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Hades, gliding on a cloud of darkness, settles onto the mare's back. There will be no undignified clambering for the God of the Underworld. He loops his arms firmly around her neck, holding with all his godly strength. As he readies himself, tendrils of black mist loop around Alpha's belly, anchoring Hades far more securely than any of the others to make an attempt.

"Shall we begin?"
Hades walked slowly up to the mare, examining her. His aura of fear had no effect on her; he had to admit he was impressed. Upon noticing the marks of the beatings, he snorted in disgust.

"Brutes. To beat such a creature..."

His voice was cold and imperious, but his expression was at odds with the tone - interest, even admiration.

"I will make you a deal. I will break your chains and, for once, partake in the sport my bretheren so enjoy. If you can throw me, I will take you from here that you might not receive such treatment, but if I win, you must serve me. Do you accept?"

A hand is raised, and black mist coils around the shackles, ready to burst them apart.
Hades was bored. This was often the case when surrounded by his fellow gods, as they tended to be rather loud and brash while he favoured a calmer demeanour.

The God of the Underworld sat on a throne of polished obsidian, which contrasted rather well with his pallid complexion. His ornate robes were in dark shades of purple and blue, while solid black eyes observed his boisterous relatives. Slender fingers drummed on the arm of the throne as he waited for today's party - a rodeo - to begin.
Here's the thread.
Facility 3 Staff Block
0800

Professor Lothaire von Wiitelsbach was excited. He didn't let it show, but he was. Today marked the resuming of the tests on the subjects, and during the hiatus Dr. Swift had managed to perfect - or so he thought - an antimutagen that just might suppress or even erase the powers of the young aberrants. If it worked, it would signal a massive leap in their understanding of the mutations.

Striding out of his rooms, impeccably dressed as always, he headed for the staff cafeteria where he found Professor Magnus eating his breakfast

"Good morning, Francis."

"Lothaire."

The man glanced up from his food to give his boss a nod.

"If I may, do you think it wise to carry out such a risky test? If it doesn't work..."

"Francis, I have every confidence in Dr. Swift's expertise. We will proceed as planned."

"...sir."

The two finished their breakfast in silence and headed for the briefing room.
Facility 3 Cellblock
0900

An alarm sounds, and all the mutants are roused. Through the intercom comes the voice of Lothaire von Wittelsbach:

For this morning only, the canteen is not open. This is because we are conducting experiments today. You will follow your designated paths to your respective benches and lie on them. You will submit to the scientists. That is all.

Jakob Schwarz

Upon exiting your cell, you find yourself in a thick plexiglass tube leading towards the testing area. Red tape runs along the floor four meters from its sides, a safe distance. Upon reaching the area, you find yourself in a plexiglass bubble. A padded metal bench with thick metal cuffs and an even thicker chestplate is set in the centre, and two scientists stand by it. Outside the bubble, past the red line, stand four soldiers with guns trained on a slit in the plexiglass, ready to gun you down.

Rainee Marcus

The vest you're forced to wear is heavy. This is because it's packed with heat sensors. If they register anything getting too hot, they'll trigger a poweful electric shock that, while not lethal, will certainly cause some damage as it knocks you out. Trying to take it off will also trigger the vest. Two guards in fireproof suits follow you with batons plated in the same ceramic they use to shield space shuttles from the heat of re-entry. Your bench has no padding - it's too combustible. Instead, it's solid metal. Automated fire extinguishers surround it.

Cade Marcus

You have a vest like your sister's, but the sensors are for humidity. The guards with you are wearing divers' tanks of air and carry high-powered tasers. The bench you're strapped to is surrounded by tanks of liquid nitrogen.

Lucas

Due to your uncooperative nature, you're dragged along by a thick, strong chain attached to a rail in the floor. The other end is linked to the metal collar of your muzzle. There's no bench at all for you - instead, two cuffs in the floor and two in the wall, for your hands and feet. The guards motion pointedly with their guns.

Michaela

Your blindfold is metal, locked to your head, as is your gag. Two guards grip you, one on each arm, and drag you to a bench where you are tied down.

Kimber

Since you were captured, you've been kept immobile inside a padded metal box - a coffin, almost - except for during tests. The rest of the time, electrodes stimulate your muscles and nothing at all stimulates your mind. Suddenly, the box is moved, and you're transferred oh so gently to a bench, where once again you're made immobile with countless straps and buckles.

Daniella

Lights. Bright, glaring lights, stripping away all the shadows. Nothing you could use to make one, either - no duvet, no loose chairs, not so much as a plate. This pattern repeats itself as you're dragged to a bench surrounded with glaring floodlights and strapped down.
Go ahead and post your reactions, and then we'll begin. Try and make it a nice long post, just to introduce your character.
Yes indeed.

I will have the first IC post up shortly; in the meantime, could you all please post your characters in the OOC here?
Xionist said
Will you be requiring any changes to any characters, GrandDM?


No. They all seem fine as they are.
I know that. I mean "sustain" as in "he can alleviate his needs using his powers, but it still drains him and he'll have to eat/sleep/etc. eventually to recuperate". I'm not saying "he doesn't need to breathe at all", or anything like that.
I adopted this from Ontos, so my GMing may be a little scatterbrained for a while. Bear with me, please.
I'll take over GMing. I have some ideas.

Nosferatu will no longer be a captive. He'll have a different role to play.
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