Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[Sybil]

Pisha​

The female form just smiled at the joke, acknowledging his humor. Not a joke for her, but she knows she will never be full if her long life has taught her anything.

"Think nothing of it Eddie, I get fed little nibbles from this type of incident... I like this place though, so don't worry. Plenty of magic in a dense place, way easier to find sustenance here than in a desert or a search and destroy in the streets." She stretched her arms over her head, leaning all the way back until her head almost touched the ground before rising up again as if it was a normal thing.
"I will be around, so never hesitate to call as you want." And with that she would vanish, likely her listed ability of invisibility as the faint sound of shoes could be heard.
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He smells unique... what the hell is his magic hangup? Maybe something like an incubus? Does he smell of something.... sensual? Nature of his magic? Confusing, but exciting. He will reveal it I am sure, so no need for me working for the answer.

The demon smirked to themselves as she thought on the Warden, yet to know much of anything about his power or its sexually transmitted nature, but she could smell it.

KasperXIII

 

[WillfulWren]

If anyone had suggested that Silver was afraid of the dark, she would have scoffed, with a remark about her love for feline forms, how her scarlet eyes reflected light exactly like a cats...It was a ridiculous idea. But the thought of being secured to the wall, unable to hear anyone sneaking up on her, unable to see anything at all...

If she hadn't already emptied the contents of her stomach onto Jason's shoes - she wasn't sorry about that, by the way - she would have thrown up. Instead she just snarled, baring razor sharp fangs as she thrashed around. She sunk said fangs into the hand of a guard, trying to pull free of them. It failed, obviously, and she was forced to the ground, fighting all the way. In some dim part of her mind she knew this wouldn't help, but she was running purely on animal instinct, and terror.

After all, it wasn't darkness she was afraid of, though it was an element in why she was panicking so much. It was helplessness, confinement...Being unable to run or fight or do anything. To be trapped, the true fear of all wild creatures.

Even in her supposedly human form, one couldn't mistake her for something natural and human, with the slitted pupils of those scarlet eyes, and the points of her ears...Her pale skin was blood splattered, and her silver hair was even messier than normal, some parts nearer to her face streaked with rusty red. But the most nonhuman trait was her canine teeth, resembling some large predator's fangs more than human teeth. There's a reason she has a muzzle, as she is prone to biting...As the guards holding her can testify to.

 

[Sybil]

Pisha​

The sensory deprivation chamber was sealed, Sam closing it up and standing guard as needed, now leaving Silver all alone with no sense but the cold touch of shackles and the burning electrum band on her now. Not even a gunshot would be heard in such a place by the shapeshifter, all the more reason to be worried.

As for the void being? That was their home, utter and complete sensory absence in an empty space of viscous nothing. No up, now down, no light. A true void. It was so... boring to her. She wanted to be fed and see exciting things, never really caring one way or the other how it ended up as long as it was entertaining. That is why Silver would suddenly catch the scent of something in the room from where there was none.

"You cannot even hear me I bet... usually I don't go in here since its no fun when they don't fight back... but you really do not like this do you." She snickered to herself, poking the girl's cheek. As they grazed it, the rest of the tar would dissipate into their hand and it was nigh impossible to rid someone of it in such a short time, and with it went the muzzle as it was seemingly undone. Before Silver could lash out the demon stuck their thumb into their mouth and pressed on her jaw. If she tries to bite down she would be unable to break or puncture the digit and yet it would feel soft despite that, and to her surprise, it would also taste like a normal thumb.

With that, Pisha would lean closer, moving an earmuff. "Aren't I nice? A beast like you and I give you some relief? Does that taste good?" In case any guards came in, or worse the Warden, she would possess the captive and have her restraints put back the way they were using her shadow magic.

WillfulWren

 

[WillfulWren]

The albino's breathing was ragged, and despite the exhaustion (and concussion) making her drowsy, she pulled at the chains every now and then, hoping against hope that they'd break...But she was still when the demon touched her, and in an instant she went from kind of drowsy - the anger and fear had turned into a kind of apathy by this point - to instantly alert, snapping and snarling at the stranger. There was an outraged squeak as something was forced into her mouth, and she bit down, only to find that...She couldn't do anything. It tasted like human flesh, something she'd had quite enough of today.

Silver had to hold back a sigh of relief as the earmuff was moved, and the voice spoke. She shook her head violently, in answer to both questions apparently. The demon is not nice, and it doesn't taste that good either. Thumbs and limbs are fine, but organs - especially the heart - were what she liked most about eating humans.

Idly, Silver wondered if this was some other form of punishment, something cruel and unusual, that hadn't been said earlier so it'd be a surprise. A nasty surprise, anyway.

 

[Sybil]

Pisha​

The demon could tell they were displeased easily, whether it be their touch or their belittling. Whichever it was there was no need to figure it out. Slowly she applied more pressure to the teeth, grinning as she could feel the teeth start to bend ever so slightly out of their placement.

"I heard Sam talking to you, she seems to have decided you are her first prisoner to fully 'rehabilitate' in this hole. It is interesting, so I decided to look at the cannibal freak... ahh hell I wanted a bit more I can't lie!" She starts to pull the jaw towards her, pulling it back and threatening to pull it out of its socket. "I just wanted to also confirm you would be good. As much as I love outbursts, it is a fucking drag to actually try. So.... will you behave?" With that Pisha let go of the jaw, allowing her to speak.

If Silver did not provide an answer that sounded subservient, then the demon would open their jaws with their hands and spit a glob of their tar down their throat, clogging the airway completely. Would it kill them? If the demon did nothing, but she wouldn't let any permanent damage happen. She just knows that asphyxiation scares most living creatures.

WillfulWren

 

[WillfulWren]

Silver fought down the urge to whimper as the demon messed with her jaw, but instead of snarling like she normally would, when she was released she smiled sweetly. "I already said I'd behave, didn't I? There's no need for any bulling, you know...It's quite rude, actually." Yes, Silver, you give a lecture on manners after killing and eating a guard, because that's correct etiquette.

"There's no need to worry about me. I'm a sweet little kitten, after all." There's an obvious insolent tone in her words, almost like she's mocking the demon, but she's a cat. Mocking people is her job. Though, as she thinks over what was said, she frowned, tilting her head to the side. "What does...Rehabilitate mean...?"
Sybil (Sorry it's short, I have to leave like right now)

 

[Sybil]

Pisha​

"Rude? I am just playing with you! To get in a place like this you have to be tough, so I am sure you can endure my entertainment like this." She thought the moment was had... until she was met with the reality of the shapeshifter's mental boundaries.

"Rehabilitation? It means that you are going to be fixed, that way if they ever release you, you will be normal. Right now you are just a beast that survived and lucky a local police station didn't gun you down like a feral bear..... but say, I hear a lot about you and the other new inmates. What can you do? Tell me and I will keep talking and not put the headphones and muzzle back on just yet." Pisha knew since a week ago when she and Sam arrived that the sensory deprivation and solitary rooms were going to be her favorite.

