[COLOR=GRAY][INDENT][INDENT][color=#FFD700]"Do you even know who I am?"[/color]

Inside the glass containment unit, the blonde man thrashed against his restraints. The large feathered wings from his back continually smashed against the thick glass to no avail. From the outside, there wasn't an ounce of give in the cannister-like container; it remained perfectly stable amidst the wall of identical units.

[color=#ffffff]"Warren Worthington the Third,"[/color] A masculine monotone voice replied, "But that name won't carry any weight here."

[color=#FFD700]"My father-"[/color]

[color=#ffffff]"Your father?"[/color] The voice almost seemed humoured at the mention. The corners of the shadowy figure's mouth twitched upwards at the evocation of the senior Worthington. [color=#ffffff]"It was your father who asked for you to be [b]purified[/b]. He wants this for you."[/color]

[color=#FFD700]"Liar!"[/color] Warren screeched, [color=#FFD700]"When I get out of here, I will drag you for every cent you're worth, you won't see the light from outside of a cell for the rest of your miserable little life!"[/color]

[color=#ffffff]"My child,"[/color] The silhouette replied again, [color=#FFD700]"I think you've grossly overestimated your power here."[/color] He stood clapping his hands together as light suddenly appeared in the dimly lit hallway. Across from Warren was the containment cell of another young man, this one seemed to be covered in a layer of ice. Frost covered most of the inside of the glass that surrounded him while condensation from the exterior dripped onto the filthy concrete floor. 

[color=#ffffff]"Robert, would you mind telling Warren exactly when he'll get out of here?"[/color] The man asked, stepping into the light enough for Warren to see he was dressed in some sort of robes, a stiff collar wrapped around his neck.

A roar suddenly interrupted the dialogue, taking Warren's attention from the ice man to elsewhere. His eyes swivelled from side to side before a glimpse of blue fur caught his attention. Within yet another occupied containment cannister was a large animal-like figure. Its features were indiscernible with traits of canine, primate and feline all mashed together atop a vaguely humanoid body.

[color=#ffffff]"Ah, Dr. McCoy,"[/color] Their captor stated, [color=#ffffff]"You're awake. Warren, Robert, this is Henry McCoy. Like both of you, he has a particularly obvious and repulsive mutation. Though unlike either of you, Dr. McCoy at least had the self-awareness to seek a cure. Unfortunately,"[/color] The cloaked silhouette gestured vaguely towards Henry.

[color=#ffffff]"It didn't work. In fact, I would say it made you that much worse, Doctor."[/color] He gloated, eagerly rubbing his hands together. [color=#ffffff]"You can't cure what you have. It's a part of you, you're born with it. Contaminated from birth, there is no changing what you are. Vile, disgusting, a blight upon humanity. We can only hope that if we purify the Earth of you and your kind, mankind will be saved."[/color]

[color=#ADD8E6]"Go to Hell!"[/color] Spat Robert from behind the robe-adorned man. The edges of their abductor's mouth undeniably turned upward at Robert's open hostility to his captor. 

[color=#ffffff]"I'm afraid, you're already there."[/color] Came the response before a snap of his fingers cut the lights again. Growls of protest echoed from Henry's container while Warren could hear Robert banging against the barrier of his own container. Shattering ice echoed through the dark, narrow hallways. Then, from within that same darkness, Warren could feel the man's eyes looking at him as though he were trying to stare into his soul. 

Panic set in rapidly as he, too, began to flail about in his container, a sixth sense telling him that if ever there was a time to fight, it was now.

[color=#ffffff]"Gas them both."[/color]

The words cut through Warren like a hot knife. His chest tightened as he held his breath. Vents above him began to spew a coloured vapour. Bloody wings and knuckles fought against the glass to no avail. Agony ripped across his body as the corrosive gas ate away at feather then skin. Muscles were next, very quickly followed by bone.

A chorus of screams followed the robed man as he walked towards the exit. It was a small step, but one that had made the world just a little more...

[CENTER][i][b]Pure.[/b][/i][/CENTER][/INDENT][/INDENT][CENTER][COLOR=dimgray]
[sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5608382][img]https://i.imgur.com/K1CAjaY.png[/img][/URL][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=FF7802][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Along the Elbe River[/I] - [I]Germany[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=FF7802][b]Crazy World #1.01:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Wind of Change[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=FF7802][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] None [/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=2c2c2c][b]Previously:[/b] [I]TBD[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/INDENT]
[indent][INDENT][color=FF7802]"...[b]Rose![/b]"[/color]

The word escapes from between his lips. His throat was dry and coarse, the smell of smoke and salt filling his lungs as he jolted awake. Metal on metal echoed on either side of Logan while the sound of spilling sand followed, sticking to the warm blood that freshly trickled from between his knuckles. Red hair, lingering scents, green eyes and a taste that was better than any meal he ever had all hung to his senses. The fog of grogginess began to dissipate as Logan pulled himself together, retracting his claws before running a hand absently over the fresh scratches on the side of his makeshift bunk. 

Standing from the sandbags he had claimed as a bed, Logan walked on deck of the small ship just in time to see their approach to Hamburg. From here, he and Kitty would have to continue on land, especially since they were expected by his contact due South, in Munich. Hamburg was barely a stop. 

[color=#FF7802]"Get any sleep, Kat?"[/color] Logan asked, announcing his presence before the lithe brunette turned to look at him. The bags under her eyes answered for her.

