[h3]Jackson[/h3]

Jackson was shocked when he saw everyone around him disappear, as if they just faded out of existence, before he got hit with a wave of nausea and pain. His sight became increasingly hazy, until he couldn't see anything at all, only darkness. He felt a hauntingly familiar chill seep into his bones, his eyes opening with a start as all of his memories came back to him. He had turned into MU, he had tried to kill people, had succeeded in killing Nate several times, then he had been knocked out. Then Nate had brought him to some remote cabin, but before anything could be done, they'd been attacked by soldiers, he had been captured, and he had no idea where Nate was. 

The more he thought about what had happened, the more aware he was of his surroundings, and even more so, the older memories that it envoked with in him. [i]No,not again Nononononononononononono![/i] His breathing became erratic as he began to struggle, frantically looking for away out of the pod he was in. He eventually found the handle and pulled it, dropping from the pod with a solid thud. He quickly got up and looked around, seeing more pods going on as far as he could see, with people coming out of them looking just as confused as he was. Jackson turned and started running, looking for away out of this hell hole, but all he saw were more pods, more dazed people, more confusion. Soon, he stopped running, finding himself in a section where there seemed to be nobody around.

He laid against a pod, feeling the chill of the metal deep into his skin as he felt the reality of the situation settle on him. [i]I'm trapped again, by who or what doesn't matter, and I'm probably going to be a lab-rat again. I'm going to become a fucking test subject, a Number, a THING!!![/i] Anger and despair filled Jackson's mind as he recoiled into himself, a low chuckle escaping his lips as tears began to form in his eyes. [i]I never should have gone with the Reformists, I should've just gone it my own way, should've known nothing good would come from it. Now, I'm right back where I started, after knowing only one goddamn week of actual freedom. . . . No, I'd rather die than let myself go through this again.[/i] 

Behind him, a crack formed, but instead of just letting the energy flow into him, he pulled it in, clenching his teeth against the pain. He didn't care as blood began to drain from his nose and ears, as his veins seemed to burn, his skull feeling as though it was going to explode from the pressure the energy he was drawing on was putting on his mind. The cracks soon spread around him, like a pair of fractured wings, wrapping around him as his body began to convulse. He began to cough up blood as he felt inside seemign to tear themselves apart, the pain being worse than anything he had ever felt before, but he didn't care. He pressed on, continuing to draw in more and more energy. His eyes began to take on a dark blue glow, and a few strands of his hair turned white, before he let out a roar of pain.

And then the world went silent around him.

No one would hear or see anything as the energy was released in a violent burst, but the area Jackson was in had been completely distorted. The floor and the pods were pent into a variety of odd angles and shapes, some places had become like rubber, others were inexplicable cold or hot, one even had a velociraptor in it(though it seemed to be unable to escape it's general area). The area was complete and utter random chaos, and in the center of it was Jackson, lying unconscious on the floor, blood leaking from his eyes, ears, and mouth. he was still alive, if barely, but he was dead to the world and would be for awhile.

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[h3]Jaden[/h3]

Jaden didn't feel pain as his mind passed from the fantasy to reality, only a sense sadness and anger as his eyes opened to find himself inside some sort of pod. Escape was easy, Jaden simply busted out, shifting out of the clothes he found himself in and formed his usual attire. Looking around, Jaden sensed many Metas all around him, most in pods, but a few were waking up from what appeared to be a computer-simulated reality. Looking around at everything, and with the knowledge that Constantine had told him, in didn't take much time to figure out who was involved in this. And that was fine with Jaden, wonderful in fact, because now, he got to have his chance to rip apart each and everyone of them he could find. 

Jaden then began to walk towards a familiar knowing what he needed before he went on his rampage and who he needed to give it to him.
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[h3]Damien[/h3]

Damien cocked at Eli's strange behavior, honestly expecting . . . well he didn't know what he had been expecting. Someone who seemed a bit more unhinged than this guy did, and certainly not someone who censored themselves in front of children. He simply shrugged after a bit of thinking and followed the man as he called for some guy called Nate, who showed up soon after in a rather odd way himself. It took Damien a little while to place the guy, finally remembering him as the one who had been with the girl trapped in a ball of energy. He seemed to be able to duplicate himself, interesting. Giving a wave to Nate, he went over to one of the pods and placed a hand on it, draining all the energy from it as he recharged himself. He did this with a couple more, which caused them to spit out their occupants as the power to support them dwindled away. Once he was done, he turned to the group again, leaning against a pod and just watching events go by. He was in no hurry to do anything yet, waiting until he had some more facts about his situations before he did anything.

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[h3]Ian[/h3]

"Better men, women, and even children have tried and failed, I promise you. I'm universally despised in seven countries, and have a fan club in 5 of them as well. Okay that's a lie, it's only a small one, but they always send me fan mail, which would be great except for the fact that nobody should no my home address. I've moved every time I've gotten mail from them, and every time, the house ends up getting bombed or raided. Yo don't make many friends in the mercenary business, especially with my personality and refusal to kill the people I fight." Ian stretched out with a small grunt before he turned around and began walking in one direction, halting, then turning around to the reverse direction and continuing to march. "As for company, I say you can never have enough. So yes, I'd love some. Let's see if we can find some more, hmm. Maybe we can find someone who has an idea of where we are, though I kinda doubt that. We'll see, I guess."

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