Fantasy [The Great Escape]

[SirDerpingtonIV]

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A loud, shrill noise erupts from the loudspeakers in every room, awaking all of the Subjects from their slumber. Every morning, the Noise would sound, commanding them to rise and head to Breakfast. There was no human to bid them good morning. In fact, the Subjects had never once seen the scientists who controlled and manipulated every aspect of their day. Their schedule, their diet, and other such things. They were Animals, inhuman, monsters, owing their existance to the brilliant minds that had... introduced them into the Project. That is what they had been told, by the monotone, robotic voice over the loudspeaker every morning at Breakfast, every afternoon at Lunch, and every evening at Dinner. The time inbetween, was spent working them on their powers until they collapsed, and sometimes, even beyond that. And then after the day was over, normally, they would be brought back to their Cells, where they would be automatically locked in by the Facility. Not one of the Subjects had ever resisted, ever fought back, never objected, all in fear of the power the Scientists held over their lives. As the Subjects began to head to their Breakfast, the doors would close behind them, locking the way back.

 

[pasteleslie]

Velia flinched at the sudden noise, blinking a few times. She got up slowly, rubbing at her eyes. She left the cell, flinching slightly yet again at the sound the lock made. It seemed to be automatic, triggered by her footsteps as she left the door. That was her only guess however, as Velia had no clue as to how any of this worked. She groggily walked over towards Breakfast, not hungry at all. The food here wasn't appetizing at all, and it was oftentimes the same thing. It was quite repetitive, not that she could complain. At least she was being fed. Velia continued on towards Breakfast, pushing some hair out of her face. She had no idea how it looked, how terrible it was, if it was a greasy mess. She couldn't really worry about her hair however, as most of her meal time was spent worrying about what torture she would endure next. Would they make her scream, at the top of her lungs, in serveral hundred different pitches? Would they force Velia to scream at dummies in varying force to see which ones were more useful in combat? She didn't want to think about it, but then again she couldn't help it. She looked around the hall, the bland metal every worse than a hospital. It made her feel even more sick.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Reina awoke with a rumble, looking up towards the cieling, rolling onto her side. She sighed, climbing to her feet, rubbing her tired, red eyes. She passed through the small, tiny little entry-way to her cell, moving along quite sleepily, soldieres slumped and eyes on the floor as she went. She could hear her door shut behind her, scowling as it was locked. She hated this place with a literally burning passion, hating every inch of its metal walls, every tray of dull, card-board tasting meals, every day, of nothing but the mysterious Scientists who controlled their lives putting them through rigorous test after rigorous test, to find out just how their bodies and new found powers could be exploited. She hated it here, with every fiber in her being. She didn't know how the other Subjects she was stuck here with felt about it, and honestly, sometimes didn't care. None of them were like her. None of them cared. She scowled as she took her seat at one of the drab, plain grey tables, fists clenched as she waited. Suddenly, a platform descended from the cieling, baring their food upon it. It was 2 feet by 2 feet, and their trays of food were simply stacked atop one another on it. Reina stood, grabbing hers, before taking a seat again, taking a bite out of the stale pancake, red eyes glaring at the room around her.

 

[ganymede]

Anita woke up to the noise, grimacing as she sat up. Breakfast, huh? And the beginning of another fantastic day. She got up and stretched, yawning, before shrugging on the oversized waterproof jacket she was issued - be thankful, the loudspeaker had told her when she found it on her room the evening her water weakness was discovered, be thankful that something like you gets such a luxury. It wasn't an act of kindness, she knew. More like insurance. They hadn't even cared enough to get the size right.


Anita rubbed her eyes as she left the room. The door clicked behind her, and she wondered, like everyday, if her powers could interfere with it. She wondered this everytime the loudspeaker came on or she saw a door she hadn't been through before. It was a common fantasy of hers - hacking open a door and blazing through, disabling tazers and avoiding guns her shield before she finally hit an exit and bursting into the light of day... Or maybe disabling the security system and sneaking away, or...


