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|||===Elyria Stormblade===|||

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"Good work getting rid of the help. He seems a little denser than the average dipshit."

Elyria eyed her new acquaintance, trying to take guesses what he was, and why he was here. Eating off her spoon was a bold move, and she could respect that he was calling her out directly. Subtlety had its place, but arrogance got things done.

He seems to have no idea what's going on here. Maybe he's not actually a mutant, maybe he just has bad fashion sense and got caught up in the wrong crowd. I doubt the idiots running this joint could tell a mutant from an eggplant if it wasn't throwing fireballs.

"And no, they'd only be so lucky if I tried to bite one of them. They're afraid I'll start stealing weapons and busting my way out, I'd assume. But that's not that interesting, I want to know why you're in here. Make a few friends a bit above your skill grade?"

Elyria leaned forward, stretching her elbows so, despite the straightjacket, she could offset some weight onto the table for comfort- not that she had much weight to shift. Posture, language- she couldn't use her abilities in here, so the only way to make sure she had some respect in this place was to make it seem expected.

They don't teach you this sort of thing in school. I'm glad I never went.

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◄▼▼ Christine Grave ▼▼►
Location: Cafeteria


User ImageConfinement. A prison that not even an animal could appreciate. The whole situation was beneath anything that a person could consider hospitable. Yet there she was, simmering in the higher security cells in the lower, darker parts of lab 003, where the young woman stirred, craving to let loose and paint the walls red. In those parts of the lab, the mutants there were marked more as lost causes, mutants who were not just out of hand, violent, and marked as highly dangerous, but beyond anything people wanted to consider even close to human. Perhaps in their looks, perhaps in their personalities; but one thing was for sure, those mutants down below were worthy of heavy security, and a real danger to society, or even the lab itself if proper measures weren't taken.

And there below lied one girl who wanted to set the world on fire; Christine Grave. A violent, bloodthirsty young woman who's mutations were noticed instantly, and she had a serious temper to match. Her cell was guarded non stop, and the extremes they took on her were beyond acceptable for a normal person to find comfortable or human. The bars were made of thick steel fiber. She was restrained in a four-armed jacket that was always made uncomfortably tight. They kept a mask over her nearly at all times, even implanting an electrical charge through it if she ever got out of hand. And of course, her cell was under constant watch, the girl doing nothing but yelling at the guards and swearing death on them as she tried to find out just what even brought her here to begin with. ...Well, she knew the reasons why to an extent, the girl was a criminal and a murderer, plain and simple. But the way they had caught her, it all was still a bit of a fog to her, the copper taste of blood still faintly remaining in her mouth from her fight.

It was more fuel to the fire in her soul, a fire that was ready to be unleashed the moment the opportunity arose. And when she found that chance-
'I'll crush this place in the palm of my hand and every living thing in it.' 'Rage' was an understatement for her, the moment she saw an opportunity, there was no telling what she'd do. For now though, she was taken out of her cell though, the mutant girl shackled to a wheeled, upright device to keep her from moving, guided by a guard. A four-armed straight jacket kept her locked in place, the restraints so tight it made it hard to breath, pushing her ample chest up uncomfortably and locking her arms in a position that was a constant pain. As well, her face was covered with a dull brown restraint mask to keep her from biting or spitting the acidic substance inside her. Yellow eyes behind cracked glasses would glare at her surroundings as she was guided into the cafeteria, arguing with the guard the entire time. "Let me out or I'll tear you to pieces! I'll make you beg for a painless death! You think this will hold me- Yaagh!"

She was yelling at the guard, struggling the entire time, unable to move much at all, but still throwing her weight around in her frustration and anger, wanting nothing more than to break free. However, the moment she tried and was practically dripping acid from her teeth, the girl felt an electric charge run through her, causing her to give a shrill, loud, growling pain of anger. ...It was her braces; they had lined it with an electric charge, and as it triggered, she twitched a few times and threw her head back screaming, before a moment later, she went limp, smoke coming from out of her mouth. The moment didn't last long though, her hair shadowing over her face a little as she growled, hardly taken down for long after that.
"Nice... real smooth. You just signed your deathwish." The girl muttered quietly, glaring at the guard who was pushing her cart along and had that control over her to shock her.

