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Christopher let out a growl and clenched his fists, his teeth beared. He snarled as he spoke, "Gifts?! Such great gifts! Wolves might be my favorite animal and I might have wanted to experience what it was like to be one, but how you a**holes go about is f**king ridiculous! You rob people from their normal lives, their loved ones, under false pretenses and put them through Hell!"

"And Moreau is a b*****d!!! He abuses his power. He's a manipulative little craven who p*sses and kicks others when they are down! If you really wanted to benefit others, why didn't you pick people who wanted this done to them?! There's plenty of them out there! But no, you snatch away anybody and take away their lives!!! You lie to them and change them against their will! You expect them to be grateful to that?!"

When the woman spit, some of it actually landed on Christopher's face. He wiped it away, the anger inside of him rising. Chris's tail went erect and he growled in a defensive manner.

((Uhm. Shura didn't actually spit. That's just a way of saying there was anger/bitterness in her words... <_<;; ))

Shura gave a half irritated sigh. Why they didn't see it her way, she didn't know. She didn't care to find out. Although as amusing and irritating as it was, she was getting a reaction from them. And that, above all else, was what kept her in that room.

There was nothing in particular she wanted to say at that moment, she simply smirked in her seated position, her fingers still tapping to that unknown beat.

There was a moment, where you could practically see her mind working, already knowing the answer to the question. She breathed calmly, unafraid, she knew they couldn't hurt her without themselves being hurt, and punished.

"You say we rip people from their lives? Well then, would you care to send Colche back to her previous life, then? The one where her father kept her chained to a wall and sold her innocence to those filthy men? Would you like to be the one who sends her back to that? Well, feel free. I'm sure she'd be so pleased to know that she can return to her life as a sex slave," She watched him intently.

"Would that please you?"

Christopher scoffed and shot back, no spite present in his voice, "Oh sure. Use the one charity case example out of how many? How about the lock out? I heard all about that little doozy. How about what you did to Pyroth? And rumor has it that Moreau turned that Vasile gay."

Gaining confidence, Chris stepped right in front of the woman and leaned right into her face. "What about the pain you've caused my fiancee? What about all the emotional breakdowns you've cause so many people to have? Also, I know all about that incident with the wolf girl and her bunny friend. How careless of you all to just suddenly jump her from the first stage of changes to being completed. That was asking for disaster! It's your fault that incident even happened."

"Besides, maybe people wouldn't be so bad off if you at least took the time to counsel them, like Aubrey! She's the only that gives a s**t about anyone on a personal level while all the rest of you just sit back and take pride in the torment you cause others. Maybe if you had been honest... But you weren't. All of you ******** up big time!"

Giving her a quick mock smile, Christopher added, "Besides... I said nothing about wanting to leave. Just pointing how much you treat us like poppets is all."

Chris looked up and grinned when he saw Glacus enter and speak up for them as well. "So nice to see you again pal."

“There all forms of monster woman,” Glacus snapped, his lethal fins tensing up. “Colche may have an improvement, but you created what took us from our families, and made them believe we died. That may not mean a thing to you, but one day you will have to atone for your sins.”
He glared at her.
“You’ll need your soul in life, to bad you wasted it.”
He scooped his, copy of the inferno and began to flip through it. “You would be impossible to place in Hell. Your lu.st for power should put you in the second circle,” He flipped to Canto V, and “your Gluttony for money would land you in three, is there any abhorration you are not guilty of?”

He flipped through the entire book, until he came to the last canto, and the picture of Lucifer, "This is where you belong."

Money? Power? What on earth was he blabbering about?

"I beg your pardon? Who said I was in it for power, or money? I certainly didn't. If I wanted power, I would not have volunteered myself into this project. If I wanted money, I would have created the serums and sold them to the highest bidder," She stood now, though not the tallest, nor the butchest.

Her posture and demeaner surely demanded respect, especially those cold eyes.

"It's interesting to see someone who was a former technician of the labs, someone under the employ of Moreau, arrives, and you all seem to find a backbone and throw your arguements, and threats- verbal or no- at them," She walked, calmly passed the three, not a second glance at any of them. Her hand finding the doornob and turning it.

"Is it really so much easier to take out your frustrations on me, simply because I was working for them? Because I came here of my own free will and agree with the purpose of this project? I know what I've done, thank you. And if there is an after-life, then surely I'll be under your so called 'god's' judgement. Not yours."

She let out, another of her most sinister grins.

"My dear sir... I count on it happening," She replied, simply.