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[h1][color=LightBlue]Rayne[/color][/h1]
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Location:
[*]Muron Prison
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Interacting:
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[*][@RyoRyoRyoken]
[*][@Renny]
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Rayne was caught in mid-deep beath, unable to formulate words as if his brain short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Around him, everything was in fast-forward while he was motionless in the middle of it all. Within a blink of an eye, a figure cut right through both his shackles before breaking into Jackel's cell, all before his cuffs made contact with the stone floor.

Rayne's face went slack, mouth slightly open, body unmoving, and color draining from his face as he stare wide-eyed at something no one expecting to see or happen. He just froze up to a point where he could hardly breath, but just as quickly as it came, the shock began to melt away, everything returning  with a rush of wind and a popping in his ears. 

He let out a sudden smirk, realizing that the shadow of death was no longer upon him, and the thought of freedom, rushing through like a river rapid in his mind. Instantaneously, his energy returned to him, truly invigorating him for the first time in a month. Wasting no time, Rayne crouched low to the ground, his black loafers creasing as his knees met his chest and his arms pointing diagonal to his body behind him. He needed to formulate a plan, so he needed distance. Within the blink of an eye, he conjured a stream of pyro-electricity from his hands and feet, propelling him to the opposite wall within seconds.

[color=Crimson][i]"You gotta be kinding me, one moment, I'm ready for death, now I'm high on hope, that's not good for my heart."[/i][/color] Xerxes bleated in his mind.

[color=LightBlue][i]"So you finally pipe up after a month of silence, huh?"[/i][/color] Rayne thought back, rolling and shuffling towards the back wall. The hallway they were in was a T-section, which could have led anywhere.

[color=LightBlue][i]"Any ideas on how to get out of here?"[/i][/color] Rayne chortled in his thoughts, unable to think up an escape plan under the current conditions. The woman gave them an opportunity, but no definitive help after wards.  

[color=Crimson][i]"Want my help after throwing me out of my body."[/i][/color] Xerxes remarked. With a sigh, Xerxes quickly came up with a solution, or an idea. [color=Crimson][i]"Shape clay into a vessel; it is the space within that makes it useful.  Carve fine doors and windows, but the room is useful in its emptiness.  The usefulness of what is depends on what is not."[/i][/color] Xerxes declared, before silence created a void in his head.

Instantly, Rayne understood Xerxes' words, or his quote, which was unnecessary. With palms flat on the wall, he realized that the wall was a exterior wall, it was significantly colder than the others. Without a moments hesitation, a thrust of his signature yellow flames streamed out from his palms, creating an explosive burst that basically erased the wall behind him, throwing dust and bricks into the air. As predicted, a gust of frigid air confirmed Rayne's guess. Not only did he have an escape route, so did Jackal and his savour, if they could survive the drop, they were apparently on one of the top 5 floors of the prison.

Without as much as a goodbye, Rayne leaned back over the edge, and jumped.