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Post by jadamoon on Nov 30, 2012 18:59:23 GMT -5
Place: A Mutant Prison In Japan Time: About 3pm Gracey lay curled up on the floor. There where chain's around her wrist's and ankles. The skin by the chain's where rubbed and chafed. There was a dry red powdery substance on the chains where her blood had long since dried. Her silver hair was dull and limp and hung in to her waist. Her gray eyes looked to the floor. Anyone with a heart or any feelings at all that looked at her would feel sorrow and pity. But if they looked her in the eyes their heart would break from the depth pain and sadness held in them. The gown she wore was dull green and hung to her knees. The gown had dried blood stains and wholes in it. It was worn and filthy just like herself.
She had just returned from several hours of testing so she had several fresh bruises and cuts that still bled some. Not enough to be of harm to her. Her whole body was in pain but you couldn't tell by the way she looked. She had long since come used to being in pain all the time. Just than she could hear footsteps and the sound of keys. Her door opened and a tray with bread, water downed soup, a couple carrots and a bottle of water was on it. They slowly slid it toward her with his toe before closing the door and locking it again. She stared at the food. None looked appetizing. The carrots where a bit withered on the ends and a touch brown. The soup looked nasty. And she was sure the bread was old and stale. Slowly she crawled to the tray and grabbed the bread and bottle of water and drew back to where she had been curled up. She bit into the bread, which was obviously stale. She took a couple bites than set it aside and took a drink from her water bottle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 14:50:13 GMT -5
Erik had found himself traveling to many places, even his homeland of Germany but that had only brought back terrible memories of his wife and first child, both whom he had lost a great many years ago. He had been on this travel for little over 14 years now since the fall of his Brotherhood and he had been 'good' so far, but he was beginning to quickly grow tired of mingling with these homo sapiens, ones who seemed somewhat oblivious to who they passed day after day.
Today was no different in Japan. Erik had been enjoying himself to some lunch at one of the local restaurants sipping some tea, almost looking like the old man was minding his own business but that wasn't the case. Erik was always alert, always listening for what was going on in the area or if maybe something involving mutants was going on. To his surprise two english speaking men captured his attention, just in a booth behind him he could hear them speaking of something about experiments and using mutants, but not the good kind of experimentation either. Quietly he listened, continuing to sip his tea in a casual manner as he heard things that made him just want to show the men a thing or two but he restrained himself and remained there for an hour until the men at least began to leave.
Though they seemed like normal looking men you might expect to see in a city, casually dressed and just chatting about business but to Erik it was a clue as to what may be going on. Finishing his lunch Erik paid for his lunch, thanked the waitress kindly and got up as he grabbed his jacket, quickly following the men but using his magnetism to follow from the skies, having an idea they were leading him to their hidden lab. To mutants who were in need of help.
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Post by fire on Dec 1, 2012 15:45:39 GMT -5
It had taken years.
Years of neverending agony, mute pleas, regrets and torment, but finally, Loki had managed it. The shackles that held him under the snake, forcing his face upwards so that the poison could destroy it over and over again, while he pushed his body and mind to the limits to heal the injuries, fell.
So did the God of Mischief, collapsing to the ground in a heap of pale skin, lanky limbs and dark, matted hair.
He was so weak... so weak... and he hurt so much and he just wanted to curl up and sleep and that this all was a huge nightmare and his mother would come to wake him and hold him and give him warm milk to soothe him and put him back to sleep...
... but that was no dream.
There was no warm bed, no mother coming to his aid... and even if there had been milk, he would not have been able to drink.
It had been decided, that the muzzle was not suitable for the purpose to hinder him from spellcasting... and it protected a part of his face. Instead, his mouth had been sewed shut, partly as an additional punishment, partly to prevent the snakes poison from being swallowed and possibly ending his torment one day.
The snake hissed, trying to strike for him, but he was far out of her reach. Nevertheless, he flinched with the sound and turned towards a wall, crawling away like a wounded animal.
He needed a bit of time... he needed to regenerate, but he could not do it here. It wasn't safe. Of course, during the last... years?... or however long it had been, nobody had bothered with him.
The Trickster was finally rendered harmless - or so they thought.
