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Post by webster52402 on Apr 3, 2009 0:06:56 GMT
Shhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkk!
The sound had left her lips before she even knew she had made it, as all of a sudden a flaming pillow was tossed out of the cell across from hers, where she had seen the soft glow earlier. Suddenly her cell was ablaze with light, and not just any light, but fire light! Her thoughts on the escape plan were gone, and replaced with extreme fear, as she focused on the burning pillow, pressing her back against the cool stone wall. "PUT IT OUT!" She shrieked, her voice no longer contained to only crack every now and again. Now it was high and almost insectile, panicked.
Not only was she now in clear sight to the others around her, something that caused her great fear, to be seen by anyone, even if they were monsters themselves, but now there was a fire burning right in the center of the previously dark hallway, something that could actually kill her if a spark or a bit of fabric were to float over to her and set her ablaze. She was chained, what if something happened and she caught fire? She wouldn't be able to reach water at all! She would burn to a cinder, just standing there! What a horrible way to die!
Quickly, she rushed forward, her chains rattling loudly as they suddenly pulled taut, restraining the struggling Spriggan mutant. She had intended to put the thing out herself, but in her fear, had forgotten that she was chained. Dammit! She had to make sure that the fire went out, had to put it out NOW! She looked around frantically for a moment, before raising a hand in desperation, shrieking, "FROST!"
The air around her hand suddenly became ice cold, somewhat of a relief to her. A ball of ice wrapped around her hand, churning and swirling momentarily before rushing forward, slipping between the bars and slamming into the burning pillow with a low hiss. Smoke and steam mingled in the air, the light dying down immediately as the burning pillow was extinguished, buried beneath the ice of her frantic Frost spell. All was plunged back into the blackness, broken only by the ragged breaths from the still on key mutant. She was going to KILL that fire creature!
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 3, 2009 9:02:51 GMT
Siorra clapped her hands to her ears as a ball of fire flew down the corridor and an awful keening tore at her ear drums. When it finally ended, she peered out through the bars of her cage, looking at the smouldering form in the darkness.
She sighed. "Less of a plan and more of a reality. And yeah, all of us together should be more than enough." She hopped lightly upwards, her light weight helping a little bit more than her frailty hindered, and grabbed the top of the doorframe with her fingertips. Grunting as she heaved herself up, she scrabbled with her fingertips until she finally found it; gripping it tightly, she dropped back down to the ground, barely making a sound. She fell very slowly compared to what she once was.
"This, will get me out." she said, holding up a slender splinter of wood- gnawed down from a wooden spoon. She reached through the bars, and spent several minutes trying to get the angle right, but to no avail. She emitted a low growl in frustration, and put the wood to her mouth once more. This hurt a lot more than it had once, but it would be worth it. Finally, it was the right shape. She went back to the lock, and after another few minutes, there was a quiet click! and it was done.
"Er... Zinguzi?" she enquired, hoping she had got the name right. "More light? I'm too visible. Keep it away from the screamer, though."
Indeed, she was visible. Out in the hallway now, with all the previous lights either put out or burnt out, she was as visible as she could ever be, cloaked though she was by shadow. I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess... she thought gloomily. Because at least nobody will ever get to see exactly what I am- not even me.
She walked a short ways down the corridor, to a little table in chair, where the guard would sit when he came in for his next shift. Soon... she thought. Probably quite soon...
But he'd left the key there, as she'd known he would. It was easier for them to just leave it there in order to pass it on than to meet up as protocol required. She picked up the key, and walked to the nearest cage- Zinguzi. Staring at the melted mess within, she paused. "You swear you won't hurt me?" she asked suspiciously.
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 3, 2009 10:25:34 GMT
Zinguzi looked up and gave as much of a smile as he could. It came out looking somewhat like constipation. He himself had no idea if he would hurt her if he was let out; he had no idea what his new form entailed, and he really had no intention of finding out by harming others in their little 'group.' This made him think hard about the question, before finally answering.
He went into a momentary coughing fit, bits of firey phlegm flying away and glowing like embers. "I...won't hurt you...if I can avoid it..." He chuckles and wheezed. "Though...considering my...unique properties..." he trailed off, before picking up. "I may unintentionally light you on fire if you stay too close."
For some reason, this caused him to go into a great laughing fit, inter weaved with coughing. The flaming phlegm ignited the blanket on his bed. He stopped for a moment. That blanket had been the one freedom they'd given him, something he'd fought hard for. It was softer than the other prisoners, and (he thought) it was supposed to be fire resistant. Apparently they had skimped out on the deal, as the blanket was now a slowly burning, smoking mass of fabric. He tossed it down the hall at a torch, hoping to score a hit on it. He was rewarded as it snagged on the torch , lit it on fire, and ripped off. He turned to Siorra.