She stopped herself. It would be silly to get caught up in impossible fantasies.


Anita reached the cafeteria. As she walked in, something hit her - she had barely spoken to any of the others there. There was something about this place that made her just want to retreat into herself... Right then and there, she decided that was over. She grabbed a plate and walked over to the only other person in the room, a girl with red hair and eyes.Likely from the experiments... Like mine. She smiled at her. How long has it been since I smiled?


"Hey. "

 

[Shadow]

The loud alarm rang through Jett's cell before it ended in the pathetic sound of static. Jett opened his eyes and stood up. His room was completely dark, any lights that may have been on were broken. He frowned and went out of the cell door. He stopped when the cell door didn't close right away like it always did. Something made a sizzling noise before the door clanked shut. He sighed, realizing he must have given off another pulse while he was asleep. They seemed to have found a way to contain it in his cell and everything would most likely be fixed by the time he got back. He continued to the breakfast area and sat at a table in the corner, noting the other experiments that were already sitting. When the food arrived he waited until they had all gotten their food before he grabbed his tray and went back to 'his' table. He ran his hands through his hair, knowing it was probably sticking up all over the place. He sat without moving for a while, just staring at the unappetizing food. He sighed and began eating, trying not to think about how gross it was.

 

[xIDiamond]

The noise , rang through Rayne`s cell , it broke off into an ear-piercing static noise making Rayne nearly collapse , quickly she shoved her earphones and sunglasses on , at least the scientists had kept her room dark which she supposed was nice of them , if they were even capable of being nice. Shaking her head she walked out of the cell door , she heard a buzzing noise before it locked behind her. She tucked her fringe behind her ears and headed towards the canteen , breakfast wonder what it'll be today , slop , green slop or brown slop , sighing as she was given slop . Surprise Surprise she thought as she sat down at a table , looking down at her food she knew it made her feel sick , but she had to eat. Groaning she started to eat it , trying not to vomit , it tasted like a mix between cardboard and sick with some chemicals sprinkled in along the way , because who needs nice tasting food.


Why was everything the same every day , she longed for something to change , maybe they could just escape if everyone rushed the guards they could totally escape , and we would be free . But were freaks , she practically kicked herself , Rayne always got her hopes up but nothing even happened. Looking around she realised practically everyone sat alone and she wondered why , I mean they were all the same , they had all suffered.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Reina sighed, hearing other Subjects filter into the cafeteria, as she looked over drowsily, her red eyes finding Anita who had sat beside her. Reina's scar was clearly visible on her face, and so too, was the scowl she wore. "Hey," she said simply in response, "Anita," she added, a few seconds later, recognizing the girl in her multiple layers of clothing and waterproof jacket she always wore. Some weakness related to water, she knew. Made sense to her, after all. Drop an electric device into water and you don't exactly get the most pleasant response. "Ruddy food," she muttered, taking a bite from the strange, grey looking slop on her plate. After all this time, the shit no longer made her throw up, if that was anything to be considered a good thing. The only good thing about this place, were her powers. The sure... force, at her command, the power, the energy coursing through her, seeing things simply burn away before her, watching the Target Dummies in the Training Room be consumed in hot, hungry flame. That always brought a smile to her face. She looked back down at her tray, thinking. She had always been curious about the lowered platform. It was large enough for someone to perhaps... ride up. And a grin crossed her face. Before Lunch, most of their training was simply to get them energized, and ready for the brutal after-lunch session. Besides, Pulse Boy needed time to charge up, or whatever. Perhaps then, at lunch, their escape could be made. When they platform came down, someone rode it back up, and found some way to let the others through. Or perhaps, someone rode up first, and then Anita manipulated the systems so that the platform would make multiple trips, to bring the rest of them up.

