The Immortal Prison, 17th Low Security Ward

"The definition of evil is what you want? I'm afraid I can't serve you with the answer to that, but so long as you won't attack us I also won't see you as an enemy." He put on his helmet again and continued in a much sharper tone "Be warned though, if you choose the path of violence then I shall have no remorse in paying you back in kind." With that he took out a few Golem cores and readied his weapon to construct them if need be.

edited 6th Nov '15 4:50:28 AM by Sergey_Smirnov

Well that was a helpful answer. Nothing he didn't already know. He was down with getting rid of the Masquerade. It was why he was here. But he wasn't okay with working with the wicked. What was more important was Magnus' answer. It said a thing or two about the centaur's character. He'd stick with him for now. As for Cynthia's answer, it had a ring of truth to it. Leon figured if she was lying, she'd just say she'd never killed anyone.

"We should probably get going befo..." He heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around, and there was a lady who was obviously batshit insane. She was kinda hot, but the blood all over her, smoke coming out of her nose, and general craziness was a bit of a turn-off. Broken straitjacket. She wanted to know what they thought evil was. Again, obviously coocoo for cocoa puffs. What kind of question was that?

"I just go with my gut." Leon said, shrugging. "We're leaving. If you want to come with us, come on. Just...Try not to leave a trail of blood. Guards could follow us." At this rate, he'd have the entire prison following him in no time.

"I'm Leon, this is Cynthia, this is Magnus."

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Cynthia gave a curious smile to the answers given. Herself nodding to their responses and giving a polite bow to Lucas, A cautious eye at the ready however Cytnia was almost entirely sure she might already need to draw this blade and use her mana to defend.

"We all need to escape here, violence will hardly help the situation." She says calmly, looking her in the eys trying to disarm the situation but yet still very curious about this individual. A urge she could not push away from her nagging memories.

Seth woke up to the alarm on his phone. It played through his earbuds, which he still had in. He slowly came to as he tried to piece together what had happened. He didn't open his eyes just yet.

Please let yesterday be a bad dream, he thought. Or at least a really bad unknowing acid trip. Please let the way it ended not be the way I thought it did. He opened his eyes. Fuck me, it did happen.

Prison life wasn't something Seth was used to yet. He'd certainly made a very bad impression when they brought him in last night. All that yelling must have made every other prisoner in this hall of cells wonder how this new guy was being placed in a low-threat ward. He didn't remember what exactly he'd been yelling about. He just knew he'd screamed and screamed and screamed. Oh, suuuuure. When I don't want to cause mass destruction, I destroy a casino, ruin my band's big break, and get cut off from everything, but when it might actually be useful, nothing. He sat up. If I ever get back, I'm writing a song called "Luck Be Not-a-Complete-Dick Tonight." Assuming I haven't singlehandedly broken up the band... He almost started being overrun by emotion, but he stopped himself. One stress-induced nervous breakdown was enough. He didn't need more. For now, he could just vent by headbanging and lip-syncing along with his alarm.

"DOOOOOWN! I WON'T! FALL! DOWN!" Simple, but cathartic, that breakdown was. Seth was tempted to scream along, but he didn't want a repeat of yesterday. He just kept mouthing it, making the expressions of rage he would onstage. "MY HEART! STILL! POUNDS! I'M BREA! THING! NOW!"

Then the cell door opened.

"I won't. Fall. Down. Down. Down. Down..." The final words of the breakdown, spoken rather than screamed, played right as it happened. Seth's jaw slowly dropped, his eyes went wide, and he jumped up, running to grab his things.

"Well, here goooooo—" He was singing out loud now, and surprisingly melodically considering his established reputation. "—my biiiig plaaaaans—" He grabbed the two pistols lying across the room. "—to build up this fortress into the clouds!" He found his holsters and put them through the belt loops of his jeans. "It's maaaade uuuuup—" The guns went into their holsters. "—of my loooooove, and my blood, and my heart, we'll make it ooooooooout!" He held the note as he bolted out of his cell and looked for the portal. He stopped holding it earlier than the note ended in the recording he was singing along to, and when he found the exit to the hall, he turned back to the other prisoners, adjusted his Mets jersey, and stretched his arms out in an almost Jesus-like pose.

"We'll make it! Out alive! You're not the only one!" And without another word, he was gone.

Right about then, Seth made it to where Cynthia, Magnus, and the others were. He was still breathing heavily from the burst of showmanship he'd had upon his release, and just to make sure he wouldn't do it again, he'd put his phone and everything peripheral to it in his pocket where it belonged. Figuring this group looked as good as any to join up with and not noticing the dragon-woman's tests, he approached.