WillfulWren

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair huffed as the guard gave him permission to stand. brushing off his pants he mumbled, "Shouldn't have happened in the first place, fucking morons." He was thoroughly tired of lockdowns. The thought of taking advantage of the chaos crossed his mind, but that probably wouldn't accomplish much without people working together, with an actual plan. Or a riot. He wasn't that big a fan of planning ahead, as it usually is more trouble than it's worth. Because seriously, the point of trying to predict what will happen in the future and acting accordingly was lost on him, because, as he saw it, you really can't know what the future holds for certain. Things rarely line up like you want them to, so a better skill would be to be able to react well in the moment. So riot sounds like the best option to him. He sighs and sits back down in the bench. Oh, back to the work we all know and loathe.

 

[Athanas]

Will was rather surprised when she approached to help him up. God dammit! She must've seen the whole nervous breakdown. Bravo, Will! he chided himself. Nevertheless, he eagerly took the proffered hand, shakily getting back on his feet. He mentally noted that she was no longer electrified, as she was calm. Therefore, her power had to do with hear demeanor. Nervously shifting from one foot to another, he said "Thanks. Uhh, sorry about before: I was just.. trying.. you know" he made a nervous pause, before managing to continue. "..Trying to calm you down, is all". Realizing that this line of conversation was probably rather awkward, he instead cracked a smile "I deserve that for trying to make friends in a prison, after all." He briefly chuckled at his own joke, before his eye caught the unwholesome face of the guard, staring right at them. Sighing, he added: "Looks like this guy apparently is eager to have us return to work. oh well. Hopefully we'll talk later." With that, he returned back to his bench, continuing to manufacture furniture.

firebright24

 

[WillfulWren]

"I heard an inmate slipped her inhibitor and killed someone...So at least this lockdown was an actual emergency, not something stupid like...The events at breakfast." The guards were supposed to be even more on guard than usual, but Gentian couldn't really be bothered to pretend that he was going to shoot someone if they took a tiny misstep. He's not very good at the whole brutality thing after all, despite how his antisocial nature cried out to the contrary. He may not like other humans, but too hurt someone....No, Gentian was too gentle a person for that. He just hoped that there wouldn't be another incident like earlier.
He'd initially been covering for one of the wonder trio in the kitchen, but the girl had slipped her inhibitor and ran, so he was sent to his assigned job, as more senior guards were called to control the situation. But then, he'd managed to switch.

He'd rather not spend the time he had left in this job with his sister. After all, he had more than heard of the shapeshifter girl slipping her inhibitor. He had let her escape...The death was on his shoulders.





"But...I don't need to be fixed! I'm fine just the way I am! After all, humans are just animals, it's stupid that they consider themselves so above all other living things." It should be worrying that she speaks about humans as if she isn't one, but then again, she can be anything she wants, so it's hardly a surprise she wouldn't be human. Her opinion of humans is rather a low one, as all she's ever seen of them is bad - considering that aside from killing her first actual interaction with a human was when she captured.

"What I can do...? You mean, my power? I turn into animals." then she added, under her breath. "As if that wasn't obvious enough." At the mentions of the headphones, she flinched slightly, but she couldn't exactly get anywhere because of the chains.

 

[Dana Zane]

Calamitas started to hum a soft tune as she was chained against wall. She seems to be enjoying her punishment due that fact that the room wasn't noisy at all. Though silver and pisha are talking wasn't bothering her at all well except her new enhance mana draining collar that she was wearing would activate even with her weakest spell which annoyed her cause she won't be able to break the collar like the last one. She continued to hum the soft tune in peace.

WillfulWren Sybil

 

[Yonsisac]

-Val-
Head of security
Pass Location: Gen pop first floor
Current location: Front of wardens office door
Mention: Jasper and Warden
Interaction: Jasper Bent and Warden KasperXIII
Action: Maintain position at wardens front door till he arrives while informing Jasper to be formal

As soon the centaur began to march the radio came to life as the warden announce he would be on his way towards the office of how she should not leave him un-watched. Well that is something she would never even decide to think of, leaving this inmate without a eye on him. Reaching to her radio she replied "Affirmative, you can count on me sir" and soon holstering it as her eyes trailed over her shoulder and look at The mind reader. The steel doors open as walking through, her eyes trailed down the hall at the small mess of ink-substance as officers began to move in and get things clean. Soon enough she expected those papers, KIA Reports of any officers in the incident and injured, she just hoped this would not halt or cancel the special visit coming next week or the near future. Speaking of such the mind reader gave a comment of how her job is a thrill and she agrees. Most of the time it was papers, serious face and keeping a eye on inmates and if they do not act well then yes it becomes a thrill. Made her feel "admired" in a ay seeing how Jasper sees her job as a "Thrill" witch was not a good descriptions.

Beside his word of excitement, the fact commented on how they all fear being jab at, she being guarded and feeling safe was something. A soft serious chuckle came from her as she looked behind towards jasper adding "I don't need people guarding me and i think you are very aware of that now are you Inmate Jasper?" it seems she as very confident of how strong she was and many cant deny it but, yes, she as cocky a lot can see but soon "....Except from one person" The head guard added at the last second as the though of one person she actually feared.... Looking forward and making her way towards the wardens offices, passing through a T section and taking left down a short hall and a right as another sleet door waited, a tainted glass window watch as behind was guard who controlled the door opening it as Val passed signaling to follow keeping a eye on him every once and a while. A checkpoint of sort as they enter a "Less" cement prison looking section, were no prisoner could come to. "And yes i am aware its rather "unfair" in a way for all of you to cower thinking of being abused in ways but, its all your faults you ended up here be it slaughtering innocents or such inhuman acts....all deserve it, except a few, but all must be treated the same" Signaling that she as aware how "Innocent" was jasper and she quotes it but it dint mean he would be treated nice forever as if one slight error or ignore order, he would regret it greatly.

Soon they arrive at a wooden door with a slate saying the wardens name, The centaur turn around looking down the hall to see the warden coming. One hand on her back and the other on the inmates shoulder to not just keep Jasper in place but make sure he docent lean on the wall or sit on the floor, maybe plant his face on he bar window to see outside. He must behave and maintain posture as this was not some Informal visit, mayor importance and he being a inmate, don't expect "Luxuries". "The Warden will be here soon enough, remember all the rules and you will go without a problem, maintain a respectful posture and always speak in a calm manner, do i make myself clear?" Of course not like some billionaire butler or some restaurant waiter, but with respect of course as this was the warden after all not some lone guard or inmate companion. Finally her last addition "And lastly, when in working time, you will be given a small snack at half time just so you can stay full and not complain of not eating like today"

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent & Warden Edward Brookes |:|

Realizing the centaur guard was, much like him, in a bad mood after two lockdowns in an hour's time, Jasper figured he should get his act together and not act so informal and return to a serious appearance and attitude. Sarcasm and shrewd comments were his way to not show his frustration and annoyance, but there was, indeed, a time and place for everything, and moments away from confronting the Warden for a job opportunity wasn't either of those. Formality was the name of the game, as formal as a convicted, incarcerated criminal could be. Fortunately, formality wasn't quite a former concept for Jasper. Had this been under normal circumstances, he might've been given a chance to be in a minimal security prison in Filincia for white-collar criminals. Although murder of a high-rise judge was no small offense, the lack of proper evidence besides speculation and a debt to pay were the only reasons he was sentenced to 50 years in Thesta Penn. Simply put, no prison in his home nation was fit for handling someone as gifted as himself. And had it been one of those? Escape would've been a cakewalk for the telepathic man. Not in this house, though. And that second lockdown was proof of such. If normal measures weren't going to secure the renegade inmates trying to break out and murdering guards, Pisha would. She'd be a problem, and investigating how to neutralize such a divine entity would be difficult.

