Jackson I M: His kids, Blade, Glory (Ind) and Makaki

Jackson looked at Malaki as he offered to go after Blade, but Jackson just shook his head. It wasn't worth it, not when she guy was walking away. Did he want to bash the man's head in for hurting his sweet little girl? Yes. But he had self control and knew when to stand down and when to fight.
"It's alright. She's okay, she just will have some bruising. If he ever comes near them again,.. I'll really show him what I can do." Jackson spat bitterly, helping Dia up. The girl had tears and looked very sad. Jackson sighed, hugging the girl close to him gently before letting her go. He put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her close to him now. He picked Aztec up once again too, who was crying now too out of fear. "Would you like to help us look for Glory? Any company is good company, right? Well unless it's that psychopath... fu- damn I hate him." Jackson censored himself as he was in the presence of his young son and his daughter.

Sephtis

Sephtis didn't go back home, but was at a destroyed facility. Standing in the center of it all - his eyes dulls when memories came flooding back. His eyes move down to the ground, focusing on one particular spot. A scorth mark was on the ground, but it was at an odd shape - shaped of that of a human curled up in a sideways fetal position. He walks over towards it, then lays down on top of it. Matching the position of the left behind marking.

He closes his eyes, taking in the familiar scent of the facility. "Father. I am home...I'm sorry for being late. Do forgive me." His hand rubs against the floor, his fingers tracing rubble, and nicks his fingers on a piece of glass. Sephtis starts to doze off - going into an odd sort of world. His mind world. He was standing inside a facility, the destroyed facility he's currently laying in. He stares at a boy, no more than ten, looking up at a man wearing the Ibex lab coat. The man has dusky brown hair, messing kept with baggy eyes. Signs that the scientist rarely slept, to add, he has a bit of stubbles along his jawline.

"Father, will my illness ever be cured?" The boy ask curiously, his eyes of blue filled with excitement. The scientist kneels in front of him, ruffling his hair with a loving smile on his face. "Of course. We just need to run a couple of test on you first." The scientist respond, placing a hand on the boy's shoulders. "I'll take whatever risk if it means to make you feel better. No matter what you go through, note that I love you." Sephtis steps towards him, phasing through the boy then kneels in front of the man. Locking eyes with the scientist. "Was I truly sick, father?" Grown Sephtis inquires, knowing he won't gain an answer.

The two figures fades away, leaving Sephtis to himself, only for another scene to appear a couple of feet away. Sephtis stood up, walking over to the scene. Staring at the child curling up into a ball, rocking back and forth. The child was crying, begging the pain to stop. "Father. Can you please tell them to stop? It hurts so bad." The boy says in-between wails, the figure of the male scientist emerges from the shadows and stands in front of the boy. "Just a couple of more tests and you'll be fixed. Remember, this is me showing you love. The love to not let you die by such an illness." The boy stops crying, wiping his face and stands up, going over to hug him. The scientist places a hand on top of the boy's head. "Just one more test, then it should be done." "Okay, father. I'll do the test."

Sephtis stands next to the two figures, his eyes filled with anger. "You lied about that too. Lied about it being my final test." The scene in front of his eyes disappears, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply. Another scene appears, once he always hated. His eyes focused to on a boy strapped to a table, hands and legs impaled instead of tied. The reason why is because the boy kept escaping from the straps with all the squirming he did. The boy was crying, eyes bloodshot with blood pouring out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. "Please, stop! It hurts! It all hurts!" The boy begs, each time he moves, his hands and legs would hurt, but he can't help but wiggle around. Whatever they put into his body was hurting him badly - hurting him to the point he could die at any moment. The male scientist was there, standing right above his head with a smile of love on his face. "Don't worry, boy. After this, you'll feel better." His eyes turn to an unseen person, his eyes cold and crude. "Another dosage. Stat." This is where it all happened - the unending death loops he was stuck in. The boy would die, until to come back again, introduced with another dosage of the mysterious liquid. The pain was making his body give up, but whatever they have him was making him come back. Each time the boy was alive, he would ask them to stop, the blood leaving his body, but he didn't die from such blood loss.

