Fantasy The Cabin (Mutant-esque Rp) (Currently Accepting)

[MittyMittens]

Just in case you guys need the code to do the sticky note and I'm not online. I'll put it here. Just remove the B to make it work


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[MittyMittens]

(Sorry for the confusion and what not, see the OOC for more details of what happened and why the rp is now here)


Tessa wakes up with a start, looking around wide-eyed as she had no idea where she was nor any idea where she had been. She sits up and gets out of her bed with a slight groan at moving too fast. The sedative they had used had given her a killer headache but for the time being she had no idea it was from that. "Ugh... what did I drink too much and black out? Did I completely forget how I got here... I don't even remember anything before here..." She thinks to herself as she lets her hands run over certain things in the room. She reaches the closet and opens the doors, finding a decent amount of clothing hanging up. She wasn't sure if it belonged to her previously or not, but at least it was in her style. She looked down at what she was wearing as she had no memory of what she had on. She shrugs off the jacket and tosses it over onto the bed, noticing a wooden chest on the opposite side from where she got up. She makes her way over to it, spotting a sticky note attached to the top. (A note everyone will have, what it says can vary if you wish, if you need the code for the sticky note, just PM me)

Welcome to The Cabin. In this box below are a few of your things, the closet has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock

She frowns a bit after reading the note. "That's not very reassuring. And who is this "We" " She reaches down to open the chest noticing a metal bracelet that was fit snugly around her wrist. She tries to push it off with no luck, giving up for the time being and opens the chest. She notices her record player, a few records, and her iPod. She let out a small sigh of relief, at least she had her music. She pulls out the iPod and gingerly closes the chest, deciding to explore the rest of this place apparently referred to as The Cabin.


She steps out of her room, closing the door behind her noticing her name "Tessa Gabor" was on a nice shiny plaque on the outside of it. "There must be others here if they took the time to label rooms" She heads downstairs to the kitchen, not having the desire to seek out anyone just yet, not sure if they were hostile or not; and by the sounds of the note it seemed as if they all were possibly mutants. She was curious as to how many others were here though, and kept glancing over her shoulder for anyone who may be possibly attempting a sneak attack. She opens the fridge, glad food wasn't a concern here. Though according to the note whoever had placed her here didn't seem willing to let her leave so if this was a prison of sorts, it was definitely nicer than anything she could remember, or at least thought she could remember which was hardly anything. She looks over at the counter seeing a speaker sitting in the far corner. She grabs a hold of it and hooks her iPod to it, putting it on shuffle to





It was annoying how familiar yet how unable she was to place any of the words in her mind, but her hips swayed slightly to it nonetheless. But hopefully, it would draw people to her rather than if she had to go searching for them, therefore she could meet them on her terms and possibly find out if they knew why they were here. She opens the cabinets rummaging through them finding they were full of mostly the usual kitchen items. She stands on her tippy toes to reach the cabinet over the fridge finding it was stocked with a few bottles of various alcohol. She stares at the bottles for some time, it triggering some feeling she couldn't quite place. She started to reach up for one of the bottles before changing her mind and closes the cabinet door instead.
She makes her way over to the pantry, rummaging through it before opening a package of beef jerky and grabbing herself a piece. She stares at it for a moment before shaking her head. If they wanted her dead they would have done it by now rather than going through the time of poisoning the food. She tears off a bit, chewing on it as she walked across the kitchen and into the living room. She grabs the remote off the coffee table and turns on the TV, flipping through the channels before coming to the conclusion that they had no cable. "No doubt they want us to have no communication to the outside world... would be nice if I at least knew where I was..." She mumbles under her breath as she opens a cabinet and flips through some of the movies that were located there, making note of any that were of interest. She closes it before making her way to the windows and glass doors that seemed to make up half the room. She takes another bite of her jerky looking out to see if she could see where anyone would be able to be looking in. She narrows her eyes as she realizes something and glances around the room suspiciously as there were probably hidden cameras located throughout the house. Fine, she'd play their little game for now, until she could figure out more about this place and who she was dealing with.

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"Subject one has awoken and made her way to the kitchen. So far no signs of ability using and no interaction with the others as of yet."


"Perfect. Let the experiment begin"


"Sir is this really necessary? Can't we just say we did all this and be done with it, kill them off or whatever plans are to be had with them"


"Of course not. We need documentation, proof of protocol and video. It's a group of young adults with not so perfect backgrounds, things are bound to go wrong and if not, we'll make them go wrong"


@BrownBear


@divyansh


@Abyss


@Meowfyre


@Riley


@Semblance


@wedredding

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[Abyss]

(Electronics are not cooperating, I'm not too happy with this, but I guess it's something. PS: trying out present tense for the first time, might switch to past tense.)


He'd slept soundly-- if not better than anytime he could recall-- but as he begins to gain consciousness he's startled awake by a sudden, and strong sense of urgency. Opening his eyes the young man hisses at the flood of sudden pain and bright light, he squints; holding a hand to his face and blocking out the light until his eyes adjust. When his vision is cleared he's met with unfamiliar surroundings, he's struck by a pang of unease: should he know this place? Try as he might he can't seem to remember how he's gotten here or even, where he's come from, but something deep down--instinct probably-- tells him something is terribly wrong.


The first thing he notices about the room is the far wall: it's almost entirely made of glass and lets in a brilliant amount of light. The room itself is designed in an open concept fashion and is quite large with a somewhat naturalistic theme that gives him the feeling it's somehow meant to be reassuring.The regular walls of the room are painted in creamy neutral colors that contrast with the dark wooden floors and ceilings and there are two large stone fireplaces: the closest is slightly smaller and built from grey colored stone that fits neatly against the wall, the fire burns rapidly from behind a metal screen. The second and farthest fireplace is much bigger that the first and built from an almost golden rock that appears to have been organized in a slightly more chaotic fashion, the fire here burns openly and flickers in a way that makes it seem content. And in front of the this fireplace is a small pool that seems quite inviting. Curious and moving slowly, the young man sits up, puts his feet on the ground and starts making his way around the room: looking, touching and smelling everything he can reach, all the while trying to get an idea of where he is. He finds some clothing and other items that share his scent and takes inventory of what he assumes are his possessions, putting all objects small enough to fit in his pockets and tucking the rest out of sight where no one else can find them. When he enters the bathroom to continue his search a small, yellow square seemingly attached to far corner of the mirror catches his attention. Plucking it off he realizes it's a sticky note:

Welcome to The Cabin. You'll find your things have already been moved to your bedroom and bathroom, the closet also has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock

Well, that solves nothing. He's unimpressed with the crypticness of the message: he'd been hoping for something a little more direct, but he takes the note and folds it in his pocket for later anyways. If he's lucky maybe there's someone that can make more sense out of it than he can– that is if there are other people here. But the thought of being alone in 'The Cabin', or whatever this place is, is a lot more disturbing than he cares to admit so he shakes it off instead and heads to the door. Reaching a partially gloved hand out, he notices a metallic grey bracelet just above his wrist. He freezes. But that isn't what's stopped him from grabbing the handle; if he tries to open it and it's locked... No, he refuses to finish the thought and forcefully pushes it down. The door opens.