"I never expected equality here, Officer Felvon," Jasper verified. "I was merely venting." After all, Jasper's reasoning for being in prison was a form of injustice, so nobody could blame him for losing hope in any sort of judicial system. Although there was a time when he stood for proper justice and the rightful punishment for those deserving, his being sentenced to Thesta was that life-changing experience that altered his views forever.

They were approaching a part of the prison where no inmate truly knew in great detail: the Warden's quarters. Prisoners passed by the guard's offices plenty of times, and Jasper even had detailed maps of what guards worked where, and where each rests their head while on break while their precious rec room was undergoing renovations. But the Warden's office was uncharted waters. Inmates don't tend to come back from that point on. Lord only knows what becomes of an inmate when they're summoned by a guard with the damning words slipping from their tongues: 'Warden Brookes wants a word with you.' While Jasper's summoning wasn't quite under that same wording, and was instead praised for good behavior, fortunately, no inmates were around to hear and ogle at him, or at least give him glares that gave the impression that he wasn't coming back. And when he returns in one piece? He'd definitely get a few jealous glares. It's no wonder the Warden put his best in charge here to escort him. And honestly? He felt safer with Val than any of the other guards around. An odd detail about being near the office, though: it seemed like the AC was on pretty low in the area just outside the office, and it seemed from the crack between the door and the frame that it was even more freezing inside, almost like a meat locker. Wasn't Thesta cold enough as is, now he'd have to deal with the Warden cranking the AC down as low as it can go? At least gen-pop had adequate heating.

While he was instructed to remain formal, he did let out a loose grin when he heard that a snack would be part of the job description. Surely it had to be better than the food in the canteen. "That's appreciated, thank you," he responded. Maybe he could sneak a bit of the food out and let his cellmate share? If he finds a way to smuggle it out while being searched. That had to happen soon enough, and he was expecting it as they approached the door with the Warden's name engraved on the front. "Composure, got it. I used to work for the high courts of my home nation, so I do know the proper etiquette for meeting authority. That much, you can be sure of." Surely, Valka had read his file to know that this wasn't some lie to sweet-talk the guard. Indeed, though he was convicted, much of the officials from Filincia praised Jasper's behavior while he still worked as a judge's assistant.

And soon came the aging man himself: Warden Brookes. Seldom would the man ever set foot anywhere near gen-pop, the yard, or the canteen to avoid an aggressive confrontation with the inmates. The most he'd ever go besides his office was solitary confinement, the guard's offices, and the staff parking lot. Never anywhere that a semi-feral inmate could be, and today's incident was proof of that. He was one to cover up and protect his own ass. His dress seemed far different from the times he'd get in front of a camera to promote his prison, a tad more on the casual side. His iconic overcoat was still there, and his pants were obviously formal slacks. Though, his shirt didn't have a proper collar like his shirts would when he was in a suit. It was a button-down, and clearly had a padded shirt functioning as light armor underneath. He may not get in front of the inmates much, but he sure as hell was taking precautions, even though Jasper didn't need to get physical with the Warden to kill him if he wanted to. Edward knew this, but it wasn't quite for him. This was the first day under a new routine and management; he couldn't be too careful.

He didn't seem so menacing in person. His skin was rather pale and wrinkled as any man of his age who'd endured harsher times would have. His mustache gave the impression of wisdom; it's like all he was missing was a wooden walking stick, and he'd pass off as an ancient prophet or sage, but with a modern twist. He, like Valka and Jasper, was also irritated at this morning's double-incident, but was trying to shake it off to introduce an inmate to the new position around here. His first words were directed to the criminal, and soon turning towards his head of security. "You must be Jasper Bent. I suppose introductions aren't necessary here. I'm sure you're familiar with who I am and vaguely with what you're doing here... Thank you Officer Felvon. I assume that the inmate gave you no trouble on the way up here, right? After all, there's a reason I appointed an inmate with a clean record here, to keep such incidents at a minimum. I assume you won't abuse such an opportunity, right Mister Bent?"

Jasper nodded very slightly in response. "I'm honored that you selected me, Warden. I almost didn't know what to expect when you assigned me to wait at my cell for further work instructions."

"Well, you'll soon find out... You just wait here for a moment so I can have a word with Officer Felvon." With Jasper taken care of, next was instructions for Valka now that her job was more-or-less complete here by giving Jasper his instructions and rules. Edward would take it from here. He stepped away from the inmate and took his head of security to the side for a moment, not far from Jasper, but speaking softly so that he can't overhear their conversation. Not like the mind-reader would try to pull anything with a few lower-rank guards nearby the office door. "As for you, Val... I assume the inmate was searched, yes? If so, I suppose I can take things from here. You just make sure the inmates in janitorial get to work cleaning up around the cafeteria and gen-pop. And one last thing... We've assigned an inmate by the name of Cahone Pyrite to the ice bath for an extended period as punishment for the first lockdown. I believe we've put him through enough as is. We don't want to kill the man. Go to the ice bath chamber, order him to be removed, and send him off to work. But I'd like you to keep a particular eye on him so he doesn't attempt another stunt like that again, and to ensure he's behaving. Inmates like him are difficult to maintain with inhibitors, and I don't want him taking advantage of that. No need to be a helicopter over his head, but do check in on him occasionally and make sure he's aware that corruption on his watch will no longer be tolerated."

Mentions: Yonsisac Flowiest D

 

[firebright24]

Alice watched Will return to his work. Almost as once she missed having him by her. Having someone to talk to was nice especially in a place like this. She looked around. There didn't seem to be assigned benches so she gathered her project and tools and joined Will at his bench. She just immediately went to work. Her mallet landing blow upon blow to the back of the chisel she was working with. As she worked her mind faded and zoned out. Wondering if she was ever going to get out. or how she would get out. all she wanted was freedom. To see her brother again.

Athanas

 

[Yonsisac]

-Val-
Head of security
Pass Location: N/A
Current location: Front of Warden office
Mention: Flowiest D
Interaction: KasperXIII
Action: Speaking towards Head of prison, soon removal of Cahona

With the small chat with jasper and confirming he had everything in mind, Val felt rather comforted knowing he would not mess up but sadly, everyone hides secrets and Jasper was no exception. Val would never expect such a thing from a mind reader especially in a place like this being PROOF from escapes but nothing was unbreakable. Val seemed serious only giving a nod or some way of head gesture to acknowledge Jasper in every reply he gave but soon enough with all the wait the great man himself came to view. Dressed well and with age showing with no restriction, from her first day she always wondered many things about the Warden from the temperature of his office just like Jasper was thinking, one would make fun of some stereotype to answer such question but as well each had there own preferences like The head of security: Can be 100 degrees outside and she would not break a sweat or bother from the heat in any way. The cold inside the office as cold but for Valka it was a blizzard do to how sensitive she is towards the cold, born in the hot and open plains where centaurs roam its expected to be hot as hell.

