'Is this guy crazy or something?' Arc taught to himself. " Um the place we are currently in is called Blackmist. It's a prison." Arc said to Rothe.

"Using an entire island as a prison eh? That's pretty damn clever, I'm stealing that idea... hold on.. then that means... all of these people are criminals? Wait, did they declare me a criminal? Ryuuk damn them, what hostile world have I stepped into?"
Rothe talked aloud as he ran trough his train of thought. Then it hit him.
"...Are you a criminal then?"

'Yep this guy is crazy.' Arc taught to himself as he sighed. " Yeah I'm also a criminal, if you have a problem with that then you can get lost." Arc said to Rothe.

"I've worked with criminal's before. Often they are misunderstood souls trying to do right by a moral code that doesn't match the one of their local lord."
Rothe gave him his patented warm smile, comforting and trustworthy. "Do you want to confess your sins? You don't strike me as the kind of guy that's beyond salvation."

Arc stood up and put his hands in his pockets. "That's were you are wrong, I'm already way past salvation." He said with with a small smirk on his face. " Let me give you a little hint, if you want to survive this place you better don't tell the other people here what you told me. Because that might get you killed." Arc said his final words to Rothe and decided to walk around the prison some more.

Rothe remained seated as he watched the guy leave. Poor guy had some things he needed to work trough, that mutch was clear. But he was too stuborn to get help. "No one is beyond salvation son!"

Rothe sighed.. prison huh. And here he thought he was going to the halls.
He looked up and mumbled "Ryuuk you fantastic bastard.. what do you have in store for me now?"

(nice to know everyone was around)
Dridan pulled out a huge bang gun, and fried it... "Thank you for your attention, now as you know or don't you all must have done some pretty bad things to end up here, at this facility": he said, "I am Director Dridan Larso, I am the Head Warden here, I also the one who decides where you will be living, and try to get you to turn your lives around, we are not a normal prison, you will have housing provided, but if you want anything else, you'll get a job here... as you can see the prison looks more like a town, and that the whole island we are on is 3000 feed above the ocean with nothing on any of the horizons, even if you could swim, fly, assuming you survived the fall off the cliffs and the sharks, jelly fish and other freakish animals in the water and air after, you would die of hunger, exhaustion, or exposure... if the guards didn't drag you back first or shoot you, to end your suffering." he looked around.

"There will be request forms for you to fill out, based on what you can do, and where you want to live, Penthouses are by assignment only...." he looked at the Siren, "we catch any of you breaking into other peoples homes, you will be locked away in a more comfortable setting that you are possibly all use to before coming here... what you do to other prisoners is not my problem unless it involves, Killing, Maiming, or making them your personal slaves, and or Lust Drones... Relationships are fine... and fighting is allowed in the arena we have... If you have any other questions please, put them in a request for whatever it is you want..."

He then looked at several other prisoners, "For those of you who go hear earlier," he said "Himori Harashi, You will be in a penthouse due to your particular Issues, and that young man you were hitting on, since he looks like he won't last 5 seconds without someplace safe, will stay with Himori till I can decide what to do... That would mean You Mr. Green," he said then declared other peoples arrangements, other than the new group.

"That is all for now.... go do whatever it is Prisoners do when given a opportunity to live a little.... Himori And Griffin come with me..." He said.

He Would walk both of them to one of the highest buildings, and take them up to the top, inside was a beautyfully layed out penthouse, with 2 bed, 1 bath, 1 master bedroom and bath, Kitchen, living room, and some other rooms... with crates of what looked like to be wine. "Your things will be brought up here, please make yourselves comfortable, and as Himori is the resident owner, she get the master bedroom..." he stated then left.

(and I will be back later :3)

Abigail groaned, this place was already a living hell. And of course the girl with the skimpy clothes on got a penthouse. So she walked away from the square and sat alone at the edge of the shore. She could just escape, the jellyfish and the sharks would ignore her. But what fun would that be? She shook her head and ended up laying down there, feeling sad and confused.