Of course, his arms bound his mouth bound, but what they had not been able to bind was his brilliant mind and his willpower. And he had had time. A lot of time and a goal and the magic that pulsed through his veins, bound, but still there.
Loki had merely developed his own kind of magic.
But it was hard to use and painful and he was hungry and cold and sore and he wanted out of here. Asgard... wasn't safe.
It was Midgard or death... or worse, the snake again.
But how to get there..?
Traveling between the realms was not that easy, but Loki had done it before. Just that he was voiceless now, could not chant an incantation or a spell... his new magic would help.
After a few hours, he had fond a workaround and, collecting the last of his strength, teleported away - to Midgard.
Half naked, with cuts, bruises and whipmarks from years ago still on his body, wrists chafed raw and his mouth sewed shut with coarse thread, he managed somehow to appear in a park in Asia... unaware of his surroundings, bleeding heavily from his nose and from beneath the stitches that covered his lips, unconscious from the effort.
He never saw the two men approaching him.
Genji and Shiro, both helpers of these gaijin doctors who tested these oni and what have you, that had come up over the years... and seeing that tall, lanky being in strange garments and visibly escaped from whereever it had been held, they knew that they had found one of these things.
And probably a nasty one, from the look of its body. They had never seen one with its mouth sealed... maybe it had a poisonous bite?
Lifting the slight body prooved to be near impossible, the dark-haired "mutant" was far heavier than he had right and reason to be, so they merely dragged him to their little unobtrusive van.
Loki did not notice it at all.
He did not notice, how he was unloaded, categorised, chained, how the two men were generously rewarded for their find, how he got a number stamper on an emaciated arm and how he was dragged into a secure cell and chained tightly to the wall.
His body had merely given out after all these years and the overuse of his magic.
After several hours he should be raised for his first testing, but it was impossible to wake the Trickster God.
Lokis body had decided to take a time out and no puny mortals would give him other ideas. Not now, not when he could sleep for the first time in years without being in agony.
Since his weight was a lot higher as it could reasonably be, due to the Asgardian constitution, they decided to leave him for now in the cell and start the examination there.
Or rather, the interrogation first. Never before such a mutant had been found his body weight was much too height, although he looked starved, it was impossible to cut his filthy hair with a normal pair of scissors, an injection needle broke plainly off... what on earth *was* this? And who had kept it captive and for what purpose, since the injuries of the wrist and ankles, as well as the marks of torture on his body were still visible.
They needed answers... and sooner or later they would get them.
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Post by jadamoon on Dec 1, 2012 15:59:05 GMT -5
Time seamed to drag on. With nothing to do every day seamed like forever. She spent much of the time sleeping just to help pass the time. It wasn't long maybe three hours before two men came in. One grabbed each arm tightly and lifted her off the ground dragging her out of the room. Gracey's feet skimmed the ground. The men's hands wrapped all the way around both her arms. They where very tight much like a turnakit. Her arms throbbed in pain but she showed no emotion on her face. Even though she knew she would have two new bruises that wrapped all the way around her upper arm by tomorrow morning. It wasn't long before she was plumped down and strapped into a seat. Something was different. They usually strapped her to a table not a chair. She sat in it for almost an hour by herself. The men that brought her their had left. She had her head lowered and just stared at a spot on the table not letting any emotion show. Finally she heard the door open and shut but she didn't bother to speak.
Instead of doing the type of experiments that she was used to they placed a cup of some kind of liquid in front of her and told her to drink. She looked down at her arms that where cuffed to the chair. Cussing the man ordered another to unlock one arm. With it she was able to take hold of the cup and drink. She barely took a sip before she started gagging. The liquid burned going down her throat and tasted horrible. A man moved over to her a half hour after she took a sip and touched her. He froze and veins popped up in his arms. Another grabbed and pulled him away. They began yelling. They where obviously angry. They brought three more drinks in one at a time. When she refused to drink them. They chained her arm down again and forced her to drink it themselves. Each time the liquid burned even worse than the one before coughing her to cough. By the time they finished with her, her powers where still active and she was so worn out she had no energy left in her. Unchained they quickly dragged her back to her cell. A bottle of water was thrown in their with her just out of reach. She scrabbled for the water wanting to sooth her throat that still burned like it was on fire. Eventually she gave up and slumped against the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 21:52:54 GMT -5
It took some time before the two men at last arrived to what seemed a facility, one that was well away from the eye of the public and what made Erik narrow his eyes. What were these men doing way out here? Did this have anything to do with the experimentation on mutants he heard back in the restaurant? If it was he was about to find out as the men looked around quickly, not thinking to look up at the fact a man was hovering above them as they went through a rusted metal door.
