Jacob ignored Audiophile’s inane chatter, and strode into the newly- opened storage chamber. His eyes widened at the site. It was a huge, vast warehouse filled with row upon row of weapons, armour and…things from across the globe. It was an arsenal large enough to supply an army, and potent enough to bring a country to its knees. It was a blessing, Thane thought, that the government hadn’t been able to work out how to use the vast majority of this technology.

But Thane ignored all this tantalising weaponry, striding further into the armoury. He was a few metres in when he saw it. The familiar orange box had appeared in the bottom right hand corner of his vision. It asked a simple question, but one he had looked forward to throughout his time in prison. ‘Power On?’ it queried. Jacob answered yes.

He felt it instantly. His armour’s computer systems linked with his cybernetics’, merging them together into one mainframe. He immediately had full information of his suit; he could even see through its cameras, if he wished. Now that its location was on his HUD map, he could find it with ease. Jacob started running, as fast as he could, not wishing to spend any more time than was necessary in his vulnerable state.

He tore through shelve after shelve of miscellaneous technology, until finally he came to it. There it was, packaged tightly in a box. He pulled it out carefully and placed the boots on the floor. It was in one piece; this model was designed to self-squire, automatically attaching itself to the wearer.

He stepped into the boots, and each sole clipped down with a satisfying clunk. Pneumatic machinery started the squiring process, pushing armour up each leg. As it reached his groin, large plasteel plates separated themselves and pushed up to cover his torso. They latched onto threaded holes in his back and shoulders, and drilled into him, locking in place. His boots clamped down, fastening themselves to his body. Pauldrons and vambraces spread onto his arms, clasping onto his wrists and elbows. Gauntlets, scratched with use, fitted themselves perfectly onto his fingers. His armour locked together, practically welding itself onto Thane. Finally, his black helmet clutched onto his head and flipped down over his eyes. The internal visor flicked on, showing him direct feed from several cameras on his armour. Thane stretched his body out, feeling what it was like to be back in armour. It felt…powerful.

Thane punched the air, dancing around, feeling the speed that this suit allowed him. Most armour wasn't built to go as fast as Thane could swing a sword, but this was built to actually quicken his movements. He flipped into the air, performing a triple somersault before landing heavily on his knees. He got up, and brushed himself down. He had one more important belonging to retrieve.

And there it was, lying next to his armour. Thane bent down and picked it up, grasping its handle. He unsheathed his beloved sword, admiring its monomolecular blade. He held it out in front of him, in fencing pose. He thrust a few times, fast as lightning. Jacob turned suddenly and slashed at the shelf behind him, tearing through it like paper. It felt right to finally have his heirloom back in his hands. He sheathed it, and clipped it to his armour. Thane attached the rest of his weaponry- knives, grenades and pistols, nothing so precious as his rapier- and turned back towards the entrance. He was ready for anything the world could dare to throw at him.

"Thanks hun...~" Krystaal smiled demurely at Audio as she sauntered inside. She played skyrim once, in her downtime, and had enjoyed it. She made no judgement and went in after Thane. She went down the rows of belongings that came in alphabetical order, finding her own box. She smiled, pulling it out. In the aisles without caring to look around, she stripped of her orange jumper and slid into what was there. Her gorgeous, bourgeois dress and blade hadn't been on her when she was arrested, just the metal armor that conducted her will deliciously through the palms. She pulled on the metal plate over her bare breasts, slid the 'skirt' on, which was more like a metal thong with an elegant cloth between her legs fit for a more harem type of setting, and finally her metal hairpiece. She'd done some downgrading since her first run through with her powers, and now the horns of her helmet curled more delicately along her cheeks.
Krystaal flipped her hair into the helmet before putting it on, and sliding her metal bracers onto her arm, and finally her metal gauntlets. She smirked. Yes... much more aerodynamic than her clunky headgear she had previously. She pulled the last thing from her box... a lone, if not very effective, tazer. Her grin slowly spread and she felt her crystals being drawn to the small pulser of electricity. Oh god.... she was so hungry for this...

Reaching the storage room Velocity turned to see that Thane and Audio had caught up with him, well looked like he wasn't alone. He was confronted with a slender woman stuck in some strange outfit. As Audio and Krystaal flirted Victor just stood silently breathing heavily to vent his frustration at not being able to punch anything, he wasn't in any form a meathead, in fact he was surprisingly well read yet his anarchist ways and fury from being locked away had gotten the better of him.

