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@CollectorOfMyst Actually, I take back what I said. Every role seems more or less even right about now.
@CollectorOfMyst We definitely have a lot of Lizards. I believe Pixies and Goblins are the least abundant right now, followed by Slimes; I'm not really sure how many Wisps we have running around right now.
Choosing not to respond to the comment about trusting the cops, Jeremy opted just to give his name. “Uh, Jeremy. Nice to meet you.” Taking a seat on the table across the aisle from Ryan and the others he began to eat his meal.
He jumped when someone suddenly brought their tray down on the table next to him with a clack and took a seat. Jeremy turned to find himself seated next to a dark haired man with glasses, a few years older than himself by the looks of him; he didn’t exactly look like the hardened criminal type but for some reason he was giving a withering look to everyone around him.
Well, he wasn’t going to make many friends with that kind of attitude. In fact if he kept talking to people like that he might find his time here coming to an abrupt end even before the month was over. Although, that being said, maybe things wouldn’t come to that; he couldn’t help but noticed that things seemed a lot more… subdued here compared to his last prison. Maybe that had something to do with all the heavily armed guards or maybe if had something to do with those ‘experiments’ this place did. Whatever the reason it didn’t do much to help the bad feeling he had about this place.
And there he goes again. Jeremy seriously considered just getting up and leaving as the guy next to him started mouthing off at another group of people, interrupting a conversation they were having. Regardless of what kind of atmosphere this place had he was beginning to get the feeling that it wasn’t going to be smart to let himself be associated with this guy.
More than that, all this talk about why they were here was beginning to wear on his nerves and having some asshole shouting up a storm next to him wasn’t helping. “Will you shut up? There’s no need to shout loud enough for everyone to hear you.”
Turning his head to take in all of the people who were now staring at him, Jeremy finally lost his patience and began to say out loud something that had been bothering him all last night and on the journey here as well. “We were pulled out of prison for this right? We’re all death row or life timers aren’t we? That means we have one thing in common; we’re expendable.”
Jeremy turned to the other table, the one with Ryan and the others. “You guys have been here for a while right? So let me ask you a question. We’re here for science experiments right? That’s what the file said that I had to sign to come here. Well what the hell do a bunch of inmates know about science? I’m not gonna be any help in a lab, wearing a white coat and mixing beakers. So there’s only one reason I can think of for us being here. We’re lab rats.”
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[xXShadlesXx]: Yeah, since you mention it, has anyone else noticed that this new group is a little… unique?
[xXShadlesXx]: We have a mad doctor, a guy who tried to steal a nuke and a mob boss
[xXShadlesXx]: The drink driver is the only normal guy there
He jumped when someone suddenly brought their tray down on the table next to him with a clack and took a seat. Jeremy turned to find himself seated next to a dark haired man with glasses, a few years older than himself by the looks of him; he didn’t exactly look like the hardened criminal type but for some reason he was giving a withering look to everyone around him.
Well, he wasn’t going to make many friends with that kind of attitude. In fact if he kept talking to people like that he might find his time here coming to an abrupt end even before the month was over. Although, that being said, maybe things wouldn’t come to that; he couldn’t help but noticed that things seemed a lot more… subdued here compared to his last prison. Maybe that had something to do with all the heavily armed guards or maybe if had something to do with those ‘experiments’ this place did. Whatever the reason it didn’t do much to help the bad feeling he had about this place.
And there he goes again. Jeremy seriously considered just getting up and leaving as the guy next to him started mouthing off at another group of people, interrupting a conversation they were having. Regardless of what kind of atmosphere this place had he was beginning to get the feeling that it wasn’t going to be smart to let himself be associated with this guy.
More than that, all this talk about why they were here was beginning to wear on his nerves and having some asshole shouting up a storm next to him wasn’t helping. “Will you shut up? There’s no need to shout loud enough for everyone to hear you.”
Turning his head to take in all of the people who were now staring at him, Jeremy finally lost his patience and began to say out loud something that had been bothering him all last night and on the journey here as well. “We were pulled out of prison for this right? We’re all death row or life timers aren’t we? That means we have one thing in common; we’re expendable.”
Jeremy turned to the other table, the one with Ryan and the others. “You guys have been here for a while right? So let me ask you a question. We’re here for science experiments right? That’s what the file said that I had to sign to come here. Well what the hell do a bunch of inmates know about science? I’m not gonna be any help in a lab, wearing a white coat and mixing beakers. So there’s only one reason I can think of for us being here. We’re lab rats.”