Only now realizing that all of the mutants in the cafeteria could see this, the tall, platinum blond haired woman with red antenna's sprouting from her cranium didn't care. Instead she gave a nasty, despicable grin at those who gave her dirty looks, like she was more than happy to challenge anyone who had anything to say, Christine practically daring them. The mask hid most of her smile, but the feeling was there; she was ready and willing to tear someone up. Still, she was placed at a table currently alone as the guard was taking her out of the restraining, wheeled device, and sitting the strait-jacket wearing girl down. She growled, looking down at the slop placed before her, and she glared down at it, then back at the guard.

"The Hell's this? You're mom cook this s**t?" The girl spat out her words with every desire to make the guard uncomfortable, practically instigating another shock against her. The guard told her it was meant to be eaten, but she refused. No doubt she'd get someone to sit with her at some point, as all of the mutants were usually seated with another as pairs it seemed, like it was protocol or something. But for now, the tall, menacing but restraint, four armed woman was on her own, forced to eat her slop through a large straw that went into the small mouth-hole of her mask. The guard practically dropped the straw on the table, like he was taunting her to eat with it, even though in her current position, it was going to be difficult to grasp it unless someone actually placed it into the slot of her mask. Instead, she didn't bother and would cast her golden eyes at the stocky young male guard who was forced to watch her, ready to mess with him some more. He clearly wanted to shock her again, not at all liking his job in looking after her, but for the temperamental mutant, she was ready to just harass him instead. "Tell ya what, you take the first bite, maybe then I'll- AAAGH!! ...********] Another shock rattled through her teeth and coursed through her bones, a bit more smoke coming from her mouth and out of her mask, the girl panting for breath for a few seconds before growling in a feral manner. At this rate, they were probably going to put her in some solitary confinement or abuse her later, that much was quickly becoming certain, already having a lot of attention in the cafeteria cast her way, and not in a good way.


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░▒▓ Will W. Wallace ▓▒░


Will entered the room shortly after Christine, a guard half-heartedly walking behind him, a coy grin on his face as he recognized his luck at having the most docile patient. His guard strolled off to grab a plate of food as Will situated himself next to the unnecessarily loud and angry bug.

He sat quietly in front of her, metal arms limp at his sides, and just patiently watched her fume at the shock she endured.

"Calm down. If you want to live a successful life, you shut up when other people have power over you. You can be angry, you can plot, but few plans thrive when you resist over every minor detail. Cooperate, make your enemy weak in its trust, and then you strike. You look powerful, I would recruit you to my cause, but I do not ally myself with fools."

He stared at her without pause, unaware of the directness of his speech. He had calculated his words to be facts, and to disagree without evidence would just be proof that she was unworthy of his friendship.



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♦ ♦ ♦ Stefen Celer ♦ ♦ ♦

Stefen stiffened at the question that had just been addressed.

Well, Uh..

Stefen paused and cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

I'm in here because I got in a fight.

Not entirely a lie, so you're off to a good start.

I was drunk and things happened that I couldn't prevent.

Alright, doing good, keep going.

After said incident occurred, I woke up in a holding cell area and shortly after I was escorted to this room for some sort of meal.

Speaking of which, where is my food? I asked nicely, didn't I?

Stefen let his gaze drop away from the girl that he was talking to. He hadn't gotten her name yet, and wasn't sure that he wanted to. With a sigh Stefen thought to himself

Here goes nothin.

By the way, my names Stefen. Stefen Celer to be exact. You might not want to get to know me though. You might not want to learn anything else about me.

Stefen looked up into the girls eyes and smirked.

Because you might fall in love with me.

Stefen winked at the girl and stared straight ahead. Trying to decide if he should get up and get his own food.

