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Fantasy The Imperfects

(Hmm, okay....Hi, senpai. :3)


Sanella coughed, her body still weak from the last session. If the escape was a failure, she was sure to receive something worse than any of the times before. They might even decide to kill her in the most painful way possible. Fear started to overtake her, and her body began to shake, even if it was a little. She buried her face into Sebastian's shoulder, trying to calm herself down.


Her thoughts were filled with such negative thoughts. She shivered at the punishments they might receive, but Sanella knew that the scientists had so much more in store for them; it wasn't something a small, inexperienced girl could ever imagine. But she wasn't sure about the punishment Sebastian would receive--he had escaped his cell, possibly by injuring a staff, then freed other...prisoners. She whimpered, her voice shaking slightly; she couldn't help but feel guilty for the entire thing.
 
(Eek someone has to save my character, she's not ready to die!)


Squirming in the mecha's grip, Blade dropped her dagger, not that it would have done her any good. She could hear the general's cold laughter from outside the room as she futilely struggled to escape. There was a reason the mecha stayed isolated from everyone. Not even Blade could punish this creature. How ironic, she thought, that the scientist's own experiment could end up dooming them all. "He won't give you freedom!" She said desperately. "He'll make you a slave for the military!"


(Edited slightly @Keggamine )
 
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Keon's mouth closed, the process stopping as she harshly dropped the subject and looked at the General in idiocy. "How could I have been so stupid. A perfect meal right in front of me." Her large, trembling, broad structure easily snapped three bars with one swing of her fist. The men, scared and stepped back. She eyed the general, as both of her clawed fists smashed the two men beside him, snapping their spines as they fell, leaving a welt on their heads, exposing fatal wounds. Her audits locked onto his as his breath became unstable, her tail piercing the general's abdomen, and a life stripped from his bones. "Feel my wrath..." Her mechanical voice grumbled, the void sucking in his flesh in such fine molecules, leaving him in bones. Keon's hunger was now satisfied. Well, only a fourth of it.





@Ananfal
 
(I have an awful time difference. For which, I am incredibly sorry.)


There was somebody calling her name. Well, that was a first. She was normally ignored, seeing as she was kind of boring and couldn't move very much.


"Hello?" Eloise called back. Carefully, she rolled off her bed, cringing in agony as she landed on her knees. She crawled to the door and leant against it, breathing heavily in pain.


"Is... Somebody there?" Eloise said, between breaths.
 
"H-hello Eloise, my name is Angel." She had to call quietly as her ability kept trying to sneak its way into her speech, not just her songs, "I'm a captive here as well, are you alright? I'll see if I can open the door okay?" She then tried to figure out how these doors were locked and unlocked and tried to open it.
 
Miraculously, it seemed the mechanical beast had broken through the the heavy metal cell door and was feasting upon the military personnel that fell like flies when introduced to an electric current. With blood just exploding and covering the the outer side of the now broken door, it started to seep into the room farther and farther it ran like a river until it reached Quinten's unbroken left hand. For just a moment, his brain clicked and everything started to come into perspective and just how grave the situation was. In a flash he stood up and as he did the massive blood was streaming up his arm and when he pressed his hand against the wall a large symbol appeared and collapsed like it was being imploded, which pulled him in and anything else before it closed.


The new environment was dim, the only sound that was audible was a slow dripping noise and the occasional metal scraping on metal. Knowing he was still in the facility but not which part he gazes around to get a feel for his surroundings, and was astonished to see it was part of the long ago abandoned west wing that was cemented closed years before, no longer apart of the main base. It was dirty,broken equipment lied around only illuminated by old lights probably activated earlier when Jason had been over loaded and in haste power was shut off and then back on again. Quinten draw-ed one of his knees closer to his chest, lost once again.


(ooc: here's they symbol
chakana-image1.jpg
I tried to find a smaller verson)
 
Sebastian was really nervous now. He has no idea, not even an clue where they are going. For all he knows, they might be running in circles. "Come on! What, not even one sign?!" He shouted, really frustrated now. This might be another one of their sadistic tests, allowing them to hope, only for that hope to be squished later on. Suddenly, Sanella started sobbing on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He ask, not even stopping.
 
(ooc: It depends on if you wanted your chara to be sucked in or not, that's why i left it kinda vague for your guys decision)
 
(Alright then...)


Blade lay on the floor where Keon had dropped her, her ribs aching from the mecha's bruising grip. She simply breathed for a minute, unable to do anything else. Sensing something bad in the air, she just closed her grip over her dagger right before the wall exploded and she felt herself move. The spatial distortion confused her and when she finally stopped moving, she heaved the contents of her stomach onto the floor. When she could finally get up, she teetered on her feet slightly. "You..." She spoke, seeing Quentin. "Experiment, what did you do?!"
 
(ok )


Illia sits in her cell, staring at the small pinprick of blood on her arm where she was just injected. She listens to the commotion outside, not sure whether its real or if shes imagining it. She seems to be doing that a lot lately, imagining things. Like that knife in her arm, that wasn't there two seconds ago. She chooses to ignore it, as she doesn't feel any pain.


