thewizardguy

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"Sir, I would like to ask that I'd be allowed to contain Alexander's foolishness. I've fought him. In one of his foolish rages, he will happily sacrifice life and limb in blindness. I am afraid that if I do not, he will make things worse for everyone." Tsukune finished this, keeping a completely straight face. He had a ulterior motive, of course. If Alexander eventually did something stupid enough to get someone killed, he had no doubt that he, and maybe the other experiments involved, would be killed. If he had Vlad's permission to prevent these outbreaks before they happened, a lot of trouble could be avoided. Furthermore, if he succeded in keeping Alexander out of further trouble, he believed he might be able to get Vlad's trust, which could be used to make small changes to the advantage of his fellow crewmates.

Like Chess (Multiverse/Crossover RP)

"Happily" Deus said, and summoned a massive rabbit costume around Doom. Unfortunately, it lacked eye holes. However, Deus was sure this wouldn't lead to more than mild hilarity. What he'd forgotten was that there were no holes whatsoever in the rabbit costume, so Doom would rapidly run out of air.

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Alright. Get well soon!

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"I'm sorry, sir. I picked up some injuries during my fight with Alexander, and wasn't able to participate in tests of any kind." It wasn't a lie. When he'd gone down to the medical area, they'd filled him with painkillers that prevented him from doing much, other than watching his hand move. That, combined with his lack of sleep had made him quite incapable of taking any kind of test.

Super Heroes/Villians

Monkey stepped into light's room, and had two guards pick her up. "Take her to the dissection area. She's no use to us alive in this state, but something may be recovered from her insides." With rough jerks, Light was pulled upright, before being dragged through the door. Monkey watched impassively, before closing the door behind her. She was thrown into an elevator, which led down to a rusty area. Screams could be heard, and the smell of blood was thick, as Light was brought towards a completely white door, contrasted in the rusted dark corridor.

Super Heroes/Villians

Yes. Yes it does.

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Tsukune stepped into the office carefully. He stood in front of the desk, waiting. Vlad would no doubt like to make the first statement, probably something about the mess that occurred yesterday.

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Johncrucible said
I come from the land of dangers such as ice, snow, moose, bears and flying hockey pucks

Poland?

Super Heroes/Villians

That's it, I'm going to stab the next person who abuses caps lock.

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Tsukune had been rather quiet. He'd stayed in his room, thinking of what to do. It seemed rather unreal now, the fight for his life. He'd ripped off a man's arms. And there was no other description for what the dragon had used other than magic. Just the idea that he'd just broken the laws of physics was freaking him out slightly. If those weren't fixed, then what rules were? If that was the kind of power a dragon could wield, then he had no doubt that Alexander would become the most powerful of them soon. If he ever grew to control those powers, he'd be unstoppable. And he wasn't sure that was a good thing.
However, his main thought was on escape. If Vlad remained in command, then there was no doubt that things would get gradually worse. Had the group submitted to him, they would be treated fairly well, but there was no way any of them would roll over like that. Of course. People who broke the law usually weren't the kind of people who would submit to the goverment, especially not the young ones. However, was there some way for him to ensure the others safe escape? The bomb that Alexander had mentioned ruled out all ideas of forcing their way out of here. They'd all be blown to smithereens. However, if he could somehow get inside the system, he could at least work to soften the punishment upon the others. And with Vlad's trust, the options that were open to him expanded massively.
Walking through the hallways, Tsukune brushed himself down. He'd brushed his hair, and made himself to look as formal as he could. This would be an important talk, and any small advantage was welcome. As he arrived at the door of Vlad's office, he spoke to one of the guards. "Excuse me. Could you tell Vlad I would like to speak to him?"