@GarlandDaHero,
@Guess Who,
@AdmrlStalfos19,
@Sunbather,
@Hyyde322,
@Kal-El Lost in the flow of things, Perkeo kept trying to speak up, only to be cut off by an actually important, or just overall sensible suggestion. A such, he opted to keep his mouth shut, but did turn to Homura, a smile on his face.
"But of course! I too, have something important to retrieve. I know the way, thankfully. They stripped me of my belongings and threw me up here right away. We'll find your mask there, Miss. As well as my instrument." he said, turning and following the trail that Vandesdelca was blazing.
Satirra's ability to dig, she would find, was still for the most part repressed, as was Sasha's magic, and the other members of the Solitary Confinement crew would similarly find that, for the most part, their Ether-based abilities were returning, but at an incredibly slow pace. Belladonna's flower petals were the extent of what SHE was capable of, and as such Satirra would feel that she could certainly make a large dent in the floor, but not be able to go through the cobbled stone beneath her claws. As such, joining back up with the others as they walked was likely a good idea. The guard she had kept alive and unconscious wasn't getting up for some time, though lingering would no doubt give more guards a chance to show up.
As the group would progress downward, more guards making their way to the lower floors would get caught up in the whirlwind of armed prisoners that had broken loose, many of the Higher Security prisoners having been let loose and clearing a significant chunk of the guardsmen from that area...albeit at the cost of an alarm being pulled. Sirens wailed as the entire prison was put onto high alert, a radio broadcast suddenly coming in through the stolen devices the group had.
"Attention all Personnel, you are hereby instructed to permit no airship to enter or leave until all prisoners are...Executed. Patrols 16-45 are to put the dock on high alert, and inspect all suspicious persons. The Seventh Floor is a priority for Defense, and as such all personnel stationed above are to report there immediat-" the broadcast was cut short, as sounds of steel cutting and screams echoing filled the airwaves.
"...Worthless." Another, more gruff sounding man said as he spoke over the airwaves.
"This is Warden Derrick. All soldiers: Fight to kill. All Prisoners are considered Expendable. All of them are to be terminated, effective immediately. Fourth Floor is mine. Bring anybody you can't handle here, and I'll handle it."The air seemed to fill with dread as the soldiers that fought back against the prisoners started striking with lethal force. Now that they were getting serious, it would be reckless for such a small group to rush headlong into dozens of guards unarmed. Perkeo, ever a fan of the Pansyfist route, quietly started to move towards a less noisy path down the side-hall, beckoning for the others to follow him. Even Van and Satirra could see that there was little way to just bust through there, and the wall of bodies between them and the guards was quickly diminishing. It would be a long way down to the first floor...especially since the Fourth Floor had only one exit, and only one entrance. And standing there would be the Warden himself. They were currently on the 15th floor, and going further down would give more time to let their Ether-Abilities restore themselves to something closer to full capacity. Of course, those who wanted to didn't have to follow Perkeo at all. Understandable, really.
[Note: I'm not going to make you guys go through each floor, stopping between them. Just be aware that you can storm through as much as you like, but the only floors you're required to stop on are the 7th, and 4th floors.]
@Suku,
@Enkryption Marshall's intimidation was fairly effective on the already panicked researcher, but the other just remained at least calm on the surface. The calmer one winced as the blood from the wounds on his face met the open, choking air of the prison's lab.
"Keep it in your pants, Freak. You might be immortal, but Derrick's in another league. Even then, one of the 13 is here right now. You're not walking out of here. ...Whatever. Get me a radio, and I'll get your death warrant signed." he said.
"...What are you talking about? No Primals exist in this part of Tyragrande." the more composed one said, while Marshall got a radio from a guard.
Using his limbs as best he could, he fumbled a bit to turn the radio on and said:
"S-Sir, this is Sohlt, lab crew. We've been taken hostage by a-""This channel is for military personnel only. Last I checked, you weren't military. And definitely not worth my time." the warden said dismissively, before the sound of screaming could be heard over the radio.
The more...mentally unhinged scientist started wailing.
"WE'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" he cried out, before Sohlt sighed.
"Can you PLEASE kill him already?"
Running was a wise move on Skathi's part, though it did leave the woman somewhat baffled.
