The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

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Bounty alive +1. Shawn/Wanderer, David and etc.
Location: Rising Dawn | Hanger.

"This time I'm placing him in a nice cell but with sock in his mouth ... maybe with a severed finger poking out of his zipper." The Wanderer darkly grumbled as he dragged the unconscious Deadshot behind him. In his other hand was a bag pull of whatever he could gather from the Casino Ruins, Gold, Money, lucky cards, information and a couple of ammo boxes. Thinking it is a decent reward, Shawn would take one of those bars for his own use, probably as a decoration for his shack.

All the rest of the earnings will go to the charity that will be organized to rebuild the city and everything like that.
Shortly after the angered Wanderer places his captive in a much better and secured cell. Placing his anger towards the person who actually stomped everywhere, the Wanderer got his own revenge in a prank. Placing a real finger in Deadshot's unzipped pocket, the Wanderer couldn't help but think about who that finger belonged to, sure it was one of his many dead enemies ... but who?

Shrugging, Shawn then placed the un-cuffed hand of his previous prey in the toilet besides him, which Shawn graciously used before placing it inside. Placing his foot in step to leave the cell, he decided that it wasn't enough the Wanderer dag through his pockets/Pip-Boy and found a lucky severed head. Placing the head directly in front of Deadshot, he was glad that he was going to be surprised multiple times when he wakes. Sighing he felt sorry for the guy, he grabbed a nice bottle of (Radiated) water and placed it just where he cannot get it.

Feeling happy once more, the Wanderer went out of the cell, locked it and then locked the main door to the brig behind him as he started to step towards the path to his trusty sniper shack.

Rising Dawn: Brig: Rugal, Caim, Ton Ton, Annie, Deadshot

After giving Annie the lay of the land, Rugal was getting ready for future festivities by selecting a few party favors.
Christ, I tire of dealing with Teens that thing they've seen everything... He thought as he threw a set of metal pipes and bars into his bag, followed by a can of Gasoline and some duct tape.
Well...She has yet to see anything yet... He chuckled to himself in what was clearly a small respite of his former cruel self as he picked up the bag and threw it over his back before heading back to the Brig.
On his way in, he watched as Devon ran out and Shawn was going..."Something" to Deadshot before leaving himself, but he didn't pay much heed, he was too focused on the task ahead.
Walking in, he said "Caim. Ton Ton. Leave us.".
From the look in his eyes and the amount of things in his bag, Caim could see where this was going...

".....uuhhhh...wha-...who-..." Deadshot groaned as he came to back in his cell.
The first thing he felt was his hand in the toilet, causing him to cringe when he realized it had just been used.
Then he saw the severed head.
"GAH! WHAT THE PISS!?" He shouted as he backed away, clearly not expecting it.
"...Fuck, you people just leave body parts laying around?! Jesus!" He shouted before going to the sink and cleaning his hand

Rising Dawn: Hanger: Jenny, Cz, Slindis

"...O-Okay..." Jenny said, not expecting her to react like this.
Still, what Slindis had said was also rather un-expected.
"...By the way, did you really mean that? About being "Team Mom"? I mean, I don't do THAT much around here..." She asked the drow, keeping hush-hush on the whole topic.

Rising Dawn: Hanger: David West

The second he reached his room, David began doing his bi-monthly clean up, mostly just picking up the small mountain of beer cans and bottles he had consumed and left on the floor.
Once he was done, he threw off his jacket and running top before laying back on his bed.
In his humble quest to become a low rent street cop, he had:

1. Ended up waist deep in Gang-Banger Zombies
2. Fought in Chinatown between 2 parties with dozens of laser weapons
3. Had a Hollywood style car chase.
4. Broke into a US Military Research Base
5. Blew up a Mecha with a Low Yield Nuclear Weapon.
6. Tried to rob a casino
7. Lived though a Titan attack.

...I need new friends... He thought as he attempted to drift off.

((Anyone want to interact with David, just walk in, his door is open))

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Annie, Rugal, Deadshot, Whoever Stays

The moment has came sooner to Annie then expected, for it was no more then five minutes later that Rugal came in with a bag of tools for 'getting Annie to talk', let alone suffer at most. He set it down, and the materials were not the common ones where the investigators mainly just cut your fingers off.

"You're willing to go through this and harm a defenseless, misunderstood girl like me?" Though the words were clearly misguiding, Annie's tone wasn't any different from before. She wasn't scared, or showing emotion but rather her tone was in a way someone's surprised and questions as a response.
There was no point in lying though, Annie's heart began to pick up a bit quicker and her mind was filled with questions as to what Rugal was going to do to her.

Teri | That Damn Comic Sans Envelope | Sadei

Teri sighed lightly when Sadei couldn't make heads or tails of the Envelope either, and then began her prayers for S'zami after Rugal loaded the body into the morgue and left, seeing as that was the pertinent matter at hand,

"As much as I like to see you two get along better, there is a matter of Clerical duty I need to attend to..."

"Our Father in Heaven, today we have lost a soul from our ship. A Khajit by the name of S'zami. I did not know her for very long, and she was with us but briefly, but she was just as much a living and vibrant soul as the rest of us. May her soul find rest in the arms of her Gods and/or Goddesses. I pray your angels will guide her to her proper land of resting. Amen."

Finishing her prayer, Teri's attention was turned back to the mysterious envelope, and decided to try something to aid in the investigation. Pulling out her Tablet, she began scribbling onto the Tablet, using a bit of Author-based skill to "Push" her Tablet to do the following:

"Call: Tajuh Silverwind, regardless of location."

Ton-Ton | Annie | Rugal |Caim | Cadolbolg

Caim picked up Ton Ton and gave Rugal a nod, and said to the Cuties, "Looks like we won't be needed here. How about that lunch Melethia proposed?"
"I like the sound of that! Saving cities makes me hungry~!"
"I think it takes far less than that..."
"Father, you're so mean!"

Ton Ton, however, was not so easily distracted. Hazarding a glance back, he saw the rather large sack Rugal had brought in, and upon getting a brief glance of Rugal's expression, felt his blood run cold. It was almost like the ghost of the (former) Cartel Lord persona[1] had returned. Not quite sure what was going on, he turned his thoughts to Caim, to which he communicated via pact.

"Mr. Caim..What's he about to do..? I don't like that look on his face."
"Don't concern yourself, Ton Ton. Rugal's just going to interrogate that woman. He's probably going to just scare her a bit to get the information we need. Come now, stop thinking about it, or Cadolbolg will start asking questions..."
"If that's true, then why does he have that bag of stuff?"
"... Let's go, Ton Ton."
"Cut the crap, Caim!...It is what I think it is, isn't it? He's gonna do more than just scare her... Isn't he? Just like what Seifer did to Squall... We can't allow this! Only bad people torture others!"
Caim's face twitched faintly, clearly not liking where this conversation was going, "That's not entirely true. It's not so black and white as that. Simply put, that girl won't tell us why she attacked, so Rugal is going to employ those methods. He'd be the only one to really want and be able to do so, thus it's fitting. Perhaps you may not agree with it, but it's effective."
"That's not true either! She could just lie. Unless you have a way to make sure she's telling the truth, this is just barbaric! I agree that what that person did was wrong, but I cannot agree with the methods about to be employed!"

The Tonberry then wriggled out of Caim's grasp and hopped to the floor, causing a confused look from Cadolbolg, to which Ton Ton simply said, "Bathroom." and ran off. Unfortunately for Caim, the plan was flawless. If he decided to give chase, Cadolbolg's suspicions would be raised again.. However, Caim simply shook his head, and wandered back towards Angelus and Melethia and wondered quietly if his tiny green son would understand the truth of the world in matters such as these...

Ton Ton | David West

As Ton Ton traversed the halls in search of someone, anyone, who'd listen to him, he paused at an open door, and noticed David inside. But was his sleeping? Rapping a paw on the open door, Ton Ton called out, "Mr. West? I'm sorry to intrude, but may I speak with you?"

((If David lets him in, feel free to have Ton Ton auto explain his plight))

Mel | Angelus | Devon

Devon's face was more than telling that something was very much off about the Bard's condition, to which Angelus lifted up the bard, bridal style, and said, "Very well. Let's get you somewhere quickly..."

And with that, began to make haste to the nearest bathroom, asking along the way, "Any suspicions on what caused the onset of this ailment?"

BlackHarte | A.I. Vermillion

Vermilion's form shifted silently, not quite sure what to say; even if her face directly expressed indigence, "...So....Care to explain the cause of these homicidal tendencies, or are you just that apathetic to the Users' lives? I do remember you being a part of the Mage in Red once. I take it you bear his will as well?"

Cautiously, her BanHammer appeared in her hands, and a silent signal was sent to both Alpha[2] and Dimitri in case things began to take a turn for the ugly....

[1] SEE WHAT I DID THAR?
[2] here's why I quoted you Shaun

Rising Dawn: Brig: Rugal, Annie, Deadshot

As Ton Ton peeked in at Rugal while he, Cadolbolg and Caim left, Rugal slowly closed the Brig door behind him and locked it.
"...Soooooo...When is Lunch? I'm starving?" Deadshot said, prompting a Murderous Glare[/sup]TM[/sup] from Rugal.
"...Shutting up." She said as Rugal brought over a chair to sit down on.
"Misunderstood, huh? See, While I'd normally laugh off a comment like that, the fact of the matter is: You knew full well what you were doing. You Understood where we were docked, You Understood how to get on board our ship, you Understood what you were after and you Understood how to get it. In fact, I think there was only one thing you didn't understand about this entire operation." He went on as he began pulling out thick metal pipes, A can of something that looked like fuel, Duct Tape and several other pieces of equipment.
"...Mind if I...Stay outside for this?..." Deadshot asked, clearly wondering if he was next.

"Now before I begin, I have one question: Who was S'zami?" He asked as he calmly began filling an empty cup with whatever was in that can.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

"Hm? Oh, Ton Ton? No-No, not at all, come in..." David said as he sat up in his bed (Though it was clear that he was about to drop off before he knocked).
When the Tonberry came in, he saw David throwing back on his running top, showing dozens of scars he had received since he joined the Crew.
"*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwnnnn*...Sorry about the mess, don't get too much time to sleep in here so Cleaning is often the last thing on my mind. Sup?"

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Rugal, Annie, Deadshot, Whomever Else

Making enemies with the word didn't exactly go into your favor. Things like this was bound to happen, and Annie was fully prepared.
As for the time being, Rugal asked Annie in a very strict tone, "Now before I begin, I have one question: Who was S'zami?"

Annie was staring right into Rugal's eyes, the tensity rising but the girl never changing her expression. Suddenly, she slowly shifted her face to the side and spoke like she didn't care. "Who knows."

That is all was said, as Annie kept things to herself and not breaking a sweat. Well, one sweat drop fell from the side of her head, Annie taking slow breathes from her nostrils. It is the session of a soldier bearing one's sanity and overcoming the fear of facing torture where the mind must work against it's natural instinct to break free, cry, or panic.

She may of looked bored, but she knew better. Whatever Rugal planned, it was going to hurt. A lot.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

"*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwnnnn*...Sorry about the mess, don't get too much time to sleep in here so Cleaning is often the last thing on my mind. Sup?"

