Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[Flowiest D]

Cahone thought about it, he didn’t know.. he had thrown fire at him, seemed to splash off him like water...
Gone to punch the man and he spins you into chair and serenades you further...
He couldn’t explain it. Hell it was emotionally draining and humiliating when Felix ignores every violent intention to him.
He opened his mouth to share all this with Alasdair, but couldn’t find what to say.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair sees Cahone open and close his mouth, searching for something to say. He could understand because He has met the man. Alasdair’s not even sure if he’s a man. Or human for that matter.

 

[firebright24]

Alice panicked a bit inside as Jasper was taken out of room. He offered himself to the guard rather complacently. Her chest pounded, he had just grounded her and now her support was leaving. Her hand grasped gently at the back of his shirt as he left. After He was gone she shook her head. She was being ridiculous. Why had she become so attached to him. She shivered tried to tuck herself into bed, hoping and praying they wouldn't come for her. To give her more drugs.

Instead of taking her out of the room as they sometimes did. A guard unlocked the door and came towards her.
"Just stay still, and this will be over."
"N-no P-please"
She whimpered as the guard shot her up again. A much smaller dose this time. They needed her to be able to function for her work. Tears tracked down her face. Her mind slipping from her as the guard left the room. Her eyes flickering closed as she lost all consciousness.
KasperXIII

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Upon leaving the cell, Jasper didn't give too much thought into leaving Alice alone - after both of them had listened to the rules and acclimated to their new environment, how could they be interrupted for any other reason than possibly a trip to the medic bay? Both were inhibited by drugs, after all, so regular shots were very typical for them; at least for Jasper, having been here for a while. Alice, though? It seemed as if the side effects have yet to lessen for her. The poor thing, though, shaky and jittery because of whatever they were pumping in to her. One year ago, Jasper had very similar conditions, but he got over them. Now, his only real side effect is that he becomes drowsy within an hour of being introduced to the substance - something he didn't mind since, after that hour, he should be asleep anyway by the prison's rules for having 'lights out'. There was no real 'hard part' of it all. Not so much could've been said for Alice, and Jasper would miss further details of guard abuse towards her in his absence Not much he would've been able to do with the guards watching over, too. He wasn't risking a trip to the SHU and the possibility that someone will rob his cell and find his papers while he's not around. Too many consequences if that's a guard or a snitch, even more deadly if an inmate begging for an escape finds them and starts scheming on his own.

Still... he was in the dark as he made his way out of the gen-pop hallway, through the hallways, and en route to the medic bay. The routine never changed one bit in the past year: go to the same doctor around the end of the day, wait while handcuffed to a chair, get a quick shot from the doctor who devised his drug, endure a quick verbal test of logic to ensure he had no brain damage as a result of his treatment, listen to some small talk opened up by this doctor, who seemed far sweeter than most other prison personnel, then get sent right back off to gen-pop before the 'lights out' call was officially in order. There was no need to change the routine, especially since it was efficient, effective, and not once did it encounter any problems or resistance. Complacency might've been seen as a weakness to some, but it was a weapon to exploit for later in Jasper's eyes. Nobody would ever expect him to lift a finger when it truly mattered. A true criminal mastermind.

Before he could actually be introduced to the serum, the logic test:

"All men are faulty. Some men are gifted. Conclusion: the faulty are gifted," the doctor read off of a notecard containing the question presented to Jasper. His job was to simply answer 'true' or 'false'. It was the sort of deductive reasoning that they feared would go wrong in his mind through the drug being inject once a day. But it hadn't failed yet.

"False."

Without giving much of an answer, the doctor continued, "Murder is illegal. War involves murder. Conclusion: all wars are illegal."

"False."

"The fate of wrongdoers is hell. The nature of hell is unknown. Conclusion: the fate of wrongdoers is unknown."

"True."

So far so good. He hadn't been halted or corrected once in a year. "Still going strong, Mister Bent. Keep this up, and you might be the reason this drug hits the market next year."

Jasper scoffed. "So now I'm a guinea pig."

She stepped closer, lifting his arm up to see his forearm. "Not like they were going to test something like this on an innocent man."