Stepping outside the room for the first time the young man peers up and down a hallway unsure of where to head next. For a moment everything is silent and worries that he might actually be alone, but then the sound of music drifts to him from one end of the hall and he lets out a sound of relief. That should mean people, right? Making up his mind to go investigate the source he begins to proceed in that direction then stops when a flash of silver on the door catches his eye: the name Adrian O'conners is carved into a small metal name tag and all at once he recognizes it as his name and a few things about himself start to come back to him. That's right, I'm a mutant; guess that note makes a little more sense now. Feeling a little more confident Adrian turns back in the direction of the music and sets off at a brisk pace, all senses strained for more signs of life.


Once he's locked onto the sound it's easy enough to track down, even without his powers it's quite loud; as if it was meant to be heard. And within a short time Adrian finds himself peering into what would appear to be a kitchen; walking in he almost grins at the strong overload of meat and other food stuffs that assault his nose, along with a definite people smell. Finally, looks like I'm in the right place. Hopeful, he ignores the growl of his stomach for the time being and follows the scent into the next room--some type of living space--and is rewarded with the sight of someone. He wasn't quite sure what she was doing but she looked kinda busy and he almost regretted that he was about to interrupt... But still I can't just stand here and do nothing.


"Hey, sorry to barge in and all, but is this house yours?"

 

[wedredding]

Niobe's eyes drifted open, and she blinked sleepily. Not enough sheets, she thought to herself, not quite all-awake. The details of the room were still blurry, and Niobe, groggy and cold, hadn't quite realized that her surroundings were not what she'd grown accustomed to seeing. She pulled the large down comforter over her head to try and warm up. Her toes were freezing even more than usual, and without a heated blanket, the duvet soon cooled. Why wasn't the heat working? Niobe wriggled a thin arm out from under the comforter and pressed the call button next to her bedframe.


Wait.


There was no call button. She knitted her eyebrows close together and fumbled onto her elbows, getting a clear look at where she was for the first time. It was most definitely not the hospital. And if it was the hospital, Niobe decided, it was probably some experimental treatment thing. Like something from a tv show? She had watched plenty of television, lots of it medical dramas, and while she had seen weird treatments and "special cases," this room seemed a little over-the-top for a long-term resident.


The room was small, with a peaked ceiling and wooden rafters that looked one bad storm away from crushing her where she slept. The decor had a rustic feel, with aged wooden furniture and wide, square windows. It was worlds away from the clinical white hospital walls and softly-buzzing machinery she was used to. And it was much cozier, too.


Niobe got out of bed. There was a pair of furry slippers on the floor, and she gladly put them on. Feet, less freezing. Next step, the rest of me. A large, oak wardrobe revealed her clothes had been neatly folded or hung up inside. She shrugged off the unfamiliar shift that she'd woken up in and, shivering, put on a pair of moss-green, corduroy trousers and a large knit jumper. Her shoes were in the wardrobe, too, but the slippers stayed. Still cold, Niobe grabbed her comforter and wrapped it around herself.


She had gone to shut the wardrobe door when she saw a small note that she'd failed to notice when she opened the wardrobe.

Welcome to The Cabin. You'll find your things have already been moved to your bedroom and bathroom, the closet also has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock.

Someone's cruel idea of a joke, probably. But still...


"We know what you are," the note had read. Niobe studied it, eyes widening. So this wasn't some new treatment. Had she slipped? Had someone finally realized that her powers weren't just some medical anomaly that could be cured with medication and blood tests? Ugh, the blood tests. Niobe shuddered and rubbed a small scar in the crook of her left elbow, a white smudge born from countless injections and extractions. If they know what I am, what do they want from me? Niobe thought, frowning. Do I just... live here? And they watch me? She hadn't seen any cameras, but the thought had just occurred to her that they must be everywhere. And they had seen her change. Of course.


Hiking the comforter up over her shoulders and drawing it around herself in a huff, Niobe looked around her room for any hint of a camera. They were too well-hidden, she assumed, because she didn't see any. "If you're on the other end somewhere, uh, just give me a place to take my clothes off, please. If you can hear me." She paused. "And if you can see me, please ask before you watch me strip next time." Niobe had been naked in front of countless doctors and specialists before, of course, but somehow this felt more voyeuristic. No response.


"Okay, well, I'm hungry, so..." Niobe trailed off. Giving one last appraising look at the room, she opened her door and turned down the hall. If the note had said "Don't venture too far," there was probably more to this house than a bedroom and bath.


She made it to the end of the hall before she realized there was someone else in the house. Voices, around the corner. One or two? And music. Niobe licked her lips and took a shallow breath, then crept into the next room and silently climbed onto a plush-looking couch, drawing her knees up to her chest. Not a sound.

 

[Riley]

Riley stirred slowly, wanting to roll over and go back to sleep, though it soon became apparent that the relentless pounding in her skull wasn't about to let that happen. She groaned, lifting too heavy arms to rub gritty, aching eyes. She took a long moment to get her eyes open, an even longer one to get her uncooperative eyes to focus. She blinked rapidly and shook her head to clear the cobwebs, a mistake she immediately regretted. She goraned, "What the hell..." She winced again, her throat sore, her voice sounded raw even to her own ears. She tried hard to remember what she'd been doing last night to wake up feeling like this but the only things to come to mind were blurry disjointed images that made no sense to her still drug-fogged brain. In fact, she really didn't remember much of anything at all.


It slowly seeped through to her brain that she didn't recognize her surroundings at all, the room nicer than anything she'd slept in before. She swung her legs off the bed, careful not to jostle her head more than absolutely necessary. She stood, making sure her legs were firmly under her before she took a step, glancing around and taking in all of the unfamiliar surroundings. She wasted no time checking her own pockets, nothing seemed to be missing, though oddly she couldn't remember exactly what all should be there. Her mind was still moving too slow, like swimming through molasses, she couldn't get a grip on her own thoughts and memories.