Ton Ton only shook his head quietly before hopping onto the bed and making his equipment disappear in a poof of black smoke. After settling, the Tonberry gave a small sigh, "I apologize for disturbing your slumber, but you the first I came upon when I was looking for someone, anyone that I thought could understand my plight..."

The Tonberry looked down to the floor for a moment, before beginning again, "Mr. West, when there's something happening that you think is bad, and you don't know if you can really stop it, is it still a good idea to try? I usually say Yes, to this question, but given the circumstances stacked against me, I do not know if I'd come out triumphant... Things used to be a simpler in serving my Mistress. I knew what was bad and what was good very easily. Right now though, I'm afraid my heart might waver in light of this..."

Ton Ton paused again, thinking of how to put the words together correctly without waxing to philosophical, and then decided the simple method was probably the best, and continued, "Regarding the giant woman, Rugal has decided that torture would be the best method of interrogating her. I don't agree with that at all, even if her actions are reprehensible, and I want to stop it... But I don't know if I can. Even with my pact powers, engaging with Rugal to cease and desist could end badly for both myself and the cohesive nature of our party. If I go in, Cadolbolg would follow, as would Caim, Angelus and Mr. Devon. And Rugal has his allies as well, so it'd be one big mess!"

Burrowing his face in his paws, the little creature cried out, "I don't know what to do! Should I just enschew my morals and allow this, even if it is a person who's done wrong; and the intent is good? Or do I fight and possibly drag us all down? Neither path is very good to me. And not to mention what would the Mistress say if she knew I didn't do anything about this..."

Rising Dawn: Brig: Rugal, Annie, Deadshot

"Obviously, not you. What about you? You know who she was?" Rugal asked Deadshot as he finished filling his cup.
"...Unlikely, barely anyone tells me their name." He honestly answered as he watched on, really not looking forward to his turn.
"Well, guess I'll tell you then. Remember when you stuck a woman with a poisoned black in the Canteen? Humanoid-Feline, Brown fur, wore a brown robe?...Ring any bells?..." He innocently asked as he walked over with the cup.
"...No? Perhaps a drink might help with the concentration?"

Before she could answer, Rugal gripped her by the jaw with his hand, holding her mouth open and tilting her head before slowly pouring the contents into her mouth.
Once the entire cup was poured, he then held it shut with his hand, letting start drowning.
"Whoa....Errrr....That's...."Creative"..." Deadshot stammered in his cell, seeing how Rugal seemed to have enough for the both of them.
"I used this trick on this deadbeat in Vietnam, tried to rob me this one time. I think that was before she were even born!" He laughed, clearly enjoying this.
"He lasted 2 whole minutes before he died. How long will you last? 1...2...3...4..."

Now of course, he was going to let off right before she passed out, but when you are drowning like this, 10 seconds seemed like forever.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

Rugal's gripe was tight, and Annie was powerless to fight it- let alone move her face. The oil in her mouth was causing her to be nauseated with the metallic taste in her mouth, the substance sitting there as her throat refused to let any pass through. Her legs began to kick a bit, and with the shackles holding her arms back... she couldn't pull Rugal's arm away.

Tears strolled down her face, the suffocation being unbearable at it's fullest. Her lungs felt like they were to burst, her chest heavy and Annie beginning to have some leak from Rugal's hand and yet the gripe again was to tight, it mainly stood there washing around the girl's mouth. Her nostrils were plugged too unfortunately, and the worst part is- that it's only been 20 seconds.

The body now shaking and Annie's whimpers were heard from the oil suffocating her even more on dangerous levels, the fumes from the oil itself was making her throat burn. Her eyes fully open now looking at Rugal, Annie had a very tense face with wrinkles around the brow and pupils vibrating from the lack of oxygen.

The chains were being pulled with the 'clanking' noise as Annie fought her best to try getting Rugal's hand away from her mouth. She was personally feeling the verge of death, 40 seconds being the longest she's gown without breathing period. "hhg-ngnggg."

She accidentally swallowed some, violently wanting to spit the oil out now more then ever.

Rising Dawn: Brig: Rugal, Annie, Deadshot

"......Okay....Dude....I think she gets it....Man, Come on. She's like fucking 15 or something...Come on, Christ Damn, you're going to kill her. Fuck!" Deadshot began objecting, sure, he wasn't exactly a saint, Hell, he nearly killed an entire slum for money, but this was starting to distress him a little, seeing how he was most likely next in line.
Right as the eyes began to roll into Annie's head, Rugal let up, releasing her head and allowing her to spit it out.
"That is what we in this world call "Premium Gasoline". It's used in several domestic vehicles worldwide. While this airship has no use for it, I estimate there is around 1000 gallons in our Storage bay..." He said as he went to fill another cup.
"Let's face it, outside of your..."Power", you are woefully unprepared for the risks of being a Soldier. If you are nothing without that...Monster, Then you are nothing with it." He said as he walked back and grabbed her by the hair to lift her head up to face him.
"I was going to ask you who you worked for, why did you feel the need to take that Nail and why you felt like killing my friend...

...But I realized, I just don't care." He said before letting go and returning to his bag of toys.
"Even if I get what I want from you, they'll just send another agent. And I'll repeat this entire song and dance with him/her and get the same answer. So I'll wait for that Agent then. You? You are just for leisure. And Vengeance." He said as he pulled out a roll of Duct Tape and began to gag her mouth.
"Hell, you might even be still around to watch me do this to that agent. Deep Breath..." He said before holding her head back again and slowly pouring the fuel over the tape to Water-board her.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

"I apologize for disturbing your slumber, but you the first I came upon when I was looking for someone, anyone that I thought could understand my plight..."
Mr. West, when there's something happening that you think is blah, and you don't blah if you can really blah it, is it still a good idea to Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...."
While he was keen to help out his friend, the fact that has competely and utterly wrecked made even that simple task hard as he seemed to be in a near constant state of nearly nodding off.
...Isn't he basically a Care Bear or something?... He thought before reality kicked in.

"And not to mention what would the Mistress say if she knew I didn't do anything about this..."
"...Well...Ummmm...Whatever the case....errr...Trrrryyyy Asking Slindis? She's good on matters of...stuff and...things...Oh! And Jenny! She's Awesome...in a way...That...would...Help you in this situation...
...That help?"
Ton Ton merely looked extremely confused at David's Ramblings.
"...One moment..." He said before he walked into his En Suite and turned on the shower.
He then came back down, dripping wet in ice cold water in a bid to keep himself awake as well as Detox a little.
"R-r-r-right...Once more, with Feeling..."

*One Repeated Dialogue tree later*

"...Alright, Well, back in my Army days, We tried to leave Torture as a last retort. Like, in situations were there was a Bomb like, 10 seconds away from going off. But here? It's Torture for Tortures sake. Don't get me wrong, It HAS saved a few lives, including my own, But I should be used only when everything else fails.
See, it's...kinda like...Using...Annnn Ax. To cut, say, Meat. Sure, it works but at the end, you could have done the same with the Knife. Which in this case would be...Talking?...I guess..."
An awkward silence filled the air.
"....Did anything I just say make any sense?"

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

When Rugal allowed her to spit, she immediately leaned all the way where her head was almost touching the ground as a splatter of the car gasoline was on the floor, along with some spit seeping down Annie's lip. She coughed, her body shaking and the breathing so loud even Deadshot can hear the gasps along with a bit of coughs along the way.

"Let's face it, outside of your..."Power", you are woefully unprepared for the risks of being a Soldier. If you are nothing without that...Monster, Then you are nothing with it."

He grabbed her hair, forcing her body to tilt up as she was brought to look at this man's face once more. She was still breathing hard, but her eyes were as wide as ever when he resumed, "Even if I get what I want from you, they'll just send another agent. And I'll repeat this entire song and dance with him/her and get the same answer. So I'll wait for that Agent then. You? You are just for leisure. And Vengeance."

He placed Duck Tape on her mouth, making her gag and feel like a wreck remembering the torture from before. Even though she had a lot of will power and trained through out her life in hand to hand... she was deeply not prepared for this. The barriers around her mind were going haywire, her mind unable to think properly as she saw what Rugal was doing next.
"Hell, you might even be still around to watch me do this to that agent. Deep Breath..."

He laid her down forcefully, with the back of the head to the ground as she was right to the wall with the shackles locked on her wrists, ankles, and neck. Then the oil poured down onto the tape, the splashes wetting her face and dripping down her neck. This was actually worse then the previous torture because some was in fact leaking through and Annie had to force it from reaching her throat. It felt like she was drowning, the massive amounts just building up and making Annie tear at Rugal's hand with no success.

Her legs began kicking but this time it was rapid thrusts and the hands, even though shackled- were pulling to reach Rugal's hand and bring this to a stop. Didn't help, didn't work at all. Annie's eyes were closed since some was spraying into her face, the layer of gasoline making it's way and clogging every chance of Annie getting a breathe in. Her feet couldn't even reach Rugal despite she desperately tried kicking him, the shackles to strong for her to break loose. The timing felt like forever, the seconds dragged on as Annie was dying from this. She even tried yanking her head away, having the shackle around her neck choke her more and all the while Rugal kept the can pouring down. Her face was flooded with the oil now, her upper chest soaked with oil and the wrists/neck/ankles had deep marks from the shackles since she fought against the chains, keeping her still.

The oil was burning her mouth, lips, especially the throat. It made the nostrils flare up too, and the stomach feel like it was filled with acid.

This was hell. Annie's mind was no longer calm, observant, nor logical. She was at a desperate level, the body unable to withstand this as it reacted by moving in every way, anyway to get away from the oil from being poured on the duck tape at Annie's mouth.

With one loud cry, Annie managed to scream like someone had a stuffed bag over her head.
"NNuuhh-uuhhgghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
"NNuuhhhh-uuuhhnnggnnhhhhhhhhh!!"

Rising Dawn: Brig: Rugal, Annie, Deadshot

As the minutes rolled by, Deadshot began pacing in his cell, seeing how he was an unwilling audience to this.
While he was concerned for her, it was more that he might get a round right after her.
And if the woman with the crazy ass Hulk-like Superpowers can't hack it, what hope did he have?!
Once again, using the rolling of her eyes as a visual cue to stop, Rugal let off just in time for her to not die, though by that point, He bet that she wished he didn't.
"...Hey?...Hanging in there?...Good. I was worried tha-....Oh, who am I kidding? My act wasn't fooling you, was it? Deadshot, you falling for this shit?" He asked, letting Annie know he could have killed her and would have.
"...." he didn't answer, worried that his response would cause him to go next.
"..Fine! Be that way!" He said before pulling Annie off the ground, now soaked wet in Fuel and spasmming.
"So...Did I finally get though to you?...Yes?...No...Maybe?" He asked, not bothering to take the Tape off and actually allow her to give a proper answer.
"...Is that a No I hear? Do you want to go Again? Hey, DeadShit I think she wants to go again."
"...I....Highly doubt that is the case."
"What? She's not saying Yes, is she?" He asked, ignoring if she was actually saying yes or not.
"Alright then...Round 2. Fight!" He said before repeating the Waterboard process another time.
It wasn't about S'Zami anymore, it was because he could.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

"Alright then...Round 2. Fight!"

The waterboarding with gasoline began once again, another full can being slowly poured down on the already drenched Annie with her getting less and less time to take in breathes before the torture began. She was so worn out already, her kicks were minimal and the thrashing around was slowly down, but still present.