He would've scoffed again, but it would've been rather shady at that point. Because they were, indeed, drugging a innocent man. "True." That wording did come off as somewhat suspicious though... since when was Thesta Penitentiary given authorization to drug test on inmates in order to inhibit their powers? Was this in the contracts for investors? And was Jasper the only one simply being experimented upon in order to get a medication out into the market? It was troubling to imagine, really, but he sighed and just allowed for the needle to penetrate his skin and enter the serum into his veins.

Time to go back, he told himself as the doctor stepped away from him to signal in the guards. He'd be uncuffed and sent straight back to his cell. Nothing changes much, even with this overhaul in management.

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|:| Edward Brookes |:|

The warden trusted that his head of security will make good on her word about the coming days to assert her authority over the other guards and the inmates, old and new. Even if she had her concerns, which he did take into consideration, he still managed to get his point across that the new format would be for the best; that this wasn't just orders being thrown around 'because he said so'. No, there was plenty of reasons to expand the prison and bring in new inmates, some more moral than others. Every decision he'd made, everything down to the decision for hiring an assistant, had an underlying reason, even if it's one that couldn't be publicized. Pairing inmates together wasn't out of the ordinary, even for a high-security prison, but it is a risk in this exceptional case. An assistant, however, was a stretch. Why not hire a secretary, preferably one that wasn't spending their nights in a cell and being drugged to ensure their powers don't resurface every night? Jasper might've been one of the better choices of the prison's population, but he was still a criminal convicted of a serious crime, and his calmness and complacency in his year in prison were probably not a direct indicator of his behavior in such a position. It was simply something to put Brookes at peace of mind. "Mr. Bent won't be the only assistant I will have under my wing. He will most probably work under my wing for a year, maybe two, until we re-circulate the jobs again, then he will be moved to a more common job, and I will hand-select a new inmate to take his place if all goes well. I simply find it beneficial for rehabilitation that inmates get experience working under authority in jobs that are a little more than just 'heavy labor'. Maybe it'll benefit the inmates who work under me as well and improves their behavior in out-of-work hours. As I said, this is a social experiment I'm attempting here, in more ways than one."

Brookes doubted that Val would say no from the start. She was far too loyal to pass up such a request, even with her uncertainties of the potential for unrest. Another reason why he selected her: any other guard would either not be up to the task, or would argue over it too much to be reliable. Val was unbiased, tough as nails, and open to understand that things have a reason, even if it's not clear at the start; not like this was the first time there was a conflict in opinion between the warden and head of security. "Excellent. I'm glad you're aware of the sensitivity of such a change. The most important part of this position is that it's integrated as something totally normal in time. Hopefully, the dirty looks he'll receive on day one will slowly fade, and people will realize how important it is to have such a position here. Not to mention it's cost-efficient for me, helpful for the inmate, and I get more work done, even if the inmate will need some guidance in the beginning. He will begin work tomorrow, yes, so once you finish up role call and the inmates split off to their jobs, approach Mr. Bent in his new cell. All he's been told in his new work assignment is to wait in his cell to be received by a guard and see me in regards to his new workplace. He's also been told not to disclose these terms, so that should tell him not to be very open about this anomaly. So yes, he's still unaware that he'll be working for me, but for a man who used to work in a courthouse, I'm sure he wouldn't mind such a position. It might just leave him feeling like he's back in his glory days. Trust me, I didn't pick Mr. Bent by total chance or by random. I looked into this deeply and found him the best candidate, his record in the prison aside."

Indeed, he was the most worthy for a position, but not just because of his record or his past as a free man. There was something deeper about Jasper that Edward wanted to pursue, something about his medical status that had caught his eye. For now, a half-smile came from beneath the warden's mustache as he took a step away from the centaur and finalized his affairs. "Anyway, Val, that's all I had to announce. Is there anything else I should be aware of before I go finish up some paperwork in my office?"

