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Futuristic Those That are Hunted

Vulcan just nodded at Amelie's advice of not talking to her. She was a Therian and if she wanted she could hear what everyone in the whole hall was talking about. He didn't want to say something wrong. Instead, he focused on the food. He filled his tray up good with mostly meat, glad that the kitchen considered the existence of Therians and their big appetite. He then waited for Amelie before heading to an empty table and taking a seat.
 
Lufthansa finally passes out in tuckers arms, her body perfectly limp in his arms as they continue to carry her.


Toron watches them and decides he trusts tucker enough with his sisters life. He saw how he was with her and decided he needed to loosen the reins a bit right now. He walked back up to the cell and grabbed Cody. His stomach was grumbling so he decided he'd try and catch the last of breakfast.


As he entered the hall he saw the agents. His blood began boiling. Running up to them, Toron stopped Infront of Amelie and Vulcan. "Where's her dragon! She's gonna be in the medical bay until she gets it back now! Her and her dragon have a feeling connection and she hyperventilated and just passed out! This is your fault Amelie! YOU'RE CAUSING MY SISTER PAIN!" He yelled at her with such force he scared himself. Meanwhile, Cody was snarling and barking at the two like they were both telling them off.
 
When Toron showed up with the dog, something in Amelie snapped and her anger started to spike. The wolf that was following the other group shattered. "Incase you forgot Toron, YOU are in a prison camp with you and your sister as prisoners. She will not be getting her dragon back. You think I care what happens to her? The two of you, you expecially, have gotten on my last nerve." Her voice held no emtion in it. "And your filthy dog would have been left on the streets if it wasn't for me. GAURDS! Can you come take this boy and put him in solitary confinment. I'm done listening to him." GA'S that were stationed around the mess hall instantly came to her call. She went to go walk away but stopped. "You know this camp isn't like all the others. We are much more comfortable here. Maybe we should send you to one of the other ones."
 
Xander led the way to the medical bay and shouldered through the door before Tucker carefully placed Kytha down on the nearest operating table. Looking around, Xander then called out, "Alpha! We need some help here. A prisoner hyperventilated and then passed out."


Tucker watched the guards carefully, not leaving Kytha's side. Glancing down at her, Tucker furrowed his brows in a worried expression, wondering what had happened to Kytha. Without thinking twice about it, Tucker took one of Kytha's limp hands into his and then said quietly to her, "Don't worry, I'll make sure they help you, Kytha."
 
Alpha's head popped out of the corner. She was confused as to why they brought someone who hyperventilated to her. She healed wounds. Alpha sighed when she saw Kytha and came walking out. "What happened this time?" She ran a glowing hand over her body, just to see if she could detect anything wrong. "By the way I mostly just heal wounds. This has to do the the mind, but I will try to help anway." Alpha alway believe I'm her duty to help anyone in need. Sometimes that conflicted with what her surpiors wanted but she usually got her way.
 
Xander sighed and said, "Sorry, Alpha. We're not really sure what was wrong with her, so we brought her here to be safe." Looking back at Tucker, Xander said, "Hey, Tucker, what happened to her?" Tucker glared at Xander, not liking him one bit, but didn't retort or anything. Instead, his expression softened as he looked over at Alpha and said, "I'm not sure what happened exactly. She was fine one moment, and then the next, her pupils were dilating and she couldn't stand on her own. She kept whispering 'help' over and over, as if she had completely lost control over her body or something. A dragon was mentioned, but I have no idea what that's about."
 
When Toron appeared with the mutt and started accusing them and wanting Kytha's dragon back, Vulcan murmured something under his nose and rolled his eyes. That boy was simply looking for trouble. Vulcan was glad Amelie took over this annoyance and handled the situation rather calmly. If it was him he would probably be dining on human and dog. At the moment he somewhat hoped either the torturer appeared or Toron really be sent to another camp, because those arguments would probably never seize. Thinking about that, Vulcan wondered what was to become of them. Most importantly - for how long would they be stationed here.
 
After finishing her breakfast, Larassa was heading back to her room when her radio suddenly came to life. Halting mid-step, Larassa sighed and then listened to her newest orders. Grinning in delight at having another prisoner to put in solitary confinement, Larassa hooked her radio back to her belt and began making her way to where the prisoner was reported to be currently. Sure enough, Larassa came around the bend of the hallway to find two gifted agents at either side of the prisoner. Looking past the trio, Larassa saw two other gifted agents that seemed to be appearing whenever there was trouble. Frowning slightly at this, Larassa decided to keep an eye on those two. Last thing she wanted was to have these new agents thinking they could try to make friends with any prisoners here or something.