"Now, missy...I can't put that out like a mage. You'll need to find a way...to make it less obvious." He smiled calmly and waited for her actions.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 3, 2009 11:48:54 GMT
Fire... Fire, fire, fire, what was with all the fire? There was so much fire flying around, so much of it... The part of her that was a Spriggan was screaming in fear in the back of her mind as a flaming blanket launched itself out of the bars of the cage directly across from hers, and lanced over to light a torch nearby, sending flickering light back into her cell. She was able to be seen again...
The thought of that, and the fire that was slowly burning in the center of the hallway drove a strangled choke of fear out of her lips, her very escape now blocked by burning fabric right in the center of the hall. When she had started thinking about escape herself, she didn't quite know, but now that there was fire being flung around everywhere, sparks dancing here and there around her, she wanted nothing more than to get OUT of there. Rather than rush forward this time, though, her hope was crushed instead, and she retreated back to her corner, setting her malformed hands on either side of her head.
"Put it out... Put it out, put it out, put it out..." She whispered urgently, staring through the bars at the faint outline that she could see of the woman that was freeing the fire creature across from her. There was living fire walking around, something that sent her Spriggan half into a frenzy, tearing away at her mind and screaming at her to put it out, to extinguish him, to throw frost at him until he stopped moving, anything... The split in her mind was driving her insane! "Aaaagh, make it stop..." She whimpered, her eyes closing. She bowed her head against the light, unwilling to look at the sights around her. Monsters. They were all monsters. She was a monster. The creature that was setting fire to everything, he was a monster. As a monster, she shouldn't care. Put him out. Escape.
She shivered in her corner, her chains seeming more and more like the restraints they were rather than punishment with each passing second. She didn't want to stay there...
(Seriously, what is with you all and lighting bonfires around the tree girl? xD)
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 3, 2009 12:02:39 GMT
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Works for me," she said, referring to her complete invisibility. "But I suppose you folks need some kind of coverage."
She quickly put out the blanket, stomping it down, and picked up the torch. It's heaviness surprised her; this new weakness was more than she was used to, and she dropped it in surprise. It continued to burn for a moment, before going out.
Siorra swore colourfully, and shook her head. "So much for that," she muttered. She unlocked Zinguzi's cage, and approached him cautiously. "Don't make any sudden moves, sparky," she warned. She knelt beside him and reached for his manacle- her skin burned upon touching it, and she hissed in surprise, but when she examined her hand, the flesh was unhurt, her hardened golden skin resisting the damage. She didn't touch the manacle again, though, she just thrust the key into the lock and turned it quickly, the manacles falling away as she removed the key.
"You get the next one, I'll get the one after," she said to Zinguzi, assuming the furnace-like man might be able to do something with the cell bars. She passed Akhil's cell, seeing him suspended in the air, and decided it was just as well she had done this; she wasn't quite sure how to get him down.
The next cell appeared empty at first, as it was blanketed in shadows, but she distinctly caught the foresty smell she had scented earlier- so this was the screamer's cell. It was impossible to see exactly where her white eyes were looking, or if she saw the spriggan, but she unlocked the cell swiftly before turning away. "Execution's tomorrow, but I figured I'd give you a choice anyway." she muttered as she glided to the next cell.
And why had she unlocked the screamer's cell? She wasn't quite sure herself. Nonetheless, it was done, and the creature could make her own choice.
Within the next cell lay a being like she had never expected to see- more bizarre even than those she had just met. She caught her breath as she realised that this had once been a woman.
Like Zinguzi, everything about her looked painful, a body that hurt to live in. But she looked... so terrifying. So vicious. And this only from her appearance.
Siorra slotted the key into the lock, and prayed to Sithis that she wasn't making a huge mistake. But this woman could be useful... if she didn't kill the rest of them.
OOC: Agrabal and Akhil to unlock.