Waiting just another few moments he finally lowered himself to the door, giving it a slight tug but finding it easily being able to be pulled without the use of his powers. Erik slowly pulled the door aside, wincing just a bit at the noise it created from all the rust but soon was able to close it with ease to find himself in a dark hall but the halls gave off some echoes of several voices...and screams. Painful, agonized screams of pain that would make a grown man cringe. At least one who actually cared for the feelings of others and Erik knew all those screams were from mutants, unless some were mutates like those of the Future Foundation. None the less more then likely most were mutants.
Swiftly but silently Erik moved down the halls, following the sounds of the many men speaking or the cries of his fellow mutants until he came to a stairway that led to a few different levels. At the same moment however, a scientist happen to step out from a door and look up, seeing Erik plain as day. "Hey who are...agh!"The man was cut off with a sharp cry of pain as part of the floor was manipulated and stuck clean through his foot as Erik made his way down to the man. "Where are they?"He said in a icy calm tone. "I'll never tell you filth!" The man snarled despite the pain but cried even more as his other foot was stuck through. "Where are they!"Erik demanded in a sharper tone, the man finally pointing down to the last floor before making the death quick and snapping the man's neck with his bare hands and floating down to the last floor.
There he found some experiments going on and used the door that was in his path to separate into small spikes, striking the humans as he went and releasing those who were strapped down to a table or chair of some kind. There was no mercy, no thoughts of letting the humans escape. No his gray eyes were full of cold malice, bent on avenging the mutants who were suffering for what seemed a long many years.
When he was down with checking for more experiments going on he made his way to the cells, again striking down a few that came at him. "W-who are you?"A man who was barely alive asked, a spike embedded into his chest and Erik just stopped briefly."You may call me Magneto,"He said coldly before facing the doors and raising his arms, the doors rattling slightly before they were ripped away from their hinges just as a few security came and shot at Erik from across one hall. He grunted slightly as a few bullets hit his shoulder and grazed his back but with a growl he used the guns to come from the two dumbfounded mens' hands before they fell into a dead heap when being shot by their own weapons.
With this done and not hearing others attempting to be heroes Erik turned and began to casually walk down the halls, using his power to release any who might be shackled and looking at their condition for himself. And as he suspected many of them were in terrible shape, if some had gone mad or were close to nothing but skin and bone. It was exactly as he had feared years ago, nothing had changed.
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Post by fire on Dec 2, 2012 0:13:16 GMT -5
It took a while, but eventually, Loki stirred. And yawned: Stretched and opened his eyes, not knowing where he was and what had happened. He was laying on something... hard. Stone.
Dungeon? No... the ground was... different. No stones but another material he could not remember the name of. Something... the mortals had.Sleepily he raised a hand to rub his face, that is, he wanted to, but his movement was stopped harshly by pressure on his wrist and confused, he looked down at it.
A gleaming manacle held it, a chain connected it to the floor and Loki frowned, confused. What had happened to him??
"Ah yes, we're finally awake."
an arrogant voice sneered and Loki looked up, blinking and trying to focus, trying to understand what by the roots of Yggdrasil was this now - not helped by his sleep-deprieved brain demanding that he turned around, ignored the mortal ant and rested some more. That seemed to be not the worst idea at the moment and snorting, the God of Mischief laid down again, closing his eyes.
Whatever the mortal wanted, it could wait.
He would allow him to praise him later or something, but now he needed sleep.
Unfortunately, the mortal, Dr. Stanley Richards, had other ideas. He had no idea what this mutant was, but his seemingly invincible skin was highly interesting. He was already planning some experiments with light machineguns and napalm for this special one, but of course, first off the cause of his injuries had to be cleared. These injuries were looking similar to a generic humans, but they hadn't even managed to leave a scratch on him with their instruments.
