[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310568770764537869/924159778027102208/Hempos2Re.png[/img][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/539214003763806248/914721339535925278/Rueyn_Banner.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6ca89921-fd1d-4792-91c3-1e627e0ba9d8.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [center][color=f26522]Rueyn - Siri[/color] , [color=00a99d]Hemlock - Red[/color], [color=ec008c]Ameliya- Perse[/color][/center] [hr] [center][color=00a99d][h1]Plans Modified[/h1][/color][/center] [@twave][@Eviledd1984] [color=00a99d]The Furnace churned. Bubbling. The sound of water boiling. This Color was Heat. It was hard to sense and hard to decipher. If he had all of his capabilities right now he could determine more. Truth was that there were things that he missed. The hissing static whispers. The sound of multiple conversations, bouncing off each other like a distorted cave. [/color] [color=ec008c]"Ameliya," She said with a rare smile now upon her face, "This one is Rue."[/color] [color=00a99d]Ameliya and Rue. He politely nods his head.[/color] [color=f26522]Rue turned her head when the familiar tugging in her core started up, a sensation she had not felt in some time, not since… not since Esmé and Mela were slain, a soul, calling to hers. She followed the direction of the tugging to see the thin, shorter humanoid male standing in front of her, looking at her but not really seeing her, his eyes bore the telltale sign of blindness. His soul was the one calling to her. But he was neither dead nor was he near death’s embrace, he was… somehow in between, in each one separately yet residing within both at the same time, like the way her eyes saw the realms of the mortals and spirits. “Greetings received and returned,” she replied with a softer rumble than she had previously used. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lock. Yes, rather loud and annoying, if you ask me.” She doubted anyone else could hear him very well without heightened senses, and for whatever reason that his soul was so insistent that she hear it, she decided he was hers to watch over now. He looked so frail, so easily snapped like a broken bone and she felt… something about him that told her he wasn’t like the others. And she’d always had a habit of protecting the outcasts. “Do you actually eat like most of them do or do they just bring you out here for their own perverse enjoyment?” she asked, not unkindly. “I don’t need to eat but they insist on trying to feed me the slop they call food every time they bring me in here.”[/color] [color=00a99d]The Nebula expanded and collapsed. Such complicated colors that he had no word for and the only reason he could even sense them this intensely was because these individuals were that powerful. He took a second, attempting to sense deeper and broader. Though it was difficult with these bracers. From what he could gather, getting familiar with them, pressing on to his skin. Slightly irritating like a burning rash. From what he could determine about the technology, attempting to listen to it, they stopped him from touching Outgoing EM Fields. He cannot conduct his own EMFs. He has always manipulated the fields around him. “I think that they will take me to the cafeteria to make me the meal,” he jokes dryly, with a deadpan expression. Taking his attention back to Rue. He gives an airy laugh, “Loud, that’s one way of describing it.” he pauses. His “gaze” if you can call it that, trails off. This place is too smooth. His skin creeps with cold. [/color] [color=f26522]She gave a small humming sort of chuckle at his words, already liking the humor he had shown so far, as well as the obvious social anxiety that she herself kept hidden from everyone, and she found she could relate. “Just get behind me,” she replied. “And you’ll look more like a headache, no one would dare try to take my snack.” The last bitch who had thought he could simply grab her ginger candies off of her tray had lost his left hand to such folly-Rue wasn’t above shattering someone else’s bones to protect her candy. You don’t touch what’s hers without asking.[/color] [color=00a99d]He says nothing. He heard what Rue had to say, however, he frowns - he realizes he hasn’t talked to another being in - how long now he wonders? Conversations with the guards were hardly called conversations, often they only told you to “shut up”, “be quiet”. Some liked the physical abuse he thinks, they like to exert their power and control. Since he is so mild mannered, some of the guards and probably some of the rest of the inmates probably think he is weak. Perhaps with these dampeners, it is harder to distinguish his environment. Though that is no excuse to underestimate his capability. “I’ll have to take you up on the offer some day- -He pauses. It’s gone quiet. Less loud. The rest seemed to be focused on something. Listening. He pays attention to the blobby colors. Hazey distortions. It’s Green who is speaking. He only catches the briefest bits-[/color] [right]-blowing this pop stand?” Green is speaking.[/right] [color=00a99d]It takes a considerable amount of his attention to hear her whisper. They must be at the table across from this one, but he can only determine that with the way the colors are spaced-[/color] [right]-Once we get past the security; we’re gonna have to get the keys to the elevator. That would be on the warden; who’ll be scurrying around trying to stop the riot.” Green continues.[/right] [color=00a99d]He turns to where he approximately believes Rueyn and Ameliya to be-[/color] [right]-Does anyone got any questions?” Abby asks.[/right] [color=00a99d]“Did you catch all of that?” he asks Rue. If Abby was planning an escape plan, then there were smarter ways of disrupting the facility. In all of his years working with technology, the last minute resort should always be to nuke it with electricity. You don’t want your machines spitting back electricity at you like hot oil in a pan.[/color] [color=ec008c]Hearing the scratchy voice asking if they had heard what Abby said, Ameliya turned around to look at the other two with the same mischievously dangerous grin upon her face. "It sounds like I am going to need your jumpsuits," Ameliya jokingly announced and playfully winked towards the rest of the table. She then barked out another laugh, that would have been seen as generally good natured if it wasn't for that slight edge.