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Nonono, it's no problem, haha. I was just commenting on it.

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If we ever want to escape, we need more than our powers. We need a plan. A map so we know where we are going and other stuff.

The note was briefly displayed in scribbled penmanship, but it was good enough for Payne to read quickly enough. A map...and a plan? The plans he had came up with was mediocre at best, seeing as not everyone was as decent with stealth. Another plan was for him to consume a guard, take on their appearance, and escort everyone out, but that would be way too inconspicuous. He would need more brains to help spitball a plan around, even if it was via paper, but a map...a map he could do.

Payne crossed his legs, leaning back in the cold metal chair and stapling his fingers together. In the shadows of the corner, only his lower face was visible. He spoke quickly and quietly, restricting the biomass in his throat so that his three-dimensional voice was nothing more than a shushed whisper. The audio detection in the camera, he had learned from mentally being inside of it, focused on you once your voice reached a certain octave of volume, so therefore he made it so that his voice stayed just below that specified octave, to keep himself from being heard by the people watching the cameras.

It was at that moment that another boy, this one African American in descent, and wearing the usual orange jumpsuit. David was frightened, and hid the paper behind his back in an incredibly noticeable way, but Payne ignored it in favor of leaning forward again and raising his hand to his mouth, as if he was about to cough. Hopefully the camera didn't pick up the new boy's question.

"A map...I can do. But a plan? We should figure that out after I create the map. My plans are...usually very violent and could fail if one person messes up." Payne said, his voice forced to be extra raspy due to the biomass constricting his vocal chords. He glanced over at Riley and gave him a barely-noticeable nod. Alex, the one-armed war veteran entered shortly after, and Payne gave him a glance before turning back to Riley and David.

"Do not display your powers. Act as inconspicuous as possible. We need this camera muted."
DaDrummer676 said
Name: Cyrus GreenAlias/Nickname: SurgeAge: 21Appearance: Cyrus is an insanely tall young adult. Standing at 6'5," he towers over most. Although he is tall, he is very wiry and lean. He looks like he doesn't eat much, but in fact, because of his power, he eats an immense amount of food. His eyes are a vibrant green, which is ironic, because of his last name. His shortish black hair is untamable and sits on top of his head in a messy style. His face is long, but his stubble seems to make it look normal. A scar runs from under his left ear, to an inch away from his chin, following his jawline. On his left shoulder, tribal tattoos coil around his bicep. On his right forearm there is a tattoo of the words, "Fear is simply an excuse to give up."Personality: Cyrus is a quiet and calculating young adult. He is very intelligent and observant. Green is a very calm kind of person, rarely raising his voice or becoming angry. Surprisingly, he fights as a last resort, and even then he may be a bit reluctant. Sure, he learned how to box as a kid, but that was just his hobby. Cyrus is a plan-maker, and his tactics and strategies rarely show flaws. Green doesn't talk much, but when he does he makes sure that what he says is relevant. He has a hard exterior, strong enough to hide his true personality. He internalizes his feelings, and sometimes has a hard time expressing them. Cyrus is a really nice guy at heart, but I mean, no one is perfect right?Biography: Cyrus Green was born into a poor family who could barely afford to eat. Cyrus's mom contracted a deadly illness. This made his family poorer, because of the lack of another paycheck, and the need to pay for medication. Green suffered greatly, practically starving because of his high metabolism. He never got enough food. His social life was a disaster. He had to deal with his personality issues and physical issues. Nobody wanted to be his friend because he practically looked like a skeleton. Cyrus could barely talk to people, let alone date women. Green's love life was a disaster, he didn't have the looks nor personality to gain the attention of any girls he was attracted to. The only thing he excelled in was academics, he was a brilliant student. Alas, soon his grades began to drop, much like his self-esteem. Then finally, he snapped. Green was sick of being hungry, sick of being ignored, sick of everything. Cyrus joined a gang soon after his epiphany. Soon he was on the fast track to becoming a drunk, addict, and fugitive. I forgot to mention that at that time Green had realized that he wasn't human, and that he possessed an amazing power. Cyrus had been using his ability to steal, mostly food, but other luxuries. His father became suspicious of him, wondering where he was getting all his money from. He was arrested partly because he was a Super-Human, and partly because of his crime. Cyrus was known around town as the most dangerous guy around, so most people were wary of him. To be honest, he was framed, and the police were onto him instantly. He saw that it was pointless to fight, it would just lead him into more trouble. But, I digress. So one day, Cyrus was casually walking down the street, around midnight. This wasn't uncommon for him, patrolling his territory. Up ahead he heard a commotion, and then two gunshots. Green ran towards the sound, and got there just in time to see a dead body drop to the ground. A bullet had lodged itself in the poor man's skull and stomach. The attacker was no where to be seen. If only Cyrus hadn't taken the time to properly close the man's eyes, seeing as he had died with them wide open. Someone nearby had heard the shots, and called the police. They were on him in seconds. To them all the evidence was clear. A Super had killed a man, the gun was even nearby. He was taken away immediately. Cyrus thrived in this prison though. He became stronger physically, without the help of his powers, and basically spent all his time studying. There was one guard who was kind enough to lend Green some books whenever he got some, Cyrus never complained. Confidence was another thing that Cyrus gained. He's not cocky or big-headed, just sure of his abilities and weaknesses. Skills: - Cyrus learned how to box when he was a teenager. He has a lot of experience in hand to hand combat. Cyrus is particularly good at bobbing and weaving, his agile is astounding for a guy his size.- Green's intelligence and IQ is off the charts.- Cyrus has a knack for picking locks and bypassing security systems, and he also knows how to hot-wire cars. He learned this during the time he spent on the streets, fending for himself.Powers: Cyrus has a unique power, and some of it is still unexplained. First of all, Green has a super high metabolism, which is why he is so wiry. Second, when he eats, he absorbs some kind of energy from the nutrients in the food. Cyrus can then use this energy in two ways. The first way boosts his physical attributes. His speed, strength, agility, stamina, and durability. The second way he can use this energy is far more dangerous and complicated. Cyrus can take the energy he absorbs from his food, and expel it from his body in concussive blasts, waves, or orbs. His power is quite easy to predict though. This is because when he prepares to release the energy, the body part he wishes to expel it from glows a ghostly white. It is unknown what the energy is made of, but the devastation it creates is astounding. Because of his power, Cyrus always has food on his person, may it be a power bar, fruit, candy, etc. Other: None