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[xXShadlesXx]: Yeah, since you mention it, has anyone else noticed that this new group is a little… unique?
[xXShadlesXx]: We have a mad doctor, a guy who tried to steal a nuke and a mob boss
[xXShadlesXx]: The drink driver is the only normal guy there
The pre-flight checks were mostly complete when someone finally responded to his communication; he was just giving the rockets a test fire when he heard it. Ren didn’t particularly care one way or another if anyone decided to join him on this mission, a little help carrying to load wouldn’t go amiss but he didn’t want to have to split the glory too much. Unfortunately this message wasn’t anything to do with that, instead it was just some rookie trying to convince him to join the other hunt. Ren could only shake his head as he listened to the panic in their voice.
Well, if this other pilot wanted to help make this hunt seem more deadly and dangerous than it was they were welcome to. “I’m not here to have fun kid. You just worry about your own hunt and I’ll worry about mine.”
Ren eased off of the rockets as he ended their test firing. Everything seemed to be in order and he was ready to go; he double checked the map to confirm his course and placed his helmet on his head, locking it in place to create an airtight seal with his suit. “This is Red Imperial, launching now.”
Well, if this other pilot wanted to help make this hunt seem more deadly and dangerous than it was they were welcome to. “I’m not here to have fun kid. You just worry about your own hunt and I’ll worry about mine.”
Ren eased off of the rockets as he ended their test firing. Everything seemed to be in order and he was ready to go; he double checked the map to confirm his course and placed his helmet on his head, locking it in place to create an airtight seal with his suit. “This is Red Imperial, launching now.”
After only a few uses of Minor Heal Jacob could feel the pain in his head subside and at the same time a ringing noise that he hadn’t even noticed was there disappeared. With a sigh of relief he let his arms fall to his sides, glad that he could now think straight again. Unfortunately it was unclear if his efforts had made any difference at all or if the migraine had simply been short lived; whatever the case, the experience was enough to deter him from trying anything like that again for the time being.
"Y'alright, Pixieboi?"
Looking up, Jacob could see the head of a Goblin sticking out of the crevice above. “Yeah… I’m okay.” Picking himself up, Jacob took a moment to make sure that this was actually the case; he still felt a little lightheaded and his stomach wasn’t entirely settled, but the pain at least seemed to be completely gone. Reaching out to the cluster of crystals beside him he broke off another small piece and absorbed it to restore the mana he had used and then broke off a few more pieces to take with him, leaving a rather diminished looking crystal behind.
Flapping his wings Jacob ascended back to the crevice and stepped inside. Once there he found both Digbie and Mourningstar alongside a new arrival, a lizard, who presumably was a friend given how nobody seemed to be trying to kill each other? Catching the tail end of the Wisp’s speech, Jacob went over to the wall of the crevice and slid down into a seated position at its base. At the mention of introductions, Jacob realised he had forgotten to give his name before.
“Oh, you can call me… Oberon… I guess. If we’re using fake names.”
Mourningstar seemed to be trying to do something with the body of another Wisp on the ground, probably the one she had been fighting earlier. After a few moments of staring she then began to try and do… something with mana. Jacob watched closely, trying to figure out what exactly the Wisp was trying to do; was it some kind of spell he hadn’t seen before? Somehow he didn’t think it was. Up until now he had only seen Wisps fire small magical bolts at things, so he was kind of curious to see what, if anything, else they could do.
“Hey, what are you trying to do?”
@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@CriticalHit@Zeroth
"Y'alright, Pixieboi?"
Looking up, Jacob could see the head of a Goblin sticking out of the crevice above. “Yeah… I’m okay.” Picking himself up, Jacob took a moment to make sure that this was actually the case; he still felt a little lightheaded and his stomach wasn’t entirely settled, but the pain at least seemed to be completely gone. Reaching out to the cluster of crystals beside him he broke off another small piece and absorbed it to restore the mana he had used and then broke off a few more pieces to take with him, leaving a rather diminished looking crystal behind.
You have used a Mana Crystal. MP is fully restored.
3 Mana Crystals have been added to your Inventory.
Flapping his wings Jacob ascended back to the crevice and stepped inside. Once there he found both Digbie and Mourningstar alongside a new arrival, a lizard, who presumably was a friend given how nobody seemed to be trying to kill each other? Catching the tail end of the Wisp’s speech, Jacob went over to the wall of the crevice and slid down into a seated position at its base. At the mention of introductions, Jacob realised he had forgotten to give his name before.