Grunting as walked past the others he stormed into the armory ripping a wooden crate open with his bare hands, several metal masks clattered to the floor, he placed them into a backpack stocked in the room and slung it over his shoulders. Reaching a crate of weapons he rooted past several whips and RPGs before finally reaching his trademark knuckle dusters. "Jackpot." The weapons were a cold grey colour with spire-like spikes on each knuckle. Slipping them on he left the armory without a word to his companions.At the start of the day he had spoken to Cheshire and he was damn sure he'd speak to her again by the evening.

Storming through the prison he eventually found the cell that held Cheshire Cat. The room was oddly sterile the blood dripping from Victor's body corrupting the ambiance of the room. Destroying the machine sedating Natalia, Victor smiled "What's new pussy-cat?" As the woman was coming around Victor walked out of the room only to return carrying the guard that had visited the cell that very morning. "Saved this one for you." Victor smiled the guard whimpering with fear.

Grimm created a window, by slicing the air it showed him an armory was up above. It looked quite the mess, but he figured something there might aid his escape. He scanned the room some more, looking for guards. Seeing no one there anymore he opened the portal, and walked through. Grimm slowly walked through the armory everything there was interesting. Though nothing that would truly be useful, he soon came before a reinforced vault door. he sliced through it creating a portal to take half the door, and take it behind him. he slowly walked inside. There was only one object inside, it was a long box with strange glowing red marking all over it. He took a knee to inspect it, but had the instinct not to open it. Feeling that it belonged to one of the others. The one with the ferocity of a god, he thought returning it would be a great favor. Probably be a great way to get a powerful ally. He hoisted the box onto his shoulder he was surprised at how light it was, especially for the size. He soon began opening windows looking for the massive knight.

Audio watched as Krystaal and her...'Assets' sauntered into the storeroom, following shortly behind her. Unlike Thane or Krystaal, she didn't have any fancy armor, tech, or other stuff. She didn't need things like that to effectively mutilate or do things she wanted too. Maybe she should get like a...bass cannon or something. That'd be totally awesome. In any case, she needed to find her stuff in here. She tore herself away from Krystaal and her assets and began to search for her things, finding them easily enough. She found her box, and pulled it out. She opened it and was pleasantly surprised to find her things intact. These morons should really just destroy anything they get their hands on. She removed her white and blue striped short sleeved zip-up jacket from the box and gave it a once over. Aside from a layer of dust, it was in pristine condition.

She removed her prison jumpsuit, stripping down to her bare flesh, not caring at all who saw her. She put her arms through the jacket and pulled it on, pulling the zipper up just enough to cover her breasts, and giving quite a view to anyone who looked. Next, she pulled on her black blue-striped pants. They tightly fit over her figure, a little more so than she remembered. Whatever was in this prison food must have went to some unwanted places. Oh well, nothing a little...fun, couldn't take care of. Finally, she slipped on her sneakers and slipped on her pink wrist wraps. It felt good to be back in her old clothes.

After getting herself fully dressed, she found the main things she came here to find. Her DJ glasses, and her custom made headphones. First, she donned the headphones, letting them rest around her neck. They didn't have a cord, or any sort of obvious power source. Instead of being just headphones, they doubled as an MP3 player. They had their own battery and functioned as a speaker and a music storage device. Next, she grabbed her shades from the box and donned them. Not exactly useful, but they had a...special meaning to her, if a psychotic villain could have something that meant anything to them. After getting all of her things, she hit a small button on the right side of her headphones. Instantly, a light flickered to life and loud dubstep began to play from the speakers.

"Hah! They still work!" Audio happily shouted as a psychotic grin spread across her face as she listened to the beats from the headphones. "I haven't felt this relaxed in months. Alright! So who in here wants to help me turn this place into a smoldering crater? "

Hearing strange methodical beats Grimm turned, he slowly approached. Then saw the human girl, and tilted his head slightly. Her demeanor, and manner of speaking was rather entertaining, and he couldn't help: but chuckle. He walked over to her making his scythe vanish into his body. Then he remembered the knight, and looked at the box hoisted on his shoulder. He was weighing the options in his head. Forgetting the fact he was standing right behind Adiophile, and her existence. His train of thought was interrupted when she spoke about turning this place into a smoldering crater.
"I think some of the others are already beating you to that. You might want to hurry if you wish to have anymore fun," Grimm told her making sure she heard him.