 

[Cloud Nagasake]

The loud intercom echoed through Shirou's cell and the voice shrieked in his ears. He has been hearing that voice for a long time now and it only made him feel more enraged. He sat on the floor at the head of his bed with his right arm chained to the wall and his mouth covered with a mask. It was put there last night after an incident with a weaker subject. It seems every day he gets more and more hostile and violent towards others. Shirou glared up at the intercom as the voice behind it finished the wake up call and quickly splitting the chain with one tentacle partially extracted from his back, leaving the cuff around his wrist with a small piece of the chain hanging.


Shirou slowly stood up with numb legs, placing his hand on the wall and walked towards his cell down, opening it and walking down the hall heading towards the Cafeteria and slowly retracting his claw into his back.

 

[ganymede]

Reina didn't exactly look... In a good mood, so Anita was glad when she didn't snap or anything. The food comment wasn't a joke, but she gave a small laugh. It was true. "As always." She swallowed down a bite of cardboard tasting 'food' that almost brought the slight smile off her face. Luckily, she was used to it. Not so lucky that she had to have it, though. "Better than being starved out so they can see what happens, though, huh?" Starving almost seemed like a good option, actually, but she was sure they'd just pump her full of nutrients and probably punish her.


Anita raised an eyebrow at the sudden grin. "What's up? Decided you like the taste of slop?" She ate another bite and did grimace this time. Nevermind, I'm still not immune to it.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Aida woke to the noise of the intercom, startled from the loudness of it echoing in her empty room. She covered her ears as the intercom blared the horrible noise. When it finally stopped, she shakily got up from laying on the white, padded ground and walked towards the door. It automatically opened up for her to exit from her cell, like it did every morning for the last four years.


Walking down the hallway was a pain, it was full of pure white and felt empty as each step echoed to her. Although the echos silenced as it was overrun with noise from the cafeteria. Not from the other experiments, but from the machines lowering to give the food to the ones in there. She slowly walked up to the machine, grabbed a tray, and sat down at a table that contained two girls. One had a full waterproof jacket, and the other with sharp red eyes and soft, reddish hair. Aida sat near to the edge of the table, in case she might wish to move, and ate the bland food quietly. The two girls conversed slightly, yet it seemed slightly awkward. What would I know about a normal conversation, though? She thought, frowning a little at her inexperience of social activity.


She tried to remember the red eyed girl's name, already hearing that the other's name was Anita. What a pretty name. Aida thought, yearning to voice this, but too scared to try. Her mind conjured up the possibilities of her being treated oddly, not wanting that to happen. Instead, she continued eating the horrible stuff the scientists called "food". All she normally did for this was shut out the bland, awful taste and remember the taste of bread, and pizza. It usually helped, but today it didn't seem to have an effect.

 

[Spice]

Nia shot up out of the bed when she heard the the blaring intercom, nothing new there. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was white, and the burning caused her to close them again. Agh! Where are my sunglasses? She groped along the table until she reached them and put them on. To any normal person wearing these it would seemed completely black but really, it was actually perfect, allowing her to see like anyone else. With them on she left the cell, hers being bigger than most because of her height.


At the mess hall, she could see it was already filling up. She sat down on a bench after casually grabbing her slop with no effort needed at all. She watched others disgusted expressions as they ate it. Nia only just grabbed a spoon and started eating it, she didn't know what was so bad about it, she had this practically every day for all meals back at where she used to live. Her mom was probably the worst cook ever. In fact, this tasted even better than her meals.


Sitting back, she though of how she could escape in an instant. The thing was, she didn't want to. Okay, maybe not exactly that. She hated the tests, just like anyone else. She did want to leave but, if she were to be found, she would immediately be sent back to her old family's house. They would call her a freak and make the rest of her life miserable. Plus, she'd have to go back to eating food that was worse than this.