Cocky douche phase one initiated.
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As Stefen explained in disjunct his mostly-a-lie story, Elyria's interest was piqued. If he was in a fight, he definitely did not look like he had lost. She searched his features for a clue of who he was, and came up short of a full conclusion. He was no deadbeat, and also no random guy.

Then he dropped his last line on her, and she fought back a blush at his brazenness,

"Well, Stefen, I think you might be overshooting on that one. One measly fight doesn't make you a warrior, and I'm not going to waste my time on less."

She had to play this right. Egg him on, keep the game going, but not let herself be put at a disadvantaged. However, he wasn't unattractive.

"I can teleport objects into my hands as long as I know its basic shape. If I know the object well, I can teleport it across a football field, instantaneously.

Maybe that was a bit of an overstatement, but he could figure that one out himself.

"Now shoot, I know you've got something else up your sleeve."

She flashed him a smile, and it didn't feel forced.

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Shocked really isn't the right word for this.

How about: Alec stared so blankly at Drake he almost drooled.

Do I know you?

"Yeah.. It's Alec... you know 'Alec, where'd the ******** did you go'?"
"*Poof!"
"oooh, there you are! ring any bells?"


The words rolled out of Alec's mouth with feigned enthusiasm and Alec play acted disappearing with his hands. When he was done he took a second look at Drake, seeing his lack of success. ******** this.

"Forget it, man"

Alec began to eat his slop, the delicious portion at least.

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♦ ♦ ♦ Stefen Celer ♦ ♦ ♦

And there it was. Everything that Stefen had been fearing was thrown out directly in front of him. He was in a room full of freaks just like him. Though terrified, he was momentarily at ease.

Just like me..

Echoed in his head repeatedly. He wasn't alone among these people. He was one with them.
Stefen looked up abruptly and stared directly at the girl in his presence.

Well s**t, now that we've got that out of the way, I guess I can be upfront. The object that you would throw, I could catch before you even knew you through it. I have the ability to accelerate my particles. In other words, I'm fast as ********]

Stefen stood up and went to dash forward to show off his powers, but instead did a front flip over the table.

Whaaaaat the ********! God dammit.

Stefen jumped up trying to keep cool.

See how fast I got over that table? Bet you were surprised, huh?

Why couldn't I phase..

Stefen quickly realized that he wasn't wearing quite the same clothing as he was when he left the party.

Well would you look at that..

Stefen was now wearing an electronic belt that seemingly stopped him from breaking into particles and running wherever he pleased.

Turns out I'm not quite as interesting as I thought. This belt doesn't even match my shirt!

Stefen sat back down as he awaited the taunts of the girl next to him.

I just want some damn food..

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=|=|≡ Drake Pelletier ≡|=|=

Drake watched as the slightly tough human toothpick mimed out several expressions explaining that he was a magician of some sort. He was only mildly conscious, and so could only mildly pay attention.

"Yeah, that's cool, man. I mean, I don't really believe in magic, but that's cool. Still don't remember you, though."

Drake found more food in his mouth before he knew what to do with it. With a full mouth, he spoke through mushy slops, attempting to keep as coherent as he possibly could.

"You tried this food? This s**t is ********' cash."

Drake continued to mull the food around in his mouth, and took time to note the room around him.

The drugs must be wearing off. My brain is starting to brain again.

He noticed an insane-looking platinum-haired girl with an overly-complicated straight jacket, a mask, and some antennae poking out through her hair. He also noticed that she was being wheeled into the room. That's... curious. He took note of a young guy with cyborg-arms and a wonky eye. He looked the opposite direction to see a young rather plain-woman discussing something that seemed incredibly interesting with a guy who had silvery hair.

And, of course, he noticed that same red wrestler. Oddly enough, he didn't have his tray anymore. Drake could only guess what had happened to it. He sat contentedly in his seat, before he realized what was going on. The drugs must really be wearing off...

Where the hell am I? How did I even get here?

