((Contribute or just back out, please don't litter us with the attempts at jump-starting something that is still in the processes of going. If it comes down to idle chat for not then facking relax and just enjoy people at least trying to enjoy something. Sorry for my out burst but come on man.))

Looking around his pitch black room the smell of the three, well clean men, left the area. Something people who haven't had there eyes covered for a rather long time wouldn't have picked up on. Sure if he could see and was paying attention he would have seen it, but then again they weren't going to let him see.

"Well clearly you all have no interest in me, but then again I have interest in you. So tell me, who is next to me? I want something to eat! Also I might be able to get you out of here if you want to try and undo these straps if the gap between the cells isn't that big. COme on, what do you have to lose? Your going to die in like fortyish minutes anyway right?"

((Alright that I can work with and not read as if its some one wining about nothing going on. Now as best I can understand: The characters currently in the cells are facked. The ones from before where facked by Kako's Transmutation which means at the moment they died their bodies where killed but there souls where exchanged for another's soul in the underworld meaning they are alive, but in some one else body. Look back to posts before for more on that.

As it stands, no one really knows what Thinslayer is trying to do, from what I can understand up to current those who's bodies where switched for very much alive ones are still in this RP but are currently 'banned' from use till...plot happens...I guess. Now if you want to join your going be treated like the rest of us, more or less like a mushroom, kept in the dark and feed....well because the SK forums gets angry at curse words lets use this: Fecal Matter.))

The only one not to speak, yet again. Sol leans against the wall, tracing letters and words and sentences with his finger. He hadn't been here too long, only arrived two days ago. But it was long enough that he had become bored, tired of waiting for the future. An Echo Stone with a key to his future was tied around his neck, whispers that can't be heard.

A light breeze on an island suspended in the air, smooth white stones on a strip of beach...and a young teenager, crying. Clothes burnt, a face covered in soot and blood...and the ash of his family on his hands. "Why? Dad..." he chokes, coughing soot and dirt. Gagging and wretching, he falls to his knees, looking up. A blinding white figure stands upon the Shrine in the Sanctuary.

"Where have the sins of thy Mother left you now, my candle?"

I sit in the cell, leaning against the back wall of my small prison. The air feels like ash, and soot. I can't help but cough and hack, eyes stinging. If this is it, I'm going down with at least a few friends. I pull my hood over my extra pair of eyes over my standard pair, covering them with my bangs. I lean forward to the bars, looking to the cells to the right of me.

"Hello? U-um, who was that man? And what was that book he was holding?"

That book had brought a presence with it that was curious...

"THE SOULS LIVE ON!"

The man Alchemist yelled aloud once more from his cell, rolling on the floor laughing what was left of his slowly withering form. Standing up he started to pound his head on the cell, perhaps having finally shown his madness setting in. If that was the case then the guards couldn't kill a madman.

Snapping back to reality the Alchemist rested once more on his cell, feeling a warm trickle of blood coming down his for head. It was a moment of insperation has he did everything in his power to get a taste, even if it was his own blood, any amount would help him.

"COME ON YOU LOVELY LIVE JUSIE GET IN MY MOUTH!"

He screamed aloud wanting so desperately to get a single drop into his belly where he could use it to escape. His hope was that the guards wouldn't here him, but then again who knew, they weren't in the room anymore so at this point it was free game.

"Carry the girly, GIVE ME BLOOD!"

The Alchemist cried aloud, his hunger starting to over take his mind as he was so close to having some. Looking forwards he chuckled.

"Or carry me if you don't want really bad things to happen, either way. I AM STILL BOUND UP HERE AND BLIND!"

Standing up his midnight black hair seemed to have a new luster, perhaps the blood from his forhead, as he ran at the door expecting it to be open. Only to have his body knocked down to the ground by the rebounding force hitting him from hitting a solid object.

"Could have warned me the door was still closed..."

Flynn stretched back, and popped his knuckles inward- Right hand facing left- Left hand facing right.
"Finally, something to do." He said, grinning a bit.
"Fos, was it? I'll get you that blood- Though I'm sure you won't like guard blood. Foul stench from strength enhancening drugs I hear."
Flynn looked over to the three men, still grinning a bit, "Would you happen to have a sword of some sort to spare? I'm a bit empty handed as you can see."

