Kate
“Hey. Pull yourself together.” Kate asserted firmly to the boy with brown hair (Jamie), extended a hand from her hair to grab onto the bar of his. “It’s the voices , isn’t it? Been there, done that. Blink twice before you judge what is real and what is isn’t. Find something that make you think about peace. That’s the only way to defeat the voices and escape with your life .” She mentioned this upon the click of the mechanisms under her cage, and with only a subtle, throaty gasp, the blonde female was off to her destination of hell. “Goodbye.” She bid the stranger, never letting go until her joint would almost crack under the pressure and she would sink into the darkness.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

She counted the number of times her heart would beat, pushing along sweet blood in her veins and the numbers of times her past demons would try to whisper in her ears and push her from sanity. She defeated them with one word but couldn’t fight away the edge of what life would be like without her vampire. It pained her.

A wave of light blinded her upon her cage’s entrance of the room, inducing a bout of nausea and the overall appearance of a irked and alert female. Kate part her lips and surveyed the surroundings of the overly large hotel room, similar to many yet different from supernatural to supernatural. This was obviously the room of a necromancer… it’s darkness and the sight of a man holding his staff gave it away. Kate smiled spitefully at the question with the upbeat chuckle, she relaxed in the cage as if it was home, sweet home to her. “Oh, my name? It’s…” Kate thought to herself for a moment….No, these creatures were tripping over the tails if they believed that she was disclosing many personal details to them. To her, they were a blank canvas that she could paint into how she pleased, until she was reunited with what was once hers. “Beatrice. Or Tris, if you may. What might be yours?” She mused, as if she were actually interested., curling her fingers around one bar and tapping.

The room Eugene resided in was an empty one with a few things lying around, the curtains being closed and the lights set to a dim. The lycan in his wolfish form was to be found in the bed room rummaging through the contents of a satchel which he kept turned away from the cameras that had taken a while to spot out. He seemed quiet today, not moving as much as he usually did on a typical day in the hotel. It was obvious he was in deep thought, and what was on his mind was the new humans coming in. Perhaps there is a chance.. It took a second before he went over to the speaker, the device being covered in dust as a result of the neglect the guest gave it. He paused for a second, then pressed the read button to speak into the speaker.

"Good day! Ehm.. I was wondering if I could receive a human please? Preferably a female?" He asked, his judgement taking time to register through before he chose his words. Despite a few pauses to think, the lycan knew he got his message across. There was only one reason he could pull together such a preference towards females, and that was because of an old friend of his.

Rand stared at the creature, or "X" as it called itself, with a lot of precision to try to figure out what it was. Being away from his notes for so long made him forget several details, but he didn't forget much from spending a lot of time in his cell. X started to speak to Rand, putting him off balance. Listening to the creature's words and staring for a bit too long, Rand almost got ensnared but shook his head, looking away. "Sorry, try harder," he muttered. Knowing is half the battle, what is it called again? Rand wondered, rapidly going over creatures in his mind. The image of the creature really narrowed it down, but it could be a strange shapeshifter also, but the attempt to change his emotions removed that possibility. [i]Come on, what is it[/i[ Rand thought, continuing to sift through his mental notes.

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Matrim continued tapping and went even louder as one of the people in the cells starting to seem to yell to himself. What made him stop was the girl who suddenly yelled at him about the tapping. “Sorry,” Matrim shirked back, trying to make himself smaller. He looked over at the boy who was now seeming to yell at nothing. Matrim had no idea what to do to help, he wasn’t doing so well himself. Matrim looked back at the girl who had yelled at him, considering asking her a question. Finally, he asked, “Are we all going to be shot off somewhere? And where are we ending up at?”

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The Manager looked away from his monitor over at the two people at the front of his door. "Ah, hello Sapphire! Good to see you! Oh Elijah, remind me sometime later on something I’ll need fulfilled, but right now-"

A beep at his monitor made the Manager look over. Seeing the request, the Manager sent the last human female Chick to Eugene. Turning back to the two he smiled again. “How may I help you two?”

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Carter stared at the girl in front of him with some amusement for a while as she ranted on like she owned him. “Wow, what a show,” he chuckled. This was funnier than he thought it was going to be. “The thing is, I see you have a small problem. You’re the one in the cage and I have the key.” Carter considered revealing what he truly was at that moment, but decided against it for now. It’d be much better when she wasn’t expecting it. “So, in order to leave that cage you are to become my little helper, or slave since you seem to like that word. The first thing I want from you is a name.”

