile, lightly tapping her on the shoulder. "Got a light?" he said, fully aware of her Fionus abilities. No way she was going to lie to his face.

 

[Loki]

Standing where he was, Li Kong did not lift his sword nor follow out of the prison room until near everyone had already jumped into the fray. He merely stood and observed as the pink haired girl—vulgar and uncouth, leapt forward and instead of opening the door as any decent person should have, busted it down and proceeded to beat up the soldiers on the other side of the door without a care in the world. Then the loud-mouthed man followed, hollering as if this were all a game. After such a long time of imposed silence, such loud voices were giving Li Kong a headache, and his desire to fight having already been quite small, only further diminished. As the others did a grand job of wrapping up the group of soldiers that had reacted first to the alarms, Li Kong sheathed his sword, stepping forward to put a hand on the center of his chest and bowing for a brief moment. From his position of respect for the defeated soldiers, he could hear a shrill voice gushing over the chakram bow that the Abigaile girl had conjured up earlier. "Oooooh! Thanks for covering me Dation Dude, totally didn't even notice the guy behind me ahahaha! Oh wow that bow is so rad blondie, you're super cool too!"

He straightened, resisting the urge to be irritated at her barbaric vernacular. Peace and calm, he needed to strive to keep a cool head in a situation like this and find the best way to get out and get home. He walked briskly past the unconscious and some dying bodies, clearly unconcerned with the fact that he had not contributed to the prior battle at all. Walking forward without a word to any of the others, Li Kong put a hand on the metal door at the end of the hallway, stilling himself to listen for any enemies on the other end. At the deafening silence on the other side, his concentration somewhat broken by the chattering sound of the vulgar monkey behind him, ("Wowie! A doctor that is so neat-- so then doesn't that mean you're like, really smart?!") he turned the large metal latch to swing the door forward, ready to give a good uppercut to anyone who may have been standing before him. But as expected, the stairwell was empty—a trap? Regardless, it seemed to be the only obvious way out of the dungeons, and so he looked over his shoulder to announce his decision to head upstairs. Li Kong only ever got so far as to opening his mouth before a blur of shocking pink color flew past him. He blinked, a look of momentary surprise registering on his face as he peered up the staircase as though unsure of what just happened. But judging by the voice, it was very clear what happened.

"Yahooooo! You snooze you lose Rossinator!" She yelled happily, her voice echoing down the stairwell and another door banging open at the top, "I bet I can beat up more cronies than you can!" Li rolled his eyes, looking back at Ross as though this ridiculous attitude was his doing. Of course, he didn't blame Ross for all of it—no, clearly 90% of the problem lied with the girl. But Li Kong certainly did not condone encouraging it, and that had been exactly what Ross had done earlier. He stepped up the stairs calmly and cautiously, only to find the so called "Mimi" girl standing with her arms behind her head, looking rather idle amidst a spread of empty beds and other living arrangements in a large open space.

"You're slow!" She announced, running up to Li and the others, "Nobody's home!" Mimi took the liberty of waving her arm around as if Li could not discern this for himself. He walked past her, ready for any ambush or sign of attack—but there was none. Highly suspicious. He continued to maintain his silence, looking back to the other two males Isaak and Elrick, the two he had decided were probably the only ones with an even head on their shoulders in this ragtag group. He looked around, unwilling to leave his eyes in one spot for too long.

"This may be a futile inquiry, but if anyone is aware of the layout of the Carn prisons, they should lead the way. I was unfortunately unconscious at the time of my imprisonment."