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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr]  Interrogation Room A1
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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	Oli was honestly shocked that the dart hit him, but that shock quickly faded as it was replaced with unconsciousness. The next thing he knew, he was dressed terribly and kinky at the same time, though he wasn't partial to collars the glowed and blinked. His hands immediately went to it, but his brain was fast enough to realize exactly why he wouldn't be able to phase it off of him. If his powers were still working, he'd be somewhere near the molten center of the earth right now. Exhaling, he flicked at it, annoyed, before taking in his surroundings to try to come up with the start of a plan.

	That is, he was about to do that, if not for the killer headrush he got not a few moments after. As fast as he could think, he had a rush of, [i]awful[/i] new memories, the blood of countless, well not countless but almost two dozen, people who fell to his hands, not for protection of some greater cause, but for the [i]fun[/i] of it. That, and Niah had been [i]helping him get away with it[/i], which was sweet of her but also mildly concerning. His eyes darted over to Niah, and then back to his own hands. He couldn't remember what he had done with his 20's now, only this noir past that dripped with blood. Clearing his throat, he tried to see if he could reach the computer desk in front of them at all, but it was to no avail, he continued to say, "[color=7d16c7]People were fine, or at least alive, before we were knocked out. If they wanted us dead, we'd be it, so I can only assume the rest of our team, the injured included, are as okay as we are right now.[/color]" He speculated hopefully.