"Mind if I come along for the ride?" he said, more to the group than anyone specific. "I'm Seth, by the way. If any of you couldn't sleep last night because some maniac was yelling his head off, that was probably me. Sorry about that. I promise I'll be more constructive about that from now on."

edited 5th Nov '15 7:48:07 PM by NitrousThunder

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The skittering noise came to a halt unexpectedly as the spider suddenly melted into goop. The goop flowed swiftly towards the humanoid fox creature, before shifting into a more humanoid form. Instead of assuming either their male or female form of consumed lab assistants, JANOS simply became a blank androgynous metallic skinned humanoid.

The eyes were odd though. There were two mostly human looking eyes where they were supposed to be, but their head also had six spider eyes spread about it. JANOS stepped closer to the fox humanoid and the shadows it was approaching.

"Hello!" the nanite colony said brightly with a two toned modulated voice.

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Looks over Lucas shoulder to see Seth arive, giving a curious eyebrow. "Manic screaming, well it did certainly break the silence." She says with a joking smile clearly looking the new individual over carefully. Cynthia's eyes moving to the half-dragon then to Seth a few times curiously.

"Well safety in numbers is always good. Don't you think Lucuas." She says with a strangely calm smile considering she was threatened moments ago with death by the half-dragon. Her head looking back at Seth as she introduces herself with another small bow. "It is nice to meet you, I am Cynthia."

edited 6th Nov '15 4:08:51 AM by darkdestinysoul

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Magnus looked to the Dragon-Woman "So, do you choose the path of violence? Or do you let us go? We're on the same side" As he saw the new prisoner arrive he eyed him a bit before he came to the conclusion that he wasn't a big threat he looked him in the eyes from under the helmet "I'm Magnus, member of the Cult of Eldon, currently on mission to free as many prisoners as possible." With that he looked again to the Half-Dragon

The dragon lilin Lucas 'tch's, arms crossing against her chest yet her eyes unchanging. "Probably think I'm no one eh lowbloods? Fine, I'll just stalk your little 'group', paying close attention. However, if you don't correct your idea of evil, then I don't care what's going on- I'll cull false evil from existence. Now then..." Lucas' fingers retracting from her hands, the wounds heal over as blood gradually stops spilling from her lip.

"Are you Brittles even familar with this prison where nightmares is normalcy? The real countermeasures haven't even begun yet, so the only guard problem is going to be rogues who were already wandering about. Blood trail will hardly be a problem. However, if we don't start moving the prison will target us with a Hallucination Event or Shift this location against us. Navigating will only get worst over time as prisoners and 'Dancers of The Broken Mask' get captured, so move fast yeah?"

Though Lucas seems slightly calmer, her eyes drifts to Magnus before speaking. "What's your suicidical reason for charging in here? Surely your people understand this'll be a bust, so what? Idealistic belief all us psychopaths won't get Earth destroyed? Servants insulted you? Took away your loved one?"

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Magnus visibly flinched as her words hit right in the black. He took a step backwards. "You already know the answer to that it seems, yes they took her... took her away from me. Though I will find her, and if I need to charge through hell to accomplish it then I will gladly just do that." He put the Golem cores in his back again. "I will fight death itself if I would need to, you can call me suicidal or stupid for that, but it won't change anything." He slammed his Naginata into the ground "Now hear this; I have sworn honor to the cause of the Cult, so my path here is set. Though what about you? Do you even know the meaning of the word? Do you have somebody to feel responsible for? One you would sacrifice yourself for? Or do you fight for yourself? For fun maybe?" He looked her into the eyes.

edited 6th Nov '15 2:50:03 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

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"Me." He answered Alby, his tone slightly sarcastic.

"I'll tell you if you tell me first."

Without turning, he answers JANOS.

"... Hello."

   Before the breach, Reality-Isolation Cell   

The room was bare, white featureless walls in the void through which imperceptible tendrils of abstract magic will grew, shifted. Broken pencils were scattered about the small space, placed in orders unknowable to most and smeared with coagulated, rusting blood. Their owner stood motionless, facing a blank wall where the door would be and always was. Its outline was traced as she waited, perhaps three days without tiring, for Eldon to pierce deep into the flesh of the prison's gestating reality and leave the wound through which they would bleed.

Sjan had seen this days ago, three years of imprisonment coming to an end if only to an expanded tomb. The woman of eternal youth, bathed in blood and prying open the gates. The prisoners walking free and guards lying in blood. She had scribbled in down with furious abandon - comic book panels, styled but detailed in its content. However, a regular guard in her block hadn't liked its story. At a point it split, in one scene the guard shot the blind seer only to be slaughtered by a monster. In the other, he shot himself. The guard, Johnson, was already a cruel man without a spine. Johnson knocked her unconscious, the mark still sore now. Her destroyed her pencils and took her paper.