Edward listened to what to what his prisoner had to say, and then put his hand to his chin and started to look as though he was lost in thought, almost as if actually pondering it as an option. "I could do that, yes. But, last time, it did end up ugly. And then I had to get someone to clean my floor, and it still smelled horrible for about a week after." his tone not suggesting whether what he said to be true or not not. Dutch rolled his eyes, and spoke out, probably a bit to loudly, "Great, another psychopath"

X merely smiled, he hadn't let made a foothold in his mind, but he was close. He considered creating an illusion, however, by the looks of it, the hunter was in thought, probably trying to identity him, giving him more facts to work with wouldn't help at all. He then continued to try to push the false feelings of safety and happiness on to his captor, He also created a soft glow around himself. Humans are a suspicious bunch, and would probably see the light as some good omen or something. "You still haven't told me your name. That is all I ask of you. And then, I will protect you, nothing can harm you while in that cell, nothing. I will not allow anything to hurt you. You are safe. You are happy. There is no cause for alarm or thought. Just relax, relax. Soon, you will find that cage to be a cage no more, and you stall be in paradise.

Jamie

Jamie widened his eyes as he saw a hand go through the creature. It dissipated into nothing, how did she do that? Looking ahead of him, he saw the girl that the hand belonged to. She was trying to comfort him. "Y-yes, the voices. They never leave. Yes, I can do that. Blink twice before I judge what's real and what's not." He said in a low voice, taking in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and when he opened him, the girl was being pulled to whatever place they all went.

"No, wait! Shit!" He yelled, lurching forward. He reached out, trying to grab for her. But she was already gone. Now he was utterly alone, well except for the female and male nearby. But soon, the female left and it was only Jamie and the other male.

Jamie hit his head against the bars continuously, "Keep calm. Think of peace." Peace was him painting. Jamie was trembling now. Peace was-

Jamie stopped trembling. He stopped moving, period. Everything was blank. That is, until a even darker light came to his eyes. He wasn't Jamie no more, he was Rodney.

Devin

"Beatrice? Tris? So, I also assume your divergent too? Here to break the syste? Corupt order of things? " the brunette laughed. "So, Stiff, what's your real name? Just because I may be a necromancer, doesn't mean I don't read. If you'd like, you could call me 'Four' or even 'Peter'. I actually like Peter." He said, standing up once again. He laid his staff down on the couch and walked into the dining room, 'Tris' would still be able to see and hear him, somewhat. "I hope you know why your here," he continued on. "I'm going to use you as a specimen to experiment on. You see, I'm quite the mad scientist." He waved a hand to the dead body on his dining room table. Next to the table there was a box full of animal corpses, he had specifically brought them here for this moment. He had plans to use them, see how she would react to them.

Taking in a deep breath of the wonderful smell of rotting flesh, he moved into a corner. There he had set up various things he could use in a potion or spell, for example, a vampire fang, a tuft of lycan fur, a human eyeball or two, and the list could go on. Bending down, he pulled out a syringe that was filled with something that he, himself had created. Nothing lethal, it wouldn't kill 'Tris' but it would make her.. weak. Her movement's would become lethargic, her body heavy, nothing much. It'd only make it harder for her to escape. With a simple spell, he had made it.

Walking back into the living room, he held the syringe up. "I think you may know what this is. After all, you must have read that book. Now, if you'll ever so kindly extend your hand out of the cage so I could stick it into your vein, I would be a happy necromancer." Devin said in a cheerful tone. His sister behind him chuckled.

"As if she'd do that. You'll have to make her."

Sapphire

The Kuhmio smiled nd rushed inside, leaving the door open for Elijah. "Mr. Manager! I would love to have blood sent up to my room. For whenever I'm not munching on any of the male humans. I can pay upfront if need be." Sapphire said, lifting her purse. She unzipped it quickly and pulled out her wallet. Opening that up, she pulled around two hundred out. "I'd say two hundred would be enough for a month or two?" She asked, her golden eyes practically glowing.

She loved making visits to the Manager, he was always so kind and sweet to her. "Plus, Mr. Manager, I heard there were new humans? It'd be a shame not to ask, is there any boy's left? If so, please do send him up to my suite. I haven't had a playtoy in quite sometime."

