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"You," Meatwagon said coldy, nodding his head at Circe', "Just what do you think you're getting at? Trying to get good marks for your dental hygeine?"
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Circe' was dumbfounded that this male would address her with such a casual manner. If the other females in uniforms would not correct his blatant misbehavior Circe' would do it.
Circe' kicked at the nearest male longbow gaurd. Judging by the awkward position of her leg many would suspect that like a normal human female her hip was dislocated but her kick landed directly where her species males had their reproductive organs. Circe' was quite satisfied when the male clutched his throat and went down with gurgling sounds.
Displaying her unique alien/human dexterity she she quickly rotated her leg 180 degrees catching another male longbow guard in the stomach.
Circe' ran towards this "Meatwagon" male, getting hit with several taser darts. Normally her species was immune to electrical attacks but do to her human genes, her nerves sent back pain signals threefold to her brain. Collasping mere inches from this "Meatwagon" male she started twitching in reflex to the electricty flowing through her.
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Paging Mr. Washington....report to my office.
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Douglas was already waiting at the gym's main doors when the page came across the itercom. When the gym's door opened Douglas cautiously watched the bracelet on his arm. When it went from yellow to green, Douglas sighed with relief. Even though his bracelet was different from the students it stilled warned him when he was getting to areas that were off limits to him. Afterall this prison couldn't have a reformed convict running around lose. Takeing the shortest route possible to the sarges' office, Douglas was there in no time flat. Seeing the Sarges' secretary at her desk, Douglas waved as he sat down.
"The Sarge is waiting for me." Douglas said.
"Very well Mr. Washington, go ahead and go in you don't have to have permission." replied the secretary.
Douglas nodded at her as he walked into the the Sarges' office. "Hello Boss, what has the Longbow scrapped from the bowells of hell this week?" Douglas asked.
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Collasping mere inches from this "Meatwagon" male she started twitching in reflex to the electricty flowing through her.
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Julian had to admit to being slightly amused. He had expected any useless display of machismo to come from one of the bigger detainees; perhaps the rock-like creature.
To have one of the women resort to basically beating her chest like a silver-back gorilla claiming his territory..... well, it was a bit of a surprise, though certainly not a wholly unwelcome one.
Meatwagon O'Shea chuckled at Circe' and closed the last few feet between them. He very calmy produced a pair of flex cuffs from his belt and strapped the girls arms together behind her back.
"Looks like we have a leader of the pack, everyone," he called out to the Longbows, some of whom chuckled a bit, "Why don't you tell me your orders, boss lady?"
He leaned down next to her, and pulled her head up roughly by the blonde hair upon in. He put his ear close to her mouth, but not too close.
"What's that you say? You want all your new friends to go without supper tonight? Well, you're the boss."
He dropped her back onto the ground and turned to the rest of the students.
"Well, you heard the Princess! Nobody eats tonight!"
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[The Sergeant] contacted Meatwagon's communicator,"Mr. O'Shea, I would like to see the students as soon as possible, thank you."
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"You got it, boss," he said back into the radio, "We're on our way."
Turning back to the students he shouted; "Follow me, Single File! And take the Princess to her palace," the meaning was clear to the Longbow men, Circe' was going to be put in solitary confinement her first night!
Kayan took a deep breath as he watched the strange woman attempt to defy O'Shea and did what he could to blend in to the background. The castle guards were quite reactive and after Meatwagon's announcement, he was convinced that he did not wish to compound the problem.
Against his moral judgement, Kayan remained silent and followed as Meatwagon ordered content at least that he would have an audience with Emperor Boss. Perhaps it would be then that he could explain his actions and be pardonned, free to continue his search.
The boy turned briefly to survey the idiot of a girl's attempt to defy the man who obviously seemed to be the leader of this "pack" of Longbow Gaurdmen. Obviously she would fail, he cooly had calculated from the first moment he had noticed the grin on her face. Luckily no one else was foolish enough to try to cause any trouble.
The girl was "cuffed", though compared to his, her chains seemed like zipties. A small giggle slipped through the boys stoic facade as he thought of the prospect of being tighed up with zipties strong enough to hold his powers. In a rush to cover up the high pitched giggle, the boy coughed loudly.
"Hush Haku." The longbow gaurd closest to him stated. She had been the only one nice to him this whole bus ride, constantly keeping a low conversation with him, cheering him up when he seemed depressed, he decided when he set this place on fire, she, he would spare.
Haku nodded meekly, his eyes giving all the thanks his mouth couldn't truly spill out. Her gracious smile was enough for him as well asshe walked by him, her long blonde ponytail brushed the tip of his nose as if to tease him, but he kept calm.