She bypassed the closet and went straight to the nearest door, discovering a bathroom that was every bit as nice as the bedroom she'd been in. No exit that way. She turned, eyes going toward the large floor-to-ceiling windows. A door leading to a balcony. She walked quickly toward it, almost tripping over her own booted feet, only to find the handle locked and for the life of her she couldn't figure out how to unlatch it. Wonderful. One door left, aside from what she assumed to be a closet. It wasn't until she was turning the knob that she saw the note. She had to read it three times before the words made sense.

Welcome to The Cabin. In this box below are a few of your things, the closet has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock

It wasn't until she'd read it, and finally grasped its meaning, that she noticed the heavy metal bracelet on her wrist. What. The. Hell. She stood very still for a long moment, brain finally starting to click a little faster, the shot of adrenaline at slowly realizing she could very well be captive in this place certainly helped. No matter how nice the room, a prison was still a prison. She leaned against the door, trying to figure out who could have brought her here, and why. Trying to shift her thoughts in that direction was more difficult than it should have been. She was having trouble grasping her own identity and that scared her far more than a sticky note and a weird bracelet. First things first, find out where she was. The who and why could come later.


She put her ear against the door but the solid wood muffled any noise coming from the other side. Slowly she turned the knob, the door opening silently on well-oiled hinges. She listened for a long moment before sliding out into what appeared to be a hallway, glancing at the door as she closed it behind her she saw her own name. Grand. Someone certainly planned this, it hadn't been a spur of the moment kind of thing.

 

[MittyMittens]

Tessa turns away from looking out the windows at hearing a voice interrupt her thoughts. She looks over at the source, looking over him suspiciously, her eyes lingering on several distinguishing features, tattoos, piercings, and lastly the metallic bracelet, it seemed he was in the same situation as she was. She looks back up at his face before simply shaking her head and holds up her arm that had a similar bracelet. "No it's not mine. I don't know how I even got here....I have a feeling the ones who do own this place don't want us to know who they are for whatever reason.... No cable, no sign of a phone, no way of contacting the outside world, just a generic note" Or at least she assumed he had gotten a note as well.


She pushes some hair behind her ear and looks at him again for a moment, thinking something over. If they indeed got the same note, or a similar variety of it perhaps they were all here for a common reason. After a bit of effort she lets just her ears shift into that of a cat's listening for any sounds of anyone but just the two of them. Though her eyes shifted over to a girl who situated herself onto a couch after having crept into the room rather silently, her gaze falling on the bracelet that she too was wearing. She looked away from her briefly at the sound of another door closing and shifts her ears back to their normal human appearance at not hearing much else. "It seems we're not the only two here..."


She frowns before deciding that she'd just out and ask it. "You wouldn't happen to be a mutant too would you?" She asks the man as well as sending a look to the girl on the couch as well, watching them closely for any sign of turning of her for revealing what she was, at least on a basic level, that was unless the man standing in front of her paid attention to her earlier "trick". "I'm Tessa by the way..." It felt odd saying it, as it seemed to be almost the only piece of her that was still in her memory other than her ability. Though she felt she should be more comfortable with it rather than struggling with changing just one characteristic of herself. She remembered her name and her ability so obviously neither were new information to her but it gave her a sense of dread knowing that someone had selectively erased, blocked, or what have you, her memory. She wondered if they had done the same to the others, but she had given enough information about herself away to ask if they remembered anything.


@Abyss


@wedredding


@Riley

 

[Semblance]

A groan escaped her soft pink lips as her eyelids opened to reveal a pair of piercing hazel green orbs. Ava rubbed her temples, blinking rapidly, before sitting up and letting her eyes scan the wooden room that she was in. She didn't recognize anything nor did she remember anything. The first thing she noticed was the cool silver metal band around her wrist, and the cold temperature of the room. She instinctively began to concentrate on her body, willing herself to become warmer. Soon enough, the goosebumps on her skin had faded and she felt warm again in the cool room.


Ava slowly got up and made her way towards one of the two door in the room, hoping that it was unlocked. After she turned the knob to open the wooden door, she was greeted with a bathroom with a toilet, shower, sink, and everything. At least I get to shower, she thought sarcastically to herself. She looked over at the other door and began to slowly make her way towards the exit, letting herself observe everything else in the room. It wasn't until she got closer did she noticed the small yellow sticky note in the center of the door.

Welcome to The Cabin. In this box below are a few of your things, the closet has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock

Her face went pale as her hazel eyes read over the words "we know what you are" over and over again. This had to be a joke. As far as she knew, no one knew about her abilities and she was almost certain that the incident that had occurred when she was 5 had been buried away. She forced herself to take a deep breath as she slowly calmed down from the panic that was starting to overcome her. She angrily ripped the sticky note off of the door and exited the wooden room. As Ava slipped out into the hallway, she heard voices and music coming from one end of the corridor, so she cautiously began to make her way towards the noises. Her piercing gaze was greeted by a large kitchen with three other females and a male.


"Who are you guys?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she examined each and everyone of them. She wondered if they were mutants just like she was but she was never one to trust strangers. It would take a long time before Ava would ever confide in anyone her abilities.

 

[Riley]

Riley'd made it to the end of the hall, standing there a long moment before she even realized she heard music and voices drifting up from down the stairs. She stood there, head half-cocked, but try as she might she couldn't make out any words. With a half shrug she descended the staircase, staying close to the wall so the stairs wouldn't creak, sparing half a though to wish she was barefoot. But then, you never knew when or if you'd have to make a run for it...or kick something.


She paused again at the bottom of the stairs, orienting herself and trying to take in the layout of the house around her. It seemed huge, whoever had brought her here, whoever had brought them here, for she certainly wasn't alone, definitely had the resources to do so without any trouble. Enough money and you could do just about anything you wanted. With a purely internal sigh she decided she may as well get it over with and followed her ears until she found a handful of others.


Standing in the doorway she took in the lot, bracelets glinting on the wrists of everyone present. She figured that meant they were in the same boat she was, or at least, that she was supposed to think that. She listened to them for a long moment, waiting for the answer to the question the brunette asked as Riley stepped into the room.


"That's an excellent question." She stepped closer, joining the others but not coming within arms reach of any of them. "Also...where the hell are we? And why? All of these...excellent questions." She stood with her hands on her hips, very conscious of the reassuring weight of a knife in her boot. Though she wasn't quite sure how she knew what it was, just that it felt familiar and comforting. "One more question...has anyone tried the front door?"