Who was this mutant, where had he been held and by whom? Whoever his former masters were, maybe a cooperation could be beneficial for both sides...
But the dark-haired mutant seemed to exhausted to answer any question, probably had no idea where he has and settled down again to sleep. Of course, that wasn't what Dr. Richards wanted.
"Who told you, you could just sleep now, hu? Do you think I have nothing better to do?"
he snapped at him and, picking up a long device with a cattle prod at the end, stood up and approached the being.
"Damn *look*at me when I'm talking to you!"
The mortal won't stop talking... and it made no sense what he was saying. Not to Loki, that was. He yawned again.
//Moronic mortal! Don't you see that your god wishes to rest?//
Loki thought angrily, being unable to talk and closed his eyes in mute protest once more. When something touched him, he sleepily tried to bat it away, but the electric current that ran through his body woke him up completely.
With wide eyes he looked down his side, to where he had been touched. It hadn't really hurt, but it was a sensation he did not know. What was this??
The mortal laughed.
"Don't test my patience, you freak. I'm able to see that you are quite a handful and don't you think for a second you can play us!"
And for good measure, he shocked the "mutant" again. Lokis brain caught up and the Trickster God did not like what he saw. Ignoring the human for a moment, he looked at his restraints.
Stainless, durable steel of a strength that could hold a dozen of rampaging bulls. But not the God of Mischief.
It would have costed him no more than a gesture to make the chains fall off his body like feathers, but he wanted to make a statement. Anger coursing through his frail body like lava, he took the chain and snapped it cleanly in two. The same process was repeated with the other three that held him, with the manacles he would deal later. Coming to his feet, he approached the mortal, slowly, like a cat playing with its prey, smiling despite of the blood that flowed freely from the stitches that held his mouth.
The day wasn't going well for Dr. Richards. He pressed the alarm, frantically, repeatedly, but any help came to late. A strangely elegant gesture of a pale, slender hand made him crash against the wall with the force of a truck - again and again and again.
The last though on his mind was:
How did that thing do that? He did not even touch...
Loki was seething, of course.
How could these disgusting worthless ANTS dare to imprison a GOD???
It was one thing to be imprisoned by gods, with means that might have been able to hold Jormungandr down, in respect for his abilities... but some fancy little chains... and a room... with a fancy little unsecured door..?
Another movement made the door explode out of its hinges and hurled it through the hall behind. Sirens were howling, a red light was illuminating the scene and faceless, nameless men in riot gear, armed with tasers, tranquiliser guns and real guns came running from all directions.
Loki mentally sighed. Ants with sticks. GREAT!!!
The God of Mischief decided that it was probably time for another "Ant < boot" explanation. And since he had already given one, he did not deem it necessary to hold back this time, especially, since the rest had helped him a lot.
Magic was streaming through his body, unloading in blasts of green energy that burned, crushed and twisted his opponents into unrecognizable heaps while Loki was murmuring spells that were never heard, merely because he connected them to his gestures.
But it showed that his seidr was strong enough without any incantation as well and Loki relished in his returned power. True, it was not his full power... not yet... he was still pathetically weak, but it was enough to get things done.
Loki did not bother to free anybody, especially, since the mortals were casting little pieces of metal at him from their primitive wands and they flew off into all directions. First off, he would have to eliminate the thread.
Stepping carefully over a collapsed little mutant girl, that had obviously been dropped where it was when the alarm rang - Loki actually liked children - he catapulted two approaching security men through a door with a wave of his hand.
This time it was an interesting door... opening the way to a corridor. Was that a way out? Loki had no idea, but he was curious. A snap of his fingers broke first one guards neck, then the other ones - he did not need opponents in his back - before Loki walked down the corridor, chains still hanging from his wrists and ankles, his upper body naked and visibly injured. He hadn't deemed it necessary to invest energy in a glamour for ants who would die soon anyway.
It was just his body, after all!
Coming around a corner though, hands raised, poised to strike, green energy crackling around them, Loki froze in his spot though.
A stately, nearly regal silhouette was doing... well, what was he doing, actually? Looked as if he was doing the same he did, crushing ants.
The God of Mischief blinked.
