Malaki: Mentions: Night

"I guess I could really use some training to hone in my abilities to make sure I don't have any collateral damage during a fight." He scratched the bottom of his chin, looking around. "I feel like Glory won't be willing to train me for anything after I fought her. I... I used my Primal Fear on her when we were fighting. I was so scared that they would kill us both if I didn't, but if that wasn't enough before, then she definitely won't be willing after I broke Blade's mind. Apparently the two know each other or whatnot, but I didn't know that at the time. I just saw that Blade ripped away a couple from each other and began beating up the girl from some sick pleasure that baffles me right now. Do I sound crazy Night?"

Jericho: Mentions: Ahyma and Ava

Jericho looked at the two girls, and his hairs began to raise as he geared to pull them apart from each other. "Uh... do you two know each other from beforehand? I'm sensing some history here..." He looked at Ava, and it was clear that she was spooked for some reason, possibly because of Ahyma for some reason. What is her deal? Ava is worried about her for some reason, but what is she hiding within? Also, where is Ero?

Ava || Mentions: Jericho, Ahyma, Unknown Doctor

The sounds of dangerous threats were almost music to Ava's ears. Her eyes peaked over towards Jericho, he asked a question, and before she could reply, Ahyma replied for her. Her gears switched quickly when she heard the word 'sister' and she gritted her teeth, letting Ahyma go, taking a few steps back, watching cautiously as a bow formed into the woman's hands. Sister? Sister!? How dare she call her such a thing. She was no such thing, she was not. She had no siblings, sisters, brothers. She had no father, or mother. And Ava was completely fine with it, she was fine being alone. After all, family only brought you down rather then raise you up, family was pathetic.

A deep growl eminated from within her, black smoke slowly seeping through her nostrils and lips. As Ava took a step forward, the feedback of a microphone echoed within the room, a booming, irritated voice. "Cut it out. You'll have time for that later. If the three of you can't wait, you'll be exteriminated for your insubordination." She knew that voice, it was all to familiar. Her focus from Jericho and Ahyma quickly locked onto the black window, and she could almost see the faint outline of a human figure.

Ava stretched her fingers out by her sides, a popping sound could be heard quietly, five pops per hand. The smoke was gone, and her muscles were less tense from before, but she still remained annoyed.

Jericho: Mentions: Unknown, Ahyma, and Ava

Jericho watched Ava and Ahyma square up to one another and he was ready to step in, but the voice snapped him out of it. He looked around before staring at the window for a few seconds before looking at the two and shaking his head before steadying his eyes on Ahyma. "Listen, I know we just met, and let's just say that you're her sister to shelve that argument for later on, but could you please not kill each other right now? I don't know about either of you, but I want to get out of here and not have to worry, so whatever grievances you have against one another needs to be stomped out now." He stared daggers at both of them before looking at the mirror. "We're all awake and in the room. What do you want with us?"

Dakota || Mentions: Anna (ind.)

Huddled in the corner, Dakota clutched her knees, holding them close to her chest, her head dipped inbetween her knees and her chest. Her breathing was quiet and light, muscles tight, her fingers clutching around the cloth that wrapped around her skin. Her hair was down, draped across her cheeks, shoulders, back and in front of her forehead. She was quietly thinking, thinking of a way to get herself out of there. Dakota knew it was time to end this cruelty. She knew the only reason for that 'social time' in that other room was to torture them, for them to see their lvoed ones only to be ripped away from them once more. Her fingers clutched her legs tighter, her teeth grinding against one another, her jaw tensing, she could barely concentrate on anything. She could barely realize the pain she was causing herself as her nails slowly dug through her jean's cloth, the immense pain she was giving herself through her clenched jaws, but, then she heard sounds. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap. The sounds were coming from something solid, a metal, or something to that sort.. she finally came to realization that it was a rhythm, and she began to catch onto the rhythm.

Nothing in her current room would be able to match the tone, and the certain accent of the Tink, tap, or Thump so, to make something match, a blade slowly emerged from her skin, and she grabbed it, and placed it on her palm, and with the tips of her fingernails. Tink thump tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tap tink tink. Thump tink tink. Tink tink tink. Tink, tink tap. In rhythm, Dakota was in near sync with whomever was on the other side of the wall, but she didn't move from her spot. She held out her rhythmic hands out in front of her, her chin resting on the top of her knees.

Yes, she did wonder who was on the other side of that wall, but at the same time, she didn't really care. All Dakota needed was something to keeep her distracted with so she wouldn't break down.