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[KasperXIII]

Thesta Penitentiary Cafeteria | 7:00 AM
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|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Another night passed by for Jasper, one more over a year's worth of being put to sleep by the side effect of drowsiness from his 'daily fix' to subdue his powers. Some nights, he'd go out peacefully in a slow progression to deep sleep to wake up powerless, others were plagued by a strong migraine that forced him into slumber as the easiest way to cure it. Tonight was the peaceful manner; no migraines, and that was good for all of his neighbors and his new cellmate Alice, less of hearing him scream from the pain. Good first night, though, earning a place in the good books of this new roommate he never asked for, and her taking a liking for him. After all, he wasn't going to attempt escape on his own, at least not without his cellie finding out or catching him in the act. Not to mention the world of trouble she'd be in just for being in the same cell as an escapee. And seeing how shaky she was from normal treatment, she didn't need an extra trip to the SHU to worsen the blow. Was it pity? Or did he actually care for the inmates here, the crazies and killers that were responsible for mass killings and wrongdoing to governments? At the very least, it extended to Alice.

Wakeup was called at 6:30 today, due to the chaos of the previous night, getting inmates into their new cells, and having to hold the hands of the rather clueless ones, so an extra half an hour was allowed exceptionally for this event. Jasper hardly felt the difference, as he was used to being woken up to the banging on the cell door by the guards working the graveyard shift. The mild headache was gone, and, once again, he could do nothing more than hear muffled voices whenever he attempts to read minds. No sending messages, and no clear words from his subjects. He went on with his usual routine: wash his face, brush his teeth, prepare for the new day. This day forward, the prison would work very differently, all starting out with breakfast. It would sure as hell be crowded, and the line would be unbearable, which is why he insisted to Alice that they move out quickly. It didn't help much, only because many others had the same mentality: it's gonna be chaotic, so why wait so long and burn through the breakfast hour just standing in line?

"Come," Jasper told his cellmate with a simple pat on the shoulder. "Let's get going early. Breakfast is a shitshow at this hour, and with the inmate count practically doubled, you'll be lucky if you get a chance to grab a bite before they make you go to work."

Very true as well, as they were guided out of gen-pop and to the cafeteria. They landed themselves in the middle of a massive line, fortunately enough, but it was still going to be a bit of a wait. In that wait, it was very tempting to open up conversation again, as they didn't really speak or see each other when Jasper came back from the medic bay. If Alice was going to be part of any sort of escape plan, Jasper would have to fill her in very discreetly, in such a way that she won't accidentally blurt anything incriminating out, just like that. He'd also have to show her his research, the papers he was hiding from her on the upper bunk. That would have to wait till the evening, but for now, he could at least figure out how far she'd go for a second chance; for an opportunity like this. And most importantly, would she be useful. Electricity was a more aggressive ability than his own, and using it to kill wouldn't stall her half as badly as him, as he'd develop a migraine and some hemorrhaging as a result of making a man's brain explode with just a high-pitched noise...

Still a mystery how Tali managed to kill a man that same way without showing the telltale signs of bleeding. He'd have to ask her when their positions from the perspective of bars switch. If he ever is allowed back in Filincia.

"You feeling better?" Jasper asked Alice as they stood side by side. He was going to stay good to his word till the very end about being a buddy to her in the mess of criminals that were with them in prison. It would, honestly, be sad to leave her for dead if he escapes and she doesn't. She seems like a target too easy to pass up, for guards and inmates, in ways beyond the drugs. "You didn't look too good last night."

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[Flowiest D]

Waking early. Cahone gets up and cracks his neck. He prefers his old bed...
Brushing his teeth and taking off his clothes to get ready to be sprayed down. The cold water waked him up further and made him feel sensitive.
Every day... never gets any better. Never gets used to it.
Can only tolerate when a female guard does it, but every time a man is there he would try and subtly imply that today was fine and they didn’t have to. Barely ever worked.

Getting dry and dressed in a shiver he wakes up/ tells the already awake Alasdair. ( Zenpai ) to come with him to beat the line.
He doesn’t talk on the way but Cahone bumps fists with one or two people. Nods at a few more. And glares at one unlucky individual.
Cutting into the line infront of someone who respected more then feared Cahone. He and Alasdair were soon eating at the table Cahone and his crew usually sat.
All of them seemed like mean fuckers. Except for Alasdair. He looked a little slim. Cahone knew what a help he could be though. Just needed a plan.
He ate breakfast not hating or enjoying it to much. A man from the garden gang gives Cahone three pairs of socks. Another gives him some smokes and a bottle of something.
Cahone exchanged a pair of socks for the grog.
All these items were put in his thick wooly coat.