 

[Abyss]

The woman turned away from the window at the sound of his voice and for a moment Adrian felt his throat squeeze from embarrassment; it didn't feel normal for him to just go ahead and shout out things like that, and it wasn't the smartest thing he could have done in that moment, but he was tense and on edge in his confusion and just wanted to get it sorted out as soon as possible. "No it's not mine. I don't know how I even got here....I have a feeling the ones who do own this place don't want us to know who they are for whatever reason.... No cable, no sign of a phone, no way of contacting the outside world, just a generic note"


"Oh." Adrian wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to feel, or what it was he was suppose to say to that; 'Oh, that's great-- sorry for a moment I thought you might have been the type of person that likes to kidnap strangers, erase their memories and then ship them off to... wherever the hell this is, so they could be tortured for fun, or at least be the one to live with the person who does.' On the other hand, it didn't look like the last part would have been an accurate description anyways: they weren't being kept locked up in cages or chained to their beds and there was a considerable lack of chainsaws, scalpels or anything else that might suggest they were in danger of being hacked up for someones twisted fantasy. In all honesty The Cabin looked like it belonged to some kind of millionaire estate, even if it did have a horror movie name; whoever set them up must have had a lot of a cash and a lot of time to afford a place like this. Disturbing, really. How planned out this feels. He shook his head slightly, turning his focus back on the present, You can worry about the how and why later later, for now lets focus on getting out of here. Adrian was poised to ask the woman what she'd found on her note, Adrian's hand already hovering over his pocket about to bring out his own cryptic message when he was struck speechless by the sight of two furry cat ears sprouting from her head. A shape-shifter? He couldn't recall if he'd ever met anyone with the same ability as himself, never the less seen what shifting actually looked like from an outside view. He was tempted to ask more about it and was just about to say something, when just as quick as they came the ears were gone. It wasn't my imagination, couldn't be right? No. I'm positive this isn't some weird drug effect... and I kno--think I'm not crazy, what if I was would I'--"It seems we're not the only two here..."


Forcing his attention back on their surroundings Adrian stilled himself, cancelling his former train of thought and taking a deep breath, filtering out the strong kitchen and living room odors in pursuit of the more subtle human scents. She's right, there are three different scents in the room including my own. He could sense the woman he was talking to and a newer more recent addition belonging to the person on the couch. I'm pretty sure that one's female too, but right now I'm not betting on anything. "You wouldn't happen to be a mutant too would you? I'm Tessa by the way..." He blinked, weighing the possibility of this being a trap. Just be who you are. The cryptic words from the note circled in Adrian's mind as he considered his answer; tell her the truth and willingly expose yourself to a stranger? Or lie like you and risk being found out later? We know what you are. Well, I've already seen 'Tessa' use her power so I know she isn't lying about being a mutant. And besides, it seems our captors are already aware anyways ... so why the hell not?





"My name is Adrian, and I think we might have similar powers Tessa. Your ears, I noticed they changed earlier; like a cats, but I wasn't sure if it was a side effect from whatever they used to knock us out. I can do the same thing, not with any kind of mammal but with reptiles and birds--Here, I'll show you." Walking closer he held his right hand up in front of his body and used the other hand to tug off its leather half-finger glove. Doing it was easy, he had a feeling this animal was always lurking beneath his skin, ready and waiting to surface at any moment; though he also felt a suspicious apprehension that switching back wouldn't be nearly as smooth. Either way he didn't have to wait long before the back of his hand and some of his arm were covered in the dark, diamond-shaped scales of a saltwater crocodile and his nails had transformed to blunt claws. It was odd showing this to another person, but also a huge relief not to worry about hiding it. "Speaking of earlier..." He took the opportunity to reach into one of his pockets, bringing out the yellow sticky-note from before; "I found this on my mirror when I woke up, is it the same as yours?" unfolding the paper he held in out just within easy reach, making sure to keep a decent distance between the rest of himself and Tessa. Just in case.


Before he had a chance to try reversing the transformation he was hit with the sudden scent of a third person and acutely aware of a new presence within the room just seconds before a voice rang out from behind "Who are you guys?" He turned to see another woman standing near the entrance to the room with her eyebrows furrowed as she examined them. I'm Ad--"That's an excellent question." A second woman walked into the room, this one stepping closer. "Also...where the hell are we? And why? All of these...excellent questions." She stood with her hands on her hips. "One more question...has anyone tried the front door?"





"...." Sometimes I wonder, how does our race survive?

 

[BrownBear]

One Hour Earlier


Awakening





Sweaty, raised palms surrendering to the so called justice of heaven. A heaving chest filled with anguish, guilt, and resentment. Pump. Pump. Pump. A heart ready to burst but helpless. Helpless to help friends, half now dead and the other half being taken away... how did it end up this way? Well that question could be answered with a pretty straight forward response (if I remember it when I wake up), but... but why? Why now? On a normal hot day in the city. A normal day.... wait. What was normal? In fact, to who did those familiar faces belong to? He knew they were friends but he could not remember why each individual was a friend to him. He never, ever in his life struck himself as a popular guy let alone a sociable one! Yet here they were in a dark open space.... hands up.... bodies down. On their knees. Blunt weapons being swung toward their heads-


[media]



[/media]

Daydreamin'





The alarm blared out the lyrics to the song... it was curious that this song played on the clock... Lupe never had this single broadcasted.


"Urgh!" The man growled as he shot up from his bed to a defensive sitting position. He had his left arm cocked back but with no target to shoot it at. He breathed hard, his wide and hard chest looked similar to a pufferfish who was having an asthma attack. Eventually he swung his legs over the bed to which his bare feet met the cold wood floor of the impressively modern cabin room. "Hm." Dante grunted as he squinted to the scenery outside. He looked around the room for awhile... wondering if this was some kind of sick joke or not. Why was he in this nice ass room? He wasnt keen to the traditional, woodsy styled home so whoever designed the room must have some nice and sharp decorating tastes. On a chair nearby the tall windows he noticed clothes and watches as well as a couple of small items like his iPod, his pocket knife, a mini flashlight, and headphones. Did he seriously carry a flashlight around? What was he cop?


He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed the tired from his eyes before tip toeing to investigate. He looked through his items, the last being his knife. Flip! "Oh shit." Dante whispered to himself. "Arent switchblades like banned in the country? How did I get a hold of something like this? Que mierda..." Dante quickly tip toed to his personal bathroom and softly opened the faucet. He brought the refreshing water to his face and splashed it around his mouth before spitting out. He grabbed the small towel to his side and rubbed his face until his eye got caught to bright object stuck to the toilet paper roll beside the toilet. He pulled the note, taking a piece of toilet paper with him and read.


Welcome to The Cabin. In this box below are a few of your things, the closet has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock





"This is no dream."