Three Helicopters came into view, one was carrying a huge crate and the others were carrying soldiers. The middle copter stopped in the middle of the courtyard. The other two copters landed and all the soldiers came out and surrounded the crate. "open it up" One soldier said. Another soldier walked over to the door slowly when suddenly the door blew off it's hinges and landed at the feet of the soldier closest to the crate. Apocalypse walked out of the crate with his chains following him. All the soldiers then began to move away as he walked forward toward the commanding officer. Apocalypse stopped in front of the officer and held out his cuffs. "now try not to destroy this base too." the officer said with annoyence as he uncuffed Him. Then all the soldiers went back into the copters and all three left as fast as they came.
Apocalypse then looked around and muttered. "not much to destroy here."

'Hmph so it's this kind of prison.' Arc taught to himself after he heard the head warden talk to everyone. Arc didn't knew what to do or even where his house or what ever he would get was. Arc had a flashback of when he was in the court room for his trial. 'Don't you feel even the slightiest guilty at all?' The judge asked him. Arc who was cuffed to the railing stood up and looked the judge dead in the eye. ' Those scum deserved to die.' Was the only thing Arc said. The judge looked back at Arc's eyes they were filled with anger. ' You .... you're a monster an Akuma.' The judge yelled at him. ' Hmph it has a certain ring to it doesn't it mister judge.' From that day Arc's nickname with cops and judges was the Akuma.

'Looking back at it now maybe it wasn't such a good idea to say all that.' Arc taught to himself as he now found himself on the shore. It was then he saw a girl lying down, he walked over to her. " Everything alright ?" He asked the girl.

Abigail looked up to see a handsome looking male, though she couldn't find the nerve to smile. Instead she frowned and sat up. "Yes I'm very much fine, thank you for asking." Her tone was delicate and patient.

"Mind if I sit next to you?" He asked her as a small smile appeared on his face. 'I wonder why she is here she doesn't look like a criminal' He taught as he waited for an answer.

"Of course not silly, this is a free prison." Abigail worked up a courageous smile and patted the sand next to her. "What are you in for?" She asked him, slightly less sad, but still in a bad mood.

"Thanks!" Arc said as he sat down on the ground. " well I'm in here for murder and assault with a blunt weapon. You ?" Arc asked her as he looked at her. ' Let's just hope she isn't crazy like the last guy I met.' Arc taught to himself.

Rothe watched in confusion and awe at the spectacle. He'd never seen contraptions like these, Metal carriages with a flight enchantment he figured. But the rotating blades on top were a bit tacky. As if to discourage melee attacks from above. The only things large and proud enough to hold dominion over the skies he could think of were dragons, and a dragon would simply char the clumsy flying box. If they didn't choke on their fire while laughing that is. The whole thing looked silly to Rothe.

The box they were transporting was labeled 'Apocalypse'. Was this a hint? Soldiers similar to the ones that captured Rothe swarmed from the enchanted carts. Rage filled Rothe, but he knew that he couldn't do anything to them alone.
A man came out of the box, the same situation he was in. But these soldiers quivered with fear at the sight of him. The man didn't really look meat headed, a spell caster then? Rothe thanked Ryuuk for bringing him an answer to his problems so soon.

Once the soldiers left Rothe walked up to Apockalypse and introduced himself. "Well met. My name is Rothe, I just arrived in a similar fashion. You haven't missed much so far. What is your name?" He stuck out his hand.

"I'm in here for a lot of messed up things, so for now it is a big secret." Abigail smiled and leaned back, then she looked him over and tilted her head. "Do you mind?" She asked gently as she laid her head on his lap and closed her eyes.

"Alright." Arc said as she said that it was a big secret. She then laid her head on his lap, he didn't mind that. " I don't mind go ahead." Arc said as he looked at her and smiled.

Abigail brightened as he encouraged her advances, that was new, usually she had to enchant them first. "The name's Abigail, I'm a cupid, at least that is what I call my condition." One of her eyes fluttered open and she glanced up at him to see his reaction.

Apocalypse looked down at Rothe and said "Apocalypse, now out of my way" He then began to walk toward the houses to see where he could stay.

Arc looked at her. " Cool I think. Well my "gift" I don't really know what to call it, here I'll show you." Arc said as he pulled up the sleeve on his right arm. After a few seconds his arm from his fingers to his elbow turned a greyish color. " See, this is my gift and well I kinda have the nickname Akuma. It's only used by cops and judges I think. " Arc said with a faint smile. "But anyway the name's Arc" Arc told her.