 

[Sybil]

With the morning wake up and the rush to breakfast, waking the spider from their short dream. “W-wha....” Oh.... that’s right. I am in prison. Not a dream.

Kala slowly stood up on her cushioned eight legs and stretched her arms and neck. She had gotten little sleep, seeing as the floor and walls were concrete, and despite her neglectful upbringing the floors she normally slept on at least were wooden. She finally got up to her upright position with her torso, the tall spider’s head right below the normal ceilings. To make matters worse they left their hair up, so now it was messed up and hurting. Great. This is just a perfect way to start off my new life.
With the morning being lightly shuffling around the room to get her teeth brushed through a muzzle to fixing her hair, the spider put on a smile for their cell-mate as they formally tried to greet them.
“Good morning Sith, let’s get going. Breakfast might be a good change of scenery that we need.”

Zenpai

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair was reading a book in the early morning. Sleeping was nice, but a privilege that has been avoiding him ever since he was imprisoned. In Thesta, with its odd circumstances and infuriating effect on his mind already showing, it is much worse. Sleep eludes him to the point where it’s close to maddening. He often does not recruited sleep, but it is still nice to do.
The book he was reading was floating slightly above the mattress. Not enough to the point where it’s noticable by the normal passerby, but enough for Alasdair to flex his mental muscles to a certain degree. Alasdair hears shuffling as Cahone starts to get ready for the day. He doesn’t really pay him much mind until he speaks. Breakfast? Is that what they call it now? Hopefully, Thesta’s food actually provides him the basic human nutrients required for survival. He was pretty sure that other inmates prepared it, so that hope wasn’t very high. He follows Cahone down to the cafeteria, staying not too far behind, letting him make a path in between the prisoners. He watches as his roommate interacts with some of the other inmates. Some respected him, others looked terrified to be in his presence. Being with Cahone earned Alasdair some degree of respect from some of the other inmates, outright hate from the rest. He didn’t care. Opinions of strangers shouldn’t matter to him. He just followed Cahone, got his food, and sat down at the table Cahone indicated. The food didn’t seem like much to write home about, assuming that he had one, but it didn’t taste too bad and it appeared to be at least somewhat healthy. The inmates at the table looked at him like he was a slab of steak. He didn’t belong here, surrounded by burly monsters, and they knew it. Some even grinned at him, thinking he was easy pickings. He wonders if a table to the face would get rid or their grins. He looks back down at his food and attempts to enjoy his meal.
Flowiest D



Sith emerges from her rest. The kind spider woman urges her to get breakfast with her. Sith nods silently, still partially asleep.
“That might be nice” she yawns. She notices the position in which Kala slept. That must be uncomfortable. She stretches, and gets up from her bed, hoping today has something to offer.
Sybil

 

[KAmber]

Harebourg didn't wake up. He was very much woke, as being marble and such also made him an insomniac. Breakfast? Why? He had vocal cords, but couldn't suffocate or digest food. He had no way of getting anything out either; he just was. He yawned, though. No prisoner knew he was watching them while they slept. That was one of the only things that was frightening he didn't share with the prisoners.

Anyways, he was at breakfast nonetheless. It was boring, yes, but he had started to keep a deck of cards with him at all times now; gold-lined box. He was currently playing solitaire at a table the wise inmates knew to avoid. Not because the table was terrifying. Because he was.

 

[Sybil]

With Sith acquired and her neck rolled in its socket, she made her way to the cafeteria. On the way there she couldn't help but let her eyes scan the heads around her and get a feeling for the other inmates. Despite her roommate being as accepting as she was, there was reminded once again that she was the freakish minority as she could hear them with those all too familiar stares of amazement and horror like she was some science project gone awry and put on display. Alienating, but nothing new. She simply shuffled along, ducking through some doorways as she entered the main room and now trying to identify the worse ones.
Humans..... there is a lot of humans. Is that one wearing a coat? Is that allowed? Wait that one doesn't look human.... but what ARE they, they look like too white.....