And it was about that time that everyone in the prison realized Sona was actually a 6 story tall crustacean from the Paleozoic era. Everyone proceeded to say, "Gosh dang it Lochness monster, I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy."

April Fools.

For serious post, inquire below.

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"Breaking us out, you say?", said Sona, as she raised herself from the ground and started to head towards the door. "If you have something sharp, or weapon like, I can carry my own weight." She briefly scanned over her rescuers before getting ready to follow them. "Well, come on! The guards aren't going to wait all day to kill traitors like you and me!"

Sol examines the new participants. Fate would have him figure a way to get the robot out of there without dragging them behind.

I examine the robot up and down. "Hark, we have to at least get some organization before we run. Alright, one guard will carry the Alchemist. The son of the officer, Flynn, will carry himself and watch over the Alchemist. Teach, Boan, Sona, and I can carry ourselves. The robot may have to be stripped in order to get any maneuverability while we escape." I pride myself in my keen hearing, I had heard them all recite their names except the robot. One tends to develop that skill when surviving in the Depths, and running from Gremlins trying to recover the Core artifact around his neck. I came to realize that Gremlins can hear the Echoes just as I could.

But I never let the Stone go. I don't plan to.

Self-consciously grabbing the stone hanging from my neck, I stare at the others with one orange eye.

"Now that we have a basic plan, the weapons. Do we need them with the escape route we're taking? Or, if you have some Dark Matter..." I eye the Alchemist, grinning. "We may just be able to blow our way out of here..."

((Shit, I'm sorry, I read through all the characters to make sure I didn't miss one and I managed to miss one whose name was explicitly mentioned in the post above mine. Sorry. xD))

((Damn okay I'm going to try this a fifth time. Yes, I messed up five goddamn times before this.))

I step out of my cell, moving past everyone and to Fos's cell. I pull it open without hesitation, and walk up to him. "Well, I thought that if we were to use Dark Matter, it's volatile nature would allow for a bigger explosion. However, if your handiwork comes from Luminite, that sounds well and good." I pry a finger beneath his blindfold, but tug my hood lower so as to hide my deformity from him before. I then pull the blindfold off, staring into a set of red eyes with my one orange.

"If you can get us out of here with your skills, I promise I will repay in full. But you have to promise not to do anything nasty if I remove your bindings and feed you some of my own blood." I try and hold back my condescension and wit. I know he could very well kill me just by letting him taste my blood. But if he is what changes the game in a life-or-death situation like this, then I'm not letting it pass.

One learns in the Clockworks that the only absolute way of winning is to take every risk. It's not your risks that kill you down there, but the Clockworks, but Life.

Burn brighter than ever, your predecessor would have you rule. Burn the darkness, dim the light, because all returns to dust and ash. Run from them all, take the wishes of heroes and light them up. My Son, run from your family, and let not the flame consume you.

I stare into his eyes, dead serious, but continuing my smile. "I haven't made one up till this point. That's why I wasn't much up for negotiating with my Father when I left him to go play monster by himself in a world full of them." My smile turns into a smirk, and I spin around. I'm sure he wanted to escape as much as we did, and if he had the power to escape alone, that time would have come in a more secure part of the prison, one where he would have rotted away. Fate brought him into contact with more of the living for this reason.

I wouldn't doubt Fate or the Echoes. They'd brought me this far. Then again, this far happened to be in a prison waiting for execution day. Then again, I'm not dead now am I?

I pulled the fiery sword out of one guard's hands, looking at him kindly. "The three of you could instead carry the robot over there. The Alchemist will be able to move on his own." I carry the sword to Fos, and with the gusto of a performer, swing it across his torso, failing to penetrate his skin and tearing the sleeves and chest of the jacket. I bring the sword down on the bindings of his legs, perfecting the crucifixion upon the jacket.

I stare him in the eyes once again.

"If you think about betraying me out of that little leap of faith, then what a waste that'll be." I grin. I approach, and take a small cut into the palm of my hand, stretching it out almost like a handshake.

"Show me what you're made of, Alchemist."