Audio, was completely oblivious to the...person standing behind her. She hadn't heard the crashing metal door, and she most certainly didn't hear him approach. Her good ears were too busy focusing on the music coming from her headphones, after being in total silence for so long, being able to hear her music again was like a drug addict getting a fix after being in a forced rehab. Which, was not a good thing for the creature currently standing behind her.

"I think some of the others are already beating you to that. You might want to hurry if you wish to have anymore fun."

To her, the creatures voice came from nowhere. Did it startle her? No, not at all. It pissed her off - a bad move for the guy behind her. She didn't take kindly to someone trying to get the drop on her. She didn't say anything, she simply reacted. She swiftly turned around, and at the same time, the sound waves from her headphones gathered in the palm of her hand. Before the creature could even say anything else, her fist smacked across his face, unleashing the destructive soundwaves at the same time. The soundwaves should have easily been powerful enough to send most people hurtling into a wall.

"Bad move, asshole." She growled, a look of pure rage had made its way across her face.

Grimm went flying he was in a great deal of surprise, and pain. Though as he came falling he gathered himself, and made sure to land on his feet, and slid back as he landed. He chuckled as he rubbed his chin, this human woman was certainly something. But, she touched him he had to punish that act. He raised his hand up, and gathered his souls energy into Adios body, before snapping his fingers. Adiophile felt as one of her ribs broke.
"I can do a lot worse so I suggest you stop. Now I was getting something for the other escapees. Now I'm willing to help you. Perhaps be your friend, but if you keep attacking me. I'm going to make your heart explode inside your chest. Or your stomach which by the way isn't a pleasant way to die," Grim said.

Ethan had followed Abyss into the room, where he saw some...thing rush up to the ceiling and become a chandelier, of all things. He was still looking up at it in awe when he heard his favorite sounds: the sounds of a fight. Grinning, he turns to Koishi and says, "I hear a party going on!" Grabbing her wrist once again, he pulls her along. As he runs, he casts his abilities as far as he can, not to fight, but to find the fight: From the ground, he feels minute vibrations, the aftereffects of Audio's punch. Soon, he comes across the alien he helped, glaring at a blue-haired woman. Cracking his knuckles, he walks up to the pair and says, "Oh, boy! A fight and another hot chick! This really is my lucky day!"

She arched an eyebrow at this guy that had the audacity to sneak up on her. He seemed to have broken one of her ribs. How he did so didn't really matter to her, nor did she care. As far as she was concerned, she could hardly even feel the rib that was broken. What was it supposed to do? Scare her? Ha! She didn't get scared. Was it supposed to be painful? Ha! Pain didn't bother her. In fact, pain was something that she found to be quite...enjoyable. Breaking a rib, wasn't going to slow her down in the least. She took a few slow steps towards Grimm, when another guy walked into the room. She didn't even acknowledge the guys presence. She only had one guy in her sights right now. That, and from being locked up for months on end she had a lot of pent up rage she needed to get rid of.

"Was that supposed to hurt? She cocked her head to the side, seeming to be an attempt to mock him in some way. "Because I didn't feel a thing, creature." She took a few more steps towards him before continuing. "I wouldn't snap those fingers of yours again either," She warned. "Unless you want to loose it. So be a good boy and lemme blast you to bits so I can dance on whats left of your corpse."

"Damn this is just the most humiliating day of my life. Though I must admit you are a very, very interesting human being. I've never met someone like you before. This may be humiliating, but by far the most enlightening. Tell me something what hand is that I can't get that song out of my head. It's deffinantly not skrillex has more style then that," Grimm said if he was going to die he didn't mind it was by someone so powerful.

He slowly stood up cracking his neck. Then looked at the woman before him, and summoned his scythe. He was trying to think of a way to save his life still. He wasn't just going roll over, and let himself die.

Ethan continues standing there, waiting for someone to react to his presence. When no one did, his brow furrows and he drops his arms to his side. A moment later, he snaps his fingers as an idea reaches his mind. Striding forward, he steps between the two, facing Audio, and puts on his most dazzling smile, which was still teeming with madness. "Hey, beautiful," he says. Taking a step forward, he adds, "Heaven must be missing an angel, because I believe that one's standing right in front of me."

