Achlys | 16 | Female | M: Amber

Achlys convulsed with laughter at what the other experimental had said. It almost seemed as if the girl wasn’t taking this conversation seriously with how much she was laughing, nor did she bother to even make an effort to stop her cackling. But thoughts ran through her head faster than a bullet could be shot out from a gun. Did this other person seriously think that escape was possible? How could anyone be so… naive? Well, it didn’t matter, since Achlys was about to drop a truth bomb on her neighbor, anyway. The experimentals were in a facility that lay in the middle of the ocean. What could anyone do about that? Nothing.

“You don’t seem to have realised,” Achlys giggled before momentarily pausing, “that we’re in the middle of the ocean. So even if we do manage to escape,” she went on, her tone light and casual with not even the faintest trace of seriousness, “what can we possibly do about that? If you think that we can make it out of a facility that’s surrounded by countless miles of ocean, then you’re wrong.” Achlys finished, chuckling a bit afterwards. “So wrongwrongwrongwrong.”

Inside, though, Achlys’s mood was completely different. She was overwhelmed with a sense of panic and fear stronger than any she’d ever felt before in her life. She didn’t want to live the rest of her life surrounded by humans in a small cell with nothing but walls and a bed. She felt trapped and desperate. But she wasn’t going to show that to other people; she couldn’t. Because she wasn’t weak, and she wasn’t a coward.

Shaking her head to throw out her thoughts, the somewhat insane girl realised that she didn’t yet know her neighbor’s name, even though she’d asked earlier.

“Hey,” Achlys said in a raspy voice. “Mind telling me your name?”

Sephtis

Ava || Mentions: Sephtis

"Come, Ava. I'll show you to our room. I'm sure you'll like it better than that cell." Glancing up, confused, she spoke, "What? Our?-"Shivers crawled up her spine when Sephtis touched her, not daring to question any more. She began slowly walking forward, her pace picking up speed as they walked down the halls, passing numerous guards. They all seemed to be afraid of Sephtis, always quiet, not making a sound. It was nice, to a certain extent, yet somewhat suspicious. Did he really have this entire facility resting in the palm of his hand? Could he really do what he spoke of? Ava didn't know if she wanted those questions to be answered, the answer may just be to frightening.

Walking into a room, she almost gasped aloud. The decor, the furniture. It was like she walked through a door to a whole new building. It was actually quite beautiful, and it seemed.. kinda' cozy. Somehow, moving from such a bland cell to a decoritive room, made Ava a tad bit sleepy. No- dont. Shit. She couldn't feel like that, she couldn't.

Shaking her head no, she continued to stand, walking near the bed to at least respect the gesture to some extent. "Hmm, I know you have some questions, ask away." Ava gritted her teeth, and glanced down towards the ground, her jaw tight. She had a feeling her questions could backfire and upset Sephtis in some way, and in no way she wanted that to happen. So.. she would ask something simple. Ava picked her head up, looking at Sephtis with a serious glance. "Why me."

Achlys | 16 | Female | M: Amber, Ibex (ind)

Achlys quietly laughed, knowing that her neighbor who apparently went by the name of “Amber” had just had the realisation that Achlys was telling her about kick her hard in the stomach. She could hear the other girl pacing around in her cell and some inaudible muttering coming from her mouth. But the fact that the girl had said that she lost her memory? Now that was interesting. And so very… unfortunate.

Why would she lose her memory? It could’ve just been some condition or disease, but it was also possible that she got it from one of her abilities. Like how each time Achlys used her enhanced intelligence, she lost a bit of her sanity. She only lost her mind a slight bit each time, but by now the girl had used her ability so much that it was starting to have a more serious effect. Before, Achlys had tried not to rely on her abilities too much in order to keep her mind in one piece- but, she’d miserably failed when Ibex had shown up again.

By sheer luck and wits Achlys had escaped each of the organization's traps. Well, until recently where they’d tried the unhonorable, cowardly tactic of rendering her unconscious with poison gas in order to drag her to this hellish place. But, it was smart, since it worked. She’d been going about her day when they’d just appeared out of nowhere and ruined it. Achlys would make them pay. She’d make Ibex pay for casting her life into waste and making her lose some of her sanity, more of which she was sure would disappear along the way.

“Losing it-” Achlys whispered. “Losing my sanity, losing my mind,” she laughed in a much louder, hearable way that rang out across her room. She was going to continue on with her babbling until she remembered Amber’s question.

“My name…” said Achlys with a small pause, “...is Achlys.”

Blade I I Menions: Jericho

Blade grins as the other man pinned him down suddenly. He didn't expect the kimura, but he definately did not expect his shoulder to make a sickening pop. He felt pain flood over his body and a few tears slipped from his eyes. He wasn't crying out in pain though, he was laughing, laughing hard at that. He finally had enough, still laughing almost too hard to catch his breath. He managed to free his other arm and elbow the guy in the face, making him laugh even harder. He was psychodic, he knew that. Yet he didn't care, this whole situation was making him crack up and he loved it, even as he hated the pain.

Jericho: Mentions: Blade

Jericho had to backpedal as he was caught flush with an elbow to the face, breaking any possible chance of him repplying the Kimura on Blade. All he could hear was Blade laughing in that room. He laughed until he was nearly out of breath, as if he wanted nothing more for this fight than to fight an even battle. "You really are crazy..." Jericho mumbled as he checked his nose just so that Blade didn't break it. To his surprise a few drops of the red stuff leaked onto his fingers, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his patience with this guy wearing thin.

Head Scientist || Mentions: Ibex, Doctors, Guards (all ind.)

"Get the damn door." "Y-yes.."

"Is it closed?" "Yes.."

"Good."

On the surface, a boat was anchored, just above the Ibex Facility. Located in a room, below the deck, a man dressed in a black tux was sitting down, his fingers to his teeth, his eyes set to a nasty glare. In front of him, was one of the employers of the Ibex Facility below them, she kept her head down, her fingers latched onto one another behind her back. "What records do we have left from our previous Head.. Dr. Stevens?" The man asked, looking at the young woman, glowering at her. "I- well, w-we-" "Spit it out!" "Yes, we do.. have a few records and documents regarding of the escaped mutants.. we have most of their files but a few, but I promise you, we will get the-" a hand locked around her throat, picking her off the ground, a near few inches. "Don't promise things you can't keep," he hissed, his orange eyes like daggers, digging into the womens soul. "I-I-" she gasped for air, and her hands were tight around his, trying to pry them away. "Get me, the damn files," releasing the woman, she fell down with a thud, landing on her knees, a seering pain jolting up through her. "Well don't just sit there! Get up, and go down there, and get me those files," he growled, staring her down. The woman nodded, and stood up with a bit of difficulty, running out the door.

Sighing, and sitting back down in the chair, his teeth nibbling on his finger nails. He twirled his chair around, dragging it and himself towards a desk full of files. "BLDE34. NYX28. LVSHK70. SHI20. MLKI61." Those, and a few others files were piled on his desk, and he sighed, shaking his head. He didn't understand.. all these experiments, and the rest were supposed to be dead. They were genetically modified to live a certain period of time, but.. they are still alive? They should have died months ago! He banged the desk with a heavy thud, his fist curled, the grinding sound of teeth was quiet.

Glancing over towards a silver button, he pressed it, and began to speak. "Get the rooms ready."