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9 yrs ago
Current Hello, status reader! Yes, you! Have a great day, y'hear!
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10 yrs ago
I wonder if this place would ever run a proper Play By Post with dice rolls and whatnot.
11 yrs ago
The average life expectancy of RPs here leave something to be desired.
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11 yrs ago
Ah yes, looking up words in Google Translate. Used an actual paperback dictionary back in the day, but still - looks like I'm back in the saddle.
11 yrs ago
It's not the size of the brain that counts, it's how you wield it

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@Boboclown98@Minimum
LOL interesting that you choice the same power at the same time. One of you could take power the other appearance


It was, in fact, a practice of their powers. One mimicked the CS of the other.

You guys might've gone with power drain though. Just a thought.
"Inmate number 247-47, approach the cell entrance immediately,"

Chris slowly turned towards the guard at the entrance. He looked at him for a long minute, trying to decide if he should associate these guards with Alpha's actions. His face had no expression, but his hard eyes on the guard's face betrayed his inner works slightly.

But as he leaned forward to walk towards the guard, a heavy stone slid into his heart. The sensation was so sudden that he instinctively grabbed his chest, and looked down to see if he was attacked. But this... this was fear, wasn't it? The body's chemical reaction to fear. What the hell did they do to him!?

"Which... which one of us is that number." He was physically forcing the words out of himself as he mirrored his cellmate's question. At this point he couldn't look away from the guard, even as she came closer. Instead of answering, the guard raised his right hand to chest-level and tapped his wrist where a watch would be. Puzzled, Chris looked at his left, then right wrist, and found a bracelet of smooth black material fit snugly to his hand. On it, the figure 24747 was represented by a collection of aluminium numbers screwed or glued to it. When the scientist raised it closer to his eyes to examine it, surprised he hadn't noticed it sooner, he became aware he couldn't feel the bracelet's touch against his skin. In fact, there was an aura of anasthetic around it, a black hole in his senses. He attempted to force telemetry from his skin, but something interfered with the signal. Something external.

Just as Chris was about to push his finger under the bracelet, something pushed against his shoulder. Hard. He looked up at the guard, who was stabbing him with his shock baton, now fortunately off. "Hands off." he growled through his teeth. At this point, some message stopped playing on the loudspeakers and the door to the cell opened. The scientist took a step forward, but stopped at the doorway of the cell.

"Yes." He tilted his head at the guard, to emphasize an inaudible question mark.

@YamiCuoreLaroux aww... I get it now.... Sort of@Peaceless why???


The guy eats metal to fuel his powers. He's been starved the last week so he needs to eat a little more than usual, and it can only be done gradually. This is the reason he couldn't bend the bellbar.
@KatherinWinter, no, that would be silly :-P

...and some 30cm steel rulers. They bent like paper when his fingers crossed over a bundle, out of which he selected five... The fifth he sharpened into a thin blade... He then proceeded to slowly eat the blade...
When the two reached the classroom, Ezekiel turned with the intention of going in. He remembered what the guard at the end of the hall told him, and first leaned into the room to see if the nearest one tries to stop him or interferes in any way. Satisfied it was safe, he came in, and after throwing a guilty look to the shadow girl started opening all the drawers and closets that were spread around the interior walls of the room.

In his search, even when his hands fell on some fancy metallic widget or a complicated device, he would gently push it aside. Eventually he stopped near the lecturer's desk, the drawers of which contained more basic supplies - alcohol based markers, pencils, papers and some 30cm steel rulers. They bent like paper when his fingers crossed over a bundle, out of which he selected five. Four of them he bent into bracelets and put them around each wrist and ankle, under his clothes, where they seemed to hold snugly against his skin. The fifth he sharpened into a thin blade by squishing the edge with thumb and forefinger, and spent a few minutes sharpening the pencils with it. He then proceeded to slowly eat the blade, all the while avoiding the shadow girl's gaze.
Perhaps more dramatically than intended, the young man whipped around to face his previously undetected cellmate. This was most likely due to his senses being shut down for so long, he figured. To her, this appeared almost comical, as the man's poker face was completely unfitting to this gesture.

He lost no time in examining her with his eyes, from head to toe, looking for abnormalities but also, almost unconsciously, for wounds. Her tone of voice concerned him slightly, especially when he thought about the kind of treatment he received from what he could remember of the trip to the facility. But something was nagging at his ears, and before he offered to look her over, it finally registered - the voice on the loudspeaker was familiar. Very familiar.

He turned back to the bars in strangely slow motion, his eyes bulging with surprise, his face flush with color, his muscular arms gripping the bars with such a force they gave out a quiet creak - or were his bones creaking? When the voice was gone he was stuck in this position for a moment longer, until a guard made a motion of coming closer. He let go, gradually, and pushed himself away. To Eris, he seemed like a lanky lab monkey again - perhaps his build was just an illusion of light and shadow?

The young man exhaled slowly, loudly, pushing all air out of his lungs. The flush disappeared from his face, and his slightly stooped posture made him look like a manequin in the dim light. He turned towards her again, like a zombie not in full control of his body, and took a step - but by the time he reached her his posture was upright again.

"I'm Chris," he said in the same inflection-less voice. "Are you well."
Got it.

Unrelatedly, if Ezekiel looks through the drawers in the classroom, does he find pens and papers? Metal rulers maybe?
@Peaceless
What are you talking about? We discussed the pairing....sort of you didn't want to do any OOC decisions.


I have re-read to make sure. The actual discussion took place after Ezekiel left. I've noticed something that looks like a reference to going with him, but I assumed 'english-speaking boy' referred to Flippy (where is he anyway?)

I can probably work with this.
@Peaceless
Yes she is following him. Remember they divided up into pairs.


You should be careful about deciding this post-factum. I know the group decided to pair up, but this happened after Ezekiel left. And if Roxy continued in conversation with the rest of the group, this means that she didn't follow him at first. Nor is it said anywhere that she followed him afterwards. So I'm gonna go ahead and assume she suddenly appeared there, what with being a shadow-ninja and all.
@Peaceless ok


I'm back.

From your post, am I to understand Roxy went with Ezekiel? He went pretty far away from the group.
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