Also, being cruel to fictional characters is my hobby.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 3, 2009 12:18:35 GMT
*Click-click* Her eyes snapped open at the sudden sound, briefly confused by the lack of light there. No longer did light flicker and waver in the hallway outside her cell. No longer did there seem to be a burning crackle, and no longer was there brightly glowing sparks dancing around her... The fires had been put out? She sat dumbfounded for a few moments while the woman that had let her out moved on, another clicking sound emanating from the next cell over. The cell was unlocked! the woman had actually made good on her promise to get them to escape, and even now was in the process of taking care of it... She had actually done it! Though she had protested against the escape, thinking it hopeless, now for some reason a ray of hope shone in her eyes, and the mutant woman rushed forward... And reached the end of her chains, jerking to a stop so suddenly that she nearly fell over. Her bark skin gave a protesting creak at suddenly being forced to move, a splintering sound echoing through her sell as it even cracked in response. Serana let out a hiss of pain at the sensation, her neck creaking as she turned her head to look back at the chains that wrapped around her wrists and her ankles. Though the woman had deigned to unlock the bars that were keeping her inside the cell, she had apparently either not known or forgotten that the spriggan girl was also chained. She turned, her hands wrapping tight around the chains. These things were the only thing between her and escape, and the woman with the key was just outside... But she was too proud to beg her for help. Instead, she pulled, and hard, the chains rattling as they snapped to full tautness again. "Nnnnnggggghhhhh..." She groaned under her breath, her powerful, albeit stump-like, feet grinding into the stone of her cell. The chains rattled and shivered for a little while, but they didn't give way, despite her strength. After a few moments, she stopped pulling, taking a few panting breaths. The chains they had given her were strong, of course... She had to get the key... Grimacing as much as she could, though changing her facial expression was much like watching a facial twitch on an Easter Island head, she wrapped her hands into the chains again, leaning back and pulling hard again. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!" Nothing, once more... "You know, you should probably free a prisoner from their binds as well as their cell, you know." Serana said at last, bitterness dripping from her voice with every word. She hated having to rely on the woman again... But if she was going to get out with them, no matter what she did afterward, then she had to be freed from her chains as well as her cell. OOC: Yay, oversights.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 3, 2009 12:55:31 GMT
Agrabal listened evermore as the talking continued unabated by his input. As he had thought, the raspy voice had gone unnoticed by the others. The living lich looked up from his cell as fire was flung, and a piercing scream rattled his empty, rotted skull.
The lich shook his head furiously, a maddened rasp of a roar leaving his lips in a way that was soft and barely roar-like. The unholy entity within him snarled at the screech, and he rushed forward as if to try and attack the cause, only to find the ends of his chains. This time, however, with his pelvic arms acting as legs, he maintained his balance. No... no... calm... I must be calm. The sudden rush of anger worried him. Was it the shred of his soul that had powered the lich's existence, tainted by immortality?
Or was it purely himself, enraged by his own condition and irritable? Or was it a combination of both? He'd never had that much of a temper during his life. But then again, that screech was unbearable. She likely had a good reason to scream... Think... calm... what can I do? The lich looked to the cell door.
The iron bars glimmered a brighter white than previously under the unholy mage's stare. Instantly, a force sent the abomination backwards into the wall, moaning, and he barely maintained balance upon his two feet and two arms.
The entire door was enchanted to resist his magic. Agrabal sighed, looking at the floor. And hoping they would release such an abomination as him.
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Post by Vrek on Apr 3, 2009 17:16:24 GMT
Vincent lost most interest in the conversation across the rest of the cells as a low moan, barely audible over the rest of the voices. He turned more directly to the dark cell from which the voice came; directly across his own, though such a movement was very subtly, lacking pupils to follow, and with the rest of his body covering the whole doorway anyways.
It had been trying to speak, that much was sure. More so then the grating shrieks that came from further down the hall. There was a lot more commotion coming from down the hall, fire coming and going. Vincent stood staring at the dark form at the end of the next cell, trying to make sense of it's words.
Vincent was about to ask the creature on the far end to speak again, but the words had barely left his mouth when it's cell door glowed momentarily, before the creature inside was blasted against the far end of the cell.
He shadow looked up, and twisted his head as to get a better look down the hall. His heart rose when he saw at least one of the others outside the cells, unlocking others. "Hey, down here! There's a nother one trapped in this one!"
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Apr 3, 2009 19:44:44 GMT
Akhil's heart began beating much faster- he had a hard time checking himself. Despite his rational half warning him against fear, his more instinctive half was convincing him that he had every reason to be worried at the moment.
Firstly, he had just gotten glimpses of just whom exactly shared this prison. Could they be trusted? He reprimanded himself harshly for such a thought. Still, he thought, as his eyes briefly met with those of Siorra, I may as well be placing my life in the hands of...
His thoughts trailed off before he could complete them with the word "monsters". He nearly forgot that he himself was among them. But this was only his old self talking, he told himself. With a resolute thought, he decided to take his chances with them- besides, it was either a chance of death with them, or a certainty of death elsewhere. Besides, the afterlife wasn't going anywhere; it wasn't as though he had to hurry to get there.