Elijah

Walking in afted the nine-tailed fox, Elijah looked straight ahead. Nodding towards his boss when he said to remind him of a job that he needed Elijah to do. Excitement ran through the vampire, oh how he enjoyed the jobs his boss gave him. Torturing was the best one, seeing humans and supernaturals alike scream in pain, it was exhilarating.

His hazel eyes looked over to Sapphire, all her nonsense was becoming quite annoying. She enjoyed flirting with any man, young or old. But, that was known with Kuhmio's and even Succubus. They were the whore's of the supernatural race.

Whenever she was done, Elijah took a step closer. "Yes, boss. I had came to see if you had a job for me to do." For some reason, he had forgotten what he had also came for. But, he merely left it forgotten.

Leotamer said
Edward listened to what to what his prisoner had to say, and then put his hand to his chin and started to look as though he was lost in thought, almost as if actually pondering it as an option. "I could do that, yes. But, last time, it did end up ugly. And then I had to get someone to clean my floor, and it still smelled horrible for about a week after." his tone not suggesting whether what he said to be true or not not. Dutch rolled his eyes, and spoke out, probably a bit to loudly, "Great, another psychopath"

Blue robes, brown hair, and blue eyes, Broby hated every last bit of this guys wardrobe. And of course there was that dog in the corner. A golden retriever, possibly the best dog to have at this moment. "OK, one: there is no way in Hell my blood would be on your floor unless it was voluntarily spilled by me for your fetish or whatever is about to go down. Two: I am NOT a psychopath, dog person. I've been tested to be completely sane as long as people like him don't push me over the age. Three: What the Hell is this room even? I have never actually been inside the suites and I'm surprised that it looks actually comfortable in here." Broby's eyes examined the whole room. Tan walls and a wide screen TV with a bathroom door on one side of the room and a queen sized bed in the other. What's not to love, right? Well, besides being a captive to some weirdo in a robe.

In a different room would lay Broby's sword, and within that sword (more specifically, in the emerald on the hilt) was a demon that impatiently waits for it's owner. This demon is named Terrance, and Terrance's annoyingly shrill voice filled the room. "What is taking the boy so long!? I can't handle sitting in place this long, it's getting tiresome!" The armory where Terrance's sword body was in was lined from wall to wall with different kinds of weapons and defensive gear. Swords and guns? Yep. Crossbows and spears? Probably not, but if so then yep. Riot shields and bullet-proof vests? Yep. Everything that the guards can use to suit up and protect with. But this was of no interest to Terrance, who only cared about getting out of the armory and continuing his and Broby's mission to kill The Manager.

Kate

“What are you talking about? I’m the one and only Tris.” Kate’s eyebrows rose, flicking away her hand as if she could flick away the necromancer with a wave of air. To her he was speaking another language. She spent the last…5 years of her life in the hotel, on the outside where they had almost died and back here after 3 years of…straight darkness. There was no way of keeping up with modern society. “Peter. Or for…. Wait, for what? What are you even for? What is this Divergent matter? It makes me think of clothes cleaner. You already appear to be a ‘happy’ necromancer mixed with several levels of crazy but I’ve seen and felt some things.” She points to him. “I believe doing that will cause your happy meter to explode and would further irk me.” She frowned, haunted with the sweet memory of only being to handle one specific person in the world who would be able to be annoying without the side effect of Kate’s irritation. “How did this first go again? That whole ‘not running’ ordeal so you’ll give me something to make it impossible? I’m not the worlds largest fool and I’m not going to lie, I’m tired , we’ve been widdled away to skin and bones. If you actually want a human who is squeamish towards dismembered body parts and squirms, you might as well get a refund on this cage and ask for a human who isn’t a veteran of this mess.” Her eyes were deserted of any emotion, her fingers would tap faster on the cage bar as if the Necromancer were wasting her time. “When the first question they ask is ‘Where am I?’, ‘Please let me go!’, desperately, you’ve found your human,”

Ivan watched intently as the cage was brought into his room. He licked his lips once and tilted his head a little to look at the young woman in the cage. In an instant, he disappeared from the spot a few feet away from the cage, then reappeared right in front of the cage. He flashed the young woman a toothy smile, showing her his extended canines, but frowned when he focused on her eye. He let out a sigh and opened the cage, walking slowly back to the spot he was at before the cage arrived.