As the warden came and began to speak soon turning his head for a second and hoping the inmates dint cause any trouble, she just shook her head with a slight grin as, come on, its rather the opposite way around if terms, no prisoner could cause her any trouble! before she could raise a finger, thinking of speaking towards jasper about some things, the warden mention he would like a word with her, making slight distance and hearing very well what the warden said. Jasper was search briefly when passing through the checkpoint heading here and nothing was found on him so far she could tell all was well in place. Speaking in a down soft tone so jasper could not hear "Yes sir, Searched carefully i assure you he is green" Looking back at jasper and then back at the Warden and continue her reply "As for janitorial i will make sure to make sure all inmates in this work are active and in duty, and as for Cahona" Valka knew this inmate as one trouble maker and even the most impending torture never stopped him and now a long ice bath was issued a few moments back "I am aware of his...Punishmenet, i will make sure he wont repeat any other stunt as i am in watch...we both know if he acts u again his next punishment would be a lot worse than a Bath" Valka knew this man as a looming trouble and if a bath dint fix his attitude she would need to get personal with the situation to make sure he behaves one way or...another. Looking back at Jasper she straighten up and asked "I will get to work ASAP, is there anything else Sir?" Wanting to make sure if there is anything before she went to remove this....animal...from the ice bath.

Valka was still rather worried of the whole Inmate and Warden situation, she hoped that if anything, ANYTHING even the slightest situation, the warden would call security and storm the office to ensure his safety as yes the inmates are the priority to be kept inside and secured, but the warden was far more of a importance and having a inmate personally in his office was like leaving a blade to a baby. Well to her that is, she knew the Warden trusted her and such she trusted him in return, Nothing would happen and if it did she would be the fist to answer but overall Jasper as a rather clean man, all will go well and the head of security as sure of it.

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent & Warden Edward Brookes |:|

The Warden expected nothing less than perfection from his head of security. There was hardly a need to even ask if the inmate had been thoroughly searched before setting foot in the office of a higher-up. Not to mention that all the rules he'd need to know were already given and understood. Nothing less than perfection, and gave a nod as he peeked over at Jasper from the corner of his eye, watching the inmate stand before the door of his office and getting a good look at his surroundings. It seemed harmless from the outside looking in, but little did the two know that the new assistant was looking a bit deeper than just the walls, and for more than just the sake of boredom and annoyance from recent events. No, the Warden saw him as one of the few good men in his prison, ones who knew their place and were just waiting out their time. A killer, all the same, but definitely more humane than those guilty of full genocides and exterminations of full populations. He was still not quite the likely suspect for what he had in mind, and that's what made the man in charge feel as if he could trust one inmate, to foster some sort of connection between inmates and staff. It would be met with controversy in the beginning, but in time, it would grow to make the prison a less hostile environment and hopefully reduce instances of lockdowns, like those of today.

Valka agreed to her next line of orders: lift the punishment inflicted upon Cahone, send him off to his work, and allow the day to carry on. The man had been punished enough for one day, and leaving him in the ice bath at this point would be excessive and would not prevent another incident, at least not in the longrun. Edward already had a solution to secure the prevention of another outburst, and one that would be more effective than temporary means.

"That will be it, Val," he confirmed. "After you deal with Mister Pyrite, you may resume your normal duties, though ensure that security remains tightened for the time being. We don't know what other inmates might attempt to rebel after what we've just seen. Also, seeing the breech in security, there will be a meeting for all higher-up officers during the inmates' lunch period, in which we will discuss new protocols and measures as to how we will handle future situations as this one. Make sure that all in the upper bracket are aware. Attendance is obligatory, because there are some issues that we need to settle to avoid another incident. Until then, I will be walking my new assistant through his new set of duties around here. Report back to me by radio when you release Cahone from the ice bath." With their parting of ways in order, the Warden stepped towards the door of his office, extending an arm towards his new assistant with a gentle tap to the shoulder to direct him inside. "This way, Mister Bent," he calmly but firmly instructed.

Jasper was prepared to obey whatever the Warden had in store for him so long as he remained in this job and on good terms with the staff. He didn't give any sort of verbal reply, but did enter the office as the door was opened for him and he was allowed entry. His suspicions of the freezing nature of his office were confirmed as he stepped inside, feeling the chill to his arms and held them crossed over his chest. Thesta was a cold enough region as it is, did he need to crank the AC down as far as he could? Was this some sort of symbol of sorts? What kind of absurdity would that represent, making his office similar to a meat locker. But it didn't even seem like the Warden minded as he shut the door behind him and stepped forward to face the inmate before he gets wise and plops himself on the guest couch. But that's not what was on his mind. He, instead, let his eyes explore the rectangular room, from the self-portrait of the man of honor himself framed and hung on the wall across from his desk, to the window with a view of the front entrance to the prison, to the intricate computer setup with several monitors, all currently turned off, to view footage across the prison. It was also a rather well-decorated office with a chandelier above and several decorative vases at the corners, but there wasn't much time to admire, because the Warden stepped in front of the inmate and began his next order of business.

"So, I assume Officer Felvon explained what you're doing here, correct?"

Jasper looked the man in the eye and nodded. "You've appointed me your assistant. She hasn't told me details, but I believe she mentioned I'd be helping you in your office."

"That is correct. You see, Mister Bent, I am a rather busy man, keeping the roof over this prison and managing the increase in numbers we have around here. Not to mention that we are working to improve security measures that I need to constantly supervise and sign off on. With such duties, there's a large amount of... office grunt work, if you may call it that."

The inmate subdued a scoff at that remark. Office grunt work... that was bullshit-to-English translation for paperwork that he was too lazy to fill out. "I see."

"The issue with this work is that it's highly sensitive information that the average inmate should not be allowed access to."

Those words alone were a jackpot for Jasper, but he merely arched an eyebrow in confusion. "Excuse me?"

Brookes' expression grew more serious now that the truly risky business was on the table. "As you were told by Officer Felvon, you will be searched before and after you come in here, and your work will be reviewed at random intervals. So, if you attempt to tamper with official prison documents, I can assure you that you will be caught. The only reason you were designated for this position is because you are one of the more mentally stable inmates we have with a spotless record. Someone I can very slightly trust to not get nosy or try to get away with doing substantial damage."

"If you didn't want to risk an inmate seeing confidential information, then why didn't you just hire a secretary? Why hire someone like me?"

"I could ask the Filincian officials the same thing, young man. Why on earth would they hire someone as young as you were when you began working for Judge DuClarke? Someone inexperienced and without a completed, dedicated education in politics... Why you?"