 

[underpressure]

Gilles was jarred by the intercom, the sound penetrating the peace and quiet he previously had. He wasn't a light sleeper, to be sure. He rubbed his eyes, and started to blink a few times to adjust. He sat upright in bed, and groaned. He started to roll his shoulders, having been stiffened by the awkward position he slept in the previous night. The occasional pops were discomforting, and made him shudder a bit once he'd finished stretching. Gilles yawned loudly, and started to work out his hair. It was thick enough at this point and he had enough experience to do the braid and the rings himself. After wrestling with his pale-yellow locks to his will, he reached behind the bed and took out the fluffy sweater he cast off the previous night. He slipped it on, and hugged himself to feel the soft, plush quality of the down feathers that'd gone into it.


He then threw on his shoes and stepped from the room, to the sound of the door shutting and locking itself behind him. He sighed, not willing to put up an argument. What could he do, to even disrupt the system for but a moment. Fluffy feather boy. Wimpy, and a power to match. He'd need to get everyone else in on it, and such a proposal would sound absurd-- as well as something that would get him killed. He didn't want to leave anyone behind, either. That'd be unforgivable.


He started towards the cafeteria, writing himself and his idea off as pipe-dreams. He was just too soft. The walk was quiet, aside from the other subjects moving in. He was certain to be last, and still half-asleep by the time he got there. Gilles walked towards the machine dispensing food, and didn't complain. It was bland, but filling to say the least. He looked around, and walked over to sit by Aida. He didn't bother to watch Anita and Reina's interaction, seeing it as not his place. He offered a stiff and slight nod to Aida, before turning in his seat and concentrating on eating. There was a slight chill rolling over his shoulders-- natural, given the stretch of the sweater as he tried to test how he could bend the mass of down-feathers. He didn't even know the value in that, but it probably wasn't important. The red star tattooed just above his collarbone and below his neck looked especially saturated with color, in the light of the room. It was plainly visible, given the lower neck on the sweater.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Aida looked over to see a boy sit near her as she quietly finished her food. When he gave her a small nod, she awkwardly smiled at him, nodding back in his direction. She's heard of him before, the one with the feather sweater. His name was... Gilles? Correct... Good to know I remember names at least. She moved her tray over, tapping the table lightly as a nervous habit. "He-hey Gilles." After greeting him verbally, she took her tray to the cleaning area, and placed it on the conveyor belt to be cleaned. Once she put her dishes away, she walked back to the table and sat down where she was. Her hair flipped out onto her back as she sat down, while her bangs swiveled a little from position. She didn't bother to fix her hair, since it would just end up a mess after testing today.

 

[underpressure]

Gilles perked up, hearing a slight tapping and a verbal accompaniment. His effort to tune things out was misspent, and ineffectual. He looked up from his tray, and stepped from the table. Who was she. He wasn't good with names. He walked over to the cleaning space Aida had gone to, and set it down on the conveyor belt as she did. He then trudged back to the table, rubbing one eye a bit. He sat down, and looked at her. He seemed a bit concerned, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay? You look a bit disheveled. I mean... Do you need me to fix your hair?" He sputtered out, trying to not be overbearing. He clasped his hands in his lap, and started to eye her to gauge her reaction. Oh man, did I already overshoot? I didn't even consider if that was okay. I-- GOD. He thought, shuddering just a bit with the discomfort he brought onto himself. Almost as a nervous habit, he brought up one of his hands to rest over the star above his collarbone, and he looked away from her.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

She looked up at him after sitting down, listening to his questions as they rushed out of his mouth. It seemed a little odd to her how nervous he seemed, but she ignored the thought. She ran her hand over her arm, rubbing it gently as she nervously conjured an answer for him. "I.. I haven't talked to someone i-in a while, so I don't know how I feel anymore..." She gingerly brushed her bangs back to their normal position with her slightly tan, small hand. Her nails were short, since the scientists always kept them trimmed in case she had any ideas, since the trimming would cause her caracal claws to be shorter, and not as sharp.