Dante caught a glimpse of a man standing directly behind him as he looked up from the note. He turned around, balled fist and froze. No one was there...


"Shit. I'm going loco." Dante quickly put down the note and quietly began changing into the clothes set for him. He had no clue what was happening but now it was confirmed. They knew more about him than he did about himself! After looking through the closet he confirmed it. They knew the style of room he liked. The fashion he liked to dress. The music he listened to. They had his items... at this point he would not be surprised if his room had mics or cameras. Most likely they were watching him right now, whoever they were. He looked down to his bracelet and frowned, tugging at it slightly. What purpose did this serve? Nasty shock? Psh. No matter.


He'd make a run for it.


Present


Well that didnt work!





"Oh shit!" He woke up with a start, once again squinting at the suns rays, but this time his place of slumber was not as comfortable. Dirt, sticks, and leaves. "Urgh!" He pushed himself to his feet, but immediately fell. He tried once more but he collapsed under his legs again! He felt a tingly sensation throughout his body. Finally his legs stopped wobbling like cooked pasta and he made his journey back to the house. "A beautiful day like this... Never seen so much damn green in my life. Shame my first time camping had to be as a captive." Yes. He considered a pimped out cabin in the woods camping.


He frowned as he walked towards the back entrance of the house. "Shit." He ducked down and moved up to the outdoor patio area. He was right next to the jacuzzi. A jacuzzi.... wait was he really captured? Or just sent on vacation. Anyways he peeked inside and saw them.


Three women. One man. The man looked to be the oldest of the group. Two younger girls. A tall one that stood out. Who looked weaker now. Well one looked awfully pale and sickly... like a lemon flavored Popsicle stick. The other young one was about 5'2" so therefore she met his requirements. Wait what? Why was he profiling them? Like some organized criminal. Huh. Felt natural though. BUT! That tall one looked like she smelled good!!! Either the way the plan was to get out of here alive.... and most likely these people are agents are guards hired by the people. Perhaps they have just arrived and are looking for him, not expecting him to be up so early... or some shit like that.


Whatever.


Desperate times.


"Or she dies!"


Dante busted through the doors and grabbed the nearest chair, throwing it at the group clustered near the jacuzzi. He already has target. He expected the group to follow their instinct and try to avoid the sudden hurled object, thus dispersing.


That done... he sprinted towards the Tessa girl.


He was gaining and planned on putting her in a specific hold, that he had no idea how he knew...


He just hoped no one would interfere

 

[Semblance]

Ava looked curiously as one of the girls' ears turned into cat ears and she watched as the man's skin begin to turn into scales. Her eyes widened with amazement, as this was her first time witnessing any sort of special abilities besides her own. She had gone through her entire life hiding her mutant side, living in fear that anyone would find out, and it seemed like someone had. After all, she assumed that this was the whole reason she was here in the first place. She tried to recall what had happened before she woke up in the Cabin, but her memory was fuzzy, as if someone had blacked out a portion of it. This entire situation made her uneasy and suspicious, even of the other people in this room.


Ava turned her sharp hazel gaze onto the girl who had suggested they try the front door. Seeing as she didn't even know where the front door was, she hadn't even thought about it. "I just woke up with no idea where I am or how I get here, so no, I haven't really had much time to try the front door," she told the girl sharply, immediately regretting her harsh tone. Her head was starting to pound, and she didn't really do well with meeting new people, so sometimes she came off colder than she actually was. Her hazel gaze softened as she looked away, feeling a little guilty.


Suddenly, a man bursted through the back door and threw a chair at them. Ava instinctively focused on the hurling chair, her hazel eyes concentrated on the object. The chair instantly bursted into flames and landed onto the ground before her. The brunette looked up as the man sprinted towards the tall girl and shot her palm out towards the lunging man. A large fireball shot out of her hand and landed on the man's shoulder, quickly sizzling out. She was careful not to set him on fire, but enough for him to feel a burn.

 

[MittyMittens]

Tessa listened as Adrian introduced himself as well telling her of his ability. She was struck with amazement at finding out there was another shape-shifter in the world, though she wouldn't know at this point if she had met one previously or not. But it was kind of cool to have someone share her ability, in some form or another. She watched his hand as it changed from less human to more crocodile and had to force herself not to reach out and touch because she knew if someone had done that to her without warning she'd freak out. "Hah... that's so awesome. I'm just mammals, though I can imitate people too" She looks up from his hand and back up at him as he speaks about the note that she predicted correctly he had gotten also. She still had 50 million questions she wanted to ask him about shifting but she supposed figuring out why they were here was more importance. She looks over the note before nodding. "Basically the same, yes. It'd odd to say the least I won-" She looks away from him as she was interrupted by a couple more people, exactly how many people were staying in this place.


She hesitated answering their questions, having a feeling introducing herself over and over would get old quickly. Though trying the front door would be a good choice, she hadn't gotten to that just yet. She was about to suggest finding everyone else who was stuck in this cabin when the sound of someone bursting in caught her attention. What the hell? She watched as he picked up a chair and quickly side stepped out of what she assumed would be where it would be thrown. She watched as the chair turned into a flying ball of fire and widens her eyes. This was a house made of wood and they now had a far from insignificant fire. But who threw chairs in the first place?


She soon realized the man was running straight towards her, even with the girl's fireball flying towards him she had a feeling that wouldn't stop him. She was very instinctual and knew only pain, fear, and anger would only make one worse. She took a step back. "You touch me and I will bite you!" It was a legitimate threat, especially for her, but she had a feeling that it would also not stop him. She takes another step back before shifting into a bat at the last minute, leaving a pile of clothes where she once stood, flapping up towards the beams to perch upon them, sending a rather angry screech in his direction. She understood it was a rather unappealing situation to be in, stuck in a cabin with no memory of how you got here but there was no need to attack people. She wondered if it was on purpose and this was a test of some sort by those who stuck them here.


A bat was a poor choice as she could barely see anything just sitting around and with a fire underway she couldn't exactly stay up there forever. She flies over into the living room and into a blanket on the back of a couch, shifting back and using the blanket to keep herself covered. She makes her way into the kitchen keeping her eye on the guy who charged her from before, and grabs the fire extinguisher from one of the cabinets she searched through earlier. She uses it to put out the chair fire before aiming it towards Dante. "Look, just relax....I won't hurt you unless you hurt me first"

​

"Subject one and six have just revealed abilities to one another. Subjects three through five have made their presence known to the others.........Our wild card, subject seven has just barged into the cabin, guns blazing so to speak. Subject five has just started a code red in the first floor kitchen...Should I send back up?"