Jasper gulped, only sure of one answer to that question... "Isn't it obvious?"

Edward shook his head. "I'm sure the judge could've found another mind reader to take your place. I was very close with the man you ungratefully murdered, you know... and he told me that he hired a kid off the street because you had an unmatched compass of morality in a world of corrupted politics. You were a truth seeker and refused to let knowledge go unnoticed. Judge DuClarke saw potential in you, Mister Bent. It's quite a shame that you murdered your master, because he was going to recommend you move on up from just an apprentice."

"Are you just going to guilt-trip me over an event of the past? Or do you just want to know why I killed your friend? Because this feels more like a shake-down than a job presentation."

The Warden paused and took a quick, icy breath. Jasper could feel that breath reach his face, but didn't think much of it due to the already-freezing nature of the room. "No. I honestly don't care why you did what you did. You are already paying the price no matter your motives. I do find it strange that you would do it, but your justification doesn't concern me. What does concern me is that you give me your word that your good behavior will continue even with this nifty promotion you're being granted."

He nodded. "Of course, Warden. Anything beats cleaning the toilets or dealing with the dangers of the workshop. After all, I am rather used to an office situation."

"Mm... excellent. I appreciate the enthusiasm. There's plenty to be done, but there's an important matter I must attend to as soon as possible. As you can see by the table over there..." The Warden gestured towards a table separate from his desk piled up with several case files. Jasper looked in that direction as well and followed along with his words. "You've got a lot of work to do. I will explain details of where to put them and what to do with them, but for starters, I'd like you to sort out the names by alphabetical order. It's a good place to start for now. Those are case files for the new group of inmates, and those need to be logged with the current ones. Again, you will be given further instructions when I return. For now, as you were told, even when you're alone, don't even attempt to poke your nose where it shouldn't be. There's a guard on the other side of my door, and the room has hidden cameras that I will review when you leave. Don't try to be a smartass, and we won't have a problem. Deal?"

It took a lot for Jasper not to grin in mockery at the Warden. He knew the old man was too busy to babysit him, and simply didn't want to spend more precious money on salary for a secretary. He'd rather just pay an inmate an almost negligible hourly wage and not have to cry over more losses. This was all scare tactics, but he went along with it. "Deal."

Now comfortable leaving Jasper, Edward stepped away and stepped towards the door. "Good. I will be back."

Jasper watched as the Warden turned the knob of the door and stepped out. That left the mind-reading inmate to his own devices in the lion's den. The first job he'd been given was nothing more than childsplay, something he could finish without breaking a sweat. He stepped towards the table of towering files and simply grinned. This room might as well be a gold mine with how perfect it'd be for his plan. Checking the cameras, my ass, he told himself, You won't do shit. In fact, I think you've just secured your fate, Eddy. All I can say is.... Thank you.

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[Flowiest D]

Might have been ten minutes before the door opened again. A exquisitely handsome man in a white tuxedo complete with top hat and walking cane... sauntered into the room.
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Jasper would notice the lights dim, the wardens chair suddenly behind him, a startled step back left him sitting in it as Felix the guard was suddenly infront of him.
Felix stood above looking down with a warm glow of smile, his deep brown eyes almost smiled at him as well as his perfect skin made a face of like a child hiding a secret. But somehow more mature as well. His luxurious brown hair seemed to move despite no breeze and him wearing a hat.
A chilled out jazz groove sounded as Felix began to serenade and walk around the inmate.

“Hello friend... Allow me to introduce myself..”
A snap of his fingers and the background music had a bit more flare and a beat.

“My names felix, you probably haven’t heard of me,
as I know you keep track of everything don’t you now jasper
Inmates, maps, guards... like you have your own diary
I know you boy Read people and their thoughts
And still your way of life came up short, working a desk job away from your new little spark...
Now imagine if she got back to her pillow before you after dark?
Why the guards if they found such a detail...
What’s a worse punishment then jail?”

His smile and shrug so playful as he ended his little walk around the chair, but he continued

“You seem like a man who has a plan and has the brain to give a damn when he can,”

He took a seat that looked exactly like the wardens, where it came from is anybody’s guess. But jasper and Felix now say opposite each other as Felix continued

“But when a man with a plan is locked in the can, he needs a friend to help him get out the jam,
You have a warden of ice and magical beings in this vice
All inmates inside said grip
Alarms and gates that trip
And drugs injected into all but one it would seem
So everyone is on a trip, but who isn’t? Actually is. But that secret is kept between my lips
For you jasper, I offer you a deal... a chance to escape
My only request you let me participate...”

Felix had a smile that seemed to stretch unusually long, and still he seemed to be the air of charm, everything about him dripping with appeal. The music still accompanied him perfect as he held a outstretched white glove to confirm said deal.

“For this plan to bust and escape on the gust,
It’s me you should trust...”

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

What he originally expected to be a workplace of silence and peace for his eyes to wander and take in the sights of these uncharted waters, hearing the cracks of the door caught him by surprise. Either the Warden was faster at getting things done, or some other guard allowed himself entry to the chilly office, unaware the Warden was not present. Whoever it was would see Jasper standing by the table he'd been assigned and sorting out the files as instructed. Alphabetical order... childsplay. Maybe the actual work would come eventually. At least the lighter workload gave him a chance to get better looks at the office layout and decorations, just to see if there was any hidden secrets the old man didn't mention to catch him off-guard. Maybe even a second pop up from a fake errand to test him. But the moment he heard the voice of the 'intruder', he knew this wasn't the Warden, or any of the guards he knew of on the team. No, this was definitely a stranger, of sorts. He released the stack of pages onto the desk to turn and meet this man face to face, with whatever business he wanted, maybe just give him the whole 'The Warden's not here, may I take a message?' courtesy he'd already done many times before in his past job.

But this well-dressed man wasn't here for Brookes, but for Jasper himself. And he looked nothing like a guard, none that he'd seen. A mystical being confident in himself as he could feel with the faint outreach of the mind reader's abilities. But it seemed like this person, Felix, he called himself, knew more about Jasper than meets the eye. His attentive eye, his sketches, his records of everything happening in that prison... nobody has ever seen those, not even prison personnel. Did Silver already rat? Or was that scrap just found on her and a search was conducted in his absence? In that case, did Alice snitch? All too unlikely from the prison staff. No.... this Felix probably had nothing to do with the prison itself. What kind of man dressed like that worked for this hellhole? He was a lone wolf working on his own accord, and sure like running his mouth with his vast knowledge of things even Jasper didn't expect. Every detail of his attentive behavior, all was suspect to him.

Not to mention how he brought his sweet and innocent cellmate into this, even though that was his own fault for hiding the stash in her pillow to begin with.

Though doubtful, Jasper feared the possibility of all of this being caught on the hidden cameras that he was sure the Warden had in place. He would see a stranger enter his office, clearly without a visitor's pass, and talk to an inmate about something clearly nefarious. The inmate grew tense, worried about the possibility of being caught, and not in the good thrilling way. Felix pondered over possibilities... a fate worse than prison if he were caught scheming... but also a sort of... opportunity, if it could even be called that. He let out a slew of rhymes, acknowledging Jasper's intelligence and plans for escape, describing his current situation. A chance to add someone to the bill who can help him. Finally, a companion?