"Of course they would send me the defect. Come, out you go, human. Do not make me get in there. You won't like it if I do."

Of all the new humans that came in, The Manager just had to send the defected one. Typical. It was bad enough he was the "outcast" of the staff, but it would have been somewhat nice to at least get a fully functional human. Then again, other than the bad eye, she wasn't half bad. Ivan turned around slowly and stared at the young woman. "Well? Are you coming or not? There is a lot to be done around here, and quite frankly, I am hungry."

Rand shook his head, still keeping away eye contact. The creature was good at pushing its feelings and influences at him but fortunately Rand was prepped at these kind of mental attacks. The hunter instead pushed himself to know all the dangers and remember all the terrible things that have happened to his fellow hunters and how he’s never safe around supernatural. “Look, trying to influence me into safety will just push me into the opposite. And seriously, why would I even think of this cage as a paradise? I mean it doesn’t smell but boy I can hardly do push-ups in this thing. And for a name you can call me He Who Must Not Be Named,” he said, still rifling through his mental notes. Rand glanced at the being again, noticing the light around X now. “You…” Light, is that a clue? A mistake? Or something to lead me away from what he is? Rand wondered. Come on, I’m so close. I need something else to confirm!

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The Manager nodded and took the two hundred from Sapphire. “That’ll probably cover for three actually,” he said, putting the money away. “And as for the human…” The Manager looked back over at his monitor and viewed over the prisoners. “You’re in luck, I’ve still got two boys left. They’ve really gone fast today, hopefully I’ll have some more soon,” he said smiling. “I’ll have one be there by the time you go back to your suite, and some of the blood you ordered.

The Manager looked back at Elijah and nodded. “Right, I need you to go down to the basement for ‘treatment’ on one of our guests down there. You should know the code for access and just tell the guard there that you’re there for prisoner 18. He’s been quite obnoxious lately so I think giving him some of your variety can shut him up.”

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Matrim looked over at the boy who was trying to calm down but then suddenly stopped as if he just shut down. Matrim waited for several moments before shouting, “Hey, you OK?” Matrim waved to get the boy’s attention but suddenly his cage fired straight up. Matrim flinched and held onto the bars. After several minutes, he was deposited into a fancy suite. Matrim shook, but didn’t see anyone yet. Looking over at the door Matrim started kicking on it, hoping that it could possibly open up.

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Carter chuckled again. This would be very fun breaking her. “Actually, I know I can boss you around Freya,” he retorted. “And I still really don’t understand how you’re calling me your slave while you’re the one in the cage. For all I care you can rot in there until you die.” Carter turned away from Freya and walked over to the kitchen, whistling a small tune and grabbing the key to Freya’s cage. “So, in order for me to release I want you to refer to me as Master Carter, and you better say it nicely.”

X smiled, and decided maybe the poor boy was right. Maybe he should push him the other way, down the path of paranoia and fear. He was already half way there, so that should be much easier. "Yes, you are right. That cage isn't paradise, it is hell. This whole hotel is hell, or is even the hotel. Maybe it worst. Everything is a sign, but everything is also a red herring, and false. You much pay attention to every light detail, while also knowing that every little detail could be a lie, and in fact, most of the details are lie, maybe they are all lies, or maybe they are the true and you think them to be lies, or the other way around and you think them to be true but in fact they are lies. Let me think of the ways I could torture you and possibly killing you, I could devour you whole." he paused, as he used his ability over illusions to turn into a werewolf. "Or possibly suck you dry, and maybe even turn you, then give you a weapon should you do the honorable thing and kill yourself, " he said, doing the same thing, but taking the form of a vampire. "Prehaps, you will be my toy, and when I get done with you, I will throw you away, "this time shifting his appearance to that of a siren. "Or I just might need you as a new host. " he continued, taking the closet appearance of a demon as he could. He then turned invisible, backed up and had all the figures appear in front of him, then fade as he came back into sight. "So many options, so little humans." he said, through out the whole show he keep pushing the emotions of fear, anxiety, confusion, and paranoia.

Edward just sat there, watching. He knew that not speaking would be a lot worst than saying anything he could image. Dutch, on the other hand, couldn't help himself, "I can clearly see you are the paragon of mental health." he said, then walking to the far corner of the room and curling up.