"No, let's see how this plays out....this is what we want, unpredictable, dangerous mutants"


"Subject one has fully demonstrated her ability..... and has now put out the fire....waiting for further interaction"

 

[Xaphael]

Dmitri woke up grogily, pushing the heavy duvet off onto his lap before opening his eyes and stretching his back. He felt sore, and hazy, much like taking just a little bit too much drowsy flu medicine. Rubbing his eyes softly before pushing up to a seated position and looking around the room. "Something, isn't right.." The words were rough and grating, unlike his regular speech. "I've been out for a while." Dmitri kicked the last of the covers off and stood up, a feeling like someone was missing came uneasily into his heart before being replaced with curiosity and rising panic. "Okay, okay. Breathe Dmitri. Everythings fine. What was supper last night?" A moment of blank thoughts, "Okay, don't remember, but its easy, just find out where this is and what you're doing here."


Dmitri took a few slow and deep breaths, then looked around. There was a dresser in front of him, a bedside table to his left. He was in a log-walled room. He walked up to the dresser, taking in its rather plain visage, empty of any personalization. Normal and boring... I'll have to fix that. Dmitri then noticed a small yellow note, hanging loosely off of the edge, and picked it up.

Welcome to The Cabin. In this box below are a few of your things, the closet has some articles of your clothing. Enjoy your stay and just think of it as a bit of a vacation. You do not need to know who we are, all will be revealed in time. Just be yourself, we know what you are. Don't venture too far or else you're in for a nasty shock.

"'We know what you are.' Huh. Well good for you. At least someone knows probably more about me than I do.."


*Crash boom bang from below*


"Wha?" Dmitri froze, focusing on listening for any more signs of chaos and finding none. "Other people here, I wonder.." If any are like me as well.. Dmitri folded up the note and set it back down on the dresser, walking to what he assumed was his closet and opening the sliding door. Bingo. Dmitri grabbed a pair of jeans as well as the belt, a simple grey shirt, some socks, and a black sweater and changed into them, noticing a thin metal band on his wrist instead of a watch (which he used to hide his time-knowing abilities). Dmitri attempted to take it off, but it was made to fit snugly on his wrist. He closed the closet door, took the note from the drawer and shoved it into his pocket before opening the other door. The bathroom was revealed to be as simple, normal, and boring as the drawer and room as a whole. A sink installed in the counter, a stand-up shower with curtains to keep water from spraying everywhere, and a toilet sitting against the wall.


Completely bored and deciding that a change of scenery was necessary, Dmitri walked out of his room, closing the door behind him and seeing a name-plate on the door, 'Dimitri Krushnick' it said. "Ah they got it all wrong! There is no 'I' in between the 'D' and 'M', and there is no 'K' at the end of Krushnic!" Shaking his head with a slight frown at the errors, Dmitri left, walking towards the stairs down, and seeing a few more doors with the plates, though Dmitri didn't stop to look at them. Another hallway down and voices rang out. Dmitri followed them to a room, one with the leftover smell of smoke, a girl wrapped in a blanket, and tension so thick a knife wouldn't be enough to cut through it.


So he did the sensible thing, and drew attention to himself.


"Good morning bunch of random strangers I don't think I know.. How are you all?"

 

[Riley]

One corner of Riley's lips quirked up into a smile at the girls snarky reply to her question. That's ok, it had been a bit of a snarky question. "Then I'm gonna take that to mean no one else has tried the door either." She flashed a full smile to show no hard feelings, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she opened her mouth to say something. Before she could get a word out, the door flew open like the Kool-Aid man coming through the wall, only with less flying debris. Of course the man's next move took care of that as he picked up a chair and hurtled it for no reason she could fathom. Before she could do anything but take a step back the chair had burst into flame. She nodded slightly to herself, taking several more steps back to remove herself from the ruckus. She muttered to herself, "Yup, I'm out." She turned on a booted heel and went straight to the door the man, slipping through while everyone else seemed distracted by the commotion. "Have fun in the redneck version of Rose Red." She muttered, not allowing herself to feel bad for just walking out. She didn't owe a bunch of strangers anything. With only a small hesitation, she headed toward the treeline.

 

[Abyss]

The door flew open from across the room and what Adrian briefly expected to be yet another kidnapped mutant looking to introduce themselves quickly turned into something far more dangerous; a man, in what seemed a calculated move rushed through the space between himself and the group, grabbing a nearby chair and launching it in their direction. The chair burst into fire mid-air and Adrian felt himself briefly captivated by the sight until from the back of his mind he felt a foreign, but also somewhat familiar presence surface with a sudden wave of pressure in the back of his mind: danger/move/escape, the presence urged him into motion with something that wasn't quite formed into words but rather expressed in a tangle of emotions and primitive urges. Adrian ducked and ran, shielding his head from any rocketing embers and his putting as much distance between himself and the hurtling fireball as he could in the mere moments before it crashed into the ground. Dude not cool. Not cool. Even out of harms way Adrians heart was beating rapidly and he felt the presence in the back of his mind grow stronger as he caught a glance of the man who'd thrown the chair running towards Tessa threat/attack/remove he was almost forced to give in and let instinct take over when she shifted into a bat and retreated to the safety of the rafters. She disappeared for a moment before returning in a blanket with a fire extinguisher and putting out the flames, angling the nozzle towards her would be attacker once the fire had been dealt with. With no one else in harms way and Adrian out of the crossfire the presence in his mind receded until it only hovered on the edges of his mind.


In the aftermath of the chaos the tension in the air was almost palpable: everyone in the room waiting for someone to make the next move. Frozen in place and out in the open Adrians reassurance this would end well for them was waning by the second and he nearly jumped when someone finally broke the silence.


Welcome to the madhouse.

 

[BrownBear]

Suddenly, a man bursted through the back door and threw a chair at them. Ava instinctively focused on the hurling chair, her hazel eyes concentrated on the object. The chair instantly bursted into flames and landed onto the ground before her. The brunette looked up as the man sprinted towards the tall girl and shot her palm out towards the lunging man. A large fireball shot out of her hand and landed on the man's shoulder, quickly sizzling out. She was careful not to set him on fire, but enough for him to feel a burn.