Felix was not only convincing, but also an appealing character to stand before. Jasper had a multitude of questions in mind to verify that this man wasn't an undercover guard here to break a confession out of him. "You do realize the Warden's office is bugged, right?" he scoffed, glaring towards the old man's cabinet of knick-knacks, very certain that there was a camera hidden there. "And escape... is punishable by torture. Sensory deprivation, to drive an individual insane..." His tone had a hint of sarcasm to it as he continued, "How dare a model inmate like myself indulge in such a reckless behavior."

Jasper's eyes remained on the camera, as if he were testing Felix. The man must know that they were being watched or recorded, and he was unsure of a possibility for voice recordings. He was a cautious man, especially with the risk he was taking.

"You are quite the wordsmith," he complimented, still watching the potential location for a camera. "Even... convincing. Escaping prison is quite ballsy, especially since the Warden has eyes and ears everywhere."

Now was the test: an indirect call to make the cameras around them less of a risk. Jasper didn't appreciate this many eyes on him, after all. But Jasper had one line locked in his mind: 'You have a warden of ice and magical beings in this vice.'

Warden of ice...

Was this a play on Brookes' stone cold nature? Why use ice in particular? That was a question for after Felix could prove he was trustworthy.

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|:| Warden Edward Brookes |:|

While his new assistant got acquainted with his surroundings, the Warden made his way back to solitary confinement. With many of the guards making sure inmates weren't plotting another outburst, no higher-ranking guards were present in the hallway of the most dangerous. The icy man had his own affairs to attend to that needed to be resolved before the higher-ups return to check up on the newcomers, or release them upon his demand. Private business needed to be attended to first. Something none of the other guards needed to be aware of. A beef with an inmate who served as his polar opposite, but one he knew he couldn't just kill off. Starting a personal face off would be his demise and would certainly expose his ice powers in the process. So he needed a way to inflict torture without killing and with exposing himself. And the opportunity has no presented itself, and he knew just how to set the trap.

Zorra Maldavo, one of the new inmates, would be his avenue to torture. And she gave him the all-too perfect opportunity with the stunt she'd pulled this morning. Sexual activities in public was indeed a serious offense, but never had the Warden punished as he was about to as he stepped closer to the secure cell given to the naga, a black walking stick in hand, something he'd occasionally carry around, but not for the inability to walk properly and rather to look more elegant. But what was the use of elegance to confront in inmate? He stood by the steel door and held out a single hand over the palm scanner to ensure that this was a member of prison personnel, and not some renegade attempting to spring a friend from solitary. The scanner glowed green in approval and a clicking noise of the door unlocking. He didn't fear Zorra bolting for the door because the door had no handle or knob on the other side. And it being a sliding door well-secured from the inside of the frame, she wouldn't be able to open it before the outside, which had a handle, could get it open and have the upper hand. And that's what the warden did as he entered the dark cell and closed it enough for just a crack to show so he could leave when he finishes. He saw the snake woman's silhouette against the wall and grinned in satisfaction. With just a fraction of light escaping from the crack in the door, the Warden kept it that way by lowering the internal cover on the cell door window. Near darkness, although it was obvious that it was the man in charge she was looking at.

"Hello, Miss Maldavo," he began. "You've had quite an adventure on day one. And a rather... stunning reunion. Aren't you and Mister Pyrite a cute couple, hm?" He chuckled a rather sarcastic chuckle as he leaned his cane by the door and began to take steps closer to the prisoner. "And you thought that you and him could prance about and do as you please within the walls of this prison, right? Especially now that you're aware that things are less stable than usual. You thought you could get away with your little stunt in the cafeteria. That the guards would... I don't know, stand around and jerk off to the sight of your quite literally steaming hot sex, hm?"

Just the mention of heat made Edward uncomfortable, tugging at the collar of his shirt briefly to relieve that tension. He wasn't sweating just yet, but he feared sweat like the plague, as it was a sign of melting, which he always fear would be his downfall. He recovered, now standing face to face with the naga. "Wrong. You're very wrong to think that you and your boyfriend can get away with your crap. And his insubordination will be tolerated no more. And he will pay with your demise..."

The Warden saw Zorra backing up directly against the wall in fear of what was to come. She hadn't said a word, but from the looks of it, was contemplating attacking him, perhaps eating him if she could get a chance to. But it wouldn't be an opportunity she would grasp easily, because soon enough, the icy man's hands flew forward and pinned the snake woman's shoulders to the wall. He noticed her tail slithering beneath him and entangling his legs, as if they were going to try and constrict him. But the second the limb made contact with his legs, she quite literally froze in place. The Warden was beginning to induce a cold sensation, releasing all of her heat from her body and into the air around them. But Zorra could only feel the freezing sensation of his hands and legs reaching her body, and she began to shiver.

"I read in your file you don't like the cold very much, hm? I guess that's why a man of fire was a good choice for you. Huh... I guess we all fear dying in the worst way possible, right?"

He could see right before his eyes Zorra's terrified facial expression as she was growing too cold to formulate a proper response. And Edward was just... standing there. Letting it happen. Making sure this woman would freeze before his eyes.

"You will be a sacrifice in the process of making your boyfriend's life a living hell. And your death will be the first strike of agony he shall face. Rest in hell... criminal."

The Warden simply watched as Zorra began to lose all color in her scales, turning into an icy mixture of white and blue, her eyes simply staring back at him unable to blink. Her arms had become immobile and her tail had relaxed, now unable to move. Brookes could see the icicles forming on the snake. That combined with her entire inability to move was the evidence of literal freezing. He was going to bring Zorra to an ice statue of her former self, which wasn't taking long as his sub-zero temperatures were taking a toll on her fast. At this point, she was effectively braindead with the the lack of bloodflow to her head, but the crooked man wasn't going to stop at just the brain.

No, he only stopped ten seconds later, releasing Zorra when she was nothing more than an ice sculpture of her former self, resembling an object that had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. He stepped away and just watched at his masterpiece. The Warden hadn't frozen an entire individual before, so he found this quite the accomplishment. And nobody would see or know it was him. He returned to the stick he'd leaned against the wall and held it in his hands, taking one last look at the frozen remains of Zorra. He was about to leave, until an idea for destroying the evidence came to mind. He returned to the frozen naga and lunged the cane back to land a rather harsh blow to the head of the being, causing the icicle head to shatter upon impact. He repeated that swing for the arms, then for each segment of her snake-like body until the room was covered in nothing more than icy shards as remains of Zorra.

Murder... now a crime on the Warden's belt. Perhaps he belonged among the inmates of Thesta. But nothing he could do now. His plot was in action, and he could only abandon the scene and proceed to the next item of business. He stepped out of the cell, the window still covered from the inside, and shutting the door completely to auto-lock.

...