Another thought struck him, though, as he saw nearly every other cell be unlocked. Do they even know I'm here? Maybe he had only thought he had made eye contact with Siorra. What if they think this cell is empty? That this cage is just a hanging piece of chain? They haven't even acknowledged anything I've said...what if they can't hear me? "Excuse me," he said, a bit more nervously than his previous words, "but if any of you could remove the enchantment from this cage, I'm sure I could free myself! Or if this cage could be detached from the chain, this thing could be pulled apart without great difficulty, I think," he said the last bit with dubiousness, though, and continued to crane his neck this way and that in his cage to get better looks at the other prisoners.
He could clearly see the one to whom he had spoken before, and saw that she was not in fact hurt- merely lying down, it seemed. That made Akhil a bit nervous. He hadn't yet considered that the mutations might have left some people crippled, temporarily or not.
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Post by Chaos 303030 on Apr 3, 2009 20:33:39 GMT
Zinguzi smiled. He laughed, and he laughed. He felt like getting some revenge on the guards; how dare THEY imprison HIM, Zinguzi Erelin?! The most famous dungeon crawler in Tamriel! He made himself a mental note to make them much more acquainted with him after he got out. He cracked his arms, rolled his neck, and moved out of the cell. He turned to his left and moved over to Ahkil's Cell. He clasped his hands firmly on the lock, tapping his foot.
The lock hissed and glowed, slowly weakening until Zinguzi could simply rip it off. Melting lock in one hand, he waved his free hand at the little glass man in the ceiling cage. He kicked the cell door open, walked in, and hurled the glob of molten metal at the chain attaching Ahkil to the ceiling. It adhered to it, a bit sloshing off and melting a hole in the top of Ahkil's cage, and began to turn the chain into a line of slag. Given a little more time, it would be so weak that Ahkil's weight would cause it to crash to the ground. He sighed, and leaned against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 4, 2009 2:08:58 GMT
Each second seemed to stretch on agonizingly slow, as Alex listened to the distinct clack of iron; her would be cohorts being freed from their respective prisons around her. She could make out the distinctly feminine voice of the one who had first proposed escape, speaking to the others as she gradually made her way closer to Alex's cell.
After what seemed an eternity, the figure finally stopped outside her cell; a surprisingly delicate, fragile looking thing, its frame adorned with feathers and the look of silver. Upon seeing her, Alex felt a slight, albeit brief, pang of ency towards this woman; despite whatever look of physical frailty she had inherited, the woman's transformation had a certain elegance, a certain distinction, which Alex felt her own form was greatly lacking.
Pushing these rather pointless thoughts on aesthetics to the side, however, Alex locked her large blue eyes with the white of the figure before her, the chains holding her limbs still pulled taut as the woman slid her key into the lock on Alex's cell.
Please...please let me out of here... she thought with newfound clarity, clear enough to allow the figure to hear her, if she so chose. Please...I'm so...
Hungry.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 4, 2009 9:10:11 GMT
A cacaphony of voices piped up as she unlocked the theron's cell. "Don't worry, Akhil," she said, remembering the little man's name as she looked over at his cell. "Zinguzi'll get you out." she vaguely remembered his name, but couldn't think from where.
"And twiggy, I'll get to you in a second ungrateful little-." She paused as Alex's cell gate swung open and called to the new voice, "Whoever you are, if you aren't a freak or a murderer, you can stay there."
As she pushed the cell door open, however, she froze. There was a voice... in her head. She fixed her white eyes on Alex's own, fighting her twitchy new forms urge to get away.
Her initial thought was that this was an invasion, before she realised that, really, she had been waiting for the figure to say something.
She finally spoke as she drew closer to her, kneeling down beside her. Her voice now was actually gentle, for the first time, for though her form may be fragile outwardly, she sensed that this one was fragile on the inside, as the whispery telepathic voice proved. "I'll let you out, don't worry," she murmured. There were many locks on Alex's body, and she set about undoing them all. She struggled to be frightened of Alex's hunger, though she couldn't understand why. Maybe because she won't get much nutrients from this body... she thought.
As she unlocked the final chain, she pushed the chains- with great effort- from the theron's body. "I'm Siorra, by the way," she introduced herself, in case Alex had not heard before. "Now the world's most useless assassin."
And then Alex was in the clear. Somewhat futilely, considering her lack of strength, she gripped Alex by the arms (careful not to touch the bladed parts) and attempted to help her up.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Apr 6, 2009 20:36:33 GMT
"Oh-" was all Akhil could stammer before Zinguzi had set to melting his chains. As a hole was burned into the top of the cage, he scrambled to the edge of the cage to avoid being burned when the molten metal fell through the top of the cage, falling to its floor with a loud hiss.