After going through the line and getting their food, the spider assessed her own issue of seating. "I guess there are groups of people already.... makes sense. If you don't mind Sith can you sit at the end of a table so I can sit on the floor next to you?"
Zenpai

 

[Zenpai]

Sith walked next to Kala as they made their way to the cafeteria. She eyed the other prisoners cautiously, ready to make them throw themselves to the floor if need be. She was so overwhelmed by her fear of these monsters that she forgot about the thin man's threat. When they entered, she acknowledged her new friend's request by sitting at the end of an empty table. There was a pale man who appeared to be a statue in a guards uniform sitting at the other end. She nodded to the empty floor beside her. The other prisoners seemed to want to avoid the man, but she reasoned that as long as she didn't break the rules, he couldn't do anything to her. She sat down with her breakfast and waited for Kala to sit down before she started eating.

 

[firebright24]

Alice awoke early (4:30 to be precise) and spent time staring up at the ceiling. She hummed softly to herself, She found that they must have given her a different drug. This one dampened her ability to create and fuse electric current while also keeping her conscious and lucid. Jasper was still asleep. She began to read the book he had lent her. Gradually Alice's mind wandered, she wondered what the day would consist of. A guard smashed his fist into the door loudly telling them it was time for breakfast She flinched and curled up smaller under her blankets. No, no cowering Alice. She stood to her feet and nearly toppled over as her head spun. Obviously she would still have vertigo but then again she was used to that. It was then she noticed Jasper speaking to her, what had he said? She though about it, come. He had said come. She nodded as he continued speaking. She would keep close to him. HE made her feel safer anyway. He asked her if she were feeling better, saying that she hadn't looked good. Alice leaned into her hip and raised one eyebrow.
"I'm fine, and if you think I looked bad then try looking in the mirror."
There we go, her confident air was starting to come back. Now to see if she could keep it up. She followed Jasper out the door.
KasperXIII

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner wakes up and stretches out. He yawns "Y'know, I'm glad I can stay alone for now," he said to himself groggily "But, of course, they're probably gonna pair me up with someone again," he said gloomily. Tanner walks over the bars that held him in and saw a guard walking over to him with another person, this person was Jack. "Hey, Black, breakfast" the guard said to him "And this is your new roommate" the guard said "This is Jack Sloan, you better not cause trouble, or I'll have your ass punished, and that goes for the both of you" he said, but he was looking at Tanner the whole thing "Yeah, whatever" Jack says dismissively. "So, let's go I guess Tanner says to Jack, brushing past him. Jack followed Tanner and the guard to the cafeteria. Jack would look around and saw Cahone. He heard that Cahone was some sort of fire dud, maybe he could get Cahone to burn off his wrist straps. Jack went over, got some food, and sat next to Cahone "Mind if I sit here?" he asked and Tanner sat alone with his own food.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone was sitting next to Alasdair when a large black man with a scar the shape of Cahone’s fist on his left cheek.
had stopped a white haired bloke from sitting in between the two.
Before jack could sit he moved infront of him putting his hand on his chest, shoving him back somewhat gently for the size of the man.
“You wanna talk to boss hone?” The large tall man bellows in a low tone, as he did jacks hair and his face get blown back in his breath.
Imagine if he wasn’t being suppressed by the drugs?
Cahone looked up at jack with accessing eyes judging him. What would he say to tone? Would he attack tone for asking a question? Would he take his talking as attack? The first time I spoke to tone I kicked his ass... but then again.. he accidentally spat on my smoke.

TannerDedInside2017

 

[Sybil]

The spider sat themselves down on the ground, about head height with most people sitting at their tables. Despite the guard putting her on edge with their unnaturally pleased look on their unnerving body, and not to mention some guys getting slightly aggressive over by the guy in the big coat, she quickly began to eat her way through her plate. This was yet another skill she picked up, the ability to shut the world out as she ate which came in useful during host family parents fighting over her presence or the gang just yelling. She didn't complain about the food once as she scarfed it down, only speaking once it was all gone. This.... was not as bad as she initially assumed prison would be.