While Silver and Pisha had their little conversation, it was cut short by the Warden's next order of business: the shapeshifter that devoured a guard. That needed addressing, too, but not death. Edward wasn't a killer by nature. But this was an exceptional case with Zorra. Not as much in the way of force was needed with a timid, primitive being like Silver. He could tell she was suffering with sensory deprivation alone. This was going to be an interesting confrontation as the Warden placed his palm over the scanner to her cell, the shade covered on her door by default to prevent all light from coming inside. The clicking of the door and its creaking open would go unheard by Silver... but Pisha? She'd hear, that's for sure.

Mentions: WillfulWren Sybil (think of your next parts as the events as they can hear the door opening)

 

[Sybil]

Pisha​

The demon just listened to the speech about the shapeshifter's view of the world and humanity, smirking to themselves at the situation. The more they talked the more she was confirming that she was dealing with an actual animal that learned to speak rather than some intelligent life. Then again, the demon had no stake in pointing out her observation.

"Shapeshifter huh? Well good to kno--(shit)...." The demon's smirk disappeared as they heard the door being fiddled with to be opened into their private cell, immediately forcing them to make a quick decision of being found tampering with an inmate that should be in solitary alone, or hide and cover it up. She took the latter, the shadows redoing the headphones and blindfold as well as the muzzle. With the appearances all done the demon plunged their arm into Silver yet causing no wounds as they melded into hiding inside their body.

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[WillfulWren]

The Shifter let out a startled yelp as the world went dark and silent mid way through the demon's sentence. She tugged at the restraints futilely, the panic of earlier all flooding back as she kicked and struggled, snapping and snarling like a wild animal in a trap. She quickly wore herself out, already tired from earlier, and went limp, chest heaving. Silver had been almost relaxed with the situation, still not comfortable with the restraints but at least it wasn't this purgatory, this helplessness...Anyone or anything could have attacked her at that second, and the first she'd know of it would be the pain. Every muscle in her lithe body was tensed, her fangs bared. Of course, she couldn't actually hurt anyone, with her wrists secured to the wall, and the muzzle stopping her from biting.
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[KasperXIII]

|:| Warden Edward Brookes |:|

The aging man stepped inside to find the shifter as the guards had left her: chained to the wall with her arms up, legs chained to the ground by the ankles, a dark blindfold over her eyes, a heavy set of headphones covering her ears, and a muzzle over her mouth. No sign of a demon in the room, however, and no clue to it, either. To Edward's knowledge, Pisha had left once her duties were completed in resolving the lockdown. It was dark for the most part in the cell, but a bit of light snuck from the cracks in the door left from the Warden leaving it slightly open to allow himself an exit. With the halls still clear, he had all the time in the world to inflict whatever punishment he had in mind to the rebellious, somewhat feral inmate who'd gone as far as devouring a guard. He'd already broken the rules once. Twice? Piece of cake, especially because it's not murder now.

He took a few steps closer to Silver, slowly dropping the headphones from her ears to hang around her neck, then retreated them, staring into the black blindfold over her eyes, no fear of being attacked while she was under these restraints. All she'd be able to do was hear the Warden's voice, but would never know it's him that she was face to face with.

"You are quite the troublemaker, Miss Felis," he sighed in a mixture of disappointment and anger. "Didn't the little cafeteria incident teach you enough of a lesson about the methods used here? That we do not tolerate such misconduct? Because my oh my, it doesn't seem like you've learned a thing, you foolish beast. Still up to your old tricks, and thinking you can do as you please with no consequences, hm? Well... I will ensure that you never do that again. Very soon, you will receive another reinforced collar that you will not be able to gnaw through. And if you so choose to attempt it... well, that's why I'm here. You will receive a bit of a teaser of what should become of you if you so choose to be disobedient again.... Place the patch on her, Mitch."

In reality, Mitch wasn't there. It was all part of the illusion placed on the blinded Silver; she'd never know. And there was no patch... there was nothing more than the Warden's freezing hands extending to Silver's elevated, chained arm, taking it into a firm grip in each, twisting in opposite directions, and applying his cooling effect upon her, not to a degree of freezing her to death like he'd done to Zorra, but enough for the burn of his intense twisting and the sensation from his freezing touch to make her squirm and possibly scream through her muzzle. All while the man in charge stood before her without the slightest feeling of fear of retaliation. She couldn't. This was crime and punishment in his eyes, and would be viewed as such for the whole prison. All without revealing his secret.

"If you thought that sensory deprivation would be our limit for punishment, think again. We can do so much more, you scum." He watched her in her place as he kept his hands in place, twisting a bit harder and dropping the temperature slightly. "You killed one of our own, and that authorizes me to utilize the worst that we have until you begin to show remorse. And don't try to complain that this is unfair, Miss Felis. You've brought this upon yourself, you incompetent, pathetic beast."

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[Yonsisac]

-Val-
Head of security
Pass Location: Warden section
Current location: The "Arctic" room (as she calls it)
Mention: N/A
Interaction: Flowiest D
Action: Removing Cahona from his Ice cold torture, released with closed presented hoping he could dress himself after all this time of cold

After the escort and speech with the warden, The head of security made her way towards where Cahona was being held inside deep freezing waters, down in the secure bowels of the prison. Going through checkpoints and down the still slightly messy halls of the prison that are now being worked on swiftly, a reinforced dual steel door remain with two guards on each side remain on watch. As Valka came in sight both straighten and saluted opening the door and letting her pass without questioning as she took a left and on wards seeing the door leading in to where Cahona was being held. The metal door softly open as with tall posture and hands on back, the head of security walked in, both guards in the room steady and in attention. The poor man was submerged in unimaginably cold waters and the room itself gave its own cold chills as he remain chained and on a winch in this water. "Cahone Pyrite, or should i say Pyro" She signaled the guard on control as the machine began to raise the winch this man was snared to, away from the blizzard cold water. As it began to rise up Val stood there in front with emotionless expression as she began to blabber why Cahona was here, she anted to make sure all prisoners remember why they are here "Thievery, murder, assault and....pissing in public upon other inappropriate acts" Valka felt slightly bad for Cahona for being submitted in to such insane waters as for a fire mage she felt this was ten times worse than being shot that is for sure. She could see him clearly shivering and with enough change in skin color to see that yes, he has had enough of this thousand knife water, poor thing but she dint feel much bad for him as he deserved it.

"Release him, surprised you are not dead yet" once lowed and released by the guards just left on the cold concrete, Valka signal one to get his clothe as they were dry yet cold after the time thy remained in the room, placed in front of him as one of the guards gave him a soft kick to make sure he was moving "Get dressed Mr. Cahona, you stayed long enough here in the arctic, now you will be off to be in cleaning duty Immediately". Hoping he could dress himself after being stiffed in such a cold water and if he could not then he ill be dressed as there was no time to waste especially such as him after causing trouble. This inmate was one truble maker that is for sure and she could not image him remaining silent or in good behavior for a week, let alone a day " I wonder if one day you will be i good behavior, would be a surprise if you could as this might be getting tiring". Guards had cuffs in hands ready for both his feet and hands, there as no need for much alarm as she as here, Valka believed as head of security she could handle any situation, plus he as a frozen Popsicle so no danger.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone couldn’t even catch himself. Once lifted out of the water, and held above the concrete...
The guard Mitch let his hands free from the restraints, Cahone fell from his hanging position and hit the concrete with a wet hard slap.
His skin a hue blue, and he was shivering and coughing the entire time Val spoke.