[color=#DDA0DD]"Every time I close my eyes, I just see him,"[/color] She stated, [color=#DDA0DD]"Lying there, dead."[/color] Her mind drifted back to Madripoor, back to Ogun's manipulations, the imprinted memories, skills and directives that were going to plague her forever. Their attackers, these 'Purifiers', had gunned her father down mercilessly, like he was a rabid animal. The moment he had risen in her defense, they looked at her no differently than they looked at Logan. 

Dressed in black and red armour atop what had looked like robes, the Purifiers cut an intimidating figure as they marched upon both Kitty and Logan in Madripoor. An emblazoned white cross was draped across their chests, rotated to a forty-five-degree angle, making it appear more like an 'X' than a traditional cross. Each of them bore a fully automatic firearm, with magazines full of Vibranium bullets that only seemingly left Logan unharmed. Even their melee weapons had been made of Vibranium, reducing Kitty's katanas to broken shards of steel. 

Once again, Kitty's mind was haunted by the image of her father's dead body. Cut down by a rain of bullets and left in the street like gutter trash. There had been no time for a goodbye, let alone a proper burial. Logan and his contacts had gotten her out of Madripoor quickly, flying to Japan, then to the United Kingdom, before they boarded the boat they were currently on.

There was no rhyme or reason to their path, Logan simply wanted to put as much distance as he could between them and the Purifiers. Officially, the Purifiers were an extremist group; unofficially, it wouldn't surprise Kitty if Maxwell Lord had knighted them as his own personal hit-squad. They were brazen enough to act above the law, whether ordained or not. But if that was true, they had no authority outside of America. Madripoor was an exception, but here, in Europe, they wouldn't dare be so bold. It also meant they had to be that much more careful.

Kitty had never been to Germany before. 

It was far enough from Lord's reach, but certainly not his impact. Across from her, Logan took a drag off his cigar while Kitty crinkled her nose once again at the smell before continuing her meal. She didn't remember landing in Hamburg, and she certainly didn't remember making her way halfway across the country to Munich. She had been so lost in her thoughts, she was functioning purely on autopilot, blindly trusting the man she had previously tried to kill to safely escort her.  Looking around, the first thing that Kitty noticed was how busy the streets were here. No one paid any mind to the pair as they sat on the patio enjoying a quaint meal.

The food was good, but Kitty still missed home. Not that the home she came from was one she'd even recognize anymore. If people were suspicious of capes and vigilantes who were out there using their powers to at least make a difference, then there was no way of predicting how afraid they'd be of two mutants having a meal in the middle of a busy city. 

Especially when one could tank a small army while the other could walk through bank walls. 

[color=#DDA0DD]"Who are we meeting?"[/COLOR] Kitty asked, interrupting the silence as Logan raised a bushy brow towards her, barely grunting an acknowledgement. His nostril flared, something on the wind catching his attention. He raised a hand, the subtle smell of Vibranium drifting across the Southern breeze as Logan strained his ears to catch and discourse he could. If there was Vibranium, there was likely a Purifier attached to it. The din of the crowd was nearly overwhelming, but he slowly began to filter through the noise until he found what he was looking for. 

[color=silver]"Herr Getmann's Travelling Menagerie..."[/color] The radio crackled, [color=silver]"There's a mutant acrobat."[/color]

[color=#DDA0DD]"What is it?"[/color] Kitty asked as Logan grunted again.

[color=#FF7802]"They're here, not for us."[/color] He replied before burying himself back in his beer. Blinking several times, Kitty found herself flabbergasted at Logan's complete disinterest in stopping the Purifiers.

[color=#DDA0DD]"We have to help,"[/color] Kitty protested, [color=#DDA0DD]"We can't let them just keep killing mutants."[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"Their own fault for travelling as part of a circus. Painted a damn target on their dumb face."[/color] Logan replied dismissively, waving the waitress over to pay their bill. 

[color=#DDA0DD]"They couldn't have possibly known-"[/color] Kitty argued, before being cut short by the arrival of their waitress.

[color=ffffff]"Americans!"[/color] The waitress exclaimed, [color=ffffff]"Are you tourists in our fair city?"[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"Canadian."[/color]

[color=ffffff]"I beg your pardon?"[/color]

[color=#DDA0DD]"He's actually Canadian,"[/color] Kitty replied, [color=#DDA0DD]"Sorry for my stepfather's rudeness."[/color]

[color=ffffff]"I thought Canadians were the polite ones,"[/color]

[color=#DDA0DD]"Common misconception,"[/color] Kitty replied, [color=#DDA0DD]"Sorry, could you tell me where the ladies' room is?"[/color]

[color=ffffff]"Of course, it's just inside. Take the first left and it'll be at the end on the right,"[/color]

[color=#DDA0DD]"Thank you!"[/color] Kitty replied, excusing herself quickly while Logan reached for his wallet.

[color=ffffff]"She's a great girl!"[/color] The waitress stated, trying to make conversation, as Logan merely grunted. He took another sniff of the air; he already knew Kitty was gone. He just needed to confirm how fast she was moving.

[color=#FF7802]"She's something,"[/color] Logan grumbled. He could still feel bruises from his last encounter with the Purifiers' bullets. He and Kitty were going to sit down and have a long talk after this. Apparently the girl loved to run straight into the fire. 

Kitty was heading to the circus.[/INDENT][/INDENT][/COLOR]