He would regret this.

   After the breach   

Sjan stepped through the door, feeling the pulse of the breach and the dreams of the Prison swam about her. She stumbled, every conformation of the prison seen at once in her mind. A deliberate trick of the halls, for ones gifted like her. In a few moments she regained her bearings, hearing Johnson in the halls ahead and walking with purpose towards him. The unpleasant man spun around, sketches in one hand and gun in the other, "You! You little Bitch!" He growled, scared despite his face, "You're a part of this, you fucking little whore..."

Sjan stared at him, or at least seemed to. Suddenly he truly saw the Prison, everything in it and his own future. His scream rang out through the halls to the other prisoners You can decided for yourselves if you hear this or not followed shortly by a gun shot, life gone in a blast like the sun. The seer crouched down and unceremoniously took back her paper, leaving the sketches from before, and then taking his belt and shoes. Sjan adjusted the belt to keep her jeans up and sat down to lace on the boots.

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"Touche."

Alby's voice continued to boom from the shadows. He made it a little different from normal, going deeper but louder.

"I am but a wandering shadow. The umbra stepping forwards."

Alby realised how pretentious that sounded but mysterious was his first choice for secretive behaviour; stopped him having to make up an alias.

"So I guess I don't need to know."

Alby hesitated as JANOS gave its greeting.

"Greetings."

edited 8th Nov '15 3:04:26 AM by TenebrousGaze

((Sorry for the late post. At a con. I can probably only post once or twice a day until Sunday.))

It was barely ten minutes into their escape, and already he was making moral compromises. He was helping a crazy woman go free. It didn't sit well with him. In the back of his mind, he felt the dim glow of an alien presence.

Reproach. Consternation. Ambivalence. Royal Egg said. Or felt. His gift, a rare sentient one, communicated to Leon this way. Leon could feel Royal Egg's emotions, but they were distinct from his own, and much less intense. Leon could tell that Royal Egg was feeling that way, but only felt a small fraction of the emotions.

That didn't mean it didn't worry him. In his mind, he reminded his Gift that having her along would help protect himself and the others, such as Cynthia and Magnus. Royal Egg quieted some, although the signal didn't completely fade.

"Dragon Lady's right, we should hurry. How long does that Shift or Hallucination event take? Should we maybe save the philosophy discussion for later?" Leon asked. As Seth approached, Leon simply nodded. Lucas had his full attention. When someone who knew more about something than you wanted to help you, you didn't get into a pissing contest to see who was in charge. You sat down, shut up, and listened.

Softly chuckling bitterly, Lucas' eyes quickly stare at Leon followed by a snapping tone. "Nobody calls me Dragon Lady, the only one lost that right!" Growling lowly as she glances behind, Lucas speaks with a more generalized annoyance. "Usually if its just a few a Shift or Event happens fast. However with even a portion of the prisoners loose, it'll focus on bigger clusters and slower targets first. So honestly, you lot should already be running. I'm just wanting to figure out who insulted evil, so don't expect any aid from me."

Her eyes settling on Magnus again, she makes a dismissive scoff before speaking. "Though for the love freak's sake, here's some advice: Your abominable trick aside, this place is designed to keep people here forever. So relying on sight alone for navigation means you'll end up anywhere. Thus, I would enjoy seeing how self-destructive love gets you to the Servant Nexus. However I would try sensing for magic and heading for the biggest mass within the prison. Of course, actually getting there will be time consuming."

Rolling her right shoulder, Lucas slouches a little to the side. "Heard someone die not far-ish from here, so you better start running. With necromancers, Demons, and parasitic life as mere examples I'm certain none of you want to meet that bastard's murderer. Oh, but don't 'worry', as your heavily breathing stalker guardian angel I'll be at the back."

edited 7th Nov '15 4:09:46 PM by Kkutwar

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Magnus holstered his Naginata "As long as you choose not to attack us I don't care if you stalk me. I can't speak for the others in this matter though." He looked to the others "So, if you would be okay with this we indeed should start moving now. I do have to say that apart from any disagreements we might have I have to agree on the point that time is of the essence now."

edited 7th Nov '15 4:24:47 PM by Sergey_Smirnov

Behind the crouching woman a great monster shifted from its dark prison, a thousand tendrils searching for the bleeding dead flesh, the girl hardly turning her head to acknowledge it. Its clicks and oozing noises spoke gratitude for a long awaited meal, fastening its ethereal grip about the guard's legs and dragging into its maw. Sjan stood, running her hands through her close clipped hair and down across her sealed eyelids. She regretted what she had done after the sacrifice, her mind had broken under the weight of the universe. Now she was more herself, though her True Sight had changed her attitudes and her lashing out had taken away her future.