Yes, you're accepted. Payne and Cyrus's powers are relatively similar, by the way. Though Cyrus eats to gain energy for attacks, while Payne kills and 'consumes' his enemies for the same reason.

Should be interesting.
Payne slowly scratched his cheek at the question shifting forward slightly when the boy finished. He couldn't talk much until the camera was safely muted and hacked, or at the very least muted. He wanted to use his powers as well. To glide, dash, run, fight, crush...it was all fun. He wanted the freedom of being released, wild and free, into Metropolis. He wanted to drop police officers from sky-scrapers, and tear into those annoying advertisement blimps. However...for now, freedom was the near future, not the current present.

"We will talk more when the others get here." Payne said, just in time. The small amount of biomass he had stored into the security camera flattened, and then disappeared with a red haze that drifted from the camera, which started to rotate and zoom in once activated once more. Payne gave the younger boy a small look, before slowly sitting back, resting his hand-cuffed hands behind his head.

"We just have to wait patiently." He whispered, quietly enough for the camera to not catch him.
Payne momentarily looked up at what seemed to be a gasp of shock, and his grin turned into it's usual calm smirk. He could understand why the younger male as surprised. He had guessed that every other superhuman had understood that the technology the bracelets were made of were relatively new, and that they were basically the first test subjects. It was sort of a longshot to understand, though, so he could see how others may not know. Turning his gaze back to the boy, just in time to here his question, Payne nodded, shifting the biomass from his hands and back into his over-all body, causing his orange-jumpsuit to momentarily shift into a mass of lethal tentacles and spikes before they solidified and became his regular prison outfit.