Devin

Devin just rolled his eyes. "Psh, nonsense. The book has been out for many years. Anyways, Stiff, where would have you gotten 'Beatrice' from. Please, if you ever do get out, not that you will, go to your local Wal-Mart and buy the damn book. Your irritating me." The necromancer walked over to the cage and kicked it. He absolutely hated the humans that talk back, but they were most fun to break. He would have to ask the Manager if he could have her body once she died, it would bring him joy forcing her soul back into her rotting corpse.

Devin crouched down in front of the metal cage. He pursed his lips, "Technically, we did not meet that way. I only asked of your name. I'm not the world's stupidest necromancer, I know enough about humans to know that they are stubborn creatures. This," he held up the syringe, "Is only for precaution." He paused once again. "Tired? You don't know tired. I was a slave, to humans. They had me working on the fields at the age of six. I worked all day. You don't know tired. I was whipped, quite often. I was harmed by humans. Now, I can only repay the favor.

"Limbs? You think I'll just show you a limb?" He laughed. "I am most certainly sure you will become squeamish once you have a decomposed rat nibbling away at your flesh. Or even a dead wolf, tearing your intestines from your body? Actually, I have done that to someone. A hunter, I'm sure he is a friend of yours." The necromancer stood, he then walked back over to the dining room. He sat the syringe on the table and bent over to pick up the box of dead animals. He carried it back over and sat it down in front of the cage. He too sat down.

"Let's see, who shall start nibbling at your flesh first? Remember, if you don't want this, you will have to let inject you with the serum." Devin grinned, his grin as wide as a skeleton. The brunette reached down and picked up a rat. First it was limp in his hand, then it began squeaking and moving around once he brought it back. Setting it down, he looked Kate straight in the eye and smiled.

Leotamer said Edward just sat there, watching. He knew that not speaking would be a lot worst than saying anything he could image. Dutch, on the other hand, couldn't help himself, "I can clearly see you are the paragon of mental health".he said, then walking to the far corner of the room and curling up.

"Am I actually getting shit from a talking dog? OK, that's it. I'm done." Carefully, Brobyreached his hands out from the cage and grabbed hold of the carpet, propelling himself toward Edward and taking a handful of his robe. "Let me out of this cage now. I have more important things to do than get insulted by a dog and given the silent treatment by a dress-wearing supernatural being."

The small girl flinched when he appeared in front of her so suddenly. His teeth... A vampire?
Hungry? Yun-Hee cringed slightly. What exactly was this man going to do with her? She took a hesitant step out, her feet feeling the texture of the flooring, and it felt quite nice. Soon, the girl was out of the cage, she stood awkwardly rubbing her arms and staring.
Her right hand pushed her bangs forward so that it could cover her right eye, it appeared to bother the man and she didn't want to face the consequences if he constantly stared at it. She bowed her head down and stared at her feet. "I'm sorry..." She murmured, her voice rather quiet compared to his.

During her stay here, she should at least be polite. Her behavior towards the man could mean life or death, and she definitely did not want to screw up.

Standing next to the manager as his personal bodyguard just as a bloodwolf had a long time ago, looking just as serious as ever was the powerful Demonic dragonborn Samuel Hellrin. For three years he had been serving the manager, it felt a little strange to be serving a vampire but then again, it was better then Vlad who had tormented Samuel on a few occasion. At least the manager was good boss who respected what Samuel did for the hotel. Samuel had his eyes closed before he open them and looked at the manager "Boss, is it possible to reserve a female human or if it a first come first serve kind of deal" he asked him in a respectable tone.

Derek: Cage

A young man with brown hair sat in his cage as bored as ever as he played with his fingers and coat he wore. He looked up as he heard all the cages moving around and sighed as he looked around to see if there was anything he could do to pass the time but shook his head and just sat there in silence as he waited to see what fate awaited him in this horrible hotel.

Mike: Room
Mike was searching his room for Delilah, now that she was 9 years old. Mike had been finding it a bit harder to look after her. Danni had gone missing and Mike had been trying to take care of his daughter on his own while he tried to find Danni. He had found himself back at the hotel where Danni scent was so he had gotten a room for him and Delilah while he got himself ready to face the manager once more.