You two make an excellent writer pair.

((Thanks. I am waiting to let others have a chance to post before I do. Also going to play some Dark Souls II. I got the Black Dragon set :D))

"You know, Solomon," Teach states to the blonde knight as he paces around his broken cell, "I wasn't in favor of keeping myself alive, if I recalled telling everyone here for the past 365 days...

...is it too much to ask to trade my place with someone in the solitary confinement cells?"

He ends his query with his head stuck out the doorway.

"Rather...no...you're too kind...MAX! YEAH YA SACK O' LARD! Care ta 'pen tha door ta tha solitary cells up?"

Looking at the fresh blood dripping down Fos, tried to restrain himself, lurched forwards taking as much as he could while not overdoing it. Turning around he down as much from the other man as possible. As he drank a new luster came to his eyes as markings on his skin turned from a faded white to a dull red color.

Having his fill the man lifted his head back to show his meal slightly splashed on his face. As well as new, darker smile speading across his won.

"Ya know, if I really wanted do, I could just leave you all now. But then again I would be letting my meal tickets leave me for dead. Bah, who needs a door out of here?"

Looking around the Alchemist started gathering as much as he could, even nicking parts from the people who where helping him all the while speaking a line of gibberish to himself.

I stare at the man gibbering, I wipe my hand on the inside of my cloak. Was this worth it, will he attempt to devour us or will he break us out before trying such things? With the sword, I know that I can. Fire tended to bend in aspect to me. I look over to Flynn, who now had a gash along his forearm. This would probably be an issue with the blood drinker. However, it welcomed a worthy distraction.

I reevaluate everyone in the room, addressing them. "If the man refuses to help, give him a handful of Luminite and send him running into the hall. He'll do some damage and wound enough to let us out of here. If that is the risk I have to take, I'm taking it. I trust he won't blow himself up either. It'll be fine."

I hand the guard his sword back, taking his key. "Alrighty then, I'll just swipe these off yer bod," I grin, "I regret nothing."

I throw the keys to Boan. "Let the person Solomon out. Teach can have his wish if that is how he feels. Just..." I look over at Teach, "Just make sure to say goodbye..." I nod over to Teach, and offer a grin. "Flynn, Boan, and Sona, we'll be out of here in a moment. I'm sure the guards will be kind enough to explain once we are out." I spin around to the guards, staring them seriously in the eye with my one.

"You've been silent, if you could at least tell us where the weapons or prisoner possessions are, that'd be swell." I say slyly.

Boan catches the key, the feeling was all to familiar, he could swear that his hand imprinted with the shape of the cell keys at one of point in his career. Walking up to Solomon's cell, he unlocked the familiar cell door, his usual habit would be saying the phrase 'your time is up kiddo,' but this time it was something else entirely.

"You are free, prisoner."

"Thanks. We'll be moving along." I turn to the group to look at them all. We wouldn't need the Alchemist but, I feel safer now that he is in strength. I may even get to see his moves while moving on out. Flynn, Boan, Sona, and the stranger locked away in the solitary confinement cells will join me in figuring out why there was so much distress within the Order. And what the Echoes had in store for them.

What a story.

"I don't see a reason to stay. Everyone, we follow our kidnappers. Probably better, and moreso romantic, than being dead." I look over at Teach again. I walk over to his cell, and crouch down to his eye level. "You promise you're happier this way than continuing?"

((In other news, botched up the character's name in the solitary confinement cells with the guard's name. So that sucks. But I'm excited. Also thank you Thin, I've been refreshing the forum to death for the next installment. xD))

((I'm already excited...))

With spear in hand, Boan grinned at Teach, "I used to poke people with these..."

Looking back at his saviors, Boan suddenly frowned, forty minutes before death sentence and a bunch of guys showed up to save him, this kind of luck will only appear in a cheesy action movie from way back when. "Say, Solomon and Max was it?... " said Boan as he clenched his spear in two hands, "Do you people belong to some kind of liberation group? If so, I'm glad to see the young people have the balls to stand up to authority, but I hope the three of you do realize the risk of rescuing death row inmates... if not, then would you guys kindly tell me what you have in mind for convicts like us?"