The line began to move and he fell into step with them. Thinking back, the boy remembered over hearing the conversation that came from the big mans comm link and realized they were headed tos ee "The Boss" and he obviously wanted to to meet them.
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Boss, bleh, he just had to say that didn't he. Fa'lin scowled inwardly, he knew tha tname would most likely stick for the rest of the term, until they learned to fear him and referred to him as master.
As if an interruption to his thoughts was needed, he heard his secretary address someone, obviously the Holy Killer, though he wished for it to be Meat-head. The sound of his door sliding open in the general "star trek" fashion forced him to take notice of the man entering the room.
There was a large gap in stature between the two, btu he knew if it came down to it, whether or not the other had his brace on, he could handle him and that is why he "entruted" the position of "anger managment" to this bafoon.
Without turnign the chair, he motioned for the teacher to come stand by him and peer out the window at the single file line that now ran from the front gate to the front steps of the "school" with Longbow agents on either side of it. "They are what we have to work with, seems liek you have your work cut out for you. One of them has already tried to attack Mr. O'shea." he said to Mr. Washington while takign a quick glance at him from the corner of his eyes and returning his focus back to the line outside.
Strawberry Icing sighed quietly as he heard the leader of this detachment of Longbow's announcement. That idiot just HAD to attack, didn't she.
Doesn't matter.
He followed the group in single file, a look of complete boredom on his face. All this shouting, all these commands, blah blah blah. It was all the same. He still had no idea why Experiment had sent him. According to the hero, this place was a training school to rid these villains of their 'evil' ways before they mature, but that there was something fishy going on.
"Fishy!" Kevin thought angrily, "That geek sent me here on a HUNCH!"
Ivy watched as one of the longbow was attacked and then the attacker ran directly for the man named Meatwagon. The attack failed as she suspected it would. She winced in sympathy and then giggled as that goon Meatwagon told them all that the "Princess" had decreed that no one was going to eat. She decided that it might be a good idea NOT to let it be known that she could get her sustenance from the sunlight or that buffoon might lock her away. "I wonder who my roomate will be or cellmate for ths place." She said chuckling softly.
Lily didn't even try not to roll her eyes at the pronouncement of a dinnerless evening. Whatever. She wasn't hungry, anyway. That thought sent a shiver down her spine. Was she getting sick again, cut off from her Nictus symbiont, Vr'ai'l'oin? Lack of appetite had been a problem before, when the leukemia was killing her. She was pretty sure she didn't rely on Vr'ai'l'oin for her health on an ongoing basis, that the Nictus had simply fixed her cancer-riddled body.
Hell, he had massively improved it, come to that. She was faster, stronger, and more agile than she had ever thought she could be. Not superhuman, to be sure, but damned athletic, despite still looking like some uber-goth ideal of a sick, consumptive waif. She'd been made healthy. Was she still healthy? It sucked not to be sure.
She swore vilely under her breath and fixed this Circe person with a brief venomous glance, her violet eyes narrowing. Then she turned and headed for whatever assembly the Powers-That-Be in this dump had in mind. That should be entertaining.
Yeah. About as entertaining as a root canal.
"And in this moment, I will not run.
It is my place to stand.
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands."
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Meatwagon stood watching the kids expressions as they stood just inside the green-zone for the first time. He loved the looks they mustered. Some of them were blatantly scared, and that was fun enough, but he liked the pretentious ones. The ones that put on big brave fronts. Apathy, disinterest, detachment, these kids had it all. It was amazing how invincible teenagers thought they were. But his personal favorite, and there was always one in every pack, was the one that was so damn headstrong that they managed to be openly defiant.
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In a display of dominance Circe' bared her teeth at the earth male that was smirking at her. . . Circe' folded her arms under her chitenous chest.
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"You," Meatwagon said coldy, nodding his head at Circe', "Just what do you think you're getting at? Trying to get good marks for your dental hygeine?"
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The doors of the cafeteria were closed and locked, with a sturdy-looking dark skinned Longbow standing out in front. It was rather odd, actually. Most days the cafeteria was open at all hours.
"You two," he called to Ink Dyne and Jason in a deep assertive voice, "Get back to your rooms! It's New Kids Day, and we ain't serving lunch till they all got their rooms."
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Ink Dyne lifted her head and put on a snobbish expression.
"Oh, reaaaaallllyy?" she drawled. "An' you think we're MISSING lunch? Exactly how d'ya expect someone t' miss a plate of glop that smells, an' tastes, like rotten eggs mixed with boiled cabbage. An' let's not forget th' frozen-barf sauce. I'm surprised every single stinkin' person in this jail doesn' starve," she finished, planting her hands on her hips.
