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

	Perkeo was peeking his head around the corner, whispering: [color=fff79a][i]"Psst! Aren't you all coming? We're going to die if we stick around...And besides, they'll be fighting for a whi-"[/i][/color] Perkeo said, cut off by a sudden, ear piercing scream emanating from a guard as he was dragged down the corridor Perkeo was trying to go to. Staring in horror, the minstrel turned his head back to his companions, as he said: [color=fff79a][b]"L-Let's NOT go that way. That sounds fun. Not going that way."[/b][/color]

Of course, things would go from bad to worse as the Prisoner melee soon got a monstrous combatant thrown into the mix, a hissing, shrieking, horrible looking [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/b543/f/2016/125/a/f/worm_by_khezug-da1d2k3.jpg]creature[/url] that was piercing through even the armored soldier's defenses, and following behind it were four more of its kind, all reaching out to attack prisoner and guard alike as they advanced. As they cut through the mass however, the group would see that the exit was now almost entirely freed, as shown by many prisoners rushing down it. Getting past those beasts might very well lead them down and away.

Many of the other prisoners were panicking, starting to try and flee, before faced with the reality that there WAS no where to go. Hopeless, they began cowering away from the monsters as they shambled forward. Given their overall appearance, one could assume that they were Water-Element beings. This was further cemented as they launched a strange fluid from their mouths on occasion to attack those fleeing, appearing to be some sort of thick mucous that slowed down those it hit. Perkeo, ever the brave and stalwart man, was hiding behind the corner, shakily holding a sword in his hand. [color=fff79a][b]"What ARE these things!?"[/b][/color] he questioned, literally shaking in his boots. [color=fff79a][b]"I-If we can get down to the Eighth Floor, that's where they put the possessions of prisoners in Solitary Confinement."[/b][/color] he said, as the creatures began shambling right for the group. 
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[center][h3]Research/Testing[/h3][/center]
[@Suku],[@Enkryption]

	For Marshall, there was little standing in the way of him marching out there through a hole in the wall from the tentacle...save for the tentacle itself barring the way. A barrier of flesh, mucous, and liquid that writhed and lashed out violently in the hallway, claw marks made along it leading to the east. It seemed that someone had just passed by, and managed to get by with a series of aggressive slashing attacks to the underside of the wriggling mass. The wounds it suffered had lead it to retreat, leaving a rather sizable chunk in the wall it had come through, leaving a gaping hole leading to the outside. While climbing down might be possible, the windows were too narrow to enter in from, and the slickness of the rain would make climbing down impossible. 

Before he could make a decision however, Marshall would spot a [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/b543/f/2016/125/a/f/worm_by_khezug-da1d2k3.jpg]creature[/url] waddling along the floor, before charging at him as soon as it spotted him, hissing furiously as venomous stingers extended from its many four tentacles, aiming to kill the immortal and consume his meat, its mouth spread wide open, so enraged with hunger that it sought to devour him before it had even made the kill.

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	Skathi's flight would attract the ire of the Primal Beast, its massive tentacles attempting to cut her off at several points down the hall. Her speed and unarmed slashing attacks were sufficient in deflecting their grasping attempts to seize her, but soon it seemed to ease up its assault. Despite being a formidable Primal Beast, it seemed that Charybdis' intelligence wasn't very high. It was only able to track Skathi when it felt pain in its tentacles, or when it actually forced its head to look directly into the holes it was punching in the walls. A distorted roar echoed outside the tower, as Charybdis' frustration grew with every failed attempt to attack Skathi. Then, the unthinkable happened.

Charybdis, with a tentacle within the walls of the prison, severed its own tentacle with another, letting the writhing mass squirm as the beast's oozy black blood dripped into the ocean, before the wound sealed completely. The now-severed tentacle also sealed up its own wound, before reflexively curling up and calcifying. As Skathi was running, she could hear the distinct sound of stone cracking, the tentacle's flesh rupturing and releasing roughly a dozen small mite-like [url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/b543/f/2016/125/a/f/worm_by_khezug-da1d2k3.jpg]creatures[/url] that bore little resemblance to their broodmother. Four tentacles splayed out from their small, 2ft high forms, each having a wingspan of about 8ft with both arms outstretched. Pouring from the mass from which they were made, they struggled over one another, skin gaining color and turning a pale blue as their eyes burned red, unused to the light present above the sea. Transfixed on Skathi, many of them made a break for her, while others spanned out in search of food, attacking guards and prisoners as they both ascended, and descended the tower. 

[center][h3]Prisoner Belongings[/h3][/center]
[@Shizuochan],[@Skyrte]

	There was a pause as Selmia, one of the 13 herself, was caught completely off guard by Arno's sudden outburst, her eyes fluttering as she rapidly blinked in confusion, trying to think about just what that harvin man was talking about...

[color=8882be][b]"...Ohhh. I see. My apologies, then."[/b][/color] Selmia said, sheathing her knife, and wiping a smidgen of blood off of her gloves hands. [color=8882be][b]"I had forgotten that the creator of that aircraft was a high priority escort. Excellent work, you two."[/b][/color] Selmia said, offering an almost out of place smile on her youthful face. [color=8882be][b]"To have brought Zweite's future chief of engineering here without even needing to be told...Hehe. That's against the rules...but your actions were correct. Carry on."[/b][/color] she said, walking off as quickly as she had when approaching them, as if in a hurry. ...Was...was she really that gullible?

[color=a36209][b]"Y-Yes Ma'am, we'll do just that Ma'am!"[/b][/color] the Erune woman said, hurriedly "escorting" Arno to the Akula, walking a bit awkwardly in her armor as she guided Gilvan there as well. At that outburst and acceptance, the other soldiers believed that they were, indeed, there as normal guards to escort Arno to reconstruct his airship to take on the Primal that, to their knowledge, was attacking unprovoked. Clearing her throat, the woman said: [color=a36209][b]"Let us know if you need us to grab anything..."[/b][/color] as she marveled at Arno doing his thing. She clearly had no idea what he was doing, but...eh, not her trade, after all.

[b]"Didn't the Warden say to not let anyone fly?"[/b] One of the nearby guards said, a hand on his sheath before he got clocked in the face by a nearby fellow guard. [b]"ARE YOU STUPID? YOU WANNA DEAL WITH A RIOT, AND A PRIMAL BEAST AT THE SAME TIME? Let the damn fool fly. He'll at least distract it, at worst. At best, little guy might just poke it to death."[/b] he said, clearly not wanting to bet his survival on a Harvin. The fighting raged on, still, but a defensive line had formed around Arno. Selmia's acceptance was enough for them to know that severe punishment awaited if they failed. As such, Arno had their support...so long as the bluff was kept up.

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	Meanwhile, Selmia smiled warmly, free from prying eyes, she skipped along the halls with a small jar in her hands, rubbing the top of it. The inside was filled to the brim with Formaldehyde, and inside pulsed a slow, but steadily beating heart. Marshall's, to be precise. [color=8882be][b]"He'll be so much fun when he breaks..."[/b][/color] she said, having a childlike glee to her smile as she skipped along, leaving bloodied footsteps in her wake as she went off to a deeper part of the prison, towards the personal airship dock the 13 Heads used for secret visits.