She gets up and walks around her cell, staring at all the bloodstains on the wall, oh look, that one is shaped like a smiley face. She wishes she could wipe it away, a bloody smile is not what you would wants to wake up to every morning. But no matter what she tried, it wouldn't go away, she was starting to think it was an illusion. Yesterday it had laughed at her, that had ruined the rest of her day.


(Hows that? I tried to write from an insane persons perspective.)
 
Keon looked at Blade as she moved, and she tripped, a loud bang echoing from the weight of this monster's frame. It appeared Keon was being dragged, as her form returned to being human. "Gaaaaahhh!" She felt herself being moved into a new void, in which she fell into a place with the two subjects she was to take, but faltered in the process. "The hell?!"
 
Quinten was still able to comprehend reality to an extent as Blade confronts him and as Keon shoots from the now closed cement wall that was coated in the Bloody symbol. "A portal, and a good one at that. wherever that blood came from was very powerful indeed." he says clenching both of his fists to feel whats left of the power from the blood. "It took all that blood to make that portal and even more when you two passed through it" Not being too happy about that he stands up and starts to get a crazy look in his eyes as his corrupting madness was dragging his mind down once again. "Were all going to die in here.. were never going to see the light again."


(ooc: Yea I'll get Leon up in the action but before that I'll be right back)
 
Illia amuses herself with the fork she found in her lunch tray, using telekinesis to bend it in all different shapes. She debates whether or not she would be able to kill herself with it, but decides against it, its probably just an illusion anyway. It turns into a posy and she laughs to her self.


" Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.........I must be going mad."


She sighs and throws the posie/fork into the corner.
 
"Angel." Eloise muttered, under her breath, "Angel." She leaned against the door, "Are you here to hurt me? Or try and get me out?" Neither seemed good. If she was here to experiment on her, that meant more pain. If she was here to get her out, that meant running and more pain. She couldn't win either way.
 
"No I...I'm not here to hurt you, and I don't think leaving right now is a good idea since there seems to be some kind of craziness going on but I can keep you company for a while if I can open the door." She said and managed to figure out how to get the door to open and went in and saw the girl on the floor and hurt. She hurried to the young girl's side and saw the damage and wondered if she could help at all. She remembered what happened last time she used her power but this seemed like an emergency and decided to deal with whatever came and placed her hands on the young girl's legs and started to make her hands glow as the girl's legs started to heal and soon Angel felt that awful sting shoot up her arms and the longer she went on healing the more pain she was in and eventually it started to show on her skin as the palms of her hands started to turn purple and some skin started to patch off and the pain got to be too much and she stopped and the young girl's legs had a bit more strength in them and there was no more pain. "Are...are you alright now?" She asked as she backed up to the wall and slid down cradling her pain-riddled hands.
 
"They don't hurt as much." Eloise said, "Not completely better but... You've done better than any of my doctors." She stared down at her legs in disbelief. She could move them without feeling like she was burning in the fires of hell. It was amazing! All the pain she'd been in for years had began to cease.


"I wish I'd met you ten years ago." Eloise said.
 
"T-ten years ago…I didn't have this power…" She said in a strained and pained voice,"…oh this hurts…why does it hurt so much…" She held her hands in her lap and curled around them to try and make the pain stop but it wouldn't. She slowly rocked back and forth as she sat against the wall trying to nurse her injured hands. After a few minutes she held them in front of her face and saw what had become of them. There were awful soars that had already turned purple and red from infection and skin flaked off in patches like a dieting tree.
 
The girl had clearly hurt herself trying to help Eloise. Which probably meant that Eloise should try and do something. She couldn't think of anything, so she just watched silently as Angel struggled against the pain. From where Eloise was sitting, the girl's hands looked rather horrific and splotchy. The skin was flaky and various shades of purple. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Being someone that'd suffered from long term disease, you think she'd be fine with appearances and not bothered by these kinds of things. But the sight of disease disgusted her, it always had.
 
Angel clenched her hands tightly causing more pain but tried to heal herself but it wouldn't work and it caused her hands to bleed so she stopped and started to cry a little from the pain. She wanted Larvi to come back and help her like he did when they were alone in her cell but he probably didn't want to bother helping her now. "Now I really need some water....if not to drink then to sooth my hands at least." She said with a pained smile to the girl. "I'm glad I could help at least a little. It's the first useful thing I've been able to do since being brought here."
 
Eloise nodded, still staring. After a moment, she said:


"Thank you." For helping me, she added silently, for taking pity on me. For noticing me. She didn't say any of things out loud because she didn't want to. All of the above phrases sounded downright pathetic.


"How'd you know my name?" Eloise wondered aloud.
 
"You're welcome." She said with that same pained smile as her hands throbbed and she cradled them again to try and take the pain away a little. She heard the girl's question and it was easy enough to answer, "Someone left a clip board outside the door and it had your name on it when I read it."
 

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