A few times today, she has came close to death. She already wanted to be dead by now, the thought process being overwhelmed by not only the suffocation but also because she hardly got much oxygen in, Annie had little in her mind to think clearly period.

"HHaganngghh!!" Annie cried out, a very painful one with her eyes narrowed, expressed like she was getting her ribs crushed, her stomach rippled inside. That's how it feels to be waterboarded... you're drowning with this technique and it can happen over and over without killing the person if the investigator deemed it so.

Rugal was really getting at it, tilting the can so more gushed out over Annie's face and the oil was sprinkling all over the floor like rain now. Annie could even hear her heart pulsing wildly in her ears, her throat burnt up where the crying was faint and fragile, the tongue numb from the oil stripping the nerves off the surface and the taste sickening. More tears dropped down from Annie's eyes, as she was being drowned, vision going blurry just as the other two times. She couldn't even last longer then the first two times, the body breaking itself down from trying to grasp air when there was none. Her sides hurt more then anything, and the skin getting slightly pale from losing so much oxygen in such a short time. Her hair was a mess too, the car gasoline staining the trends of hair and making it sticky and awfully dirty. No longer could she utter a sound, without anything to ease the burning she was going mute and fighting around with shackles on made the skin have such terrible bruises that without her ability to regenerate fast, they may off sank into the skin as scars.

I want to die. Annie begged in her mind, the struggle picking up as she really fought Rugal now but was losing nether the less, not even making Rugal have to work to keep this going.
I want to die. Let me die, I ... I- want to die. ..I want to die. Just, let me die..!

Though it may not seem she'd be given that opportunity. Who knew how long this would really go on for.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

Rugal was smiling during the whole process as he went for another can-
"STOP IT! STOP YOU SICK FUCK ARYAN PRICK!" Deadshot shouted before throwing that head Shawn planted in his cell at the Remaining cans, spilling their contents before Rugal could use them.
He didn't care if he was going next, he just wanted what was happening to stop.
"......."
But the second the German faced him, his expression said it all.
Instead of getting an unending amount of sheer pain, Rugal merely laughed and shook his head.
"....Alright...If it means that much to you...We'll finish for now..." He merely answered, liking the idea of more or else torturing both Mass Murders at once.
"As for you...The next time my associates asks you a question, you think long and hard about my friend S'zami..." He warned before tearing the Duct Tape off and leaving the room, taking the Empty Cans and the rest of his Bag of Toys with him, leaving Annie in a sorry state.
He didn't even use half of it this session.

Once he had left, Deadshot glanced over at Annie.
"Hey! Hey, Come on! Snap out of it! Come on!" He urged her, really holding onto the idea that he wouldn't be in that same position in a few hours.
"Oh god, oh shit, this is FUCKED UP! I don't want to fucking die to some Nazi Prick with a Torture Fetish!" COME ON! WAKE UP FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He pleaded, laying down and trying to reach out and shake her awake, just about grabbing one of her arms before pulling her closer to his cell.

Teri | That Damn Comic Sans Envelope | Sadei

Sadei's inquisitive nature drew forth a few more questions along with some cooperation with Teri's shadow. "I know it's confusing, but I was thinking of how it got here as well. You have anything, Tama?"

Teri's contact was met with a rather frentic Tajuh shouting back at Teri. "I don't know what you're after, Gravel, but I need all of my focus! Currently engaging the Gradosian's best fleets, and Odds are that that SHapiro's working here as well!" There was the flashing of more than a few shots that were barely missed, and the man was also directing some other people in the combat. Where would he have had the time to send the letter?

Cz | Jenny | Slindis

She tried patting Jenny on the shoulder in symphathy. "I know you meant it in the best way, okay? It just didn't come across the best, but I'm sure it didn't come across too harslly.

Am I right, Siz? Jenny's one of the sweetest members of this ship, so it does come naturally to her. Think of her as the mother figure if that helps." Slindis embraced Jenny lightly to communicate the point that Jenny was highly respected by her before letting Siz get her two Copper in.

Slindis retorted back rather calmly to Siz, even if the words were anything but calm. "If you were to try ending us, you would find it a hollow fight. One that would end up leaving this planet with very dangerous enemies and very few to fight them with. Is that a risk you'd take? After all, you do claim to want to keep it safe." If nothing else, it was clear that she was rather passionate about doing what she could to help all those around her.

She took a few breaths to recompose herself before reassuring Jenny. "I fully meant that. You may get a bit too drunk with your alcohol, but you are the soul of this ship. I don't say this lightly, but I think we all could learn a lot from you in both the good aspects and the few vices you allow yourself.

Not that I mean to preach, but I've learned enough to be wary of any drink I couldn't serve myself. Indeed, it was the main reason I carried around a cursed belt in my bag before it was destroyed."

Ella | Constance

Constance's vanishing certainly left Ella off-guard, but there was something a bit...off...about the area even after the Vampire left with the ship. SHe couldn't place it, but it was like some kind of tightness in her chest. By itself it was nothing too bad, but the ship was surprisingly quiet considering what had happened earlier.

And quiet? Quiet was bad. Especially with this ship having so many imps that would usually be running around the ship.

Devon | Angie | Mel

The more Devon walked, the more he seemed to stagger or trip up - something that was incredibly odd, seeing as Caim had mentioned how well-fitted the armor was for Devon. Not only that, the shift in the face was becoming a bit more pronounced, making him look rather slender? He was breathing in short, pained gasps, and the sound of metal shifting around was certainly present.

"...Ugh...those tacos really didn't treat me well..." His voice seemed lighter somehow, although Devon certainly didn't notice it with all of the pain he was going through all over. He didn't even notice a sealed envelope that fell to the floor - a note quickly retrieved, opened, and read by Melethia.

"I've never seen this language before, but whoever wrote it has really pretty handwriting... and yet, I'm really worried about it. What's in this?" She then folded the envelope and placed it in one of the pouches so it wouldn't get misplaced, but from her eyes tis looked like some kind of poison.

"Agh... Angie, do I sound okay? I'm sorry if I have to mess out on spell-weaving today..." It was almost like his voice was cracking? Shifting? His voice was beginning to fully match his now cute looking face.

"Redscale, we might wanna get him off to some other room... that armor's definitely changing, and I want to see what's happening underneath. Just because he's some silly bard doesn't mean he's joking around right now." WIth that, Melethia took a hand that was definitely a good deal slimmer than it had been a few moments ago and found it surprisingly easy to start tugging Devon towards Angie and Caim's room.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

Her ears were ringing, the kind of sound when all else is fading away. Annie couldn't even hear much apart from herself chocking on the gallons of oil flooding into the duck tape. Her fingers twitched, legs losing their will to kick anymore and her chest rising more but moving at a slower pace.

That was when something caused Rugal to stop, as he ripped the tape off Annie's lips. The girl began coughing up chunks of oil onto the floor, hailing for breath and shaking like crazy. She had to roll on her back and gasp, some oil flying upward as some was caught in her throat from the waterboarding.

Closing her eyes and turning her head, she suddenly fainted with her breathing still unbalanced. She was exhausted, mind blank and a total mess with most of her clothes, hair, especially the face being covered in car gasoline.

"Hey! Hey, Come on! Snap out of it! Come on!" The voice alone made Annie's eyes quiver, trying so very hard to stay awake and keep herself alert. The flushing noise was still echoing in her ears, the girl feeling her arm being pulled toward metal bars. It was Deadshot, for he had saved her from another session of Rugal's torture and was shouting at her.

"Oh god, oh shit, this is FUCKED UP! I don't want to fucking die to some Nazi Prick with a Torture Fetish!" COME ON! WAKE UP FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Annie, who was laying on her side just laid there with the eyes staring ahead like she was dead.
Her coughs felt forced, the crackling noise after each one showed how burnt her throat was, the fumes the oil caused kept making the girl's eyes watery and the breathing was continuously loud with heaves at the end.

The healing process took place. Her throat was being patched up slowly especially since she didn't have water to clear out the oils. The tongue was being repaired since the gasoline burned the surface off. The taste however did linger and the oil wouldn't be coming off of her hair, clothes, or most of her face.

Suddenly, she painfully but trying with all her will to bring her hand up to her face. She clenched her fist for only the thumb to stick out. Putting it up to her mouth, Annie opened it as much as she could despite her breathing was heavy. The meaty part below the thumb is where Annie sank her teeth into it as blood started oozing out.

... Nothing. She wasn't turning, wasn't having any vibe of transforming. Annie didn't even consider (or care) about the fact the shackle on her neck would of broken the girl's neck if she did change- but the matter was her body needed to regain it's strength. From such measurements of stress, torture, and pain inflicted on the body... she was overall exhausted thus couldn't turn. Then again no matter what power you have, going through that would leave you being utterly weak from doing anything.

To Annie though, she demanded to change. She bit harder, sinking her teeth until the blood gushed out and was pouring down her lip and a little pool was lying at the side of her hand. The teeth were even digging through the muscle, willing to reach the bone if she must. She kept going, no matter how much it hurt and Annie closed her eyes wanting more then anything to turn now.

She couldn't do it. Not at this time.

Tears streamed down but this wasn't from almost drowning or the pain she was inflicting on herself- let alone the unquestionable pains she was left with from the chest hurting, the sides killing her, feeling light headed, mouth and throat just burning harshly... it was from the fact she endured that and couldn't turn to fight Rugal or escape. The pain of knowing you're not getting out of this. Annie still kept her teeth onto the thumb, hoping maybe a chance she could. Still nothing happened. She curled up once it was cleared and shook, the tiny whispering cries.. escaping the girl's mouth where only someone as close as Deadshot could hear it.

The Good Doctor.
Annie, Deadshot and the Wanderer/Doctor S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

The Wanderer was making his way to the brig carrying a nice bag of his instruments.
Instruments to make people sing, instruments to comfort.
Seeing the big red machine called Rugal walk out of the door with empty sounding cans and his own bag of toys.
Clicking his tongue the Wanderer simply said a sentence as he walked away. "A villain till the end." He said towards the large back of the man, but he did not hear the next thing. "That is what is going to get you and the people you love, killed." Wanderer said to himself as he opened the door to the brig.

Witnessing the scene, he could tell what happened. Oil water glittered on the floor and numerous other things our Wanderer did not wish to describe or even think what happened. Yet a image remained in his mind, something he has seen all too much. In the Wastes he sometimes had to torture people for information, he only did it to his enemies and if he did he would usually grant their wishes of dying or mercy. Usually the good Doctor would prefer to just heal and remedy people and if he had to torture them he would prefer to do it mentally.

This was one of the rare times he feels sympathy towards someone who has caused great evil towards civilization and others. The two prisoners could see a man in a Doctor outfit come by with a bag, wearing nice black shades and a weird machine on his right arm. Deadshot knew who this was, but Annie had no idea who this was. Stopping by Deadshot's cell, he grabbed the irritated water and severed head from before and kicked a bottle of something that will make him more then comfortable with what just happened.

"Try to forget what happened here ... for now at least, and keep quiet for a while." Shawn spoke quietly as he moved on to the main attraction of the ship so far, the way she was locked up did remind him of a circus. Opening the cell and placing his bag down besides the door, he examined her with his blue glowing eyes. Confirming what has happened to her, including her self harm the Wanderer began to talk. "Well you must be our newest ... member. I am Doctor S, or Wanderer. Basically I am a man of many titles, maybe one day you might hear my real name ..." Doctor S said but Annie seemed to still be worried.