She was about to suggest finding everyone else who was stuck in this cabin when the sound of someone bursting in caught her attention. What the hell? She watched as he picked up a chair and quickly side stepped out of what she assumed would be where it would be thrown. She watched as the chair turned into a flying ball of fire and widens her eyes. This was a house made of wood and they now had a far from insignificant fire. But who threw chairs in the first place?
She soon realized the man was running straight towards her, even with the girl's fireball flying towards him she had a feeling that wouldn't stop him. She was very instinctual and knew only pain, fear, and anger would only make one worse. She took a step back. "You touch me and I will bite you!" It was a legitimate threat, especially for her, but she had a feeling that it would also not stop him. She takes another step back before shifting into a bat at the last minute, leaving a pile of clothes where she once stood, flapping up towards the beams to perch upon them, sending a rather angry screech in his direction. She understood it was a rather unappealing situation to be in, stuck in a cabin with no memory of how you got here but there was no need to attack people. She wondered if it was on purpose and this was a test of some sort by those who stuck them here.


A bat was a poor choice as she could barely see anything just sitting around and with a fire underway she couldn't exactly stay up there forever. She flies over into the living room and into a blanket on the back of a couch, shifting back and using the blanket to keep herself covered. She makes her way into the kitchen keeping her eye on the guy who charged her from before, and grabs the fire extinguisher from one of the cabinets she searched through earlier. She uses it to put out the chair fire before aiming it towards Dante. "Look, just relax....I won't hurt you unless you hurt me first"

Another hallway down and voices rang out. Dmitri followed them to a room, one with the leftover smell of smoke, a girl wrapped in a blanket, and tension so thick a knife wouldn't be enough to cut through it.
So he did the sensible thing, and drew attention to himself.


"Good morning bunch of random strangers I don't think I know.. How are you all?"

She muttered to herself, "Yup, I'm out." She turned on a booted heel and went straight to the door the man, slipping through while everyone else seemed distracted by the commotion. "Have fun in the redneck version of Rose Red." She muttered, not allowing herself to feel bad for just walking out. She didn't owe a bunch of strangers anything. With only a small hesitation, she headed toward the treeline.

The door flew open from across the room and what Adrian briefly expected to be yet another kidnapped mutant looking to introduce themselves quickly turned into something far more dangerous; a man, in what seemed a calculated move rushed through the space between himself and the group, grabbing a nearby chair and launching it in their direction. The chair burst into fire mid-air and Adrian felt himself briefly captivated by the sight until from the back of his mind he felt a foreign, but also somewhat familiar presence surface with a sudden wave of pressure in the back of his mind: danger/move/escape, the presence urged him into motion with something that wasn't quite formed into words but rather expressed in a tangle of emotions and primitive urges. Adrian ducked and ran, shielding his head from any rocketing embers and his putting as much distance between himself and the hurtling fireball as he could in the mere moments before it crashed into the ground. Dude not cool. Not cool. Even out of harms way Adrians heart was beating rapidly and he felt the presence in the back of his mind grow stronger as he caught a glance of the man who'd thrown the chair running towards Tessa threat/attack/remove he was almost forced to give in and let instinct take over when she shifted into a bat and retreated to the safety of the rafters. She disappeared for a moment before returning in a blanket with a fire extinguisher and putting out the flames, angling the nozzle towards her would be attacker once the fire had been dealt with. With no one else in harms way and Adrian out of the crossfire the presence in his mind receded until it only hovered on the edges of his mind.
In the aftermath of the chaos the tension in the air was almost palpable: everyone in the room waiting for someone to make the next move. Frozen in place and out in the open Adrians reassurance this would end well for them was waning by the second and he nearly jumped when someone finally broke the silence.


Welcome to the madhouse.

"You're mine!" Dante felt every muscle his legs propel himself towards the girl. He felt like a predator preying upon a pack of gazelles, his focus upon the most delicious looking of the bunch. He gritted his fang like teeth and widened his eyes in anticipation. However his wide eyes went from thrilled to confused the moment the distraction he had thrown bursted into flames. By the time he looked to his left, a beautiful mini sun was being hurled his way. As mesmerizing as the fireball was, it soon vanished and erupted into something ugly. His jacket caught on fire.


"OH OH HOTHOTHTOTHOTHOT!" Dante quickly dropped to his knees and began rolling back and forth, but suddenly felt cool foam upon his body. On his back he looked upon an unfamiliar creature, a naked Amazonian donning a majestic cloak... oh shit! That was the tall girl he just attacked! Her clothes were in a pile near her. Why would she do that? "Look, just relax....I won't hurt you unless you hurt me first" She said soon after.


"And why the fuck should I believe you?" Dante reached his right hand to the island to his right and helped himself up to his feet. "Aw crap." He took off his jacket and opened it wide in front of everyone, revealing a humongous hole running from the left shoulder to the middle of the back. His dress shirt mostly suffered some damage since it was a clean hole. "I liked this jacket ya know." He locked eyes with Ava, his ruined jacket in his right hand. Suddenly he threw his burnt jacket towards Tessa, knowing her hands were occupied with holding the blanket and fire extinguisher. He side jumped behind her and revealed his knife to her throat. He forced her to drop the extinguisher and wrapped his left arm around her left shoulder around towards her right arm, across and slightly above her chest, sort of helping her keep the blanket on her. He kept his face close to the back of her head pulled her back forcefully to show he wasnt playing around. He kept his knife close to her neck and scanned everyone before him. "Dont fucking move..." He breathed in.


"... Smells good."


"OKAY! NOW I-" Suddenly a new man walked in the room, all happy and shit, introducing himself. "WE'RE DOING GREAT NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!"


"OKAY! NOW I-" Suddenly a girl was leaving the way he came out. "You know its rude to leave mid-conversation, ya know that right? Also, I wouldnt go that way!"


Now he spoke in general to the whole group and looked at their wrists. "As you can see, we ALL have these bracelets. When we walk too far in the woods around us it activates a powerful electric shock. I know, since I have experienced this firsthand! BUT SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW THIS! I KNOW AT LEAST ONE OR ALL OF YOU ARE MOLES FOR THE GUYS WHO BROUGHT ME HERE! Reveal yourself or this prisoner, agent partner, or whatever she is dies! I know you dont want this, because no one would place any average criminal here! ... Tell me who you all are!"


Dantes eyes darted as it was obvious he was on alert mode....

 

[MittyMittens]

"Because I haven't hurt you have I? Even though you've tried to-" She stops mid sentence as she sees a jacket being tossed towards her. She went to bat it away but froze as she felt the cold of a sharp blade against her throat. Whatever anyone else was doing at the moment fell to the wayside. She bent down as far as he'd allow to set down the fire extinguisher, wincing a bit as it made a bang at hitting the floor since she couldn't quite reach the floor before pressing back against him, trying to keep the knife away from her throat to no avail. She glared a bit as he forcefully kept her in place and ordered her not to move, trying to keep a steady head. "I swear to god I'd totally bite you if I could right now" She mutters before listening to him shout about being shocked and someone being a mole. "Mole... no that'd be a bad idea, my head could potentially be sliced clean off" She exhaled a bit since inhaling deeply was out of the question, at his paranoia. She supposed it was understandable, not knowing where you are and barely who you are in a place full of strangers but threatening to kill someone for information, she was curious about his background. Not that he probably knew it at the moment but something had to happen to alter his personality to be such a way.