Crap, this sudden change of attack put Rand off guard as the emotions he supported were suddenly influenced heavily. The hunter shook, closing his eyes. Rand started focusing instead on what X was. Illusions, those are important. What being with wings can do illusions and influence emotions? How am I supposed to know? Why should I care? Everyone wants to kill me. All those creatures, every single one of them. Stop, that's him. Stop, Rand thought, having an internal battle against himself. Finally, Rand stopped and turned to all the figures, glaring. "I name you beast. Cherubim. I haven't seen one as manipulative as you are." The hunter smirked but was still shaking slightly yet he did his best to hide it. His internal self was still pushing against all the emotions X was trying to manipulate him with. "Try. Harder. You asked for a challenge didn't you?"

X circled around the boy's cage, creating an illusion that followed in his step as he walked, until five of him were walking in circles around the cage. "Congrations", which they all made the motions to say, though only one actually made sound. "You have figured out who we are. Now, allow me to ask the big question: What now." he put a lot of his power behind those words to push him forth towards paranoia, he could see he already made a foothold in his mind.

Edward was slightly surprised by his prisoner action, but simply teleported to the back of the room where the boy couldn't reach no matter now much he swigged. As the cage returned to its normal position, Edward used his magic to alter the chain into a solid metal pole, so that it would suck where it was at. "If you try that again, I might just let you get out that cage, after I remove your arms and legs."

Kate
As the bottom of Devin’s shoe shook the whole cage, the ‘stiff’ edged away from the insane necromancer…and his undead rat friend beginning to start his next meal. “Oh really? A slave to humans? I WAS a slave to supernatural. They’re tiring. Irritating. Wanting.” Kate snapped, her eyes running thick with anger and without a trace of mercy as she directed the phrase at him with her sharp tongue. A pang of humor felt odd at the time being but the echos of the memories of her annoying vampire made the female huff as she tried to laugh under a time of such pressure. Give it up, Kate. He’ll find you soon enough… if he is trying to induce drowsiness, perhaps it is a gift compared to living every waking moment, until he finds you. He always has. With a newfound light in the blonde’s eyes from the thought, Kate switched her weight onto both knees and virtually yanked the serum from Devin, injecting the serum into her own veins outside of the cage.

“Have it your way.” She said calmly, eyes hard and without a shred of fear or mercy in them as her hazel eyes loomed on the necromancer. I can’t let myself sink to the times before I met Nixon. I’m much too far along to be the same person who first entered this hotel. I …. Refuse to be a fool.

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Delilah

Floor 11: Hunting Areas.

A wail came out from the endless forest. Well… It all looks endless when you’re 9 years of age and on the borderline of less snotty noses and preteenager hood. Yet you’re still that little kid who craved protection of someone else. Now was the age you demanded how you wanted everything and everybody to your standards before your final personality would click in with the years. In short, you could be the devil’s child and an angel’s jealousy at the same time. You’re still a little too short and naïve to spot the helpful, red ‘EXIT’ signs scattered throughout the indoor forest without your bloodwolf father and kitsune mother.

Delilah’s whole body jolted at each shadow of the trees, whose branches would sway and be pushed downwards by a swish of wind. Why did these tree-arms try to reach for her? The innocent child would’ve never did anything to harm a fly! The mixed supernatural’s mouth dropped open as the tree-arms touched her golden curly hair, her elongated fangs would cut tiny holes on the inside of her lips. They might have touched her pretty pink dress but my! A lady’s hair was the last straw. The frail girl covered her ears with tiny, porcelain colored hands and screamed, “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!” At last, the tree-arms had revealed the rather large exit to the forest.

Floor 5: Manager’s office

The little girl stomped out, right unto the manager’s office , rolling her bottom lip down into a pout before she unleashed her fury with a thunder of punches to the manager’s thigh. “MR. MAAAAAANAGER! I demand that tree-arm be cut down! I suggest you listen because you do NOT want to be on the bad side of my Daddy!” The girl said with a flow of sass and a snap of her fingers, belting out in expression of pride for her father.

Leotamer said Edward was slightly surprised by his prisoner's action, but simply teleported to the back of the room where the boy couldn't reach no matter now much he swigged. As the cage returned to its normal position, Edward used his magic to alter the chain into a solid metal pool, so that it would be stuck where it was at. "If you try that again, I might just let you get out that cage, after I remove your arms and legs."

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