"Not as many.... non-humans as I thought there would be for such a weird prison. At least this place seems orderly, right Sith?" She knew it was not all sunshine and roses here, Kala wasn't stupid enough to believe this place was perfect. What she did know is this had more rules and regulations than most everyday life for the people around her, so in a way, she felt safer now than she had in a long time.
Zenpai

 

[Zenpai]

Sith began to eat as soon as Kala sat down. The food was mediocre.
“Not Everybody is born with powers. By that logic, even fewer are born mythical beings such as yourself. Maybe it’s the universe deciding or just the luck of the draw. We may never know, and we just have to accept that as a fact of life.”
The guard at the other side of the table became more and more unsettling the longer she looked at him, so she just averted her gaze. She looked back at Kala, the Arachne-esque creature sitting awkwardly on the floor as she ate. Sith couldn’t imagine how substantially different their way of living must be, the poor woman’s spider legs making her seem unfit to function in modern society. Sith counted herself lucky to be the kind of “freak” who could hide in plain sight if she wanted.

 

[Sybil]

The spider was doing her best to avoid the stone guard's eye contact or even simply look at him, afraid of the consequences.
"I guess... the world's most fucked up lottery. Did I win? Did any of us here win by having our powers or species? I think I saw some sort of snake-woman earlier, like, how much are our sentences influenced by just a general fear of us?" The spider was getting more interaction with this woman that she has had in years, so to say she was talkative was a bit of an understatement. Her subconscious treated these fleeting conversations like a drug and squeezed them for all they were worth in preparation for when she assumed it would be taken away. This desire for conversation was seemingly making the spider open up little by little, her cellmate now subject to her view of the society. She was learning, however, this view was more common behind bars. As she looked at Sith, she noticed her glances at her body. With that Kala couldn't help but let out a short chuckle as she could guess what she was thinking. "Yeah, life is just as awkward as you can imagine for my body type.... do you ever run into issues like that since you are pretty tall for a human? Where stuff is just not made with you in mind?"
Zenpai KAmber

 

[Zenpai]

Sith smiles at Kala’s question.
“I don’t have much trouble. Definitely not as much as you do. Besides, I like to think most of my height just comes from good posture. What powers do you have? You know, aside from being a badass looking spider lady.”

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Jack deadpanned tone and then smirked "I'm here to see Cahone because I need a favor from him," he told tone, raising his arms, showing his wrist straps. "I heard that Cahone has a fire power, I would like him to burn these off," he said to tone "Now if you'll excuse me breath man, I would like to sit here" he said brushing past him and attempting to sit next to Cahone. He looked back at tone "Also, I'm not just some chicken shit junkie, okay, don't take me as weak" he said to him "And don't think I'm calling you weak, I'm just saying, you can't push me around"

 

[KasperXIII]

It pleased Jasper to hear at least a bit of light-hearted humor out of Alice that morning. He smirked, looking down at himself to see what she might've meant about looking at himself in the mirror. Did he look that hideous? Was Alice just this witty of a smartass? Or was he just eye-grabbing in that regard? It might've been the beginning of an interesting dynamic between the cellmates, especially now that she looked much better in comparison to last night. It brought him to think... had he told Alice anything about his ideas, would she have remembered them properly now? Or would they be lost in the haze of her jacked-up mind in the moment? Testing such a theory was an ethical grey area for him, so he opted for transparency while she was lucid.

But certainly not while standing in line for breakfast, that is.

Their turn came up soon enough, and Jasper couldn't help but grin at the memory of Alice's comment about him. She seemed fun beyond the fear she exhibited before. Perhaps he could bark back with something similar when the time was right. He let out a quick yawn as the line shortened and he got a glimpse of what some of the other inmates were grabbing: most of them were picking the option of cereal packs. Jasper, on the other hand, was feeling up for toast today, even if there was precious little he could do with it given the limited resources they were supplied with for breakfast. Standard knives were banned for obvious reasons with such treacherous crooks among them, but even the bread was a tad tastier than the cereal at times. A change of taste his mouth would do him good.

"What do you usually take?" he asked his cellmate. "It's not exactly a nutritious diet, but it's probably tastier than most other prisons in my home nation, if you ask me. What about you? How do you keep your stomach working?"