[/color] [color=f26522]Rue’s keen hearing picked up every word and she tilted her head as she listened to Abby and the others, then turned her eyes towards Lock again. Interesting. “Aye,” she replied. “I hear everything in this gods forsaken shithole. It is an interesting plan, and I’m personally about done wearing these goddamn dampening cuffs.” “I can take one or two others into the shadows with me,” she said to Lock and Ameliya and directed it at Abby as well. “This plan of yours needs more refining though. Where are the entrances and exits? The security checkpoints? When are the guard rotation times, how long does it take for the next shift to get to that post? What if the place goes into lockdown? You need more planning, brute force and fire alone will not get you everywhere that you need for it to work and often results in complications and unnecessary losses.” Her raspy rumbling voice took on a military style tone as her battle strategist mind worked, feeling a bit of joy at having an excuse to run battle sims in her head again for something other than entertainment, that had gotten stale long ago. “But either way, burning jumpsuits is a good start of a distraction,” she replied to Ameliya with another rough laugh. “However, it would be good to have more than on distraction going off at once, because once fires have been put out what are you going to do once the guards start rounding inmates up?”[/color] [color=00a99d]An escape plan then. And like usual, judging by the criticism given by the others - one too reliant on brute force. Perhaps he can be of aid in this situation. Turning his head as if searching like a spotlight to find Rue or Ameliya to anchor his sightless gaze, “I don’t talk very loud and I rather not have to shout.” He tries not to show the slight hesitation he feels. If there is one thing he didn’t prefer doing in Thornwood, which was looking frail or helpless. Could he trust either of them, “Just tell me where Abby is, so I can get a little closer. You don’t need to grab my hand, I am not a child. Just tell me how to get closer.” [/color] [color=ec008c]So deeply tucked away in the thoughts about how beautifully the asylum would burn down, Ameliya only half paid attention to what Hemlock said.[/color] [color=f26522]Rue looked at him, heard the nervous trust he was asking from them to guide him to the table without harm or incident and since she had already decided he was hers (even she couldn’t help but feel a certain possessiveness over those she protected, a strong demonic trait), she also decided it was her duty to guide him. Rue leaned forwards and rested her left hand on the table where Abby sat, and placed his on her bicep. “I’m technically not holding your hand,” she said. “Scoot over two spaces from the furthermost seat and Abby is right next to you.”[/color] [color=ec008c]"The table in front- Ameliya started to say nonchalantly but stopped when from the corner of her eye saw Rue standing up and leading the blind man forward.[/color] [color=00a99d]-True," he mumbles quietly, not exactly sure how to process the situation. It had been a long time since he had felt another person in many years. She was warmer than most people he had ever touched before. He could feel her energy pulsate within her. Scratchy clothing shielded rock solid skin, "-Thank you." he states more quietly following her instructions. Trying not to run into anyone or a chair, or even a person. He uses the Green Abby emits, to guide him, pulling him along. And even then he waits for someone to tell him whether or not he's actually Near Abby at all, more out of courtesy than hesitation. [/color] [color=f26522]Rue replaced her mask, having had her fill of ginger candies, and heard Ameliya’s snicker, likely at the sight of the big bad demon guiding the thin blind man towards the table with her arm like it was nothing. She smirked under her mask.[/color] [color=ec008c]Not being able to hold back, or really planning to, Ameliya snickered at the sight of the larger than life demon woman helping this frail new guy. She had not seen the big angry Rueyn act like this before, and it was an interesting but also quite amusing sight to behold.[/color] [color=00a99d]He turns his attention from those two entirely, confirmation for him wasn't entirely necessarily - just a courtesy. “Abby, is it?” he addresses Green, “Rue is correct. A plan of brute force has to always be backed up with serious intel.” he takes a second. Catching someone else speaking up against the plan. Turning his attention to the color like the way a storm must paint. Purple, like a magnetic pull. If magnets were a color, then this was the color of Magnetism. “May I make a suggestion,” he turns his attention away from the Magnet, “While I admit, throwing sparks at a machine is fun and I hear that it creates some serious fireworks, that’s not going to be relatively useful in this particular situation. I’ve always preferred a machine we can use to our advantage. A machine that works is more beneficial than one that will break.” He hasn’t any clue whether or not anyone is listening to him. His words could be falling on deaf ears for all he knows, he addresses the Magnet, “I assume you and I have a similar skill set. I overheard them addressing you to short circuit the security systems. I theorize that you and I could behave as conduits. From what I understand of these handcuffs, mine prevent me from completely sensing outgoing EMFs. And yours well, I can only theorize they are preventing you from conducting a charge.” He pauses. Taking a moment, though this is his area of expertise, this is the most talking he has done in years. He often preferred to bide his time, till an opportunity has arrived. He had already theorized how he could overload the handcuffs with the proper tool. Taking a deep breath, before exhaling, meditating on his thoughts: Disrupting the handcuffs would give the both of them a significant advantage. Rueyn is correct about needing information. Security details can be extracted from computers. Communication devices between guards can be seized and listened into, perhaps even used to deceive if used appropriately. Alarm systems could be tripped, not just short circuited, but manipulated. The facility could be in time used against those that controlled it, in order to ensure a more fruitful escape. There were so many elements at play and how they could be utilized is much wider than Abby’s proposed idea. Of course he’s only modifying the pre-existing one. Not taking over it. Cooperating at the end of the day was the way to win favors from others. “All we would have to do is hold hands or connect, technically a phone still works in a “faraday cage”, it just won’t get the call. All we have to do is make ourselves one big cage, drawing outgoing signals into the inside disrupting the incoming signals. This should overload or really disrupt the handcuffs, releasing you and I,” he turns his head distracted briefly; Someone is talking about eating a muzzle, “In theory by freeing us this should allow you and I simply to disrupt everyone’s handcuffs and devices.” He pauses with a slight smile on his face, he’s having fun, “And may I make another suggestion. While I am sure that killing guards is fun. We should probably use their communication devices to our advantage. To listen to their comm chatter. Again, I’ll reiterate from earlier, sometimes seizing a machine from the inside for our use is better than completely disrupting it.”[/color]