[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmQ_pKPh8cU][b][i]Ten Days Ago[/i][/b][/url]

It had required four Skits and a Raider to effectively usher The Infamous into a cell without causing massive damage to the base and alien soldiers; even with his invisibility power restrained by the collar he now wore, D'ren was a [i]selectively[/i] violent man. A sociopath adept at manipulating people, he had long-since realized that people tend to underestimate his more violent, but less in number counterpart, the psychopath. So he began acting like a psychopath toward the latter part of his IRA reign. Not even his closest lieutenants knew the truth. And when one of his mistresses discovered that his mind was a lot more stable than he pretended, he had taken her outside psychotically bashed her brains in, before a dozen witnesses. With his hands.

This uber-extroverted guise he continued to feign until he was locked up and the guards skittered away, and then his natural introversion resurfaced. Glad to finally be alone, D'ren's shoulders relaxed, though he slightly shook from the adrenaline pumping through him. Breathing heavily, the left side of D'ren's face twitched as he collapsed against the wall and involuntarily sat down. Though his facial tick was also exaggerated - along with his mania - it was real, caused by the blade scar that ran across his cheek.

Once settled, D'ren tried to peak around the bars to see if he could find Dream-scape's cell. All he knew was that she was here; he didn't know her exact location. Unable to see her, he sighed and went back to sit down and contemplate his suicide mission...


[b][i]Present[/i][/b]

Away from the others, D'ren took on his more measured gait and gaze, taking in his surroundings with clarity and purpose; when he discovered the six Skits waiting for him at the gate he had previously thought was unoccupied, he let out an annoyed growl. 

"Bloody bastards," he moaned to himself, before turning to the dazed Dream-scape. "I'll be right --" That was when Portal teleported them again.

And again.

This time, he did get nauseous. As his eyes rolled into the back of his head, he nearly dropped Dream-Scape. She fell even more into him and he tried to keep her up as much as he could. When the nausea passed a few seconds later, he glanced around, keeping his perception high and his mouth shut, albeit terse and repellent. He took it all in, namely the fact that there did not seem to be any medical personnel in the room to care for either Portal or Dream-Scape. This slightly upset D'ren. While everyone tried to out-smartass each other, D'ren noticed the woman who liked gadgets wandering off.

The Infamous wondered if he should follow with the ill illusionist. Looking at the other heroes and vilains, D'ren settled for just lying her down on the floor. He saw the blood but did not say anything. Instead he took a few steps away from her, wondering if anyone else would notice.