[center][color=662d91][b]Kusari Bloodworth[/b][/color][/center]
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When I was forced to be cuffed and chained to complete strangers, and then herded into a transparent truck, I was a little bewildered. What kind of nonsense material was it made out of? It reminded me of the transparent aluminum from Star Trek, but it seemed to be more durable. I pondered the point of transparent transport trucks, perhaps they wanted easy visual contact of their not so precious cargo in case anyone tried something stupid. I looked at the magical binding cuffs on my wrists, even if someone wanted to break out these would stop it. I lowered my hands and gazed at the floor. There was some sort of spell placed there, most likely a last resort option to deal with any escape attempts. Honestly, they were treating us as if we were convicted mass murderers. I glanced at those around me, I didn't know any of them, perhaps one of them had killed someone. I let out a sigh, apparently that wouldn't even matter where we were going.

At some point the truck stopped, I looked up to see why, considering they were so intent on stopping for nothing before. A golden light shined in the sky, I strained my eyes to see what it was. Two women, dressed as if they had just woken up. I recognized them, it was Sparrow and Prism. What were these Precursor whores doing here? At first I thought it had something to do with us, but that didn't make sense, with how they were dressed they had clearly been called on short notice, and our transfer wasn't so sudden. 

[color=662d91]"Oh."[/color] I muttered, as monsters began to materialize, and Prism began blasting them to death. This was certainly a good enough reason to be called out. I blinked a few times as I realized something about the creatures, this was a power one of the other Precursors possessed. He hadn't been seen in years however. Why was he now appearing, and fighting the other Precursors was beyond me. I was about to tell the driver to move his fat behind and hit the gas, but he soon started moving again. As we moved further away from the battle scene, I hung my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. I wasn't even at the school and already dangerous situations were coming my way. At least the annoying boy chained to me had shut up a little, for now...


The rest of the drive seemed to past in an instant, and we were led out of the fishbowl on wheels and into the school, at least I assumed it was the school, it was just a large empty room. Soon enough a stern looking woman walked out, and introduced herself as the head of the school. What she did next was well, I know it was supposed to be scary and threatening, but for some reason seeing her try so hard just came across as kinda pitiable. Perhaps I should fear for my own life more, but... I jingled the cuffs around my wrists, suddenly a thought occurred to me. Could I die now that these were on me? A wry smile sneaked onto my face. Did I really want to die? Now was a perfect time to decide. I didn't have any particular reason to live, but I didn't have any real reason to die either. 

I brushed aside the thoughts of death and looked to the guy holding a cup of coffee. I could go for an energy drink myself, I was tired. I only half listened to what he had to say, most of it was either common sense or pretty obvious information. [color=662d91]"What a concise explanation, maybe the Director will give you a doggy treat later."[/color] I said, my mouth almost moving on it's own. Off I went with a stellar first impression as always. I turned towards Zhang and opened my mouth once again. [color=662d91]"Why are you threatening us with a firing squad, and inviting us to be executed? Didn't some of them volunteer, and this is how you treat them? We're valuable tools for the government, aren't we? You shouldn't be so willing to throw us away just so you can look credible."[/color] My hands suddenly slipped out of the cuffs and fell to the floor. They weren't unlocked or anything, I had simply dislocated joints in my hands. It took a while to do it while on the truck, I had to time it with the kid with the loud mouth's rambling to make sure no one noticed. It hurt of course, but I was used to it. Thanks to my magic I used to have a bad habit of doing it to myself as a child. I raised my hands to signal that I meant no harm, my legs were still hindered by the ankle cuffs after all.

[color=662d91]"So, how about you uncuff us and let us inside the school with open arms already? It's late and I want to get some sleep."[/color]

[hider=OOC note]Unless someone has eagle eyes they shouldn't have noticed her dislocating her hands in the truck.[/hider]