A tall man, slender though, dressed in a shining armour, with silver hair... and two eyes.
Nearly subconsciously, he casted his magic on a hapless guard, who was blocking his sight towards the man. The view was just too
fascinating interesting....
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Post by jadamoon on Dec 2, 2012 9:13:33 GMT -5
Gracey laid sprawled on the floor. She had pretty much given up on the bottle but her fingers still stretched and tried to reach it. Her throat was in so much pain. She needed something to sooth it. It felt like a thousand tiny knives where stabbing at the inside of her throat while hot lava was poured down it. It wasn't until she could here guns going off that she gave back and crawled back to the wall and curled into a ball. She didn't know what was going on maybe a mutant had broken free. But soon the mutant would either be dead or back in chains. Nobody ever escaped from this place. She had tried a few times when she first arrived. But each ended up in failure and she had been beaten for her attempts.
But the longer the guns continued to go off, a small burst of hope started to bubble up. This mutant must be strong. She could hear many cries of pain coming from the above floor. But than a few doors down from her she heard a door fly off the hinges and bang against the wall. She jumped and wished she could look out the tiny window on her door. If who ever was here was freeing mutants maybe she would be free soon to? But the longer the time passed her hopes diminished. Now she could here gun fire right outside the room she was in and screams from the men that where killed. She curled back into a ball close to the ground encase any bullets flew through the door by accident. She didn't want to be shot. Good thing she did a few moments later a bullet went through the window and hit the wall a few feet above her head. Her window was shattered, now she could hear a little better. Things weren't muffled any more. Time seamed to go on. It wasn't long before the bullets on her floor seamed to fade away. Tears began to build behind her eyes. She could just feel them welling up. She wasn't going to be freed today. She would live here forever she just knew it. Tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the light gray cement as well as her filthy gown. It was the first sign of any emotion she had shown in like three years. She couldn't take it any more. She she couldn't get free than maybe she should just kill herself. She couldn't take any more pain or suffering. She was only skin and bones as it was. It wouldn't take much to kill her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2012 6:23:04 GMT -5
Indeed, Erik was paying little attention to any guards or scientists that would be dumb enough to approach. He could easily take them out with his bare hands or simply use any metal to kill them off, there was plenty enough of the doors alone he could make a weapon in no time with a flick of his finger. No now he was focusing his attention on bringing down the doors, releasing the mutants that were being held captive and allowing them to leave or found use for them later, but at the moment he could see many of them were just interested in getting out while they could.
But quarter of a way down the hall his gray eyes focused on a human as he was brought down, revealing behind him a lanky man who seemed in terrible shape and it seemed starved in a way. But he had green energy crackling around his hands, but he was the only other being who he could see had any strength to fight off these guards. Perhaps behind his appearance there was certainly a fighter? It seemed so, but Erik didn't know if this man was a mutant or not. At the moment he didn't recognize Loki at first but he certainly had captured the Master of Magnetism's attention. "Well this is certainly something I wasn't expecting, none the less it's good to see someone else has the will to fight."He said calmly as usual, though he could see Loki's mouth was sewn shut making the man wonder who would be so cruel as to go that far.
Stopping in front of the door near Gracey's he raised a hand to create a metal knife from one of the fallen doors and sent Loki,"A little something to help you,sir?"He asked in curt manor before using his other hand to remove the metal door and peered inside. He was not expecting however to see the young mutant there who looked in bad condition herself and she was crying. He assumed it was from all the commotion and that she was likely startled,"It's alright child, I'm not here to hurt you."
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Post by fire on Dec 3, 2012 10:39:56 GMT -5
Green, too huge eyes in a drawn face peered nervously, anxiously into Lehnsherrs steely grey ones. The look of a cornered, feral animal, determined to rather die or chew up a limb than to give up its freedom... or rather kill indiscriminantly whatever and whoever blocked its path to freedom.
Anybody could clearly see in these eyes that the God of Mischief was hovering at the verge of full-blown insanity, which was certainly understandable after what he went through.
But there was something else in these eyes. Fear. Blankness. Maybe even a plea for help. The same look he had worn, when they had sewn his lips shut and blood had flooded his mouth when he had tried to cry out for his father.