"This is getting highly uncomfortable" She states as she places a hand on his arm in attempt to push it away, attempting to back into him again to place space between her and the knife, though there was nowhere left to back into. "None of us want to hurt you, or at least I don't, even though you've threatened me several times now. I'd say you could search me but I think it's pretty obvious I have no weapons and I'm just as clueless as you are as to why I'm in this predicament. I think we're here because we all have some ability, or are mutants as we're so commonly called. If someone's a mole then why? I think we need to figure out why we're here and then we can worry about finding a mole if there is even one. I think mostly we're here for observation, why a mole would be needed or be considered dangerous if so is beyond me...." She looks around the room hoping no one did anything too stupid to cause his knife to embed itself further into her neck. "Look I'm wearing a damn blanket how much harm could I be at the moment? I'd just like to put my clothes back on" She could be quite a bit of harm if she wanted but while a knife was up against her neck, not so much.

 

[Meowfyre]

Pain. Panic. Removal from home. Running. Prison. Family. Family. Family...


Red eyes snap open and Raat awakens. He is encased by concrete, underground, and lying on several mattresses stacked on top of each other. Instinctively, Raat reaches out with his mind and feels others, minds similar yet different. They recognize him and he recognizes them. Family. They're his family. He feels them awaken too, feels they're minds absence of how they got here. It doesn't matter. They have each other.


Raat rises from his rest, his gaze rapidly investigating the room. It's good, it reminds him of home. Raat doesn't remember home, but this place reminds him of it. Raat likes. This is Raat's now. Raat finds a pile of baubles. Those are Raat's also. Raat does not remember how he got them, but they're his. A little yellow square with markings on it is on Raat's wall. Raat pulls it off and examines it for a few seconds, before ripping it into tiny pieces and scattering it onto his mattresses. Good, more bedding.


Raat takes a sniff from the air, there's others. Not family. 6. 6 not family. Raat tells his family to follow him. Crouching down on the floor, Raat scuttles forward on all fours. Quickly dashing up stairs, Raat arrives in a wooden corridor. Raat dislikes it, its not home. Too bright. Sniffing the air, Raat finds the scents. 1 is leaving, but others are all together. Raat scuttles forward and Raat hears the scents. Raat gets closer and Raat watches the scents.


"As you can see, we ALL have these bracelets. When we walk too far in the woods around us it activates a powerful electric shock. I know, since I have experienced this firsthand! BUT SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW THIS! I KNOW AT LEAST ONE OR ALL OF YOU ARE MOLES FOR THE GUYS WHO BROUGHT ME HERE! Reveal yourself or this prisoner, agent partner, or whatever she is dies! I know you dont want this, because no one would place any average criminal here! ... Tell me who you all are!"


Loud scent. Much too loud. Loud scent has another scent in its grasp.


"This is getting highly uncomfortable. None of us want to hurt you, or at least I don't, even though you've threatened me several times now. I'd say you could search me but I think it's pretty obvious I have no weapons and I'm just as clueless as you are as to why I'm in this predicament. I think we're here because we all have some ability, or are mutants as we're so commonly called. If someone's a mole then why? I think we need to figure out why we're here and then we can worry about finding a mole if there is even one. I think mostly we're here for observation, why a mole would be needed or be considered dangerous if so is beyond me....Look I'm wearing a damn blanket how much harm could I be at the moment? I'd just like to put my clothes back on."


Small scent. Small scent is in loud scent. Mole? Raat feels no Mole. There is no Mole. Raat speaks, Raat says, "Mole? No mole. Only Raat." Raat moves forward slowly on all forwards, squinting behind his mask at the bright light. As he comes out of the light, his family follows. Some of the younger ones clamber onto him, while the older ones remain close at his fight, protectively. Squinting at the loud scent, Raat speaks again, "Only Raat and family. Only Raat and family, and scents."

 

[BrownBear]

"This is getting highly uncomfortable" She states as she places a hand on his arm in attempt to push it away, attempting to back into him again to place space between her and the knife, though there was nowhere left to back into. "None of us want to hurt you, or at least I don't, even though you've threatened me several times now. I'd say you could search me but I think it's pretty obvious I have no weapons and I'm just as clueless as you are as to why I'm in this predicament. I think we're here because we all have some ability, or are mutants as we're so commonly called. If someone's a mole then why? I think we need to figure out why we're here and then we can worry about finding a mole if there is even one. I think mostly we're here for observation, why a mole would be needed or be considered dangerous if so is beyond me...." She looks around the room hoping no one did anything too stupid to cause his knife to embed itself further into her neck. "Look I'm wearing a damn blanket how much harm could I be at the moment? I'd just like to put my clothes back on" She could be quite a bit of harm if she wanted but while a knife was up against her neck, not so much.

Dante paused for awhile and listened to his hostage. He looked towards the group in silence and realized there was no way out for now.... hed bide his time and play along. One thing was for sure... if he was to live here, hed keep one eye open while he slept. "Hmm." Dante slid the cold flat steel gingerly over her neck, getting one final silent whiff of her before stepping away. He picked up her clothes, still not aware of her shifting powers, and threw the to her. This caught him off guard as Raat entered.

Raat speaks, Raat says, "Mole? No mole. Only Raat." Raat moves forward slowly on all forwards, squinting behind his mask at the bright light. As he comes out of the light, his family follows. Some of the younger ones clamber onto him, while the older ones remain close at his fight, protectively. Squinting at the loud scent, Raat speaks again, "Only Raat and family. Only Raat and family, and scents."

"Mole?"


"Pero DIABLO!" Dante stuttered in to a fighting position, knife still wielded out. He grimaces in confusion and disgust as he saw the young masked man crawl towards the group with his own pack of rats. "... Bro what the fuck are you?" Dante affirmed that he was not the main threat here, because... he was way too weird.


"Ugh!" Dante exclaimed. He walked towards the island, stepping over the ashes of the still he had thrown and slid out another. He put his knife away and sat down, looking at each member. His clothes were messed up but he didnt care now.


"My name is Dante...." He said with a flat slightly awkward tone. Not surprising as he literally just attacked a room full of people with a chair