Her light green eyes wandered to Gilles as he rested his hand on his collarbone while looking away from her. Did I do something? She scooted an inch closer to him, not knowing how close she was to him yet. The strips of hair that laid on her back slid to the right as she slightly tilted her head in curiosity of his reaction. Do I act that way around people too? Lost in thought, she looked up to him, trying to determine what to say. Soon enough she would have to do something to break the silence. "So... your sweater... was that given to you...?" Her voice was quiet as she asked the question, and raised in pitch slightly at the end of it to emphasize the question. It seemed a little odd to her, but she really didn't know any other way to converse.


Even outside of this place, she was almost mute to everyone around her, especially in school. No one talked to her in school, and she always liked to keep it that way. Most would see her reading a book, or attempting to draw an animal, such as a dog or a cat. But now, she mainly just stays quiet, cooperates in testing, and then sleeps. Her days weren't so eventful in this place, although sometimes they would be quite interesting. Today felt like any other day, but something felt off about it. It almost felt like something was going to happen, and they could all escape today, but she wasn't sure. Who knows... it may just be a regular day.

 

[underpressure]

Gilles sighed a bit, and cast his gaze back at Aida. He felt unnerved, and just couldn't handle it. She was difficult to read, and he couldn't really appeal to her-- to close whatever gap was between them. He was having to feel his way around the conversation, and really show more of himself. He took his hand off of his neck, and started to play with his braid a bit, trying to occupy himself as he worked up whatever was in him to speak to her. That icebreaker was bizarre, to say the least. He took his hand from the braid, and rested it on the low-cut collar of the sweater. "Oh, this one? I made it. Last night, actually. I couldn't sleep very well, so I found a way to pass the time." He admitted, and he started to look her over. Aida seemed as timid as he was, and that actually felt like a good starting point. His hands fell down in his lap together again, and he tried to put up a weak smile.


Her earlier comment felt weird though. Like he hadn't spoken a lot, either. He shrugged his shoulders, and nodded a bit. "Yeah. I haven't spoken much either, to be honest." He said, quieting down a bit. Gilles wasn't especially good at communicating without riding the wavelength the other person was on, and it showed. He seemed to tense up when Aida closed in on him. It felt nice, being noticed. He just didn't know how to respond, despite being so quick to register it. His eyes shifted, looking at his feet. He tried to listen for Aida, but he was just really anxious.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

Aida smiled at his answer, interested in how he made it. She saw his nervousness in his eyes, and tried to appear not so nervous herself. Yet it was hard, since the starting question she had was a little strange and hard to work with. "That's amazing..." She trailed off after voicing her thought openly, then looked down at her hands, which switched to lay in her lap. The comment she made felt a little awkward, causing her to blush a little with embarrassment. Her eyes then turned up to looked at him, which followed with her head. "What is your power?" She said out of the blue, smiling a little at him after asking her question.


"It's hard to speak when your being tested on constantly.." Aida's voice faded from a regular pitch, to a quiet tone at the end of her sentence, losing herself in thought for a moment, then swimming back to the real world. Her eyelids closed, then opened up again a few times to help her regain thought. When she saw him tensing up, she scooted a little bit away, attempting in trying to keep him comfortable in the situation. Soon the testing would start, and the scientists would call them by name in alphabetical order. Aida was second on the list, after Anita went. The time for breakfast was coming to an end soon.


(OOC: Perhaps this will help this roleplay become more active, there must be more people posting. We can't be the only ones here after all. Sorry if I may seem like I'm taking over the roleplay, I'm not trying to seem that way but tell me if I may seem that way to you. Just a friendly reminder for people to remember that this roleplay is still here. ( ))


@ganymede @Cloud Nagasake @xIDiamond @pasteleslie @Shadow

 

[xIDiamond]

Almost groaning with boredom she couldn't stand just sitting alone listening to everyone else talk. Nervously she walked over to what looked like a busy table , "Hi." she left her food behind at her old table , she wasn't really in the mood for slop. Sniggering she was surprised by how hard Giles was trying. She couldn't believe that it had taken this long for people to start talking to eachother. Making sure her sunglasses and headphones were on she sat down there "Is it ok if I sit here?" Trying desperately to remember their names it finally came to her , Giles! and Adia . Drumming her fingers on the table she waited for them to call her up , she hated the wait , they should just do it and be over with it.