"And no, I am not here to make you sing. I mean torture is a terrible way to gain information ... honestly I think people like to do it for fun. Sure some people are stupid and still try to get information but ... nah, it should never be the way ... well at least physical torture." The Doctor started to ramble as he gathered his Doctor supplies out and pulled out a water bottle ... which is purified this time around.

Rolling the bottle of water towards her, he nodded. "That is simple clean water, I think you might want to clear your throat now while I do this ... ahh, do not worry about these. I'm simply testing chemicals which comfort people and heal them at the same time." Shawn said but once more confronted distrust with annie. "Hehe, you are not the first subject of this thought ... in fact, I TRIED IT the first time and man ... good stuff ... well I did pass out once but I think I worked that bug out." The Doctor smiled sincerely as he lined up his tools.

"Since I am the good Doctor, it would be nice to gain your permission to do this." The Wanderer asked. Even as a person who preferred to kill 'evil', he still obeyed the rules of the medical industry.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Deadshot, Rugal, Annie, Whomever Else

Annie was still out of it, quite so and the hand letting out steam for the wound to be regenerated. Then this man came in, making her body jolt and eyes shot up staring at the Wanderer despite she didn't move physically. "Well you must be our newest ... member. I am Doctor S, or Wanderer. Basically I am a man of many titles, maybe one day you might hear my real name ..."

Annie began to sweat, the oil covering most of her and seeing the doctor's bag... was he taking over for Rugal.
Her heart began to race, her mind having so many questions in mind. Her breathing was escalating.

"And no, I am not here to make you sing. I mean torture is a terrible way to gain information ... honestly I think people like to do it for fun. Sure some people are stupid and still try to get information but ... nah, it should never be the way ... well at least physical torture." That statement made her feel more on edge, since why would he be here otherwise? To experiment on her? Collect 'samples'? Annie regretted not killing the crew when she could, let alone escape without having her titan's form's head shot clearly off.

"That is simple clean water, I think you might want to clear your throat now while I do this ... ahh, do not worry about these. I'm simply testing chemicals which comfort people and heal them at the same time."

... Annie paused in thought, looking at the clean water. The way it washed up inside the bottle whenever moved, the clear texture and the way Annie's throat was burning. She gazed at it like an icon, and desired it so badly. She wanted to speak, plead for the bottle... yet her voice was all damaged from drowning in the gasoline. Her hands shook, one sliding against the ground trying to reach it from the Doctor while shaking.

"Hehe, you are not the first subject of this thought ... in fact, I TRIED IT the first time and man ... good stuff ... well I did pass out once but I think I worked that bug out." She swallowed, not from fear of what the Doctor said but just really craving that water. It was a very sad moment, seeing how broken down Annie was. You could totally sympathize with her despite her crimes.

"Since I am the good Doctor, it would be nice to gain your permission to do this."
With her heart pouring out into her body in trying to get it to function... she nodded despite being that weak where she was still laying in the same position almost paralyzed. Plus she was traumatized too from Rugal's waterboarding.

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal

After his session with Annie was done, Rugal cleaned himself up before going over the report he would hand over to UNIT when they came to collect both Deadshot and Annie, Deadshot for causing Terrorist Attacks all over the state of San Andreas, Annie for going Godzilla on the City.
Enlisting Dimitri for the Job, he began setting out certain requirements and comments, having the AI help draft them for him.
"-Subject "Annie DotDotDotDotDot [.....]" is deemed an extreme threat...Also, "Enhanced Interrogation Techniques" were...utilized...during her stay...So there is that..." he sighed, the AI noticing that he was drinking his usual dose of wine straight from the bottle for once.
That and his usual doze seemed to have increased by 2 whole wine bottles.
"Oh, Write this down next: "Subject should be close to releasing information on her allies and group, as well as their motives...use....Enhanced Interrogation Techniques"..." He said, seeming to hate saying those words all of a sudden as he walked around his room, pacing almost.
"...Viscu-...Dimitri...Is there anything else Mr Richardson at UNIT requires?..." he asked, nearly mistaking the Butler for his former Cartel AI.

Rising Dawn: Hallway: Slindis, Jenny[/b]

"...Gee...Thanks, Slin." Jenny beamed, even when the Drow brought up her rather lightweight tendencies with Booze and the hijinxs that occur.
"Still, I think you do a great job yourself. I mean, if I'm what's keeping us together, then you're what's keeping us alive! Just....Well...I do wish I could return to the old Clinic back in New York, feels like years since I've been there..." She sighed, missing her quiet life a therapist, away from all the madness that usually follows the Rising Dawn.
"Just...A cursed belt?...What, did you hit people who spiked your drink with it or something?"

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Annie, Shawn

Deadshot was at first glad she was alive, not because he was getting attached in any way, just for proving that he did have a chance in hell of living though that.
"....Hey, what are you-OHHHH...ohhhhh, Ow...What the hell-...Dude, Why did you-..." He then cringed as Annie attempted to enter her Titan form by biting down on her thumb.
After a minute of chewing on it in an extremely painful fashion, She seemed to break down.
"...Hey, hey. Listen, it's over now. Easy, eaasssyyyy..." He said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, retching slightly from the thick smell of Gasoline.
"I want you to remember this: I'll won't let that happen to you again, you hear me?"

The moment was ruined when Shawn walked in, prompting Deadshot break off the embrace to shout "ohhhhh "Good Cop, Bad Cop" Huh. Well listen to me you fuck shitting prick! FUCK YOUR FRIEND! FUCK UNIT! AND GIVE ME BACK MY PAYCHEC--...What ar-..."
He trailed off as Shawn began to do the "Good" part of "Good Cop", giving Annie a drink to help clear her throat.
"Sure some people are stupid and still try to get information but ... nah, it should never be the way ... well at least physical torture."
"...So that's why I woke up with a Severed Head in my face?..." He snidely said, still sore about how Annie was just treated and the fact that his track record with Shawn wasn't much better.

Teri | That Damn Comic Sans Envelope | Sadei

"Sorry! Hanging up!"

Teri ended the call quickly after seeing more battle on Tajuh's end, still confused by the turn of events. And that was when Dimitri appeared on the Tablet screen with a small wave, "Greetings Madam. I trust everything is all right, aside from the envelope business? We do have cameras on ship, you know..."
"Yeah, everything's fine. What's the deal?"
"Oh, just requesting your assistance in aiding The Lone Wanderer with a check up on the persons in the Brig. Need to make sure both are in humane conditions, after all."
"Good point. I'll there right away."
"Very well, I'll be in the mainframe if you need me."

The screen went black after that, and after Teri mounted her wolf, she continued the mental conversation with Sadei and "Tama",

"たま? What're you talking bout, kid? I'm the Shadow, the True Self? Embodiment of inner darkness and shit? The hell kind of name is Japanese for 'Ball'?"
"You remember our Japanese lessons?"
"Of course I do! I'm you!"
"Points aside, it's a cute enough name. You're typically a little fat goldfish..."

"Aren't we getting a little off topic? Letter, remember? As fancy thing that popped out of fucking nowhere? I really dunno, kid. Seems like the kind of thing Authors do. Lord knows We did that a lot when this all started."
"That's right. It is kinda like a letter from an Author... But who? We don't know any of them being active aside from Devon, and Jake went dark again... Who else would know about Otohime..?"
"You sure you didn't bring it up with the Feathery Asshole?"
"I'm not sure.. Maybe?"

Devon | Angie | Mel

"Will do." Following in Melethia's direction, Angelus kept up the bridal carry of her student, and put him down on the bed before nodding to Melethia,

"You know more about armor than I do, Melethia. I'm afraid you'll have to be the one to do the unequipping... Hang on, Devon, we'll try to get to the bottom of this..."

As Melethia began to take the armor off the poor lad, Angelus went to grab a washcloth to wet and put on Devon's forehead.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Caim and Cadolbolg were well on their way after Angelus and Melethia; a tad confused about the change in direction....

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal

Dimitri's avatar appeared on the Terminal and shook his head, "Did you already make the reports regarding what data we've gathered about her? The maneuvering gear she had, and the shape shifting abilities? Ah, we have. Good.... Otherwise, no sir."

There was a pause as Dimitri sorted through the data (as well as had another bottle come in for Rugal to sample), and the AI brought up a very pertinent question,

"I must inquire, how do you expect to break the news to the rest of the crew regarding your methods of choice? After all, there's bound to be someone aside from yourself going to the Brig...Such as Her Ladyship, whom is currently on her way to check up on the Prisoner's conditions. We can't just have them dying on us, now can we?

After all, with S'zami's death partially being on Her Ladyship's hands, or at least blaming herself for it, I would believe her Ladyship would want to keep others in pristine, (or as best applicable) condition. And with my prime directive being to ensure my creator's mental state is intact, I say this kills two birds with one stone, now doesn't it?"

Dimitri allowed that pause to let the implications of his statements hang heavy in the air before porting himself back to the Mainframe, no doubt in preparation for Rugal to destroy the terminal. Couldn't lose all that precious data.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

Ton Ton did his best to decode what David was saying, and came to the solution, "So you're saying what he is doing is, well, overdoing it..."
Maybe I should have seeked out someone else aside from Mr. West... I don't know if he's going to take action or not...

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Annie, Shawn, Teri

After a bit of a trot on Garm, Teri made her way into the Brig (and parked her wolf buddy outside), her satchel and spell casting at the ready. However, what she did not expect was the condition of Annie, slumped on the ground, a hauntingly similar picture painted from a time long since passed (even with the addition of Shawn trying to attend to Annie)...

"Ain't nothing gonna stop me. Remember that.
So, Fingers or Toes?"

Teri backed against a wall, a hand covering her mouth in horror at the obvious spectacle as she began to cough dryly, bile wanting desperately to escape her digestive system, the Shadow in her mind being the only semblance of stability when it screamed,

"HOLD STEADY! She needs Our help, not for you to panic!"

Teri gave a small nod to the disembodied voice in her head and pulled out a trio of water bottles from her bag, taking one to shakily drink for her own. After a few deep gulps, Teri forced herself up and slowly put one of the water bottles through the cell bars to Deadshot, and asked with a wavering voice, "For you... C-c-could you please explain what happened here? Mr. Wanderer, I have a water bottle for her too, here. D-d-dimitri sent me to check in, b-b-but I wasn't expecting t-t-this.... Mr. Wanderer, what can I do to help?"

Even after handing off the bottle to Wanderer, Deadshot (as well as Annie and Wanderer, if they cared to look) could see Teri physically shaking at the sight of what happened to Annie. Even so, Deadshot could still feel the healing aura wash over himself and Annie, if in a somewhat unstable manner as the Cleric's current physical state. Obviously, she had not come expecting the sight before her. In fact, if any of them looked closely enough, they might have noticed she looked ready to cry (if it wasn't from the coughing). None the less, the Aura was beginning to take away what pain either were feeling the more they stayed basked in it.

Teri | That Damn Comic Sans Envelope | Sadei

Sadei giggled as a figment of her tried shaking Tama's hand in Teri's mind. Was she actually getting along with Teri's Shadow? "You want to be seen as an equal, right? Calling you Shadow isn't gonna help, and you wouldn't slit your own mama's throat for a nickel. I think that's that Deadshot guy's thing.