Oddly enough, this is the most talking he'd done to an inmate in... well, ever. But he kept his wits about him and watched over the inmates in line. Eavesdroppers were going to be a problem, and he couldn't properly read their minds to find out if they were thinking about them. The last thing he needed was that...

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[Sybil]

"B-Badass," the spider repeated almost dumbfounded. What was badass about her? She felt like a coward and spineless for as long as she was thrown into the streets. "W-well... I can summon a bow and arrows? I don't really know what they are made of, it's like black rocks... and I can move shadows? The bow thing takes a few minutes though, so they decided to just watch me instead of sedating me to subdue it. Basically, I am probably the weakest thing inside of here. They showed me a collar that they plan to put on me if I misbehave, and let me tell you, it could fry a horse."
She paused for a moment, realizing despite knowing this woman was a witch, she had no idea what that entailed. “What about you?”
Zenpai

 

[Gryphtaur]

Tharraleos

Location: Cell 1-2

Mentions: Kisaki

It was a relatively sleepless night for the hubris embodiment. A few hours of rest were achieved in the middle of the night to assist with gaining some strength back, but sleep was a mostly unneeded function for the mighty beast. Most of his time was spent lying on his back like he was doing so, and his closed eyes further lead to this notion. Though his ever thought provoking brain was working overtime like usual and it was at this point he got a much better grasp of his situation. While most unpleasant, serving his sentence would just be a matter of patience. Time was also a concept twisted after such an extensive lifestyle, so waiting was hardly an issue. Though there was the slightest feeling some unforeseen circumstances might just cut that time short.

“It appears they are preparing morning meals for the inmates.” Tharr said aloud, mostly to himself since he wasn't sure if his divine cellmate had awoken. Though the remark was said in a way to be directed at her as well. As if on cue, the barred doors opened and numerous guards showed up to migrate the criminals to breakfast. With a silent groan escaping his beak, the avian feline pushed his large body from the bed and made his way to the cafeteria. What awaited him was the much extensive line, which compared to the cramped nature of his cell, was completely feasible. At least he was able to move much more freely, which would work perfectly should a fool stand against him.

 

[Zenpai]

“That sounds interesting. Maybe it’s some variation of phosphoromancy.” Sith says “technically, a witch can do anything as long as she has the proper materials, force of will, and energy to back a spell or ritual. Anyone can perform magic, but most witches are born with special abilities. These abilities usually just require a thought. My ability is due to my lineage. As long as somebody is within my line of sight, I can make their body move against their will and transfer wounds that are inflicted apon me. Let’s say someone tries to stab me. They just end up with the wound they just tried to give me as long as I can see them.”

 

[Flowiest D]

Jack deadpanned tone and then smirked "I'm here to see Cahone because I need a favor from him," he told tone, raising his arms, showing his wrist straps. "I heard that Cahone has a fire power, I would like him to burn these off," he said to tone "Now if you'll excuse me breath man, I would like to sit here" he said brushing past him and attempting to sit next to Cahone. He looked back at tone "Also, I'm not just some chicken shit junkie, okay, don't take me as weak" he said to him "And don't think I'm calling you weak, I'm just saying, you can't push me around"

The breath man doesn’t let him pass. Or sit.
Cahone turns around though. “Those on your hands there.. could be there for good reason.. why would I risk giving someone the ability to make more trouble?”
He asked standing up. So tone would move aside. As long as no violent confrontations happen, no lock down.
“I’m Cahone, as you have said so already.. who’s you and what do you offer me for literally freeing you from your shackles” he says blankly. His first hair seemed cool,

Felix the guard walked around, getting ready to make a deal with someone...
*perhaps Jack and Cahone..* he swoons to himself and spins. He then moonwalks down the isle. People saw this as a guard walking with a rifle.

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Jack smirked "First off, let me just tell you something about what these do exactly," he told Cahone "These wrist straps stop me from using my Fragokinesis and Ferrokinesis," he told him "Basically I can control metal and explosions without these," he said "And I'm offering to help get us out of this hellhole, I don't want in here, do you?" he asked "Also, I am willing to do tasks given to me" he told "That is what I have to offer" he told him "So, whaddaya say Cahone, deal?" he said reaching out with his hand. You gotta admit, he sounded really persuasive.