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Mari walked back into the cell area. Though it was cold, she was used to much, much colder - fifty below wouldn't be a good temperature to keep prisoners at, though. While frozen treats were nice, servants were no good frozen. She hummed absent-mindedly as she walked past the cells, looking in on each one and pausing when she reached the girl doing pull-ups. Giving a low whistle, she watched for a few minutes. "Dedicated, I see..." She watched for a moment, then shook her head. "While it would be nice to see you playing for Team Canada...you're not what I'm looking for. Not like I'd want to break up the cute couple!" Giving the two a wink and a smile, Mari walked on down to the cell she'd looked in before. The girls were still there, but the one she wanted was..."You." Mari pointed at Hirimi. "Long hair, healer type...who has the damn keys!" Mari looked over at Lemo. "I want one of the prisoners in here, Lemo, if you wouldn't mind!"

Lemo listened as both of the women adressed their issues. He groaned, as he turned around as he pulled out a hoop of keys on a ring...
"Why don't you take a couple more, eh? O, and do me a favor, hm? Make sure that one, Layla learns her place as a shinigami; break all three of them maybe?"
Lemo stuck his key inside the first right-side cell's door, and stepped in only for a moment, snatching Eme out of mid-pullup and setting her next to Mari. Then, he hopped to Hirimi's cell, grabbing her without hesitation... She had been so quiet the whole time she was there, she was the only one Lemo was unhappy to get rid of. He then sonido'd over to Layla's cell, and opened it, smirking at her as he did so. Then bowed, leaning his shoulder and trailing with his arm the direction that Mari and Eme were, offering her direction that that was where she was to go.
"Heh heh heh, I believe you will certainly have a good time ladies, ciao..." Lemo said, doing a gin-wave from behind Layla's open cell door.





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a*****e, I only wanted one. Oh, well... Taking three of the binders from the walls, she activated one, binding Eme's arms and sealing her reiatsu. "You...will keep. Stay." Turning to Layla, she whipped her left hand toward her face with amazing speed even as she turned, slapping Layla across the face. "You need to learn the meaning of the word 'insolent', and why you should not be that word. I don't perform barbaric experiments, you little b***h, and if you think I'm at all afraid of you..." Mari activated the second device, binding Layla as well, "...you really need to reconsider. Five, my little pet. Quinta. Though...you can just call me "Master". You are mine, and you will stay mine. I fear no shinigami, my sweet pet," Mari smiled, closing her eyes condescendingly, "and that is something you need to learn. Stay."

Mari then turned to Hirimi, pocketing the devices. "You...I'll leave you unchained. You don't really look like the combat type anyway...not to mention you seem to know your place among your superiors. I like you!" Mari patted Hirimi's head lightly, smiling at her. Looking at each of her new servants in turn, she nodded. "Now, I hope you all learn to know your place...though I'm not sure what to do with you," she said, looking at Eme. "You're still a little too young for me...but I'm sure you'll find something to do. Now!" Mari barked out orders, ready to smack her servants if any of them disobeyed. "Little girl, and the b***h, you two on either side of me! Nice girl, in front of me!"

Layla spat at the ground, watching as the blood slowly made its impact on the floor, for her adrenaline and senses were flaring.
Damn, now this one knows how to make one feel like she is being tortured. Layla thought darkly.
Her eyes' gaze was very mysterious now, though her eyebrows told her uncertainty of the situation. She lowered her head, so her hair hung over her face a little, as a light couldbe seen, glistening off the saliva on her tounge, as she licked some of the blood from her lip. She threw her hair back, as she snapped her head upwards to face Marisarin as she raised her hands. She wiped the remaining blood away, pulling her lip ever so slightly as she stared at the Espada.
Then she blinked, her mascara looking very demented at the moment, as she seemed to come to some sort of decision. She sniffled once, and then she looked to her feet, slowly stepping to Mari's side...