Akhil braced himself by holding tight to the cell mesh, glancing from the hole in his ceiling to the glob of metal now hardening on his floor. The metal was rapidly cooling, adding additional weight to the fast-weakening chain that suspended the cell.
While judging whether the hole at the top would be large- or too hot- for him to escape through, he neglected to think of how much noise would be caused by the falling metal cage.
Not that it would have made much of a difference. Within several seconds, the chain broke with a loud pop, and Akhil gritted his teeth at the sense of falling he felt. His bearings were lost when the cage clattered to the ground with a cacophony of metal against stone, accompanied by the grunt of pain from Akhil; not from the fall, but from his right hand coming in contact with the still-hot hole in the cage ceiling.
Thoroughly disoriented, his efforts to rise to his feet were met by a distorted vision brought about by thrown-off equilibrium. He blinked hard and tried to concentrate on a single point in his sight (in this case, the hole in his cage) until he could see clearly again. With clear sight, he found the cage to be on its side, and what had once been a hole in his ceiling was now a hole in his wall.
Cradling his burnt hand (though he realized it did not hurt as much as he would have expected), he stepped toward the hole, keeping his balance as best as he could. He licked his finger and tapped it against the metal of the hole: it did not hiss. Cooled enough, he figured, and wrapping his hands in the cloth of his robe, he took hold of the twisted edges of the hole and heaved himself through it, stumbling and falling roughly outside the cage.
Freedom! he thought triumphantly. Already he could feel magicka slowly regenerating. Still slightly off-kilter, he turned to the golem-like Zinguzi and gave an unorthodox bow. "I thanking- *ahem* Thank you sir, very kindly." To his surprise, Akhil felt his magicka regenerating more quickly than it normally did. Not by much, but enough so that it was noticeable, especially after being deprived of magicka for several days. Still, it was not replenished enough to be of any use, so Akhil simply set to jogging toward the cell door, which was now rather twisted thanks to Zinguzi's handiwork.
"So what, pray tell," he called to Siorra, "have you thought of to get us out of the building? I don't expect the guards to be ignorant of the noise much lon- good gods," he said suddenly, looking up, having caught sight of Vincent, quite oblivious to the sudden lack of regard for politeness. His eyes made a round of getting good looks at everyone he could see from his new position: Vincent, Siorra, Alex, he even looked back at Zinguzi. After a moment, he blinked and muttered something in an awed tone about magicka.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 8, 2009 2:47:20 GMT
"I'll let you out, don't worry," the feathered woman told her reassuringly as she set about undoing Alex's restraints. With a brief heaving of the chest, the former Imperial motioned a silent sigh of relief, quite unable to exhale through her now absent mouth and nose. With each unlocked chain, Alex felt her anxiety lessen considerably, until they had all been dealt with.
"I'm Siorra, by the way," the woman explained to her, after pushing aside the chains. "Now the world's most useless assassin." With that, Siorra gripped Alex by arms, and attempted to help her up.
"Thank you, Siorra," Alex thought as she got to her feet, an umistakable tone of appreciation to her reply. "I am Alexandria Pompeius...though, everyone simply calls me Alex." For a brief moment, Alex almost considered curtsying to Siorra in gratitude, before remembering the reality of her transformation, and realizing how utterly ridiculous such a gesture would appear in this new form. Instead, she gave a curt nod of her head, hoping such a gesture would suffice.
It wasn't until Alex heard another voice nearby that her attention broke away from her liberator, and she moved towards the door to her cell. "I don't expect the guards to be ignorant of the noise much lon- good gods," the voice continued, and Alex's large blue eyes were quickly drawn to a miniscule sized figure, standing in one of the nearby cells.
"Oh my goodness..." she thought-spoke as she gazed at Akhil with interest.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 8, 2009 8:47:11 GMT
Siorra nodded to Alex, still a little unnerved by the creat- woman, she corrected herself firmly- by the woman's telepathy.
She strode out of the cell and looked down at little Akhil, slightly taken aback by his small stature and seemingly happy disposition. I wouldn't be so happy if I were shrunk to that size... she thought. "Akhil," she said. "If you need to, hitch a ride with someone. And everyone," she said, addressing the rest of the freed mutants. "Free the rest if you can, as Akhil said, we may not have much more time."
She strode over to Agrabal's cell. Looking inside, she blanched. "Urgh, you stink," she muttered. "I think this one's dead... nice workmanship, though," she muttered under her breath, looking at the way the ribs had been peeled away from the heart. She moved on to Vincent's cell.
"You, skinny," she said, jiggling the pick in the lock until it clicked! and was pushed open. "Are you chained, or free to go?"
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