In Drake's slightly panicked state, he took another bite, hoping to be greeted by the same stress-relieving deliciousness. Unfortunately, he was instead ******** by what could only be described as the taste of rancid pencil shavings and the texture of spoiled milk. He let the food fall from his mouth onto the tray, and his heart rate quickened.

"Uhh, Alec, is it? Yeah, can you tell me where I am? Sorry, I'm having a bit of a moment, here." Drake spoke, trying to stay calm.

Trying was all he could do.
|||===Elyria Stormblade===|||

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Her grin expanded, and she let it sink in for a moment while he regained his composure.

”Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have anything to impress you with right now either. There is a one pound ball weight approximately two inches wide in each of my palms, which is just about the only thing that’s stopping me from teleporting one of these assholes beating hearts into my hands.

She watched him still as if studying him. His power could be handy, and if they could get that belt off of him, and they could get him a clear passage in any direction, he could get out of this place easily. But how could she turn that to his advantage?

”How many mutants have you met, Stefen? You look a lot less comfortable than some people around here.”
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Alec continued to maul around his food, occasional taking a bite. He had learned to love this... s**t he'd been eating for a long time now. He even turned the spoon upside down in his mouth to suck all the pasteurized nutrients off.

"If you ask one of the guards..." Alec stuck another spoonful in his mouth and continued to speak with his mouth full, "We are in a pwifetfly foundun-"

Alec stopped to swallow his food, "A privately funded prison designed for mutants.. At least, that's what the guard says"

Alec stopped and gave Drake the look; "know what I mean?"

When he was done Alec spent a moment looking around. Big red was a few tables away, good, ********' stay there. Then he saw some girl with the brightest blonde hair he' ever seen. He watched her give her handler a hard time.

Well ain't you just a special someone.

Alec continued to eat his food, with quiet, but unrequited glee.



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♦ ♦ ♦ Stefen Celer ♦ ♦ ♦

Stefen looked at the girl with amusement.

Either you're studying me carefully, or undressing me with your eyes. I'm hoping for option two to be completely honest.

We would make a damn good team if we could figure out how to get out of here.

As far as how many mutants I've met? Well, let's see here. Including you, well that leaves me with, one, carry the two and divide by four... uhhh.. one. I've met one and that one is you. So there's that I guess.

Stefen smiled at how he had managed to play off how inexperienced he was when it came down to people like him.

See, I figure that if you don't look like the bat-dragon over there, you stand a good chance of not ever getting caught. Unless of course you're like me. I mean, I'm pretty great, but I slipped up.

Self loathing little girl

Obviously you slipped u...

Stefen lost all his words when he saw a girl? Boy? Bug? Being brought into the room in a chair.

What the ******** is that thing?!

Stefen was standing at this point gazing at the monstrosity that had just been brought into the room.

That's it. I'm hallucinating now. I'm so hungry that I'm hallucinating.

Stefen turned on his heel to look back at the girl at the table.

Awwh, now that's a face you can fall in love with.

With a wink Stefen started to walk towards the line to get food, but first took one last glance over his shoulder to see how the girl would reply to what had just happened.

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◄▼▼ Christine Grave ▼▼►
Location: Cafeteria


User ImageAnger was an understatement to describe Christine's state right now. Her mutations had left her changed in many physical ways, however mentally, the girl had a limitless abundance of rage within her, and seemed more than welling to take it out on anyone she possibly could right now, the guard's electrocutions not helping her even the slightest. The moment her chance was there, she was going to become a death-dealer here, human or mutant alike, she was ready to crack some skulls. Times like this, she was glad she had four arms - it helped speed up the killing process.

For now, though she was hurting, nerves tingling, and her face felt numb, it only slowed her a little, the girl's anger only stacking up thanks to the shocks, but at least learning quickly she couldn't resist. That's not to say she still wont mess with the guard, they'd have to really crank the voltage up if they wanted to do some real damage, for now, she just mocked them, growling again like a beast, but gaining a slighty cocky grin in the corner of her mouth.
"I dare ya to keep it up; that's nothing. Hell, put one lower, my back's killing me." Playing it off like it was nothing, the shocks did actually hurt, but she didn't want to show them weakness. She was too proud for that.

