An Actual Wizard
Adrian's Gaol (Fantasy Prison RP) IC
Adrian's Gaul: Impenetrable, Inescapable, Indestructible, these were all words that seemed to apply to the prison but may not.
The Old King's Militia and the Royal Guard had been at ends for the better half of 10 years but recently a wild card had appeared, no one knew who he or she was but for the prisoners of Adrian's Gaul he was helpful, for now, because for some reason the humanizer that was sealing there powers had just dissipated, it was the wild card, though one could have known it was him or how he had done it, every prisoner except the ones on level 5 were now able to use there powers.
One such prisoner was West Parker, he knew where he needed to go, up: the opposite direction everyone else was heading, but.... he was reluctant to act.
Akatou Masamura sat in a green field, on the edge of a pine forest. He could feel a cool breeze against his skin, hear the chirping of birds from the trees. He took a deep breath, and smelled the dampness of the air, the dust of the stone, the moss growing in the cracks. He opened his eyes, his meditative state falling away, and saw the dim, musty cell, the same as always. There was a breeze, however, coming through the only window in the room--a high, small square, barely as large as his head and fitted with bars anyway, just in case. He snorted. This place was beginning to tire him. He raised his arms, the specially made shackles clacking together as he did so, and let his voluminous sleeves fall down around his elbows. He licked the exposed skin of his forearm.
He had noticed it some time ago, that the humanizer--that vile substance that stole the power of he and those like him--had seemed different. He could feel his power returning, though he could not use it as his hands were still sealed inside these iron cylinders. He could no longer taste the slime-like coating of the substance on his skin or in his sweat. It was completely out of his system. If he could only get these cylinders off, he would be able to use his power...
That was good enough for him. It was time to end this farce. This was such an unsuitable place for a warrior to spend his days. He stood, and banged his hands against the bars. The loud clang resounded through the hallway of the second floor, and Akatou called out loudly for the guard. Because his hands were completely sealed off due to the nature of his power, many tasks, such as eating, were made difficult. Thus, the guards who patrolled this floor had been given special orders regarding him and others like him, whose limbs were sealed because they could shoot fire from their hands, or whose arms were bound because they had superlative strength. Whenever he had the need to...relieve himself...a guard was supposed to come and help him. It was embarrassing and shameful, and Akatou would make them pay for insulting his pride in such a way. But for now, he could use it to his advantage.
"Didn't you go this morning, bush-man?" the guard said in an irritated tone as he swaggered over to Akatou's cell.
"The word is bushi, you simpleton, and it means warrior. Do not use it as a term of insult."
"Yeah? Well, I'm about to wipe your own ass for you, so I'd watch the tone there, bushi. Step away from the door for me." Akatou did so, and the man pulled the key ring from his belt and unlocked the door. He stepped in with a sigh--this duty was as embarrassing for the guards as it was for the prisoners--and looked at Akatou.
"Can you really not get your own bloody pants down?" he asked. Akatou grunted and merely stood over the chamber pot of his cell, his face reddening. The guard sighed again and stepped forward, leaning over...and Akatou brought his knee up, breaking the man's nose with a meaty crunch. As the guard brought his hands to his face and reared back, Akatou stopped him by looping the chain of his shackles around the back of the man's neck, and yanked him down into another knee strike, this time in the gut to take the air out of him so he could not shout for help, and then in the groin to take his voice away even if he did manage to get some air in his lungs. Then, bringing the shackles down like a hammer, he smashed the back of the man's skull and sent him sprawling to the ground, unconscious. The warrior stooped down on the ground and took the keyring from the man's limp hand with his teeth. He had no idea which one would undo his shackles, nor could he use his hands to manipulate them. Instead he walked out of the open cell door, and looked around. Surely one of the other prisoners, one who had their hands free, would see him. He could toss the keyring to them, they could unlock their own cell, and then undo his shackles. But he would have to choose someone who looked trustworthy...
An Actual Wizard
West wanted to head up to the top floor, where his brother was, but each floor had a head guard stronger than the prisoners on that floor so he'd need people with him, preferably stronger than him too, when he looked around he couldn't imagine that there was anyone here who wasn't stronger than him.
In his row of cells there was a tall bald man who could generate balls of heat, this man was impulsive and dangerous and had melted his own shackles and the bars to his cell, he seemed to be assembling a team too, one to go down stairs of course, he was planning on walking right out the front door!
"This is the second floor! If the humanizer's not working prison wide then they won't care about us! the head guards will all be upstairs already! LETS JUST HEAD DOWN!! WHO'S WITH ME!?"
West was not with him, and neither was the foreign man a few cells down. The bald man and West both looked a this man at the same time, hoping he'd help them.
Akatou heard a great commotion up ahead, and followed the sound. Soon he came to a group of other prisoners who were plotting their escapes. One man, judging from the smoke coming from his hands and the state of his shackles and cell, seemed to have some sort of fire based power. He could probably melt Akatou's shackles off the same way he'd no doubt melted his own, but the warrior didn't want to risk his hands being burned to ash or covered in molten metal. When the bald man looked at him expectantly, he simply ignored the man--instead, he turned to another prisoner who seemed to have an interest in him, a young man who didn't seem to be part of the rowdier group. He looked slightly more trustworthy--and even if he wasn't, he seemed easier to intimidate than the burly bald fellow and his cutthroat cohorts. Akatou tossed his head, letting go of the keys so that they clattered at West's feet.
"You there. If you would undo my shackles, you may keep the keys and do what you wish with them." he said.