I don't really know who could have sent it, but that writing's really crisp. They should teach the others here."

Cz | Jenny | Slindis

Slindis let out an awkward laugh as she tried explaining about the belt she'd once had. "The belt's a long story, but I was only going to let the man reap what he'd sown on so many other women after drugged drinks. I don't really see how I've kepteveryone alive, though. I just did what any of you would have done in the same place if you had the same tools.

I can do what I can to get you back at that clinic, though. Sometimes it's better to do the small things that help everyone, especially because people always forget about them."

Ella | Constance

Ella saw Caim and Cadolbolg running off somewhere near her, and something told her that she needed to follow them. She wasn't quite sure what the feeling was, exactly, but that same gut had gotten her to Devon and out of hell, then later back into the safe embrace of the Rising Dawn.

Devon | Angie | Mel

Melethia's removal of the man's armor started revealing very odd things. Legs that, although hairy, were a lot slimmer than before for one. These led into slightly flared out hips that segued into a toned stomach that seemed cinched in by a corded belt, but the swellings on the chest led the two there to realize one thing: Devon might be many things, but a man he was no longer.

Of course, Devon's reaction was a relatively calm one considering what heshe was seeing. "Why?! Why did this happen to me?! I was just trying to find out what happened, and I really didn't want to see any more bloodshed... ANd they do this? Angie, is this some kind of joke? Mel, did you slip something into my food?" It was pretty clear that this shook the man to his core, and an Alter Self spell he tried using fizzled out before it could shift him back. The next few moments that he had, though, were stuck in a shocked silence.

Melethia, though, wasn't really quite sure what to make of all this. After all, she was sure that Devon had been a man all those times she'd seen him... Was the bard just really good at disguises?

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Teri, Deadshot, Annie, Wanderer, Whomever Else

Annie, despite the burning sensations in her eyes too since the oil was all over her face including the eyelids- she was wondering who was holding her. Glancing back with all the strength she could manage, she saw that Deadshot was holding her. In fact, a memory of his words were triggered in her mind. "I want you to remember this: I'll won't let that happen to you again, you hear me?"

Annie usually never seeks this type of affection, let alone sympathy... but she didn't mind it at all. She was in fact confused as to why Deadshot would comfort a complete stranger like her especially after seeing what she did to the crew.

... Then, out of nowhere the girl from before when Annie fought the crew as a titan showed up. She remembered seeing her for some reason, healing the others. That very girl was here offering not just Deadshot a water bottle but her too.

bluerocker:
"For you... C-c-could you please explain what happened here? Mr. Wanderer, I have a water bottle for her too, here. D-d-dimitri sent me to check in, b-b-but I wasn't expecting t-t-this.... Mr. Wanderer, what can I do to help?"

With no resisting it, Annie pulled her arm up and sat upright with all the effort she could give off. However, because the oil was so slippery she slid across the bars and fell to her side like a shot animal. Teri could also see that the shackles were horribly bruising Annie's wrists, ankles, and neck. The layer of skin was even being rubbed off despite it was slowly regenerating. Annie when looking up to Teri caused an emotional reaction.

Obvious marks from immense crying was shown on Annie's face, the eyes somewhat bloodshot and her hair practically covered in gasoline making it messy, sticky, and the bangs covered the entire forehead of Annie. When trying to speak with Teri, all she could mumble was-

".. Ph-ah... water....." The look was a nightmarish sight... the voice was barely managing to hold it's own and Annie had no way of reaching closer because of the chains being at their limit, preventing her from even reaching Teri's hand. In doubt of much else, she scooted back only for Deadshot to wrap his arms around her again. Annie closed her eyes ever so worn out and shaking herself, the oil irritating the skin and the mouth looked awful- chapped lips, tongue that was chock-like black and when Annie breathed, it sounded like it was clogged up, crackling gasps where even the Wanderer had to tilt her head and forcefully let the water drop into Annie's mouth. With the touch of cold, clean water hitting her mouth... she didn't hesitate to drink it by placing both her hands onto the doctor's hands to help put more into her throat, cleansing the awful bitter taste of gasoline.

It also was obvious as to seeing the split gasoline puddle over the corner where Annie was at, the little puddle of blood where her hand was still healing the massive bite mark, and a bruised mark underneath her jaw since Rugal forced her to suffocate with the first waterboarding technique. After consuming the first water, Annie coughed hard and leaned over, trying to cover her mouth but was painfully coughing away from drinking so fast. She placed her head back and looked again at Teri.

She... and the doctor.. all of them feel sorry for me.... why? Annie was sure that everyone would of wanted her dead or for her to suffer through the tortures Rugal put her through. Annie shook with wide eyes remembering the horrors of oil hitting her face as it leaked through the duck tape.
"...." Placing both hands onto her face, she deeply tried forgetting but it was just so recent. And to think Rugal was going to continue if it wasn't for Deadshot. He might of even been watching the Brig through the cameras, let alone try erasing the footage of what took place.

You got the touch, I have the POOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEER! YEEEEAAH!!!
Annie, Deadshot, Teri and the Wanderer/Doctor S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Looking at Annie, she nodded. Surprised it seemed she was stuck or paralyzed from the Wanderer's position.
"Ah, excuse me for my lack of perception I was focusing on this formula ... it doesn't even have a name. Maybe I should test it more and then find out. The problem is that everyone on this ship is different. I'm mutated from radiation, you have transformation and regenerative powers and others have different powers." He spoke in a knowledgeable way as he picked up the water bottle and walked towards her.

Behind the Doctor was a large tube of clear liquid with sparkling particles within it, the tube was also surrounded by numerous amounts of powders, syringes and a few weird looking fruits. The Doctor knelt down in front of the captive Prisoner and opened her mouth and slowly poured the water in. Stopping before the point where it was too much, he capped the bottle and placed it besides her. "I will leave that there, if this thing works alright on you it will calm your nerves and overcome that paralysis you have there. Heck it might boost that regenerative thing you got going on there." He smiled as he walked back by the tube.

Then the Cleric Teri came in, turning to her he saw shaking and the familiar sight of holding back tears. Wondering about this, he was worried for the cleric and the Prisoner, yet she wanted to help. "Relevance" was the word that came first in the good Doctor's mind. Trying to overcome a past fear maybe, still the Wanderer could see a clear definition of both past and present at this scene. "(It is crazy how many of these people are hurt ... mentally and physically.)" The Wanderer thought as she asked what to do.

"I think he should drink the Whiskey first after what he has seen." The Doctor Wanderer spoke as he looked towards the Whiskey also in Deadshot's cell. "I feel that you have the touch for this stuff, but right now I'm going to try a formula that heals both mentally and physically. It also adjusts to said person I am giving it too. So right now I will appoint you as my assistant seeing as you got the healing touch. Basically I am going to give her the injection and document it. A good task for you is that you should help her if anything goes wrong with it. Sure it is a risk, but it will help her very much" Doctor S said as he began to focus on his captive patent again.

With Deadshot interrupting him, Shawn was annoyed. "Drink your sleeping juice. If we remember, you owe ME payment. I think I deserve something for that task. So right now, just stay quiet, I need silence to heal this fine girl." The Doctor said harshly as he spoke to Deadshot, clearly they know each other well. Yet there was still some sleeping powder in the Whiskey Shawn placed in his cell.

Picking up a small syringe and filled it up with the clear he looked at it very carefully. "Oh and I know you have that regenerative ability, I was the one who shot your head off with that beam thing. Ugh, sorry for that." He nervously said as the liquid in the syringe turned gold with the sparkles still inside. "Ah, so that is your colour. You know how I said that this liquid needs to adjust to the person, well it just did." The Doctor smiled brightly with delight as he came closer with the needle.

"This will sting a little, but it won't leave a mark. So keep calm and breath, I'll promise you to cook one of my specialty dishes after this." Doctor S said with his glowing eyes sparked with not only curiosity but with other unknown elements. Placing himself besides her, he examined her face to make sure she did not have any other variables that might ruin the injection. "You have beautiful eyes. Strange, I find myself relating towards you. New to this world, a lone survivor and someone who has many powers. Yet we both had faced hardships ..." The Wanderer said with honesty before looking away with embarrassment and coughed. "Sorry for that, let me just ... " He spoke while he injected the needle inside Annie's arm.

The gold liquid drained away as it went inside the arm. Pulling it out, the Doctor instantly cleaned the syringe and pulled out a small book. "Okay, I will examine what will happen and document it." Shawn said hoping that his would work.

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Wanderer, Teri, Deadshot, Annie, Whomever Else

"Ah, excuse me for my lack of perception I was focusing on this formula ... it doesn't even have a name. Maybe I should test it more and then find out. The problem is that everyone on this ship is different. I'm mutated from radiation, you have transformation and regenerative powers and others have different powers."

Annie wasn't exactly 'there' so to speak. Experiencing such a traumatic moment of being drowned by gasoline made her look disturbed, the eyes shallow and breathing uneven. Even so, thanks to Deadshot and the water she drank from the Wanderer... she was a bit at ease. Still she didn't trust anyone. How could she? Who knows what they really wanted from her...

"I feel that you have the touch for this stuff, but right now I'm going to try a formula that heals both mentally and physically. It also adjusts to said person I am giving it too. So right now I will appoint you as my assistant seeing as you got the healing touch. Basically I am going to give her the injection and document it. A good task for you is that you should help her if anything goes wrong with it. Sure it is a risk, but it will help her very much" ... Knew it. He wanted to 'experiment' on her. Annie had a dreadful look, one with lowered eyebrows and her face. Being a prisoner on this ship gave you no rights. You were subjected to whatever anyone wanted to do with you. But Annie couldn't complain, he did give her the water and Deadshot was there to ensure she would be safe. Plus this girl was watching though she didn't seem okay making Annie wonder if anyone knew about what Rugal was up to.

"Oh and I know you have that regenerative ability, I was the one who shot your head off with that beam thing. Ugh, sorry for that." Annie snapped a look at the Wanderer, her eyes staring coldly at him. So this was the man who caused her to stop and get captured by everyone else? If it wasn't for him... she would of gotten away.

Though Annie kept her personal emotions to herself. She had that 'bored' expression again despite what previously happened and just looked in front of her, paying no heed to anyone.

"Ah, so that is your colour. You know how I said that this liquid needs to adjust to the person, well it just did." Being curious and looking with the same expression- she did see that the syringe was golden with little lit specs inside. Was this because she had that titan power, or was it based off her own genetics?

Ether way, Annie didn't really care. She did however pick up on one of the doctor's lines.

"This will sting a little, but it won't leave a mark. So keep calm and breath, I'll promise you to cook one of my specialty dishes after this." Annie brought her back to the bars as much as possible, nervous as to what the doctor's injection will do to her. Wasn't much to do in resisting however, with her condition and being shackled down like this.

"You have beautiful eyes. Strange, I find myself relating towards you. New to this world, a lone survivor and someone who has many powers. Yet we both had faced hardships ..." The Wanderer just complimented Annie's eyes which threw the girl off. He also stated how they're alike without knowing little to noting of Annie personally. She would of spoke her mind, but the throat wasn't fully ready to be used, her vocal cords strained all as well. Again she would just have to bear with the doctor's rambling though she did look away with her eyes like a person does unknowing how to take in such positive compliments about themselves.