Now, freedom was offered and with it new life. Or simply a spiders web of hope and deceit. Either way, she strode across the hall and around the corner in the ill-fitting boots. Another hallway, other prisoners convened about a centaur set to free another. Sjan stopped in her tracks, her empty sockets seeming to look into the souls of those before her and walking towards them again. She muttered under her breath, now a few feet from them and blood stained fingers twitching ever so slightly. Her gaze turned to the room itself, concern passing her scarred face. "The sleeping fetus will kick again, it's heart must be found..." Sjan spoke up a little, as if it was the most obvious of explanations then continued past the group.

edited 7th Nov '15 8:23:01 PM by Lt.BGob

Seth had been too busy trying to process all this new information to actually talk. Well, more accurately, he was trying not to blurt out "What do you mean, this isn't Area 51?!" or to complain about the legal proceedings. Sure, he'd expected to be arrested and thrown in some sort of jail if he was outed as not human, but life in supernatural prison? With no trial or anything? To his American sensibilities of justice, it was patently offensive. Maybe he'd been yelling about it during his breakdown last night. He didn't know for certain.

"Well, this'll be a fun squad, won't it?" said Seth. "Unfortunately, I can't exactly sense magic. At least, not the kind that isn't high-velocity objects flying towards my face. So someone else is going to have to be the navigator here. Anyone know where we should head?"

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Under his armor Magnus shook his head "I have to admit that this is a trait that I do not have aquired. Maybe if w-" he saw the horribly scarred person walking past them, he couln't tell exactly what was it but he felt sort of a... confidence if one could call it that way, emanating from her, Magnus took a few steps to get besides the figure "Would you, by any chance have the ability to sense magic? You seem blind, yet you walk with a confidence as if you know this place and its layout."

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Cynthia smirked at the mentions of sensing magic. "The servants nexus? If there is as much magic as she claims there I should also be fine trying to point us in the right direction. Of course as she said, navigating this maze of a prison will still the hard part though." She says with a small smile at Lucas.

Cynthia looks to Magnus, Leon and Seth for just a few moments. "I am ready to start moving whenever you are. I have seen enough of this places cell walls to last me a lifetime, or four."

Suddenly looking to the huge creature. Large eyes of surprise and academic curiosity.

edited 8th Nov '15 2:13:55 PM by darkdestinysoul

Sjan paused and turned to face Magnus, sensing his connection with Eldon and frowning slightly. The others were an odd mix of personalities and powers, though on reflection she was wasn't the picture of normality by a long shot. "I... see everything this prison was, is and will be. It will shift soon and move against us." The others had commented on the ability to 'sense magic' as useful, making the hint of a smile cross her lips, bemused but not cruel. A flash of who she was before, "It's a highly overrated experience. Trust me." She added, tilting her head a little as if to say 'look what good it did me'.

Sjan felt these people were worth helping, she could sense a future with them and knew they weren't cruel, "The heart... The 'nexus', is this way for now." She indicated the path ahead, seeing all the places the nexus had been made locating it difficult but this way felt right. It wouldn't stay that way for long, mind.

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Magnus bowed his head "Then would you be so kind and guide us there?" He looked around "I hope nobody has something against that." I hope I'll find her when we got there.

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"How theatrical." He smiles, but it seems a bit... off.

"... But I'd like your real name."

Sjan looked a little worried, she didn't terribly like the idea of leading anyone particularly with her history. However, the others didn't seem to have a clue where to go and some of them hadn't even been in the Prison for a year, "Alright, I'll try." Said nodded to the centaur, "My name is Sjan, let's go." She told the group, walking briskly down the hall and towards what she could best make out as the nexus.

"There's a line from a song I know that comes to mind," said Seth, pulling his pistols from their holsters. "We're on top of the world. Let's go." He paused a moment, realizing that the line probably came off a bit forced, but shrugged it off and followed Sjan.

Sjan turned her head slightly to the one that spoke, she could hear the hint of a banshee scream in his voice. She smirked a little, "We're on a road to nowhere..." She felt a little bad for the pun but it suited their chances of making it to the nexus. She led them down the left branch of an intersection, the other path leading to some horrid and cruel creatures looking for meals more than escape. "Why has Eldon chosen now to release us?" She asked Magnus, still navigating carefully through the echoes of former walls and cells and bloody history, "Not complaining, mind."

edited 8th Nov '15 8:38:12 PM by Lt.BGob