The scene fades away, with Sephtis not saying another word. Another scene emerges, the same boy curling up in a fetal position while hugging a human head. The boy was shaking, tears pouring out of his soulless, yet no sounds left the boy. "I brought you pain because I love you. I'm doing what you do father," curling up tighter, parts of the facility. Bodies scattered around, some missing parts of their body. "Pain is love, right? You loved me, right? Did you truly do, father?" He closes his eyes, "I returned your love, father. I did, so please...wake up now. If I can do it, so can you. Please come back to me father." He starts to sob, the feeling of loneliness overwhelming the boy. "Do what I did. Don't leave me by myself." All of it was gone, leaving Sephtis alone in the dark world. "Being soft is what gets you killed. Is what let others take advantage of you. I learned that the hard way." With his final words, Sephtis woke up and he slowly sits up.

Sighing, raking his fingers through his hair. Baggy eyes formed now, "Why do I torture myself with such memories?" He says, but makes no movement of getting up anytime soon.

Malaki: Mentions: Blade, Jackson, Glory and his kids

Malaki looked back in the direction of where Blade went before turning back to Jackson and his kids. "Okay... I guess we'll let him go for now." He looked at Dia for another second so that there weren't any immediate or severe injuries before replying to Jackson. "Let's keep looking. I'm sure that we'll find Glory eventually. The mansion is only so big; we'll find her or find a lead eventually. Lead the way since I'm clearly lost as to where we need to go."

Jericho: Mentions: Ero and Dread

Jericho happily walked with Ero, hand in hand, until she tripped and bumped into Dread. Instead of moving on, she stopped and looked at Dread with curiousity. Is... is this one of her previous obsessions? Why does she have such an interest with this man? He stayed close to Ero, looking at Dread in an attempt to figure out if the two had any previous interactions together before she met him. "Ero... do you know who this man is? I've never met him myself before..."

Malaki: Mentions: Jackson and his kids

Malaki looked at Jackson before looking back at Aztec. "Sure thing." He took Aztec in his arms and made sure that Aztec was well supported and wouldn't slip out of his arms. "Don't worry... I'll make sure you're okay..." He said to Aztec before looking over and at Jackson. Hopefully we don't go into another massive circle and get absolutely nowhere in this mansion.

Glory || Mentions: Shi

Watching as Shi looked her over, she sighed quietly to herself, her hands rubbing against one another nervously. "Acid. Your blood is toxic to the touch. Sensory. Enhanced Senses. Hmm. . .we will have Shadow train you in that one when he gets back. And your wings. Which means we will have to work on your flying." "Shadow? Who is Shadow?" She asked, curiously. She knew he wasn't with Ibex, Shi wouldn't do such a thing, or so she thought, but she was pretty sure Shi wasn't like that. Shadow was most likely another experimental, and by teh sounds of it, Shi knew him well hence the fact she would have Glory train with him.

"First off, with your fire, we can merge it with my ice. Something similar we did with Flame in the Ibex facility to create those bombs. We can figure out how to make those again." Shrugging, Glory replied, "Well, I don't see why not."

Following Shi, they reached a room, most likely a training center of some sort. The woman had picked up a spear-like object, and twirled it around in an expertly fashion. Meanwhile, Glory examined Shi's jewel from a distance, wondering how painful it was to embed into the woman's skin and how uncomfortable in may be. However, her thought process about it was interuppted when Shi asked her a question, "Your fire. Can it melt jewels?" Huh. Did it? She didn't particulary know for a fact.. "Well, I don't know in true honesty. I have been able to melt all materials of metal, cement. I have never tried jewels... your not saying I am going to burn the jewel out of you, now are you? I wouldn't be able to do such a thing, it would surely burn your skin, maybe even more then just your skin."