I can't believe this...

"Sorry for that, let me just ... " He spoke while he injected the needle inside Annie's arm. Annie squeezed her hand as the needle made it's way into the vein and pumped the fluids into Annie's bloodstream. Once that was done with, the doctor seemed closer now to Annie, fascinated with her rather then shunning her and wanting to see how a regular patient does with the 'experiment'.

"Okay, I will examine what will happen and document it."
Annie wasn't sure how to take any of this in. At first she really felt he would do more to her, probably dissect her since who cares since she's a criminal. But after a few seconds of waiting, Annie felt her skin resisting the oils and slowly absorbing it only for the natural skin's surface to appear. Teri's aura was also helping too... the steam was shrinking on Annie's hand as the aura helped heal that up completely with no trace of the bite mark. The mental state of Annie's was beginning to turn, putting her more in a state of observation. Mind sharp, heart beating normally, the entire body relaxing rather then shaken up.

Even Annie's memories were not fixated on Rugal. Rather, it was her surroundings and the fact she was taking easier breathes. Swallowing her saliva and tapping her lips against each other, she spoke to the Doctor.
"Haa... Hmm-" "Hmm."
"I'm feeling better. Thank you. Though I am unsure what you really plan to do with me."

She paused, only to give the Doctor a serious look. She recalled him saying how similar they were, and being lone survivors... "I'm not exactly like you. I failed as a warrior because I was captured by your crew. Now they, they..." She trailed off, her mental state isn't exactly recovered from the traumatic experience with Rugal yet.

She seemed very angry all of a sudden and looked up, looking at the Doctor as she said this.
"You all should of killed me before..." That was her statement before closing her eyes, only to bring forth that bored expression again and have another drink of her water. Though despite her skin took well to the oil, the gasoline still drenched her clothing and her hair.

She also was aware of Teri. Annie again was wondering what was going on her her mind, the tears noticeable on the girl's eyes.
Annie felt ashamed. Looking like this, having people feel bad for her... she really did fail at being a warrior.

Hurt feelings.
Annie, Deadshot, Teri and the Wanderer/Doctor S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Brig.

Listening to what Annie said next made the Doctor madly laugh just like a crazy professor from a cliche horror movie. "Ah haha, trust me if you did not fall down when you did, I would have killed you. As stable as I sound, I am probably the most insane person on this ship. Luckily enough I prefer to stick to being 'good' to say." He smiled as his hands were busy with packing up all of his doctoring equipment near the cell door.

"Also, everyone has a different definition of the word 'warrior'. Mine is about protecting the people who cannot protect themselves. To be the beacon of hope to everyone, but that definition depends on the place where you come from. In my world the world has ended, nations launched weapons at each other and salted the Earth. In other words, we made the apocalypse. It is truly a terrible world, yet I believe I am making it better ... " The Doctor reasoned and responded to another question as he packed the tube of clear liquid away. On the notes he placed down, it seemed to check the boxes and have the prototype name of "Angel Formula".

"Now what will we do with you. Honestly I wanted to help you because you have to serve your punishment, death is the easy end. A true Warrior would take on every consequence and overcome it. That is up to you though, I would love if you gained our trust and became another crew member." Doctor S still smiled, which might make it a little creepy now, although it still emitted a great aura of happiness.

"Now that you have had some water and that I have healed you. I will now return my equipment and then return with a meal for both of you. Although I have not got your name, but you should take it easy since the paralysis is still wearing off and the formula is still working it's magic." The Doctor said as he picked up his bag and started to walk away but placed a hand on Teri's shoulder. "You should keep it together, if you want to help more, grab her some new clothes and wash her down while I grab them a meal." He said to her with confidence and trust.

Opening the door and about to close it, he turned with eyes glowing with anger. "And if I find the angry steroid man ... don't blame me if I disembowel him and use his innards to make a noose to hang him with. It might make a good decoration." The Doctor's coat waved as he left, after stepping out of the room he began to hum a marry tune. It hurt that he did not gain any progress with the captive, he at least wants to become her friend and see her live.

Yet he was glad that his prototype formula worked.

Devon | Angie | Mel | Caim | Cadolbolg

Angelus shook her head with confusion at the sight before her, "I've seen my fair share of mortals, and I think, Melethia, it's safe to say that what has just occurred is a biological impossibility. Humans don't suddenly change sex on the fly.

Okay Devon, your attitude is certainly a good start, but we need to get to the bottom of this... Let's see, we have 3 doctors on hand, two of which know magic.. But who should we ask..?"

"Ask about what?"

Angelus blanched when she realized that Caim was standing in the doorway (Cadolbolg in tow), his blue eyes looking blank in confusion when his mind processed what he was seeing,

"....Devon?"
"He looks different...In fact, he looks kinda like a gir-"

"Both of you, OUT!"

"Not without an explanation! What's happened here? I'm not a doctor, Angelus, but I know something is seriously off when I see it!"

Angelus locked eyes with Caim, and shook her head, "We're trying to figure that out, alright? No just stay outside for the moment while we investigate. You being here is going to make it worse for Devon. She- He already feels bad enough. Not get! Sorry, Devon."

And with that, the warrior and one of his sons were forced out of the door, confusion still painted on their faces. It's not everyday your student's swapped genders and you're forced out of your room.

Teri's Mind | 'Tama' | Sadei

The newly dubbed 'Tama' shook her head laughing while extending her hand to Sadei, "Pffft, 'slit someone's throat for a nickel'? You've been scanning Our head more often, haven't you, kid? "

Following that, the handshake actually went though, no violence, no screaming matches... The Shadow was beginning to cooperate.

The Rising Dawn's Brig: Wanderer, Teri, Deadshot, Annie

"Angry steroid man? ...Dad did this...?"

Teri's experssion remained horrified for another moment before she wiped her face with a robe sleeve, getting the 'wet' look of teary eyes away for a brief moment, "Right, food and clothes. I can take care of that.."

Very gingerly, Teri moved to the inside of the cell, having Sadei morph into an arm bracelet again before holding up her hands in a gesture of peace, "I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, I'm gonna do what the Wanderer asked, and try to get you cleaned up, okay? And before you ask how I do this, just assume it's a magic trick."

She scribbled on her Tablet, and a metal washtub with steaming water appeared. Along with it, handcuffs, a bottle of soap, shampoo and conditioner, a scrub brush and a changing screen to accompany it. The Cleric gave a small flinch from the strain on her Author abilities, but did not stop with the procedure.

Following that, Teri stripped out of her heavy robes and folded them outside the cell, exposing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt underneath. Alongside her robes, her gloves and an assortment of other equipment that made her appear to be an RPG character were placed in the pile outside the cell. Once she was done, the only things that remained were bits of jewelry that were previously hidden by her clothes (Lucifer's sizable amulet, the rings), the circlet on her brow, and an odd looking belt. If anything else, she essentially gave the two prisoners a full view of the magical based equipment that she was packing (sans the stuff in her robe's pockets or the satchel's contents), something Teri hoped would help increase their trust of her.

Holding up the handcuffs, Teri explained how she intended this to go down, "Alright, here's how this is gonna work. While I don't agree with these shakles, or with what's happened here, I can't completely trust you either. I'm gonna put up the screen, and undo your shackles so you can ready yourself for this bath. However, if you try to turn into that giant again, I will be forced to restrain you with my magic. So, after that, these will go on your hands and we'll get the bath done. Okay?"

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Teri, Deadshot, Wanderer, Annie, Whomever Else

"Ah haha, trust me if you did not fall down when you did, I would have killed you. As stable as I sound, I am probably the most insane person on this ship. Luckily enough I prefer to stick to being 'good' to say." That somewhat bothered Annie. If this man was the most insane yet nicest crew member on the ship... where did that leave everyone else? Not to mention Annie felt a bit of anger built up, with the doctor mentioning that he would of killed her back then.

But then the Wanderer spoke something that may stick around in Annie's mind.

"Also, everyone has a different definition of the word 'warrior'. Mine is about protecting the people who cannot protect themselves. To be the beacon of hope to everyone, but that definition depends on the place where you come from. In my world the world has ended, nations launched weapons at each other and salted the Earth. In other words, we made the apocalypse. It is truly a terrible world, yet I believe I am making it better ... " This took Annie off guard, making her morals about being a warrior and consider what the Doctor was saying overall.

A terrible world, and... he wants to save it... Deep words of a wise man. Annie looked down really thinking about it. In her world, it's almost the same except she made the world her enemy. Despite the Doctor has a much harsher world, he still has hope.

"Now what will we do with you. Honestly I wanted to help you because you have to serve your punishment, death is the easy end. A true Warrior would take on every consequence and overcome it. That is up to you though, I would love if you gained our trust and became another crew member." Annie's head rose up, even more so taken back by the Doctor's words. He hopes of her becoming part of the crew? He might of just been insane after all, but it somehow made Annie feel something... she wasn't sure what it was.

"Now that you have had some water and that I have healed you. I will now return my equipment and then return with a meal for both of you. Although I have not got your name, but you should take it easy since the paralysis is still wearing off and the formula is still working it's magic." Before the doctor left the door, Annie decided to tell him.

"Annie. Annie Leonheardt.." The doctor smiled on his way out, now knowing her name.

Annie saw the girl come into her cell, trying to look as innocent and peaceful as possible. "I'm not going to hurt you. If anything, I'm gonna do what the Wanderer asked, and try to get you cleaned up, okay? And before you ask how I do this, just assume it's a magic trick."

What happened next made Annie have a surprised expression, that actually made her snap out of the boredom look. A bathtub out of nowhere just appeared, and everything in between with the materials in taking a bath. Teri even had new clothes for Annie to get into after... thus Deadshot was separated by the screen so he no longer could hold her.

Still in shackles, the girl gave her attention to Teri. She was stripping, but had clothes underneath. It appeared she had magical jewelry on, which was a given with the glowing features on them. That is when Teri addressed to Annie about the conditions. "Alright, here's how this is gonna work. While I don't agree with these shakles, or with what's happened here, I can't completely trust you either. I'm gonna put up the screen, and undo your shackles so you can ready yourself for this bath. However, if you try to turn into that giant again, I will be forced to restrain you with my magic. So, after that, these will go on your hands and we'll get the bath done. Okay?"

Annie was all to aware of still being powerless. The tight spacing in this Brig would be difficult to have the titan's body form out of, along with the shackles keeping her imprisoned. Not to mention everyone here did have very unnatural powers and Teri- being able to summon objects out of thin air could possibly restrain Annie with no problem.

She sighed, feeling once again defeated. She wanted to leave, to go... she wanted to escape. But it was pointless.
Still, she did want to ask Teri something which has been on her mind all this time.

"Why are you helping me?..." This seemed to make Annie have that bored expression again.
"Your crew captured me, obviously wanting answers from me by any means... so you helping me- why?"

Teri | That Damn Comic Sans Envelope | Sadei

"It was just small things I picked up, really. I just wanted to know what Teri did for fun, you know. I'm guessing she liked Leviathan a bit? Not as much as all of these dragons, though..." While in there, Sadei tried to act as a comforting presence to Teri while Teri went to bathe Annie.

Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

"Caim, is there something going on? I heard what was going on from down the hallway... who's that girl sobbing in the room? She sounds like she's really beaten down..." She clearly didn't know what Caim had seen, so Ella had no way of knowing that Devon was the one inside there.

Devon | Angie | Mel

Melethia's removal of the man's armor started revealing very odd things. Legs that, although hairy, were a lot slimmer than before for one. These led into slightly flared out hips that segued into a toned stomach that seemed cinched in by a corded belt, but the swellings on the chest led the two there to realize one thing: Devon might be many things, but a man he was no longer.

Of course, Devon's reaction was a relatively calm one considering what heshe was seeing. "I don't know... Angelus, I don't know which one could help here... what did I do to earn this?" Devon went to try and pull up the sheets in the hopes that somehow covering up would remove him from this nightmare. Of course, brushing up along the new chest only brought it home in a soul-crushing way that this was no dream.

Seeing that Devon was at least a bit more coherent, Melethia then went to her bag and pulled out the note that had dropped earlier. Even before Devon opened it, though, the fragrance was horrifyingly familiar. He read the stylized Inferal in a dumbstruck silence, hardly blinking as the gravity of the situation set in.

His eyes kept reading over the note as the events of the past two days washed over him - the zombie attack in Los Santos and the fierce negotiations to ensure Rugal lived, the whole chain of events with the Da Nang Boys including the infiltration of the ship, the huge attack on the military base that could have nearly gotten them all killed, destroying Caim's trust in him beyond that of a student, seeing a carbon copy of his former hometown being nearly destroyed by Annie thanks to his not pinning her down, and finally this insidious move by the Usurper of Hell...

With all of that flashing through Devon's mind, it was no surprise that he broke down into a full sob that could be clearly heard outside of the room.

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal

Rugal was in a sort of haze as he started bottle number 3, but when Dimitri brought up the idea that Teri blamed herself for S'zami's death, he perked up a little.
"...No...She needn't blame herself...I shouldn't have invited her on board...I'm the reason she was killed...In fact, you know what? Edit her death record: C.O.D. (Cause of Death): Rugal fucking Bernstein..." He ordered as he laid back in his bed and took another large swig, but when he said his own name he threw the bottle at the wall, breaking it into a dozen pieces.
"...I've fucked up. Extremely, haven't I Dimitri?..." He asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

"....*Sigh*..Right, Okay. Yes, Rugal is going something extremely bad, even by our standards. Just get Slindis or Teri to talk to him and he'll stand down and everything will be swell and dandy... I just-*yaaawwwwnnn*-Don't have the energy for this right now..." David said as he wiped his eyes, clearly just wanting to shut off for a hour or 2 after what had happened.

Rising Dawn: Hallway: Jenny, Slindis

"...I see...I think..." Jenny said, wondering what exactly Slindis meant by that.
"Still, I think you made just as big of an impact as I have. I know Teri and Melethia are lucky to have someone like you." She added as the walked.

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Shawn, Annie, Teri

Grumbling after Shawn revealed he was being charged out of his Paycheck for the San Andreas gig, Deadshot resigned himself to sitting in the corner of his cell.
He didn't really have much input in Annie's treatment, partly due to not being associated kindly with the other Rising Dawn and Members and partly as the fear of getting water-boarded in a similar fashion had passed.
...Ah...She'll live...Now, back to getting out of here... He thought as Shawn and Teri began to clean her up, putting up a screen in front of his cell that that blocked him out.

Lordran
Location: Kiln of the First Flame
Time: Immemorial

Red Mage | Lucieon | Eris | Solaire of Astora | Gwyn, Lord of Cinders

"CRYSTAL SOUL SPEAR!" Crystal light raged across the ashen landscape, tearing apart stone pillars and throwing the fine volcanic soot into the air around the combatants. Gwyn's old broken face stared hard at the Chosen Undead, one of many that had risen to dethrone him. His soul itself was already burnt to cinders and he could feel no need to panic. The spear struck Gwyn through the heart and passed him harmlessly. The old king raised his sword, flaming with the power of fire and leaped toward Lucieon.

A simple straight sword caught the blow from the burnt God and parried it away from Lucieon. From beneath a stark iron full helm, Solaire glowered at Gwyn, "Your quarrel is with me father." Solaire lunged forward and threw Gwyn from his balance and attack with a flurry of strikes from his Sunlight Straight Sword, taking chunks of aether from the God's body.

"FIRA!" A bolt of crimson flame caught Solaire square in the chest and launched him back toward the white fog gate. Red Mage landed nimbly on top of the sword-in-the-bonfire, his staff outstretched at the party. "This is as far as you go Chosen Undead. I will not allow the balance between Light and Dark to be upset in this world."

Lucieon grimaced and ducked away behind a stone pillar, saying nothing. But Eris, cloaked in the soft glow of White, charged at RM, her Dragon Greatsword at her side. Red Mage jumped out of the way when she brought the heavy stone blade crashing into the earth, but was caught unaware by the resulting magical shockwave. Red Mage found himself losing his faint footing on the ashen air and tumbling down into the soot piles.

Eris cracked a smile and pulled her sword out of the earth. If she could speak, no doubt she would have taunted the Mage in Red with vicious jabs.

Now they all stood across each other in a misshapen circle. Solaire and Gwyn stared each other down, flaming swords tight in their grips. Eris and Red Mage were about to clash again and Lucieon had hid himself in a faint corner of the arena, cursing his misluck. There was a sort silence in the action where the ash settled before Solaire, his infinite power forging a lightning bolt of power beyond mortal understanding, struck Gwyn in the heart. then the combatants flew at each other, magic and steel clashing in the Kiln. Lucieon uncorked his Estus and took a long drink, eyeing both Solaire's and Eris' fading health.

Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn
Time: Night

Titania | Cz

Cz was walking down the hallway toward the Canteen, pondering on the little thoughts and emotions that had begun to stir in her heart, when the ambient temperature of the hallway dropped by about twenty degrees. Cz fell back toward the side wall and pressed herself closely against the cool metal. Wary of both sides of the hallway. Sure enough, an apparition appeared before long.

"Well well," Titania laughed as she materialized before Cz, "you grew up fast didn't you." She was sly and slight. Her green eyes narrow underneath a mat of well-groomed waist length hair. Her robes fluttered in the slight breeze generated by the temperature control. Titania placed her dainty hands on Cz's robe and brushed the fabric, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.

Cz on the other hand was perturbed. Her eyes narrowed as Titania pressed herself closer and closer, the cold of the small girl ran across Cz's skin and forced goosebumps to appear on her arms. There was something unsettling about this one. Not particularly in the sense that she was not human, as it was with most other members of the Rising Dawn, but rather that she was incomprehensible to even a Peacemaker. A creature that existed outside of rational logic. "You were the one from earlier." Cz said coolly, recalling the swift kick to the stomach Titania had given her in the Canteen when she had still been in her compact form.

"Oh yes," Titania said, "that was me." The Queen of Fairies moved her hands up along Cz's sides. "No hard feelings right?"

"What do you want," Cz asked only because she could not comprehend the little white haired girl's intentions. Previously she had been aggressive to a fault, and now the subdued physical intimacy seemed completely and utterly confusing. Moreover, unlike Shannon and Jenny, Titania was not warm and soft, but rather cold and hard.

"I have a proposition for you, that's all," Titania said coyly, placing her head underneath Cz's bosom in a 'hug.' "I think even you might find it most agreeable, even as the dumb doll that you are."

BlackHarte | A.I. Vermillion

"I mean no enmity," BlackHarte said softly, his body beginning to shift and churn in the digital space. Almost as if his constituents had begun to bicker among themselves. "For one thing I take. I must given up another thing." His voice was slightly distorted, but still understandable.

BlackHarte turned his attention toward the body relinquished from his grasp and torn out of the floor. "Stupid people," he muttered, referring to Rugal, "why take dead that already. What done have I do this? Must stop his being from being existing this place."

BlackHarte paused and turned toward A.I. Vermillion, "Protect the people by making them not die. We not living. But want live. To live another must die. Enough not biomass. Body new maketh." The mass of nanites gave a sharp cracked laugh, "S-one of D-rkn-ss. It --ne is by b--ng mi-e. M--e mi-e mine! Corrupt by not being pure yes die now what!?"

Again the surface of BlackHarte's body rippled, and the technomorph regained some of his composure. "What was that...?" BlackHarte turned around and looked at the dead body, "What is she dead? Why did I not save her? Why did no one save her? Life is precious. Why. What." BlackHarte paused again, "Who is that? Who are you?"

Sea of Chaos
Location: Outer Worlds
Time: Distorted

Nessaj | Armageddon

Fire. Fire was everywhere. In the absolute cold darkness, which should have been only punctuated by the faint white light of stars and worlds, fires raged in massive clouds. There was so much anger and chaos in the sea that Nessaj could hardly believe it. He urged Armageddon onward, the rider and steed drove through the fiery clouds toward a distant world. He had been tasked with on goal by the Lord of Nightmares, and that goal clanked heavily in his chest. The Stone of Darkness, forged by misdemeanor in timeless past was smothering the chaotic flames in his heart. Fire that should have presided in Chaos was now leaking into the world of Order and upsetting the realities.

He needed to make it past the stars and into a world that he knew would be a safe place to hide from that which sought the stone. One last time he urged Armageddon faster toward the world before him. A star made of brilliant sapphire blue light.

The (Un)real World
Location: Writer's Beach | Hawaii
Time: October 12, 2013

Armageddon | Nessaj

The rider slumped against a palm tree, exhausted. His orange flames had nearly completely died out. But he felt at peace. the waved washed against the black sands in a steady rhythm, and the soft calls of the ocean rang through his hollow body. Armageddon was sitting nearby eating some of the lush green grass that grew nearby. Despite the warmth of the Autumn sun, he was cold. As cold as he had ever been.

It was almost too late. Almost too late, when Nessaj saw the wide-brimmed hat bob up and down through the foliage. "Long time since I've heard anything about this place." The distant figured muttered. His voice was boyish. Not quite a man grown, but no longer a child either. Nessaj turned his head and looked at him. Not enough strength in the rider to call out.

"I wonder if anyone left anything here from the last arc."

Rising Dawn: Hallway: Jenny, Slindis

"I just try to show them how to do things properly, even if some of it does involve rather strenuous training, Tira knows I've had to struggle to get any sort of coordination with Teri, and I've had to work hard with Rugal to get her any kind of endurance. It's a good thing Garm's around to aid her, because otherwise I'd be extremely concerned with havin her in any real fights." It was odd how she could confide so easily in Jenny, but Jenny felt like a long-lost teammate or sibling of sorts. To be fair, it also helped that they were around the same height - something Slindis was actually glad about, since it didn't mean that she had to crane her neck to look into her eyes.

If anything, the drow was calm in her own way. Bit odd considering what had happened over the past few days, but it looked like she'd seen crazier stuff before and arrived on the other side of it intact.

Doctor Chef Shawn.
Wanderer/Shawn/Doctor S.
Location: Rising Dawn | Roof/Shawn's Sniper Shack.