((Sorry for not posting , my Wi-Fi is terrible , I have had none for 2 hours Also some people have different time zones so that could be why they haven't posted))

 

[underpressure]

Gilles perked up, trying to accommodate Rayne. It was a difficult gear-shift from talking to Adia, but he tried. "Yeah, that's cool with me." He said, trying to work up more energy. He tried to shift a bit, to give Rayne some room. He then looked past her, and at Adia. Another shifting of gears-- he seemed to go back to how he was with her-- as if only putting on a smile for Rayne because of how she approached them. He folded his arms a bit apprehensively, and felt like he was being accused of something. "Are you sure you want to know what my power is? It's not all that special, to be honest." He said, trying to skate around the fact that she was blushing. It was cute, but he thought there was something else to it. He didn't think he was all that special, and her taking an interest in him was bizarre. "Are you okay?" He asked, leaning in just a bit. He raised an eyebrow, and his hands started to clasp together gently in his lap. She was really nice, but also shaky. If only he remembered her name.


Gilles blinked a few times, and nodded stiffly. He didn't want any feelings to be hurt, but he had to know for sure what was up. He was frail, and lily-white. He played with feathers. How could someone be like that with him? It was truly mystifying. He certainly didn't think of himself as special. He didn't want to step on any toes, but trying his best still either felt not good enough or like too much.

 

[FlameintheRoses]

(( Aida* guys xD and it's fine. :3 ))


Noticing the new girl at the table, she smiled and greeted her quietly. "Hey." When Gilles answered the girl's question, she saw no need to repeat the same thing, returning to the conversation. She felt a little more comfortable around people, but wasn't sure about it quite yet. A smile spread to her cheeks, keeping a happy demeanor to show for the others. This conversational key she learned from watching teachers in her old school converse before she visited the nurse, watching them talk as she walked by in the hallway. "Yes, any power is special here." She waited for a moment, then spoke a little more. "If it helps, my power is shape-shifting. Although, I can only shift into a caracal cat for a short amount of time." Her left hand moved to the back of her head, scratching a little nervously as she closed her eyes, continuing to smile. Once she opened her eyes, she lowered her hand to her lap, holding her right hand with her left.


Hopefully this conversation lasts until I have to leave for testing. Aida thought to herself, as she waited for yet another response, hoping the information she gave would help lead them to speak. Conversations felt nice to have, and she wondered to herself why she didn't speak before, knowing that it was too late to change the past.

 

[underpressure]

Gilles seemed a bit weirded out. He assumed that every power was something abstract and strange like his. He didn't want to tell her anything though-- but her talking made him feel like he had to. He raised one hand from his lap, and scratched his neck a bit, as a nervous habit. He seemed to appreciate her company, despite his difficulty with communicating. He spoke up a bit, trying to get his quiet voice to reach Aida. "Well, I can make this sweater. I don't know how much you want to hear. It's pretty lame." He said, tilting his head a bit. He didn't think he could top turning into a big jungle cat. He totally couldn't. Ontop of that, he didn't want to. He brought his upraised hand back down, and sat it in his lap. He looked at Aida, and shook his head. He felt nice, being noticed. He just was making the wrong moves.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Reina simply rolled her eyes at the comment, although she continued to grin. "Starving wouldn't exactly be better," she said, with a frown, her eyes still focused upon the platform. She was ignoring the food on her tray, as a grin continued to spread across her face. Reina shook her head at the girl's guess. "No... no, not that," she said, grinning, as she stood, approaching the platform. She looked down at it, stepping up, placing her foot on the metal as she looked around at all of them. Suddenly, a robotic voice spoke. "Reina, report for testing." It spoke, and Reina's eyes widened. There.. was never private testing. Reina looked around at all of them. "Hey Anita! Bring this thing up for me!" he shouted, a smirk on her face. "We're getting out of here!" she shouted, raising a fist into the air, her red eyes moving from subject to subject. "The only reason we haven't escaped this place, is because we haven't tried! This platform here used to lower our food down to use could be the way out! We could finally be free from all these fucking experiments!" she shouted,