“Oh, you can call me… Oberon… I guess. If we’re using fake names.”
Mourningstar seemed to be trying to do something with the body of another Wisp on the ground, probably the one she had been fighting earlier. After a few moments of staring she then began to try and do… something with mana. Jacob watched closely, trying to figure out what exactly the Wisp was trying to do; was it some kind of spell he hadn’t seen before? Somehow he didn’t think it was. Up until now he had only seen Wisps fire small magical bolts at things, so he was kind of curious to see what, if anything, else they could do.
“Hey, what are you trying to do?”
@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@CriticalHit@Zeroth
What the hell was this place? It sure didn’t look like any laboratory he had ever heard of, not that he had ever seen one in real life, and in fact it just felt like another prison to him. A really bad prison. Sure, the accommodations were a lot nicer, but that didn’t change the fact that they were going to be locked in a cell each night, that they still had guards and they were more kitted out than the ones at his old prison, or the fact that he hadn’t seen a single window to the outside since he was brought here.
Jeremy was not a smart man. He wouldn’t be in prison if he was a smart man. But he knew when his instincts were telling him something was wrong and something was very wrong with this situation.
Whatever, it was okay. Just treat it like another prison yard and he would be out of here in no time; 30 days, that was all, just keep his head down and wait the month out. Just follow the rules, don’t talk to anyone, there’s no need to make friends when you were only going to be here a short time. Just keep your head down.
Or at least, that was the plan.
“Huh?” Someone grabbed Jeremy’s attention as he was walking past with his tray and without thinking his stopped and looked in their direction. At the table next to him were a motley assortment of people; a tall bald white guy, a dapper looking Asian guy and an attractive Latino woman. “Lie about what? I’m pretty sure cops can lie. Maybe not about everything, but they must be able to lie sometimes, right?”
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[xXShadlesXx]: I'm seeing a lot of new names in these documents
[xXShadlesXx]: They must have brought a new batch of people in
[xXShadlesXx]: I wonder how long these guys'll last?
Jeremy was not a smart man. He wouldn’t be in prison if he was a smart man. But he knew when his instincts were telling him something was wrong and something was very wrong with this situation.
Whatever, it was okay. Just treat it like another prison yard and he would be out of here in no time; 30 days, that was all, just keep his head down and wait the month out. Just follow the rules, don’t talk to anyone, there’s no need to make friends when you were only going to be here a short time. Just keep your head down.
Or at least, that was the plan.
“Huh?” Someone grabbed Jeremy’s attention as he was walking past with his tray and without thinking his stopped and looked in their direction. At the table next to him were a motley assortment of people; a tall bald white guy, a dapper looking Asian guy and an attractive Latino woman. “Lie about what? I’m pretty sure cops can lie. Maybe not about everything, but they must be able to lie sometimes, right?”
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[xXShadlesXx]: I'm seeing a lot of new names in these documents
[xXShadlesXx]: They must have brought a new batch of people in
[xXShadlesXx]: I wonder how long these guys'll last?
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GHMHRSO ACTIVIST
[USERNAME]: xXShadlesXx
D-CLASS PERSONNEL SHEET
[NAME]: Jeremy Hammond
[AGE]: 24
[SEX]: Male
[REASON FOR IMPRISONMENT]: Multiple Vehicular Manslaughter
[STRENGTHS]: Young and physically fit
[WEAKNESSES]: History of substance abuse (alcohol)
[APPEARANCE]: A Caucasian male with a toned physique, short brown hair and brown eyes. Has an aquiline nose and prominent cheek bones. Keeps himself clean shaven.
[DAYS UNTIL RELEASE]: 30
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GHMHRSO ACTIVIST
[USERNAME]: xXShadlesXx
[NAME]: Jeremy Hammond
[AGE]: 24
[SEX]: Male
[REASON FOR IMPRISONMENT]: Multiple Vehicular Manslaughter
[STRENGTHS]: Young and physically fit
[WEAKNESSES]: History of substance abuse (alcohol)
[APPEARANCE]: A Caucasian male with a toned physique, short brown hair and brown eyes. Has an aquiline nose and prominent cheek bones. Keeps himself clean shaven.
[DAYS UNTIL RELEASE]: 30
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GHMHRSO ACTIVIST
[USERNAME]: xXShadlesXx
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