It was only then that she got a visitor. Most of the mutants were grouping up from the looks of things, but Christine didn't pay it any mind yet. Instead, picking her head up and taking a deep sigh as the pain started to ware off, she gazed ahead at her 'partner' for now. Yellow sclera colored eyes looked him up and down for a second, the girl scowling under the mask, red lids narrowed along her eyes as her antenna seemed to twitch. What was his deal? This wasn't his business!
"...The ******** gives you the right to tell me to shut up and calm down? I swear if I get this mask off I'll bite your face clean off." She spoke with that same twist of hatred that she gave everyone else, but held back from insulting him. A few little words came to mind, but her head was still in a fog, the drugs still wearing off some, and the shocks not helping either.

He wanted to talk about 'recruiting'? Was he serious? Why the Hell would she cooperate with a complete stranger!? She didn't need others, she flew solo! ...Even if in reality, that was a terrible way to think, the raging woman always had these sort of feelings.
"Besides, recruit me? I tried working with other freaks once, why do you think I'm here you walking Dell reject?" Lacking any form of cooperation and trying to push him away, Christine did slip out that she apparently was in a group of sorts already, but wasn't going into details. Instead just slandering him and shrugging off his words, before she'd lean back, denying him and the food.

It was at that moment she got a brief look around the place, and found herself surrounded by freaks. None of them got her interest really, ...all except for the green fellow. He was someone she could sympathize with. The green flesh and wings; something he couldn't hide, a freak cast away from society. A few others were talking amongst eachother, and she smirked briefly at seeing a messy brown haired woman in a strait jacket too, amused that she wasn't the only one with such restraints. But all in all, she had no desire to talk with these other mutants, selfishly failing to realize how she could actually make friends here and the help she could offer and pushing them all away from herself.



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░▒▓ Will W. Wallace ▓▒░


Will looked at her, nodded to his attendant and stood up, walking over instead to the more amicable conversation between a brunette and a very white male. He arrived as the male began to walk away in pursuit of food and remained silent at first, taking several bites of his mediocre meal. When the silence had grown uncomfortable, he spoke up,

The insect over there proved to be an intolerable companion, but it would be a poor tactic to isolate myself so soon into this imprisonment. My name is Will Wallace, and I request an alliance.



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=|=|≡ Drake Pelletier ≡|=|=

Drake was in.. a prison? But.. how did he get there? He remembered the subway, and walking home there.. But then what?

Just... Darkness...

Drake stood up, and the guards at either ends of the room visibly shifted, preparing themselves for anything. That was precisely the moment Drake realized he had some sort of gloves on his hands. He looked down, and tried placing his fingers together. The ends of his fingers were capped off, hiding his claws underneath thick rubber coatings. He tried to spread his wings out, but couldn't. Some sort of.. harness was strapped to his chest, keeping his wings pressed against his back.

I can't do anything..

Drake looked at the guards, their hands on their stun guns, and he settled himself. He regulated his heart rate to the best of his ability, and took his seat once again.

"How did I get here? All I remember is where I was last, and then.. Some balding old guy? And a needle, and then a room that felt really tiny. Then this food, which was delicious, but is now not."

Drake looked at Alec, wishing he could remember who he was.

"Who are you?
|||===Elyria Stormblade===|||

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"You, my friend, are one cocky son of a b***h. Go get your food."

I need more derision in my voice...

She gawked as a cyborg sat down and addressed her with a remarkable sense of familiarity. He was almost monstrous looking, but he talked with an air of civility that she could hardly argue against.

I am Elyria, and I won't object to you sitting with us, but I don't form alliances with anyone I don't know, and you are the definition of stranger. What got you in here? And what's with your arms?

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