Assumed father. Once upon a time father. Odin Allfather - just not Lokis.
Odin had not minded. He had not helped. Not then, not before when they had tried to get answers out of him, answers he did not even know himself, not after when he had been chained under the snake... and he had learned that he was truly alone.
But this man now... who reminded him *uncannily* of Odin... the tallness, the silvery hair, the calm gaze - although from two eyes... the armour... would he be the same?
Cautiously, invisible tendrils of magic reached out for Magneto, but before they reached him, Magneto made a well-meant, but regrettably misunderstood gesture to help. Loki had by now understood that this man was, what he would call a sorcerer or a mage, but when the dagger appeared and approached him, that was forgotten. His eyes opened wider in shock and fear and with an angry shake of his head, green energy blasted forwards, literally disintegrating the feared instrument, before Loki himself disintegrated as well, only to appear a few dozen yard further, eyes fixed on the by now feared man.
Was there no respite for him? Was really everybody out to get him?
Loki snorted warily and shook his head, body tensed like a bundle of wires, while he eyed the man. Magnetos words had made no sense to him. As if there was nothing else needed than a knife to open the thread that held his mouth shut! Now that would have been easy, wouldn't it?
No, Odin had taken care to make the thread as indestructable as possible, knowing how resourceful his adopted son usually was...
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Post by jadamoon on Dec 3, 2012 17:26:07 GMT -5
Soon noise returned to the outside of her cell. It was voices, but they where muffled and she couldn't make heads or tails of them. The sound of bullets had stopped for now. For all she knew the humans had defeated who ever had tried to free themselves and where now bringing order back to the place. The sense of hopelessness crashed down on her even harder. For after years of being caged up in this place with no hope, than to find hope and than loose it was hard. The pain in her chest was intense.
Just as she had given up all hope of being freed of this place her door was ripped off it's hinges. Her head snapped up and her eyes widened. Outside her cell was a man with steel grey eyes wearing some kind of armor. Part of her knew he was a mutant. Than he spoke, the words where soft as he tried to comfort her. She was afraid to hope. Her mouth hung open and she looked at the man. She tried to speak but after years of not speaking her voice was barely a croak. "Who.... you?" Her voice was a whisper she wasn't sure he could here her. She tried to clear her throat but it still burned from the strange liquids she was forced to drink. Her eyes darted to the water bottle that was still out of her reach while she was in the chains. She reached once more but her fingers where inches from them. Again she tried to speak, "Please...... sssso....... thirsty." Every time she spoke it was in Japanese and she hoped the man understood.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2012 0:36:15 GMT -5
Gracey's condition at the moment appalled Erik. She only seemed about fourteen or fifteen, if at the most sixteen in age but she was close to nothing but skin and bones. It actually both saddened and angered him at the same time, he was saddened since she was still a young girl but angered at what the humans had done to her and treated her like a prisoner. This was what he had hated the most, feared for the fate of mutants. Unfortunately convincing others he was changed, especially his son Pietro who he had seen a short time ago, was now going to be a thing of the past. It was enough.
For the time being though he put that to the back of his mind, walking toward the girl until she spoke, unable to understand her since she could speak Japanese. Her first question he didn't know what she had said but the second part was a lot more clear when he noticed she reached for the water that was out of reach. Raising his hand he made the shackles drop from her wrists and ankles while picking up the water and opening it, moving closer and kneeling on one knee beside Gracey as he handed it to her,"Here you are young one."He said gently, hoping he would be able to at least help this girl seeming as others hadn't bothered to stick around to help.
Though he wondered what her name was, only able to see a number on her arm. It faintly reminded him of his days in WWII when he was in the concentration camp, baring a number when he was a prisoner and still did to this day. But he pushed those memories away as he held out a hand to the young mutant,"What is your name child?"
ooc:Okay I improvised since Loki seems to have left the site and guess we're continuing without him
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Post by jadamoon on Dec 4, 2012 19:56:45 GMT -5
Gracey was scared yes but there was something about this man. She felt something inside her that told her she could trust him. When he grabbed the water bottle her eyes fallowed it and she licked her dry lips. When the shackles fell off she gasped forgetting about the water momentarily. She raised her hands up and rubbed her right wrist with her left hand than repeated with the other hand. Both palms of her hands where dyed red with blood from the sores from where the chains had rubbed against her skin for years. Her ankles where just as bad. Tears began to flow again as a feeling of being freed settled over her. Just than she remembered the man in front of her. She gave a week smile and reached for the water bottle. Their fingers brushed skin against skin for only a moment. But it was long enough for Gracey to absorb the english language he was speaking in. She downed the whole bottle in a matter of seconds. "Th....Thank you," Her accent was clear but her language was now english.
