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Post by Zane on Jan 3, 2020 18:02:08 GMT -8
It would be some time, but they would find themselves waking to what appeared to be a cell room. They were each isolated now and could see glass in the room that appeared as if they were... underwater? It seemed as if they were in some underwater facility after their encounter with Nero and Rosso.
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Post by Warrior on Jan 3, 2020 20:08:29 GMT -8
#s://i~imgur~com/q96kyYo~png " Faith... Wake up... "
As her consciousness slowly returned to her, Faith slowly smiled at the familiar voice. There was one benefit to dying at least, and that was her long awaited reunion.
As her sparkling eyes fluttered open in what seemed to be anticipation at first, they along with her countenance slowly faded back to the dismay that she had worn at the end of her previous scene when she realized where she was. One never looked so disappointed to be alive.
" ... "
But self-pity would have to take a backseat. She climbed to her feet carefully, taking in these new surroundings and trying to deduce what options were at least available to her in the lonely cell.
She tapped on the walls and listened for a response for now. Even calling out to see how far her voice could make it beyond this confinement that she was in; the underwater view of the ocean being the only hint of her whereabouts in the meantime.
" Anybody home? "
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Post by Genesis on Jan 3, 2020 20:24:59 GMT -8
"Guh..."
*Suffice to say he was waking up on the ground here in not a good feeling. Last he recalled... right, they lost. And rather miserably at that. He knew they were strong but even he couldn't have predicted that they would have such an advantage. Whether it was because they were together or not was difficult to discern, but first came gathering his bearings. He looked to his left, seeing the large glass view to show that they were underwater and considered that it was quaint that they were in an aquarium. Well, that was fine. Breaking the glass and going out into the water was an option but first of all flooding the confined room was a stupid move and with no idea where he was, a foolish one taken a step further. That move was completely out of the picture. So there was one way in and one way out, the door over there... well, may as well see if things were fine then.*
"Are you still here, Armiger?"
*He would check that first before he would start seeing how much of the damage lingered. Seeing as he was alert, that meant a good deal of it was at least over and done with now. No way would they be able to talk or move if they weren't somewhat patched up after that travesty of a battle. Next was checking whether he could still fight just fine or not, which should be no problem as all he would have to do is...*
"...What?"
*He tried again and there was nothing. And again to meet the exact same outcome as before. One could see an expression that shifted from disbelief and shock, to sorrow, but then quickly to the emotion that it all boiled back to: disgust and rage. He was out of it, but it was clear what had occurred at the end of that battle all too clearly now. To say that he was seething was an understatement, practically growling before he bellowed with wrath as he struck the floor he was on. What followed was something that the others who had joined up with him likely would consider as uncharacteristic as a string of various profanities came to mind, some more vocal than not. The objects of his rage weren't here so it had to be settled for this instead. ...It truly didn't matter what they were or what they were after anymore. There was only one thing to be done about the two of them.*
"...Without a trace. They should have finished this when they had the chance."
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 3, 2020 21:29:13 GMT -8
#s://avvesione~files~wordpress~com/2016/04/big_order-01-daisy-pink_hair-pink_star_pupils-eyes-bright-looking_back-smile~jpg ".. beep.. boop.."
Rosary crawled around her cell for a bit until laying on her back and waving her fingers through the air as if she was a maestro.
"99 bottles of milk on the waaaall.. 99 bottles of miiiiilk.."
Being stuck between three walls, a ceiling, a floor, and an open grate to look at another empty cell wasn't exactly a 5-Star hotel experience. At least there was a view. The view got the place a solid 3-Stars all by itself. Rosary wasn't doing too hot herself, though. She had been here for a while and her only entertainment was anything she could provide. Thus the singing of sea shanties and road trip songs were her go to methods.
".. 97 bottles of MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILK! Take one dooown, pass it arooound, 96 bottles of milk on the wall..!"
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Post by Gaia on Jan 4, 2020 14:19:35 GMT -8
Vanguard.EXE
Vanguard's consciousness fluttered for just a moment, just long enough for the searing agony pressing into every joint to tempt him back into a blissfully ignorant unconsciousness. Still, he clung to that, struggling to pull himself awake.
Every bone in his body, which should all be nonexistent, ached, groaned and burned. Feeling around, moving his body very slowly, he determined that he had been thrown in on his front, his face pressed into the floor. The pain he felt arching through his body brought the memories of what they had just gone through flooding back with ease, his chest still feeling caved in from his most recent battering to the ribcage. He had thought the beatings Var would put him through during training were rough. The sores, aches and bruises he woke up from on those days didn't even compare.
