[center][h3]Solitary Confinement[/h3][/center]
[@GarlandDaHero],[@Guess Who],[@AdmrlStalfos19],[@Sunbather],[@Hyyde322]

	Taking a moment to bow in the direction of Cayde's voice, the draph spoke up. [color=fff79a][b]"Me? Why, I'm only Perkeo, greatest musician in all of Tyragrande. Of course, without my harp I don't have more than my voice, but...good enough for me. Oh, and keys. I also have keys."[/b][/color] he said, jingling them proudly. His smile waned a bit as he pondered Homura's words. [color=fff79a][b]"Honestly, I hadn't thought of taking anyone else...but, I'm not exactly much of a fighter per-se. As such, my plan for getting you out consists of...this."[/b][/color] he said, unlocking the door to Homura's cell, before going in and unshackling her. [color=fff79a][b]"And, I suppose its good to spread kindness."[/b][/color] he said, before going to each cell in turn to unlock and unshackle those inside, giving them all a good look at the guard who's helmet was dented in both sides by the temples...so much for not being a fighter. Perkeo himself was built like all draphs were: Large, and muscular from head to toe. His crimson locks spilled past his back, wild, yet seeming to be very well-groomed. His pale skin was flecked with small scars, with a rather large one cut in-between his pectorals. It was clearly fresh as well, given the redness of the wound. His face carried a jovial look to it, his lips always seeming to be curled into a smile.  What other few prisoners there were in solitary were...well, not so up for fighting given that most had completely given up on life, hope, and the future. As such, in many of the cells prisoners, male and female, lay emaciated and broken in spirit, unwilling to even acknowledge that their freedom was within reach. 

Clapping his hands together eagerly once they were all freed, he said: [color=fff79a][b]"Can you believe the luck of it? He tripped and fell, and took me with my elbow down right with him! Quite a terrifying turn of events for me as well, but...I've made due."[/b][/color] he said, before two guards patrolling overheard his voice. Hurriedly, the twosome entered the room, brandishing shortswords identical to the one in the possession of the guard lying unconscious. A third, then a fourth patrol guard ran by, clearly with the intent of reporting this and sounding the alarm. The group would have to quickly dispose of the twosome, and silence the duo that was fleeing in opposite directions, lest they have to face a swarm of armed Zweite guards. [color=fff79a][b]"Well, this is a predicament."[/b][/color] Perkeo said, clearly not intending to fight, given that he was already walking to the back of the group. 

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[center][h3]Research/Testing[/h3][/center]
[@Suku],[@Enkryption]

	The pain of the sensitive tail-appendage from it being grabbed would cause Skathi to fly deeper into her rage, and, before she could see where Marshall's head had gone, she would see a troop of guards running from the direction Marshall's arm. [b]"What the- The primal is loose! Someone, get the warden!"[/b] one of the guards called back, before he would be batted aside by Skathi's raw strength, a line of guards proving to be unable to stop her rampage as she literally tore her way through the fortress. As she did this, she would even come to notice that there seemed to be two types of people fighting amongst themselves. In addition, a gnawing sensation kept guiding Skathi towards the Inmate Property room, while a twinge sounded in Marshall's mind as his head, arm, and remaining body parts connected.

Stored in a bed of Formaldehyde, various devices were hooked up to the bare skin of his torso, many of which served to monitor his vital signs. A sharp pain persisted as his chest's senses reconnected over the distance they were at; An emptiness in his chest that seemed unmistakable. Someone had stolen his heart. Two researchers were monitoring the spike in vital signs present in the headless torso, before the bed was shattered by a sharp kick. The right arm and head of Marshall were the most interesting, and directly dangerous parts of his body. As such, the others were largely left intact for the researchers to experiment with the vitals of a body without a driving mechanism. Now, however, the driving mechanism that was his noggin was close enough to regain control.

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[center][h3]Ordinary Confinement[/h3][/center]
[@Shizuochan],[@Burst],[@Skyrte]
	The door's locks snapped apart as if they were twigs before the Ether-Infused rock. Though the one to Kagami and Arno's cell had been left intact, the harvin pilot's kick to it ended the poor lock's life. The padlocks having fallen, the group of three was left with the keys to the cells and shackles. New prisoners were often locked up in Ziggurat and forced into an anklet right away to seal away their Magic, or latent ether-based abilities. As such, the key being there was merely an oversight from a new guard; If anything, this was the luckiest day of their lives given that this also meant that access to their Ether was enabled once more. Even though Gilvan's anklet no longer functioned, getting it off would no doubt be more comfortable than leaving it. Before the threesome started carrying out their plan, a woman cleared her throat. 

[color=a36209][b]"Nice work Gil! Now just get these cells unlocked, and we can all make our getaway. Freedom here we come!"[/b][/color] the erune woman that had organized the plan, bribed the guards, and managed to assist in disabling Gilvan's anklet said. As her voice rang out in the cell block, a clamour of excitement started overtaking the other prisoners, many rousing their companions with talk of home, family, and of revenge against the tyranny of the 13 Heads. Tail swishing as she waited by her cell bars, she excitedly pointed at the lock. [color=a36209][b]"Yoo-hoo, right here! When we make it out of this, I promise I'm giving you all discounts on my most expensive wares. 20% off is a big deal!"[/b][/color] 

Bearing a tanned complexion, the woman had only been in Ziggurat for under a month, as shown by her not being as deathly pale as most prisoners were on this godforsaken Island where storms plagued the skies daily. Herr eyes shone with a mischievous, yet cunning light to them, as if everything she did was intentionally planned out. The blonde of her hair housed her perched Erune ears atop them, clearly feline in form, if that wasn't obvious by her long, lanky, tube-like tail. Once her cell was open, the woman burst out and stretched her legs. [color=a36209][b]"Finally! Was getting tired of being clammed up in there. Alright, let's get down to business. Half the prisoners will go free us some MORE prisoners, and half will go to the Confiscation room. We need to move fast though; Won't take them long to take their airship out if they know we're gonna be able to steal it."[/b][/color] she said, now smirking as she picked up a nearby pebble. [color=a36209][b]"C'mon boys, we've got some freedom to fight for!"[/b][/color]

Progressing through the prison's halls, the woman demonstrated her ability to direct people accordingly, having a few sneaky erune knock out two guards to steal their weapons, then storm the armory with a bunch of gigantic Draph men and women. Her leadership skills were certainly there, and, just as they reached the Prisoner Properties room, she smiled. [color=a36209][b]"Alright! Anything you had when you got here is in here...probably. Let's get our stuff and leave."[/b][/color] she said, rifling through a box before pulling out an intricately decorated stiletto dagger, in addition to what one could guess were her old clothes. With a bit of searching, it wouldn't be too hard to find their belongings...for those that cared, however, each box seemed labeled with the prisoner number on their anklets, as well as last names below that. 

Bizarrely, on a nearby desk was a bloody heart, completely soaked in blood and sealed within a glass display case...still beating. Cringing a bit as she looked at it, the erune woman said: [color=a36209][b]"Let's...not touch that."[/b][/color]