Standing up Gracey leaned against the wall. She was so week. Every time she had left her room she had been dragged or carried. "Th...thank you.... f....f..for rescue me." She cleared her throat trying to make her voice less rusty. It made her throat a little soar to talk after so long. "My....name Gracey. Wh....who are.... you?" She couldn't stop smiling. After being held prisoner for so long and being put through more pain than any one person should ever go through she finally was free. But she wouldn't be completely free until she got out of this place. Only than would she feel like she was truly free of this place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2012 15:03:22 GMT -5
The sight of her dried blood made Erik shake his head slightly, this was no way to treat any being whether they were human, mutant, or alien in any shape or form. It was obviously inhumane and cruel, it was enough it should have made any right minded person disgusted and angered. But these scientists had no right mind, only hatred towards mutants.
Looking upon the girl again he was glad to see she was able to at least pick up the water, but the feeling of suddenly having his life force being absorbed slightly made him look at Gracey closely for a moment. Was that her mutant ability? It had something he had felt before from the X-man Rogue. Perhaps her powers were a similar manner which explained her unusual hair color and eyes. "My name is Erik Gracey, and I came to help all of those who were imprisoned here for so long. Including someone as young as you are."He told her, glad that they could at least understand one another.
Now there was the task of getting the young mutant girl out while he could,"Will you be able to walk at all Gracey?"He asked her,Erik seeing how weak she was looking. If she couldn't he would certainly carry her and his armor provided enough protection between them she wouldn't risk draining any more of his life force.
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Post by jadamoon on Dec 5, 2012 16:56:55 GMT -5
She knew it, she knew someone would come for her and the others. And here he was, a mutant just like her. Even though she was still in allot of pain she couldn't help but smile up at Eric. She was just so happy. Tears again began to steadily slide down her cheeks. But this time they where not tears of pain or fear or hopelessness. No these tears, these tears where tears of joy. "I knew s...someone would come M...Mr. Eric s...sir, I just knew it."
At his question she frowned just a little. She wasn't sure if she could. If she leaned against the wall she might. Concentrating Gracey slowly walked a few feet leaning against the wall and putting her weight on it. "Yes Mr. E...Eric sir, I c...can but I'll b...be slow." She beamed up at him. She was nine years old when she was brought here. She was fifteen now. So many years of pain and torture where finally over. Once she was healed she vowed to find the other institutes and free the others. For she knew there where more institutes across the world. She had heard the american's talk of one near the city called New York. "There are m...more place like th...this. Can we h...help them to M...Mr. Eric sir?" She really hoped he would say yes. She never wanted another mutant to go through what she did. No one should. But if she had the chance she would force every human that was a part of this to go through it. Maybe than they would understand.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2012 20:14:30 GMT -5
Erik couldn't help but give Gracey a slight smile, glad to see she had at least had some hope for rescue and sometimes it came. Maybe not always the best kind but none the less it was help. Though to see her tears of happiness he was sure the young girl couldn't be happier for someone to be there and save them, to give them back the freedom they rightfully deserved but had been torn away for so long. Well no longer would that happen.
"It happen to be a lucky day I heard two men at the restaurant I was at talking about experimentation upon mutants, and unfortunate for them it lead me here."He told her but watched her attempt to walk and held out an arm for her to get a better hold and to be a lot more steady just in case. But he didn't mind if they had to be a little slow, if he had to he would create a makeshift transport if he had to and carry them from there. However, her news of hearing there was other facilities made Erik frown at the news, especially when it involved mutants being subjected to this torture.
"Yes Gracey, we will. And I will certainly help you gain your strength back and to be able to be stronger then you are now."Erik assured her and thought a moment. "You can think of it as you being my first new student and for a much brighter future."
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