The first step beyond recognizing that he was in pain was to open his eyes. They ached from the sudden shift of darkness to needing to process again, and the room was very dark, but, they adjusted quickly. If nothing else, his vision was still working. Moving his arms, he tried pressing his hands into the ground to lift himself up, but only felt the pressure of his wrists into the ground beneath him. Looking to see what was wrong, he saw that his verniers projected a faint, almost nonexistent glow. His body was not producing enough fuel nor heat to provide any flames with.
That bad, huh? That failing, he rolled over onto his back, using his aching leg and back muscles to force himself into a seating position. Sliding himself across the floor, he placed himself against the far wall of the cell, resting his head against the wall to try and wane his blistering headache. Breathing heavily from just that little bit of exertion made him feel pathetic. He chanced opening his eyes again, the blue light in the room flooding his vision. He had sat up on the wall opposite to the glass door, glancing out at the underwater vista.
He sighed, pulling up his stumps to look down at his verniers, acting as his storage system for his chips and his power source for his flames. The faint purple glow they gave off at least meant that his body was repairing itself, trying to regenerate its reserves. He thought back to just hours beforehand, when the coruscating prominence he held within his grasp made him feel nearly unstoppable. Against the Reaverking Vamin, his power had cascaded from his verniers, his flames dark with intent and intensity and his eyes keen from time to focus. His escape from Rosso then felt like a small miracle, and every second between him and Vamin gave him the opportunity to prepare. Immediately after, the spoils of those same provisions gave him additional opportunities against the original Navi. Even against Deav, who seemed to sap away his additional power, eventually gave him the opportunity to adapt and fight back.
He had made dire mistakes in almost all of those fights, and with a little quick thinking and his limitless versatility, he had fought back, swinging the tide of combat in his favor. Against daunting odds, rising stakes and powerful opponents, Vanguard had prevailed. While he was certain they did not necessarily plan for it to go out in that way, it painted a good picture to build him up before utterly destroying any semblance of power he had amassed.
Flexing the muscles that would normally move his hands, Vanguard imagined himself grasping at that power. Fitting, that his hands were not corporeal enough now, as that power had slipped through his hands, meaningless. These were not enemies that he could make dire mistakes against. These were not enemies that his versatility would allow him to turn the tide of battle. These were not the type of foes that allowed daunting odds and preparation to interfere with their own plans. The message sent was very clear: There wasn't an opposition to be had on the matter.
It was a show of force. He hated it, but, it worked. He knew that they wanted him to feel defeated, and he did. His body was sore, his vision kept flickering, bones he wasn't supposed to have once again felt broken, and the fires he stoked as his lifeblood were barely burning.
He was defeated. As his eyes closed and he sought out that unconsciousness that would restore him, though, he almost jumped out of his skin - a rather painful endeavor - at the sound of someone singing through the other room.
Scrambling up, Vanguard hobbled over to the wall, placing an arm over his chest to stay the pain. Scanning it over, he looked for a grate or something to look into, and only found the most horrendous off-key singing coming from the other side. "Hello?" Vanguard called, his voice low, weak, but hopeful. "Is anyone there? . . . And could you please stop with the singing?"
Centurion.EXE
While Faith may remember seeing Centurion shrivel up into nothing, she would still find his crest attached to her chest. Leaned up against the corner, his form sparked with life, flows of electrical energy arcing over the tip. On the opposite end of the cell, a humanoid figure or pure lightning, armored in the like of his namesake, stared out into the expanse of ocean water, curious and despondant.
As she stirred, he suddenly got up and turned, looking her over properly for the first time. She would notice a faint electrical arc connecting his form to the spear, making it obvious who this strange, electrical specter was.
"Miss Nymphra. It is good to see you awake," he greeted, speaking plainly. He could see the self pity written on her face, and, with his navi crest still attached to her, he could also still feel her thoughts. The bitter sense of defeat was as disappointing to him as it was to her, and it was still fresh - especially for him, as he looked back at his form leaning in the corner, the charred black marks etched into the wood of his spear.
"I don't think we can interact with much of anyone right now, I'm afraid," he reported, and she would realize that he was like a soldier standing at attention. He didn't look her directly in the eyes, and only said what was necessary. He was a soldier, through and through, and obviously didn't have much experience outside of that profession.
Armiger.EXE
In Genesis' cell, Armiger came to at the same time as the Onyx Overlord, his systems picking up on Genesis' activity and helping to pull them both out of their turpor. He felt the pain that everyone else was likely feeling, but, they were at least still alive.