Why do they talk to me as if I can speak!?
“surprised you are not dead yet”
well yeah... So was he to be completely honest.
He started breathing a hot breath into his hands. Shaking his hair dry and attempting to wipe the water off him.
He was so cold. He could barely form a flame out his mouth.
His white fingers trembling as they try to create friction on his skin.
Then the guard, named Mitch. Kicked him.

To cold to retaliate properly Cahone just shivered and growled.
After ten minutes of being out of the water and now able to produce a flame of some sort.
Cahone dried himself with flaming fingertips going over every inch of his body.
He didn’t break eye contact with the head of security as he dried his genitalia...
She has probably taken it from a centaur. She won’t find this to impressive.
He smiled warmly before letting a tiny laugh out.
Getting dressed and waiting for Val to start leading him about or start making dialogue at him again.
Once he was dressed in the prison attire he gargled a flame for warmth while waiting.
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KasperXIII
Felix giggled at jaspers words.
And as he snapped his fingers the music stopped, the room darkened... as if two spotlights from the ceiling were fixed on the inmate and the guard. Only thing jasper could see is where he sat/stood. And where felix sat.

“I’ll be honest with you Jazzy.. I’m the most magic man in the whole penitentiary... it’s rather scary,
whenever I’m around it’s just me and whoever I speak to,
i believe in confidentiality my friend
and trusting me has a very good chance at not meeting your end”

 

[WillfulWren]

The muzzle stopped her biting, but she could still talk...But she didn't, listening intently and trying to figure out exactly who was talking to her. Her breathing was ragged, and her heart was pounding as if it was trying to burst out of her chest. She whimpered, pulling at the restraints as the freezing hands touched her. Her skin temperature was much higher than the average human's, a side effect of her abnormally high metabolism, yet more proof that she was completely different from a human.

She tried to squirm away, having to bite down on her lip to avoid screaming or begging for mercy. Her pride was one of the defining parts of her personality, but it had taken a severe beating today. And so it wasn't long before a plea slipped out.
"Please stop...I'm sorry." She wasn't really sorry, in her mind it was the guards own fault for being in her way when she broke loose, but if faking remorse would make the cold stop, she would grovel as much as it was needed.

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

As the lights went out, Jasper couldn't help but be... impressed. Damn, that was quick, he told himself. The lights were out, which meant nothing would be seen. But what about what was already seen on footage? Though being called 'Jazzy' was a bit awkward, he shrugged it off and listened to the magical guard's monologue. Confidentiality... That's what he needed. And just the ability to bring the office into complete darkness in the morning... Strange, but at least he was given more motivation to speak to him and possibly confide.

"You make an interesting case. And your powers seem very intriguing," he chuckled, now slightly less afraid of being intruded on or overheard. "You're not a prisoner, nor a guard. You're... something else looming about the prison. I'm just surprised I've never come across you in the logs you've mentioned. Nor has the Warden or the correctional officers. Or the guys with guns on the towers. You must know how to cover your tracks. Great power, interesting, too. I'm curious to know its extents, what you can or can't do to help my cause, because right now, I am sitting in a beautiful gold mine of information in the big guy's office.... although it is monitored.

Bingo. It hit Jasper what he wanted.

"I assume you're stopping the cameras from capturing our discussion, correct? Or you will at least implement something to stop it. What would it take for you to entirely jam them, or at least make it so that if the Warden checks the footage, I'm here doing my work, when in reality, I'm snooping around and trying to benefit my own cause." Jasper avoided using the word 'escape plan' to describe his motives. 'Cause' was a much more vague way to go about it, even though Felix probably knew damn well what he was talking about.

Mentions: @Flowiest D

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|:| Warden Edward Brookes |:|

One of the signs that Silver was suffering was the very fact that she was struggling. She might've been resisting the urge to scream in agony, but the body language alone was enough of a clue to her misery. It was like the Warden was getting off in some sick manner to her pain as a form of punishment, a scare tactic if you may call it that. He recognized Silver's non-human nuances and would play on them until they break her. A higher body temperature than a human meant that his tampering with her body temperature would be more substantial, as he was setting these temperatures to do harm to a normal human. It was almost like a sadistic grin grew over his face as he inflicted pain upon the shifter until he'd forced an apology out of her. Fake or not, it was all he needed: some sort of physical evidence that misbehavior wasn't going to be tolerated. A cruel form of discipline and an exercise for his powers, all without anyone finding out. Win win.

The Warden released her right arm, giving her a moment to breathe before taking her opposite one and performing the same ritual: a twist in both hands in opposing directions and a chilling feeling into the other arm to create the same reaction. By now, she'd lose feeling in her arms temporarily, both sedating her and warning her of his abilities, something he then specified.

"You probably feel very numb in your arms, Miss Felis. That's because blood flow in them was stopped due to the drop in temperature there. I could've very well frozen them and shattered them to pieces, or at least left them paralyzed, or even left us with no choice but to amputate them, which we'd do without anesthetic." His words may not have been entirely truthful, but so long as they served the purpose of causing fear, it was guilt on his conscience. "But that's just your arms. If you try to bite off your collar again, that cold sensation will recur on your neck. And I don't need to tell you that it would be much more damaging for you in the long run. At best, you could end up in paralyzed from the neck down due to the inevitable spinal damage you will endure. At worst, it could snap every internal organ in your neck, stop you from breathing, and kill you in minutes if we don't get you help in time. And even if we do, there's still the irreversible brain damage from the lack of oxygen to your brain. And don't think I'm kidding. Your reinforced collar will be here soon, and you do not want to test if I'm bluffing or not. It may be more costly to you than you imagine."

He released her left arm after it'd endured an equal time as her right. With his index finger still chilly, he slowly dragged it across Silver's neck ever so gently so she could feel a slight chill. "Consider this your first and last warning. Do not try that again. You will be released around break time and fit with the new collar. Until then...." He took the headphones back and slowly placed them over her ears, before doing so, uttering, "Have a nice day, Miss Felis. Cover her back up, Mitch." Once they were secured on her ears again, he stepped back, taking advantage of her lack of hearing, and muttered, "Bitch."

Her new collar certainly wouldn't have the ability to freeze her neck if tampered with, but if this does happen again... he'd have no qualms coming back, freezing her, and shattering her to pieces like he'd done to Zorra. With that, he stepped towards the door and exited, slowly shutting it behind him to return Silver to her state of isolation and sensory deprivation. He could still probably hear her as he makes his way to the next cell, if she screams for him at least.

One relief? Silver's pocket hadn't been searched, meaning Jasper's map piece was undiscovered, and probably would stay that way, as the prison staff weren't exactly looking for it. Why look for something that they don't knew exists, after all?

Next stop? Calamitas.

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