"Yes," he began, eyes glancing over to the solid steel door before he stared at David once more, "The bracelets...they are prototypes. Over time, it deteriorates, and allows a sliver of your power seep in." Payne leaned back in his seat, black veins tensing in his wrists as he used his superhuman strength to attempt to break the bracelet. After a second of it only budging and cracking slightly from the pure force, he sighed and mentally took control of the sliver of biomass that he had slithered into the camera. It would have to do until someone with hacking skills entered.
Awesome.

I assume that Alex Mercer would be suitable for this plot? He's one of my favorite Multiverse characters.
Payne looked up from where he was sitting, hunched over, and gave the boy, David, who came through the door a small smirk, revealing longer-than-average canines. He didn't know much of the boy. Actually, he didn't know anything about him. Just his name, because of the spying he could do by allowing a piece of biomass to slither through the vents and cracks. Utilizing this tactic, he probably could have broken out of the cell a long time ago, but he wouldn't have made it that far anyway.

"Yes, I am Payne. You're David." The man stated, more then asked. His voice was echo-ey and distorted, as if multiple people were all speaking at once. Demonic, if you gave it an actual name. "Don't worry...the camera is deactivated." Payne stood up straighter as he said so, absent-mindedly clenching his hands into wicked crimson blades, only for the bracelet to shift them back down. He did notice how much weaker it had gotten. Another fanged grin formed on his face.
You two are...accepted! Well, Larfleeze, you are. Drummer, write your bio and you're good to go.

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The cell was filled with red fog...

Payne lied against the dirty stone wall, blank white eyes unfocused and simply staring into space. The dull orange prison jumpsuit he wore, now more of a burnt red, shifted slightly as the Super-Human stirred quietly, shifting his body to the side in a seemingly inconspicuous way. The cameras, however, couldn't pick up the slight smirk his now-hidden face sported, nor could it pick up the sound of flesh tearing. Payne stared down at his arm, mentally inspecting how his arm shifted from it's 'clothed' form, and into a gory mass of muscular black biomass, with gruesomely clawed hands and crimson-red spikes jutting out at random intervals. The bracelet pulsed once, but Payne ignored the slight pain as if it wasn't there. The transformation only lasted a second, as Payne silently shifted his form back into it's orange prison sleeve, just in time for him to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps.

'That's right...it's Sunday, isn't it?'

Payne smoothly stood up, his muscles tensing and cracking as he finally moved his legs the first time in 24 hours. His clothing, nothing more then shaped biomass, rippled slightly in roving black spikes before solidifying and becoming the realistic orange-jumpsuit from before. Luckily, the process was too fast for the cameras themselves to catch, as most transformations only took a second or two, at the most.

"Prisoner...you have been chosen for the Sunday Community Room, as we must abide by our law and allow people, even abominations like you, to have a full day of exercise." The guard growled out, as if reading from a script, as he walked towards the cell. Gray gasmask, MSP uniform armor, stun gun and pistol. Nothing serious. Payne was confident that he could take him out, but there were cameras. He wouldn't make it too far. MSP Reinforcement Officers would be on him like ants. He wouldn't risk it.

Silently walking forward, Payne allowed the guard to quietly lead him through a series of halls, passing by different prisoners and officers/guards before they finally made it to the large community room. It was really, really large, with a table filled with healthy food, an exercise area not too far away from that, a few port-a-potties, and a common area, with computers. He had never been there before, as he often exercised in his own cell, so all of this luxury surprised him. Why so much?

"We will be bringing the other prisoners soon. Do not try anything." The same guard growled, pushing Payne into the room - or at least attempting to. Payne went with the shrug, giving the guard an evil look that would most likely stay with him forever. Hearing the door shut behind him, Payne gave a glance up at the hidden camera, only one, before silently scanning the room. There was only one camera from what he could see, and he had excellent vision.

Walking further into the room, Payne sat down in a chair in the corner, and simply plotted. As he did so, a sliver of pulsing black biomass swiftly sludged from his neck, silently climbing from his neck and up the wall, before slithering right into the camera. The camera was silently disabled, and no one, except him, knew the difference.
MSP Officers went to every cell that was designated to have a day in the Community Room, to complete their job of escorting the super criminals. You may RP that oart out, or simply skip to them arriving to the community room.
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