The first sign of his still being bound to Genesis was that his navi crest was still attached to Genesis', and the second would be the incredibly thin sheet of ice coating him. It was not cold to his touch, but, it also wasn't of much help to him in this state. He began working almost immediately on restoring himself, his frozen core reactivating and solidfying the ice as Genesis moved, as sort of his own answer to Genesis' question.
Then, however, the overlord began testing his systems to figure out what still worked. Armiger decided to do the same, trying to form little shards of ice in the air. Then, however, he felt the emotional tapdance rising from within Genesis, as the overlord began roaring in seething rage and introducing Armiger's inexperienced ears to a lot of new possibilities. Were it possible, Armiger would've reddened, and likely shied away from the overlord.
"Um . . . I'm still here, yessir," he responded carefully, his voice high and concerned. "Is there something I should be concerned about? You were, ah, very explicit with your intentions right then."
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Post by Zane on Jan 5, 2020 10:15:41 GMT -8
"Present and accounted for, even if this isn't exactly home."
Faith would recognize it as Mistair's voice that she could hear from nearby. Some of them weren't as far away from each other as expected then. She was mulling over her own thoughts about the confrontation that had taken place and that their purpose for coming to Sharo was likely secondary to the now primary goal is getting out of here in one piece. Putting that together first was the first thing to take care of, which is why she was taking in her surroundings, closing her eyes after. Regrouping would be ideal even if this situation wasn't the best place to recollect oneself after everything from the feel of it. For now, doing what came naturally was what she would be doing first before anything else.
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Post by church on Jan 5, 2020 11:22:16 GMT -8
#s://d1nr5wevwcuzuv~cloudfront~net/product_photos/63131085/file_29db21bec2_original~jpg #s://d1nr5wevwcuzuv~cloudfront~net/product_photos/63131085/file_29db21bec2_original~jpg #s://comicvine1~cbsistatic~com/uploads/original/11130/111302819/6054312-zack%20fair~jpg When Jin came to, he seemed to be in a cell much like the one he had been in before, and happened to have something of a headache, if that was even possible for a navi. Could it have been from the singing? Or perhaps from the beating he had taken before he had previously passed out? He couldn't be sure, but the singing was certainly getting to him. Still, he tried to play it cool, as he looked under his bunk to see that his chess set had apparently been transported with him. He set it up as he tried to get his bearings. There appeared to be others here as well. Jin placed the white pieces on the side of the board that was nearest the door, and sat behind black, offering the first move to whoever would take it. "Hey everyone. Welcome to hell. You can all probably expect at least a daily beating by the guards here. I've gotten used to it. Anyone up for a game of chess?"
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Post by Warrior on Jan 5, 2020 11:43:43 GMT -8
#s://i~imgur~com/kX8AzvN~png Faith smiled at Centurion's militant posture. She herself was a sort of soldier for a time, now just a reservist of her country's armed forces though. Even still, she knew how to spot the type and generally how to behave toward them.
" At ease, Centurion. "
It was comforting, at least, to have someone so dutifully loyal. Something about the Electric-types, she'd swear that they were just drawn to her.
" Present and accounted for, even if this isn't exactly home. "
" Mistair? "
Faith could hear her voice outside of her cell, not sounding too far away either. She didn't hear anything from the others yet, and that was bothersome to say the least. If she herself was able to survive though, no doubt the others did as well.
" Glad you're still with us. "
They didn't take Mistair like she had initially assumed they would, so that was one blessing to count. Well, two considering they were, in fact, alive.
She looked back to Centurion's spear afterward, clearly gazing directly beyond the electrical humanoid shaped tethered to it.
" ... "
Peculiar that they would leave her in a cell with a weapon. She checked her person for her Dagger as well while her eyes took another tour around the room for any gaps, cracks, or crevices that she could perhaps slide the spear through to get its humanoid avatar to the other side, particularly if there were any on the door.
If not, that was fine too, she'd at least get a good mental image of the room's dimensions and what all was locked inside of here with her.
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 5, 2020 20:13:15 GMT -8
#s://avvesione~files~wordpress~com/2016/04/big_order-01-daisy-pink_hair-pink_star_pupils-eyes-bright-looking_back-smile~jpg Rosary's song was interrupted abruptly--rather rudely, actually. Like, who had the nerve to tell her to stop singing? Well she'd just have to really stick it to em then! She didn't get up, instead she rolled over towards the wall where the voice was coming from, hitting it with a light thud and her ending position literally being her laying against the wall with her front side.
