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@Rune not much, but I did make a post responding to you (a bit), and so did Kablamicus. We're getting the gang together...
And yet they use prison labour/torture to power their prison...

To be honest though, launching Fabricant into the sun would be a little harsh. I mean, he basically just wants to infiltrate stuff- it's not his fault if to do that he has to absorb people...
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As the gas masked man tore away from them, Jacob arched an eyebrow in confusion.

‘His…cat. He wants to find his cat. In this prison? I'm...sorry to hear that he's lost it, but I don’t think he’s going to find his cat in here.’ Thane shrugged. ‘Well, as he will. We may as well stick together; we’re much more likely to survive if we work as a team.’ He turned towards the girl. ‘I dearly hope you choose to follow me; if that explosion was your doing, I am very impressed- and somewhat scared, I must admit. You should be of much use.’ He looked at her interestedly. It was strange that the prison authorities hadn’t decided to just remove her vocal chords or ear drums. It’s what he’d have done when faced with such a person.

He threw away his now bent and crumpled strip of metal in disgust. He needed a sword, fast. He could make do with make-shift ones for now, but it was nothing when compared with the weight and balance of a sword. He gritted his teeth, and looked up to the corridor the masked man had run into.
He burst forwards and rushed towards the cat-hunter. He grew faster and faster, his cybernetics boosting him onwards. He checked them all, flicking through his different views- infra-red, night vision, HUD- he grinned. It felt good to be back.

He skid on the floor, ducking underneath a piece of fallen pipework. He bounded forwards, and rolled into a wide, open room. The man from before was standing there, along with another girl. Thane got out of his roll into a defensive stance and called out to her. ‘Good evening. Please, tell me; are you a fellow prisoner? If so, I believe we could work together to escape. If not, then…I am sorry for your family’s loss.’
Grimm, if I were you I'd focus on the soul control. That's a pretty unique idea; you could use people's own life force against them. It could also vary in effectiveness depending on the personality of the person being attacked; a very strong-willed person could be affected more, for example, because they have more 'soul'. Of course, this is just an idea; feel free to do whatever you wish...
I hated Superman too- because he's OP...

And sure, Grimm can have all that stuff- the main problem I have is that he has all of it without what I would consider a major downside...

Well, whatever. Grace approved it, so...
Grimm seems kind of OP...

I mean, he can control souls, make zombies, control shadows (basically doing what Assallya does), is really good with a scythe, and can resurrect people. I kind of feel like he needs more weaknesses than mild nausea to a certain stone when he's within 15 metres of it...

I mean, with that kind of power I'd give him a severe weakness to sunlight and feel like he was on fire whenever he entered within a mile radius of delphite (I assume it's quite rare- if not, then lower the radius accordingly)...I mean, even making it so that he always looks horrific all the time would be a good start...
Bah, more new people. We'll be swamped...
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Jacob was tense. It was nearly time; he could sense it inside him. He was so close now to being a free man again. Then he could make his way back to the top. Power and glory would be his, he knew it. He would force the universe to give it to him, if he had to. And then he would have his revenge.

He would hunt Samuel down and fight him. Then they would see who was the strongest, the most deserving of their respective fates. He would punish him for his betrayal, and for the lives he had ended- the blood he had spilled. Their last fight had been dishonourable, and dishonour could not be tolerated. Jacob would fight Samuel even if it ended in his death. He owed it to his soldiers.

Jacob clenched his fist, and punched the wall a second time. There was a satisfying crunch, and cracks appeared in the wall. He pounded again, and again, and again, getting faster and stronger each time. He raised his fist in preparation of a blow that would shake the walls of his cell when the lights went out. He smiled- this would be the start of his escape, he knew. Then he felt it. A burst of adrenaline surged through his body- something fundamental had changed in the air. His eyes widened in alarm. He had only felt this a few times in his life.

He leaped away from his door and had just enough time to curl up into a ball before all hell broke loose. A huge shockwave of energy blew apart the walls to his cell and sent his door careening into the spot he had occupied mere moments before. He was blasted into the back wall of his cell, barely able to withstand the forces at work. Rubble pounded into him, covering him in dust and ash. Thane stared at the ceiling, stunned. He snapped back to reality and slowly stood up, brushing himself off as he did so. Through the swirling dust he made out a hulking figure, who moved towards the now extremely surprised (and exceptionally unlucky) guards. Thane turned back to his cell, and grinned.

Holding a long metal strip of shrapnel, Jacob rushed into the corridor. He dove into a guard, smashing him against the wall. He punched him in the face, killing him instantly. Rising, he span and shouldered into an advancing guard. He slashed at his stomach and then left him to die by the wall. He ran up to a third guard, and kicked him in the chest- hard. As the guard keeled over in agony, Thane swiped with his metal ribbon. The guards head went sailing over him, and arc of blood following. Thane followed it with his eyes, and then turned towards the last guard. She backed away in terror, pushing herself up against the wall.

‘What did we ever do to you? We were just doing our jobs! No, please, I don’t want to die, not yet. Please…I’m so…I haven’t…even…’ she trailed off. She stared at Jacob’s bloody strip of metal. ‘What did I do wrong,’ she whispered to herself. Jacob crouched down and stabbed the make-shift sword deep into her heart with exact precision. As blood seeped across the floor towards him, Thane leant to the dying guards ear.

‘You didn’t fight well enough.’

Thane stood up and turned to the corridor. He joined the hulking figure from before, who had taken care of the rest of the guards.

‘Well. It seems as if we have an opportunity. Shall we escape, together?’ Thane turned towards the open door. Freedom beckoned.
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