Grimm soon burst into an uncontrollable laughter. He leaned against his scythe, and he was gasping for breath. He shook his head whipping a tear from his eye as he still chuckled.
"My god that was... I don't even know what that was. Dear lord humans are the most entertaining," Grimm said chuckling.
He shook his head dismissing his scythe.
"Can we please just be friends? I didn't mean to startle you. I was just drawn by your music," Grimm said.

She barely registered Grimms' words, and she didn't seem to even acknowledge the fact that he now had a weapon. Indeed, it seemed almost impossible to reach her while she was in this state of rage. Most people would have probably either fled in the opposite direction or just resigned themselves to a fight. However, it seemed that some moron that got between her and her target had a different idea. He stood there, smiling at her. She didn't know what it was, but it made her pause long enough to take notice of him. What came out of his mouth next, threw her completely off her psychotic rage.

"Wha-?" She replied to Ethan, before breaking down into a fit of laughter. "Oh god, dude, what the hell was that!" Her previous anger had seemed to have vanished completely as she looked at Ethan. "Dude, that..is the cheesiest, worst pick up line in the history of forever." She managed to string the words together through bouts of laughter.

Grimm took the girls laughing as a sign she was done trying to kill him.
"Can we go turn this place into a smoking crater now," Grimm asked.
He was really growing antsy just standing around. Not to mention the fact he wanted to get his strength back to its prime. So he could get off of the island.

Ethan's brow creases as the woman in front of him begins laughing, shortly after the alien behind him had started. However, he could care less about the alien. All of his attention was focused on the woman laughing at his pick-up attempt, which he thought might have been his best work. "What the hell?" he asks. "You know how long it took me to come up with that line?! Three whole seconds! That's longer than normal, so it should be my best line!"

"Three seconds?" Audio laughed, barely able to speak through her laughter."A monkey could have done better!" She continued through her laughter. She had been hit on a lot, by men and women, and she had hit on a lot of men and women too. She had never once used that line on anyone, and she had only had it used on her once or twice. It was as funny then as it is now, and just as bad. This guy obviously had no idea how to pick up a woman, or to flirt without seeming to be a desperate moron.

"Dude, you have like no idea how to pick up a girl at all, do you? I mean come on, I can do better than that when I'm passed out drunk!" She had never actually been that drunk, of course, but she was pretty sure she could. She managed to calm herself though, and got her laughter under control and she got a good look at the guy who had dared to use such a cheesy pick-up line. She had to admit, he was cute, but he didn't have much else going for him. Still, no harm in a little flirting of her own. She might as well have some fun with the guy. "I'll admit, you're pretty cute for a desperate moron though. What's your name kid?"

"And I'm being ignored.... Damn human cockroaches, wouldn't know superior genetics even if it bit em on the ass," Grimm said walking away, having grown tired of being around the two idiots.
Then again he was tired of everyone ignoring him, to the point he'd developed an aggravated twitch in his eye. The wooden box with the glowing symbols, beginning to splinter in his hand. As his whole body had become rigid in irritation. He walked down the hall pretty much ignoring everyone else, as he searched for the berserk knight. After all this time being alone, he hadn't thought that he'd not grown somewhat used to being ignored. Only to be proven very, very wrong it stung at him leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....~"

A sound that came out initially as a scream, and ending as a moan escaped Krystaals lips as she buzzed the tazer against her chest. As its battery drained into her heart she crushed it in her hand. Her eyes glowed a vibrant blue and her hands crackled with energy. A mad laugh escaped her lips as she ran past everyone else in the armory and out into the prison. She needed more energy, more power. She came to a box containing multiple power switches, and she ripped the hinges off of the door on it. Her fingers held as claws dig into the electrical wiring and rip it from their cords, pressing it into her shoulders. Another scream of pain, and then delight. Scorch marks on her chest and shoulders formed but she didn't feel the pain, all she felt was the ecstasy of power, returning once more.
No more nausea. No more headaches. No more of this damned place clipping her wings. She finally felt the rush of adrenaline scoring through her veins at the concept of freedom. She let her instinct take over gladly, and she ran through the prison, moving with joy and bounding spirits she hadn't felt in forever. More chaos... She ran across a bridge that connected the prisons for the minor inmates and shot her electricity in a supernova fashion, electrocuting the bars, melting them, letting them free.
"I WANT EVERYTHING TO BURN!" She laughed, shakiing at the coursing electricity moving through her veins.