"Listen here, talking wall.. I feel like I'm a gigantic pile of dust that's just been sitting here for AGES waiting for her prince to sweep her off her feet and take her to her palace of strong people. SO unless you're here for any of that I think I have the right to keep singing."
Then she rose her free arm and lightly tapped the wall, as if to give it a slap on the wrist.
"Bad wall!"
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Post by Genesis on Jan 6, 2020 7:52:57 GMT -8
*So he was still here, but she wasn't... fine then. He was stuck here for now, closing his eyes as he leaned against the wall, seemingly deflated and defeated. For now there was nothing for Armiger to be concerned about, that was what he would tell the living armor anyway. There was nothing for him to worry about as it were, but having him still here could serve its own purpose too. Hearing someone else, it let him decide what to do from here first.*
"Nothing to be concerned about. Focus on replenishing your reserves for later use. Don't act out with your energy lashes aside from that."
*If the guards were that active then it was fine. He could take advantage of that in another fashion if they felt like doling out some regular torture here and there. He'd take it and then some in order to get to his objective on the horizon. It would just help to be an ample reminder of how much more he would inflict on the ones he needed to erase now.*
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Post by Gaia on Jan 6, 2020 8:31:38 GMT -8
Vanguard.EXE
Vanguard backed away from the wall as he heard a loud thump, followed by the retort of the female voice on the other side. Scoffing, Vanguard sat down adjacent the wall, rather than continuing to pain himself by standing, and gave his own half-hearted thump back. "It's not a talking wall," Vanguard replied back, refraining from using any number of the insulting names he had thought up to call her. "My name is Vanguard. We're now prisonmates.
"Is there anything you can tell me of importance about where we are?"
He could not hear anyone else in the cellblock with him, so, even her unfamiliar voice was welcome. Better than being trapped with his own thoughts. If he had to wait a while to restore his strength, it was the very least he could do to try and gather some intel, taking his own time and keen eyes to study the room for weak points and opportunities of interest.
Centurion.EXE
He slightly shifted as she spoke to him, letting himself relax just a little, but, found the rigidity of stance and curt attention to perceived authority somewhat calming. It was at least once absolute in a world he was still trying to get used to.
Still, her statement earned a smile out of his stoic stand, and as she looked around the room to study it, he followed her by pacing the room, running his hand across any surfaces to see if they conducted his current.
Armiger.EXE
Armiger did not respond to Genesis beyond carefully reabsorbing his small bursts of ice, working to continue recollecting himself as he suggested.
Genesis' thoughts and feelings concerned him, but, Armiger did not have the moxie - nor the strength - to attempt to talk him down from this, so, he kept himself silent, and just tried to recuperate.
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Post by Raven8 on Jan 7, 2020 18:19:39 GMT -8
...the dank, dark prison far beneath the aquatic abyss reveals itself to be a cold, cruel place. A place without hope, without virtue. The cells prove themselves to be quite inescapable, and the Navis within find themselves to be devoid of their normal powers. They cannot fight back, and cannot take freedom for themselves. The scenario would be downright alien for some, and confusing for all. What is this place? Why weren't they just deleted...
...and why is the prison shaking?
Slam after powerful slam rocks the prison, rattling the room in set rhythm as it gets louder and louder. Closer and closer. It feels like something is firing cannons nearby in set intervals, or the base itself moving, dragging along the ocean floor. But those more observant among the group, and those who had been here for some time would already know the truth; these are footsteps.
It doesn't take long. The entire wall to one side of the prison quakes and slowly opens, revealing a terrific site on the other side.
Standing no less than 18 feet tall is a... Navi? A behemoth of a being armored in shining red and silver plating. Its gait and baring seems almost reptilian in nature, with a wide stance, a slightly hunched over back, and a long, red tail dragging behind. The monster's hands are fused, leaving nothing more than huge, hinged metal plates where fingers should be, and an off-set thumb.They appear to be designed to grip, and possibly to tear. Behind each hand is a large launcher of some form with a wide, blue opening for an unknown purpose. Above this, a set of huge shoulder pads flare out to the sides, with a large, shield-like headplate rising above them. Affixed to this head-plate are three huge horns comprised of brilliant silver, with what appears to be a large cannon barrel between them. Beneath this, a saurian-like face peers out and looks over the group with a menacing glare. Whatever this beast is, it's here for the prisoners
Well, well, well. It seems that we have new guests.