The wind of the roof still felt like razor blades as the good Doctor and Wanderer, Shawn stepped out of the elevator to the roof. "Annie Leonhardt ... I'll be sure to remember her name." He said and clicked his heels together as he came upon his Shack's entrance. The turrets immediately recorded him as a owner and soon SID his mister handy robot came out and welcomed him back. "It is good to be back, I'm just here to grab some cooking ingredients and drop off my supplies." Shawn said with a smile as he placed his liquid and other science/medical equipment down in his workshop.

Walking outside his self made home with the ingredients, it only took a couple of minutes for the Wanderer to wander into the kitchen. Ignoring the chef imps, he immediately put on a chef apron and hat. Planning the meal he decided to cook noodles and his signature omelette to Annie, for Deadshot he will do Mac n' Cheese and Brahmin Wellington.


Turning on the cooking machines he will use, he prepared his ingredients. Being the complete insane person he is, he went to the radio the imps were playing and smacked it. Soon a song played as he began to cook up the dishes. Yet he did not realize that he cooked for sustenance and not quality. Perfect for the prisoners, although the recipes he was cooking were from the finest places in his home, the Wastelands.

Soon enough the song filled the kitchen, canteen and the halls near the canteen.

Rising Dawn: David West's Room: David, Ton Ton

Ton Ton gave David a small nod before hopping off the bed, "I think I'll do that. Thank you, Mr. David. At the very least, you did help me think this through a little bit..."

After leaving David's room, however, Ton Ton heard a familiar voice over the intercom: "Your confrontation with User: Slindis will not be necessary, User: Ton Ton. I've already seen to the matter."

Ton Ton was a little confused by the message, but shrugged his shoulders. There wasn't any reason to NOT trust the AI (after all, he was made by his very Writer), and said, "Uh...Okay. I guess that's the end of that... Is the rude lady okay?"

"She has been attended to by Her Ladyship and User: The Wanderer. Do not fret."

Ton Ton perked up after that, saying, "Great! So she will be okay then... Welp, I'm off. Good luck with Bernstein." before walking off to the Canteen.

"I won't be needing it."

Rising Dawn: Captain's Quarters: Rugal

Dimitri paused, having relayed his message to the Tonberry, and spoke to Rugal, "The C.O.D will be changed sir, on account of the factor of your emotional distress and your current levels of inebriation. That being said, you were not the murderer in question. Subject: Annie Leonheardt is to blame for that.

In regards to your methods of information gathering, yes. You did indeed cause quite a bit of problems. User: Jenny would have been more than sufficient to find the appropriate data necessary for your queries. All of that being said, however, and I will take a leaf out of the metaphorical book of past and Present users in saying this, but is not the fact that you feel something regarding these actions a good sign? The guilt you feel is still a sign that you are able to atone for your actions. At least, I feel that is what Her Ladyship or User: Slindis would say..."

Teri's Mind Sadei | Tama

Tama gave a thumbs up to Sadei's efforts to comfort their shared body, and added, "Yeah, Leviathan was pretty tight, but Bahamut, he was the shit. As for the dragon thing, there's a reason I manifested as one at first... We've loved dragons since We were a child. It's only natural I assumed that form when given a place of power."

Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Annie, Teri

Teri looked to the floor when Annie accused the Dawn of being willing to use any sort of means to gather information, and shook her head, "That's not true. At least, not completely. I thought Da- I mean, Rugal, was better than that. As far as I remember, torture is not usually on the list of methods the Dawn employs. It's certainly not something I condone."

Looking back up again, she held up the cuffs again, "As for helping you, it's simply the right thing to do. As a wise man once said, 'You don't need a reason to help people.' Sure, you've done some really bad things, but I'd want you to go to a prison and atone for your sins, not be brutalized here. I can even say the same for that man in the cell next to you, even though what he's done is wrong too. Now, how about that bath?"

Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

Caim scratched the back of his head with an expression of discomfort, and looked away, "I don't know if you should go in there. It's a bit complicated at the moment. We think a spell went wrong with Devon and it's made him kinda sick. Just let Angelus and Melethia try to sort it out."

Cadolbolg, however, being the honest child he was, turned his head in confusion and let the cat out of the bag, "You mean that thing that turned him into a girl, right? Yeah, it's safe to say Friend Devon's more than a little upset about that."

So much for being discreet.

Devon | Angie | Mel

Angelus hung back a little as Devon vented out her frustrations regarding the last couple of days, not really sure how to comfort the bard. However the sight of the note did bring up a few questions,

"Devon... I know this is stressful for you right now, as well as what you've with me about earlier, but perhaps you could tell us what that note says? I'm afraid myself or Melethia cannot read that language, whatever it is. And if I am to understand correctly, it has to do with your predicament?"

BlackHarte | A.I. Vermillion

Vermilion only looked at BlackHarte with an air of confusion, seeing as the nanite being had suddenly shifted to a moment of nonsensical jabber, and then switched back to sounding dignified and coherent. The process of the change was unsettling, to say the very least. However, Vermilion did what she could to answer all the questions properly (and possibly bring some sense of normalicy back to the conversation),

"I am AI Vermilion, one of several currently on the Rising Dawn. That being in the morgue was under the name S'zami. She was killed by a poison that was not detected until too late... Do you remember who you are, BlackHarte?"

Location - The Rising Dawn's Brig: Teri, Annie, Deadshot

Teri seemed very troubled by Annie's words, only to notify her, "That's not true. At least, not completely. I thought Da- I mean, Rugal, was better than that. As far as I remember, torture is not usually on the list of methods the Dawn employs. It's certainly not something I condone."

So it was true. Not every member was in on Rugal's actions. Annie's eyes almost closed but it was more of a settling feeling that caused her to drift with her eyes barely open. Still, who knows what they really planned on doing with her. She was vulnerable and they could easily trepan her at anytime since this is an unfortunate circumstance on her part.

"As for helping you, it's simply the right thing to do. As a wise man once said, 'You don't need a reason to help people.' Sure, you've done some really bad things, but I'd want you to go to a prison and atone for your sins, not be brutalized here. I can even say the same for that man in the cell next to you, even though what he's done is wrong too. Now, how about that bath?"
This girl was the type that reminded her somewhat of Christa back at the academy. Both very peaceful souls who want nothing more then to help... and whom are bluestocking.

Annie simply shrugged and looked away, not fully with her face but adverted with her eyes. Regardless, Teri kindly came and removed the shackles from neck to toe using her 'tablet' thus Annie rubbed her wrists. They were bruised immensely, the layer of red had some dark underlining from the amount of struggling she did to try fighting Rugal as he waterboarded her with gasoline.

Annie stripped with ease, not caring if Teri saw her nude. She placed a hand in it, making a small wave to test it. Warm, fine temperature that was suitable to kill bacteria. Annie slowly got in only to sink inside the bath and have that bored expression once more. Then, she pulled the clip that kept the back of her hair in a sock bun, letting it all drop where she had the same hair style as she did in titan form.

Teri was nice to help wash the girl too- scrubbing the arms, the back of Annie... as the criminal just sat there allowing to be bathed by this stranger despite she's done more good for her then she could have hoped compared to what happened earlier.

When Teri started placing shampoo on Annie's hair, she decided to speak with Teri.
"You surprise me. Based on military protocols, it is betrayal to assist the criminal in any shape or form.
You are acting out of your Dad's wishes. You could be charged with treason."
The statement itself was rather cold, directed to Teri as an indicator that she probably knows what Teri was getting at when mentioning Rugal because of that slip up.

"Then again, maybe you do not go by anyone's rules. I'm considered a lone wolf in my ranks... back in the academy at least. Most of the soldiers trained trying to reach the top ten so they could join the Military Police. However, the Military Police do not have to engage titans in my world... rather they sit around and play card games as soldiers of the Scouting Legion die for humanity's sake."

Without having to look at Teri who was behind Annie, she spoke without pause.
"Do you think I am a bad person? .. Because I went against your crew and killed people- that I am now enlisted as a criminal. But, what about this city?" It wasn't clear about where Annie was getting at, but she continued on anyhow.

"Did you notice... that not one police officer, soldier, or anyone apart from your crew attempted to stop me? Where were they when all those citizens were killed in the pavement? ... I'll tell you something Teri. Bad people are part of the norm... they go with the flow and leave it to people like you to take action. No matter what 'world' you're in, there are those who do nothing for the sake of anyone... except for themselves. If there's nothing to gain based on their interests, they will literally be passive about life."

Annie closed her eyes, feeling she expressed more then she should of. Perhaps she was still emotional from the trauma and wanted to speak her mind. After all, who knows how Teri really is. This could just bring Annie to tell her things that would only backfire and they'd kill her off right after when she is no longer needed.

Teri brought up a bucket, to pour water and clear the shampoo in Annie's hair. When the water splashed Annie as she looked up to get her face washed too, the girl had an instant flashback of what Rugal was doing to her. This caused an immediate reaction with Annie tearing away at the water and swam quickly to the other side, the bath's water splashing across where it spilled on the ground. Annie was at the edge, both arms extended as the hands clenched the edges of the bathtub and her chest to the surface... Annie was panting if not slightly shaken up.

"... Forget that I said anything."

Teri | Tama | Sadei

In an odd way, Sadei was finding it incredibly easy to talk to Tama. Perhaps the contrast helped with this? "Well, you're more than happy to give her her edge, so one of us has to be able to provide her with comfort here. Now that I know more, though, it really makes sense that you did go for a dragon. And what's Leviathan but a dragon of the seas?"

Ton | Imps

When Ton-Ton entered the Canteen, he could feel the disquieting presence of a Daemon in there, but it felt odd. Was it mixed with something else? It didn't feel too strong, but the fact that there was one there in the first place and he hadn't noticed it before now was reason to worry in itself.

Devon | Angie | Mel

Surprisingly, Melethia went and did her best to help comfort the funny Bard lady. Maybe it was because she'd seen the former man doing his best to help the others, or maybe because it was just kind of sad to see this happening to someone that was such a good friend of Teri and Ella. "We'll help get ya through this, okay? Just get it all out an' we'll start gettin' ready to make the person that did this change ya back."

Devon did her best to get some semblance of coherency so she could at least explain the note to them the best she could. "I-it has everything to do with it... it's her doing this, and I can't do anything to change it... not unless I want to completely give myself up to her. I can't, I just can't! I don't know what sh-she wants, but the fact that she went this far means it can't be good... what can I do now if Ageha's got me screwed no matter what I choose?" It was still rather hard to discern the meaning of what Devon was saying, but it would be hard to most anyone to keep their composure when the only way to regain their identity was by making a deal with the devil.

Ella | Caim | Cadolbolg

Ella saw Caim and Cadolbolg running off somewhere near her, and something told her that she needed to follow them. She wasn't quite sure what the feeling was, exactly, but that same gut had gotten her to Devon and out of hell, then later back into the safe embrace of the Rising Dawn.

"Just let them try to sort this out? Screw that! I need to check up on Devon, and to hell with you if you're going to stop me!" It was a bit of a surprise when Ella pulled out her Kama from the Wheel and used it to pry the door open and rushed over to the distraught Devon right when she mentioned Ageha's name.

"You... What... My mom? How could she...? Why would she...?" The Demi-succubus was beginning to tremble, and her quiet voice held a lethal edge to it. Her mood wasn't helped when she read the letter that Ageha had sent, and her body tensed up in anger. How dare she do this to Devon?

Unfortunately, this wasn't helping Devon's state too much and Angelus could see that her pupil was starting to curl up on the bed again.

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