 

[Spice]

Nia swallowed the bite of food she had in her mouth. I'm with you, as long as I don't have to go back to my old family. She muttered the last part after 'you' because she didn't want others to hear. She stood up and readjusted her sunglasses. I do not want to be here any longer. I feel that I may be really helpful because of my teleportation.





@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[ganymede]

Anita watched Reina curiously as she approached the platform. Is she...? Oh my god, she is. Anita couldn't help grin, even as she was mentally discounting the plan. This is ridiculous. We should take time to plan it, but... If we don't do it now, she's in a lot of trouble. I could save myself and ignore her, but what's the gain in that?


"You're going to get us all killed," Anita said, though she got up and was smiling more than she had in a long time. She didn't doubt that they'd probably kill all of them, anyway.


She made her way over to the platform and appraised it. "I usually work directly on control systems, or at least with them in site. But I think I can manage this." Anita rested her hand on the platform and concentrated. She could feel the electricity coursing through it. She tracked it, mind following it's path, until - there! A control panel. She breathed out slowly and the platform rose up. "Be careful!" She moved her hand from the platform, feeling slightly drained. It had been from a distance, which usually exhausted her, but having direct contact had made it easier. "I'll bring it back down in a few minutes to bring the rest of us up, okay?"


@SirDerpingtonIV

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Anita watched Reina curiously as she approached the platform. Is she...? Oh my god, she is. Anita couldn't help grin, even as she was mentally discounting the plan. This is ridiculous. We should take time to plan it, but... If we don't do it now, she's in a lot of trouble. I could save myself and ignore her, but what's the gain in that?
"You're going to get us all killed," Anita said, though she got up and was smiling more than she had in a long time. She didn't doubt that they'd probably kill all of them, anyway.


She made her way over to the platform and appraised it. "I usually work directly on control systems, or at least with them in site. But I think I can manage this." Anita rested her hand on the platform and concentrated. She could feel the electricity coursing through it. She tracked it, mind following it's path, until - there! A control panel. She breathed out slowly and the platform rose up. "Be careful!" She moved her hand from the platform, feeling slightly drained. It had been from a distance, which usually exhausted her, but having direct contact had made it easier. "I'll bring it back down in a few minutes to bring the rest of us up, okay?"


@SirDerpingtonIV

Reina nodded, with a grin. "I'm glad you're in, Nia," the red-haired girl said to the girl in glasses, before turning and simply nodding to Anita as it began to raise. She made a salute, a grin on her face, before fire burst to life in her hands. "Wish me luck everyone! I'll neutralize whatever I can up here!" she shouted, as she ascended, and was sealed into the new space. Around her, it appeared to be a sort of kitchen, which appeared to be empty. "They actually COOK that shit?!" she muttered disbelievingly, before continuing to walk around the room. She lit the stove, and looked around for cooking oil, before pouring it onto the stove's flame. She grinned as it erupted, just as a siren began to wail. A few seconds later, a few men entered the room, strange devices in hand. Reina threw a fist towards them, and a large mass of the Stove's flame roared across the room. The men screamed as they caught fire, and Reina felt the drain of using the flame, and the lure of using more. After the guards had stopped screaming, she headed over to the door, closing it, looking around the rest of the room. It had no windows, and a certain... chill, despite the roaring flames. She simply held position, fire ready incase someone else came through the doorway.