The giant steps into the prison, each step shaking the ground as it had before. He gives an arrogant yet foreboding look across the room, in particular eyeing Genesis before he continues.
Allow me to offer my deepest gratitude for visiting us today! I can only assume that you're here for the same reason as our previous guests...
The monster lays a hand onto the bars of Genesis' sell and turns his hand, bending them like tinfoil in his clutch before returning them to normal without even looking.
....to stretch you to your absolute limits. To find your breaking point, and to give you a new way of looking at your own realities. I am Silverhorn, and I am the warden of this facility. It will be my job to give each and every one of you the tools that you need to look into the deepest corners of your darkest soul to see what's hiding there, and then rip away that final delusion to free you from all that's holding you back from... your destiny.
Silverhorn's eyes shift over to Rosary
Silverhorn: ...all but Rosary. She's exempt.
Silverhorn rears back his head, bringing his briliant namesake horns out of sight of the cells in a show of pride.
Silverhorn: I'll let you all rest before we begin. I want you feeling as good as possible! But for now, do you have any questions for me?
Silverhorn's eyes dart across the room, daring the inmates to speak.
Silverhorn: I'm all ears.
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Post by church on Jan 7, 2020 18:39:33 GMT -8
#s://d1nr5wevwcuzuv~cloudfront~net/product_photos/63131085/file_29db21bec2_original~jpg Jin let out a deep sigh as he tried to remember how long he had been in this facility. Days? Weeks? Months? Time seemed to stretch beyond all reasoning when one could not see daylight. He'd gotten used to being tormented, and at this point, it barely phased him. Still, some parts of him still remained whimsical, or possibly even lighthearted. He had very little room for remorse, concern, or even pity in his core, but sometimes he enjoyed acting out a bit, if only to cling to what little sanity he had left. He'd been drowned, torn apart, decapitated, had his face punched in with unnatural force, and been used as a conduit by the one in the cell next to his own, and that was all before being sent to this seemingly under water prison. Still, one question played across his mind as he considered every possible means of escape to be less than advisable. "I have but one question. Would you like to make the first move?" He had learned to play chess while serving his first sentence in New Life. It helped him build a repertoire as a good prisoner with some of the ONB officers, such as Gravity Beetle and Resonance. He didn't normally make a habit of doing things that would cause him to be treated poorly while incarcerated, but somehow, he had ended up in quite possibly the most hellish hole in the net. "Also, what was it exactly that I did to get sent here?"
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Post by xoDeathy on Jan 8, 2020 9:57:34 GMT -8
#s://avvesione~files~wordpress~com/2016/04/big_order-01-daisy-pink_hair-pink_star_pupils-eyes-bright-looking_back-smile~jpg "Oh."
Rosary sat up onto her knees and stared at the wall, still treating Vanguard as if he was a part of the wall. She laid her hands gently onto her legs as if showing respect.
"Well hello there, Vanguarderino! My name's Rosary! I've never had a prison mate before so this could be a whole lotta fun! Do you like any road--"
"Is there anything you can tell me of importance about where we are?"
"Where we are? Uhh.. well there's water.. and we appear to be in it.. soooooo underwater? Yeah that sounds about right! ... oooo I hear tha warden coming down."
Then is when the mighty steps of Silverhorn approached, quaking the area with each one. Rosary excitedly walked up to the grates to look at him.
"Hiiiiii Silverhorn! You haven't been back here in a while!"
Rosary waved her arm enthusiastically for a mighty hello. The entire time Silverhorn introduced himself to those that don't know him, she remained quiet with a rather large smile on her face. She appreciated Silverhorn quite a bit and found it cool how tall he was. She wondered often if smashing him into the side of the NIA or the ONB would make a bigger crash.
"..all but Rosary. She's exempt."
"WHAT!!"
Her giddy expression quickly turned to shock. How come she didn't get to have fun ripping out souls with everyone else?! She began lightly throwing a fit on the bars of her cell, smacking them with her fists one at a time.
"Silverhooooooorn that's not faaaaaaaair! I wanna have fun too!"
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Post by Warrior on Jan 8, 2020 16:25:25 GMT -8
#s://i~imgur~com/HMwvYex~png " ... "
Faith remained silent as Silverhorn came and made his speech -- her eyes sizing him up as best she could from her cell whenever his weren't directed at her.
She didn't have any quirky remarks of her own, but hearing faint voices of others speak up left her watching to see how he responded now. Wall-flowering in a prison seemed ideal enough in her eyes, now was a matter of observing whether the opposite would bear any fruit.
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