"...Does she think she can escape?" she asked herself aloud, before snapping her fingers, the sound of glass breaking echoing through the 7th floor before she said:
"...Seize the erune holding Griever's power. The contract binds, and the beast abides. Thy name is Charybdis..." before a violent bolt of lightning struck the top of the prison tower, the air becoming choked with Water Ether as the storm outside grew worse and worse, a deluge of rain erupting around the Prison Island. The water beneath the tower grew choppier and more turbulent, before those on the lower floors would see the body of a Primal Beast.
It emerged from a whirlpool, a spiral of white and blue on the surface on the water, before the hole that lead to the depths was devoured, replaced by a horrifying mixture of teeth and flesh, eyes and tendril, as Charybdis rose from the depths. It slowly spun as it arose, its full length spanning over 200 feet, its mouth wide enough to swallow an air ship, and its tendrils, all eighteen of them, were as thick as a male Draph. Floating roughly 40 feet above the water, those below could see the long, almost eel-like tail that its body ended in, smooth and covered in a strange frill traveling the vertical span of it. Many unblinking eyes, clouded in a milky white haze slowly turned to the Seventh Floor, two of them breaking through windows and suddenly barring Skathi's path. Blindly, the creature fumbled, slamming its tendrils against the cobblestone floors in an attempt to feel where she was.
Many guards immediately turned tail, fleeing from the Seventh Floor, only for a few of them to run straight into a tendril and be reflexively flung back out of the prison, into the awaiting maw of the Primal Beast looming outside. All those on the upper floors could see it, but those at the bottom would only notice its tail, and how quickly the morale of both sides was up in the air as Charybdis moved. Its sole target was Skathi, and it soon sent more tendrils in through the windows to try and bar her escape. Now, she would have to cut her way out.
@Shizuochan,
@Burst,
@Skyrte "...Worthless. This is Warden Derrick. All soldiers: Fight to kill. All Prisoners are considered Expendable. All of them are to be terminated, effective immediately. Fourth Floor is mine. Bring anybody you can't handle here, and I'll handle it." "...Craaaaaaaap..." the Erune woman said as the announcement was made, before the earsplitting sound of thunder arrived, and with it, an even bigger problem. Literally, figuratively, it was really, really a much bigger problem.
"WHAT!?" she questioned in surprise as she stared in a mix of terror and awe.
"T-That thing...that's not even a monster, right? That's one of those Primal Beasts!" she said, sounding absolutely terrified. Not only was that thing just...waiting outside, it was smack over the runway that airships would need to use to take off. A larger airship wouldn't be able to get enough space to make it off the island without diving helm-first into the saltwater below.
Out of the corner of his eye, Arno would see his pride and joy, the Akula. Having been locked and chained up in the airship dock, it seemed that, judging from the various tools and parts lying around, that someone had done some digging into his machine while he was indisposed. It wasn't trashed however, and he could tell that given an extra set of hands and a few minutes time, he could get it flight ready. The only problem was that standing between them and it were the multitude of guards and prisoners, regaining their will to fight, albeit now much further away from Charybdis.
"Why does something like this ALWAYS happen to me...?" the erune woman said, holding her head in her hands.
"...We're doomed." she said, before the four of them would be made aware of a very small presence...
"...What are you doing?" a very, very infamous Harvin asked, standing a good 20 feet away, a blood-soaked dagger in her hand. Who would stand before them, but Sielma the Butcher, one of the 13 Heads of Zweite.
"Soldier. Why are those two not dead? And why are they in possession of their things?" she asked, her gaze cold and affectionless, deep-set bags under her eyes as she glowered at the four of them with suspicion, already on guard. Her hair was shaped into a tidy bobcat of lavender hair parted by the left, her hair sticking up in the center of her crown and curling to the right. Her skin was pale, unnaturally so, almost a snowy white that made her purple locks stand out even more than they already would.
The erune woman froze entirely, her voice catching in her throat as she trembled, having heard the rumors of Sielma's frequent alchemical and magical experiments, often using orphans and dregs from the streets, as well as personal enemies of her's. Out of all of the 13 to meet, she was undoubtedly one of the ones most lacking in any sort of empathy or compassion, merely giving the four a cold gaze as she walked over.
"I asked you a question." she said, looking to Gilvan. The group would need to think fast to lose her. Fighting was an option, but where one of the 13 reared their heads, guards would surely flock.