"Some other time, maybe," Jes said, waving her hand at the Primera Espada's retreating back. There was a bloodthirsty way about him that told her he was out for some carnage, and Jes simply wasn't in the mood. Instead, she returned her attention to the cellblock.

"Well, ********," Jes swore casually, leaning on the wall that divided the Novena Espada's surveilance center from the corridor of cells. She watched the proceedings with disinterest, crimson eyes flicking from face to face. She'd ignored the Primera Espada's orders, hoping she'd be able to have some fun with the prisoners. Now, however, the Quinta Espada--who else had a flashy 5 tattooed on their person-- was stealing all her toys. And just when the Novena had given her permission, too. Irritating, that.

The shinigami in front seemed terrified, and Jes drank her fears. The other two were a bit more defiant. Defiance... Ugh... Noble and sickening. She did like the shot of pain elicited from the slap across the chesty shinigami's face.

"Quinta," Jes shrugged off the wall, making her way towards the espada. Here was a last ditch effort to keep one of the interesting ones. "Do you really need all three? I'll take one off your hands. You said she's--" Here, she nodded vaguely at Eme. "-- too young for you, but she's just my speed. How about letting me have her, hmm?"

Lemo walked back up to where his dest was, pointing at a blinkind-red blip. He then looked at Jes with his right eye, and Mari with his left...
"Hhmm, perhaps that is a fine suggestion... But understand, Jes-san that you are taking a certain, responsibility now." He said, taking his eye off Mari, looking squarely at Jes.
"The shinigami have breached the Labyrinth, and will come for them."
Lemo turned away from them, and leaned over, rapidly typing many things at once... He then looked over his shoulder at Mari.
"It is best we keep as many of them as far away as we can from the Maniak Wing. That way, they cannot retrieve them all at once if we see them up here."
Lemo seemed to know alot about the LAbyrinth, since he actually surveyed most of it in his free time. It where the Exequitas Squad was, and he often watched it just for the enjoyment of seeing the many PRivaron Espada from years and years back. It was kind of like playing Sims to him.

Akira remained still as Lemo took Eme from the cell. He was a few cards short of a full deck by now but he hid things well. Akira slowly stood to his feet as the door to his new cell shut behind him. Akira face was full of rage, he was losing his comrades and that was something he wasn't to keen to. He wasn't o sure why but he trusted Hawk to some extent, but the others who knows what was in their heads. Akira turned and grabbed the bars of his cell masking his face with the opposite expression of what he was feeling, his heart clenched from the crippling feeling of helplessness. Still he some how was able to smile slightly with a single tear that quickly dried in the cod of the room.

Akira was about to start making a bit noise when he heard Lemo mention the breach of the Shinigami. His mind grabbed on to it like a life preserver, trying to calm himself. Then it dawned on him to try to pull himself into this equation some how, but he wasn't sure. Out of sheer impulse Akira Shouted out to Mari.
" Heeeey, your the fifth espada right chicky! So whats your power, you throw flowers at the enemy and they get tickled to death. Why don't you let me see hose eyes of yours, they don't seem like the type that'll be suited for battle. How about after I get out of here you become my my slave of lust. Those curves say that I'm on the money on what your use is for."

Turning to look to Lemos direction Akira called to Lemo for his countersignature of his statement. " Hey Lemo am I right or not. I she wild beneath that skin of hers or is she a timid slave to her own passion. I'm sure she'd even given a freak like you a chance. " He remained looking off in Lemos direction with no regard for her reaction. He'd lost intrest with looking at her and carried on as if she'd left already. " So Lemo are you always a tight a** or those the red head have the dirt on ya. I bet you get real free after ya use her like a shadow puppet,. If a don't get what I mean just think on it for a second, you'll get it..."

Akira went on with his words with no regard for anything that was going on. his mind was lost in his actions for that moment , but he wasn't to far gone. his sub conscious fought with what to do about the girls.