Walking up behind the agents by the prisoner, Larassa said in an even and calm tone, "I can take things from here." The agents both jolted at Larassa's voice, instantly recognizing her. They quickly left Toron's sides and gave Larassa plenty of space. Seeing the dog with Toron, Larassa frowned and then pointed at the nearest agent, saying, "Take that mutt away from here. Anywhere, I don't care." Looking at those two new agents and letting her hand drop back to her side, Larassa narrowed her eyes and asked them, "Who authorized this prisoner to have a pet?"
 
Seeing Larassa come, Amelie felt relief. She was the one who dealt with prisoners in solitary confinment and was always good at whipping them into shape. "Who autorized this prisoner to have a pet?" Seeing Larassa glaring at her Amelie narrowed her eyes. "I authorized a pet but it wasnt for him. The pet was fine until he took it." Amelie gripped her tray. Both Larassa and her had authority here, and to be honest, Amelie didn't want to find out who was higher than the other but her face didn't show it. "I'm sure this pet shouldn't be to difficult to deal with. It is just a dog and if agents can't deal with a puny dog then they shouldn't be an agent at all."
 
"Oh, I'll gladly take care of it." Vulcan said and grinned evilly at the dog, showing his sharp canines, his yellow eyes sparkling with never ending hunger for fresh blood. But then he snapped out of it and shook his head, returning to normal. He wasn't this beast, at least he didn't want the people near to him to be left with such an impression.
 
Toronto struggled at the agent and screamed out "NO! You can't take me away from her! YOU ARE ALL HEARTLESS! EVEN YOU VULCAN! And you swore to protect her. He muttered angrily. "AT LEAST GO LOOK AT HER AND SEE FOR YOURSELVES THAT HER DRAGON BEUNG THERE IS HURTING HER PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY!" When they mentioned the dog her wrapped his leash tighter on his hand. "No one touches him. He's kythas. Take him to her." He said in an angry yet calm voice.
 
Larassa stared at Toron, finding his resistance to be both futile and amusing to say the very least. Looking back at the agent who had already spoken for claiming the dog, Larassa said, "The dog is yours to deal with, agent. I suggest you take care of it now." Turning her gaze back to Toron, Larassa said calmly, "You;'re coming with me, prisoner. I'd suggest you stop fighting back before you make things more difficult than necessary." She then walked around Toron, pulling out some handcuffs and reaching for his wrists so she could handcuff them behind his back. In the midst of grabbing for his wrists, Larassa also attempted to wrench the dog's leash out of his grip, intending to hand the dog over to the new male agent.
 
(Richter is currently with Xander, Kytha, Tucker, and Alpha. They're all very calm at the moment so I'm not sure how he teleported to the moody group)
 
Toron snarled at her and resisted more not letting the leash go. "Touch again and I will make shards that could kill you." He said attempting to standout of reach.
 
(I'm pretty sure Toron can only create forcefields, which wouldn't do much good for him in this scenario)


Larassa raised an eyebrow in amusement at the prisoner's threat. "Learn your place or I will be forced to make you stand down, prisoner. Hand over the dog and let me handcuff you." Losing her patience with this prisoner, Larassa wondered if anyone had a tranquilizer handy. Larassa had her own way of tranquilizing a prisoner, but she was in no mood to exert herself in the moment. Glancing over at the other two gifted agents that were still nearby, Larassa said in an even tone, "Are you two going to aid me or stand around like idiots?" It seemed that the other two agents had already left the area. So much for helping out.
 
Amelie laughed at Torons outburst and hd to settle herself down. "It comes witth the territory. And that sounds resonable. Vulcan would you mind getting the dog. I can take your tray." She shifted her tray around so she could carry his. She asked h ok m to get the dog because he would most likely have an easier time controling it than her. "And I'd watch your tone with me. just because I'm small doesn't mean I don't have power. For all you know I could be your boss. I basically run half of this place anway."
 
(Well, that's news to me. Anyhow, we should probably wait for Vulcan's response to all of this)
 
Hugo kinda clued out when Toron first arrived because of confusion of what the prisoner was talking about. Hugo chimed in when Larassa asked for help."Allow me."Could be helpful to get on a good side who tortures people maybe at some point I could join her. Hugo didn't wait for a reply and materialized a gun with a silencer in his hand and shot Toron three times in the chest. He wouldn't actually be physically damaged but the pain would be just as real.
 
(Well, that's a settle way of handling things lol. We should probably wait for Toron's reaction now)
 
((to much? I was considering making the sensation of burning all over his body but I thought that might be worse))
 
(I was kidding lol. Anyways, it might not have been the best way to have handled things though. I doubt anyone was looking for there to be a fight to break out and Hugo just incited one by directly attacking Toron in that manner. Regardless, he's already done it. Can't change that now)
 
((oh crap i thought he might just drop to his knees or something so Larassa could handcuff him without any resistance but whatever))
 
(Knowing Toron, I doubt it will end that nicely, but we'll see. His forcefields shouldn't be able to counteract the illusion of pain, so he might very well collapse to the ground in agony)
 

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