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"Hmph, tough talk from the hungry girl," the Longbow returned blandly, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned his back against the door, "I thought I told you to get back to your rooms. Don't make me tell you twice."
Ink Dyne snapped back, "Better t' be hungry than t' submit an' eat this dung you call food! Seems like you're pretty crabby. Maybe you're not a Longbow, but a Crossbow. Heh."
She would have made a smart remark about Jaws's seed, but she couldn't have them knowing about that. No, the seed was her last chance. Assuming she found some way to make it grow.
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Jimmy sighed in dissappointment at the announcement of no food. He could have used something to eat. The 'Dine hadn't worked it's way out of his system yet and an empty stomach would only add to the nausia.
Spook had fought him to the last on the inclusion of the super-drug in his little scenario, but it had been a crucial part and distatsteful as the aftereffects were, there was no other choice. Jimmy followed the line toward the school, still casting a few quick glances back toward the familiar figure a little ways down the line.
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"They are what we have to work with, seems like you have your work cut out for you. One of them has already tried to attack Mr. O'shea." he said to Mr. Washington while taking a quick glance at him from the corner of his eyes and returning his focus back to the line outside.
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Douglas rubbed his granite hands together a sound very much like fingernails on a chalkboard, "I assume she has been punished as with the other new students, for sparing the rod will spoil the child."
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Circe' woke up with arms and legs still stinging from the electricity. Circe' easily stood up in her cell even with the flex-form cuffs behind her back. Rotateing her shoulders a full 360 degrees Circe' moved the cuffs to the front of her body. Life was much easier when your bones where on the outside of your body. Unable to remove the cuffs from her wrists, Circe' hissed as loud as she could. When no royal guards came to her rescue Circe' started a low pitched wail. If any of her species was nearby they would come for her. Or would they?
13 years earlier
Arrested for commiting high treason against the HiveMother Circe's mom stood trial. She had coupled with a human slave a crime punishable by death. Fearing for the safety of her newborn baby daughter. Circe's mother stole a small evacuation ship. Not having much time she placed Circe' in suspended animation while the ship took it's 12 years to reach Circe's father's home planet. After the ship was launched and Circe' was safe, Circe''s mom was found guilty. The death penalty on Circe''s home planet involved slowly cooking and eating the traitor while they were still alive. Drugs were given to those that passed out from the pain to awaken them.
Present Day
Circe continued her wail hoping somebody would rescue her. Kicking the door as hard as she could, Circe' was dumbfounded to see that she had no effect on the door. Circe' reached up and grabbed the pendant that had become part of her. In an instant her mother's image was displayed on the wall much like a old time film projector.
"Circe' my darling, on this pendant is the total wealth of knowledge I have accumalated." Said her mother.
Circe' wished that when she was arrested she hadn't broke the pendant. She was tired of not knowing her mother's name.
Ragrok simply nodded to the Longbows orders and followed the one who went by 'Strawberry Iceing'. He let out a sigh and kept walking with them, remaining silent and despreatly trying to keep his anger under control.
He felt himself slowly encaseing in a thin layer of granite and marble, he moved slowly falling behind the group. He found that he couldnt move fast, or even jump.
"Wait up for Ragrok." He growled, hopeing someone had heard him. He kept trying to catch up with them.
Suddenly, a plan popped into Ink Dyne's head.
"Well," she said sarcastically, "I suppose I should get gaaaaarden duty for disturbing the peeeaaacceee."
She silently crossed her fingers and hoped this would work.
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"What...oh." Jasonn said. He somehow knew what she had in mind. It was weird, he just thought about what she meant and poof, he knew it.
"Yeah maybe we should."
The Longbow just stood there.
"Hmf. Fine. Off to work then," she said.
Ink Dyne turned and sprinted off towards the garden. She couldn't use her power to make Jaws's seed grow, but maybe...
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"Wait up!" Jason cried. He ran as fast as he could and then arrived at the garden and looked around for Inky. "Inky! Where are you?"
She stepped out from behind some bushes and rushed over quietly.
"Quickly. Do you know any plants that make you vomit? And can I trust you? Because you'll probably find out nearly all my secrets in the next few minutes." She spoke clearly and carefully, without a trace of the usual lazy, cut-off accent.
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"Yes for both questions and why for the other stuff." Jason replied.
"Good," she said. "The vomit plant? Please get it for me. You've noticed how I never eat, right? Well, I had this plant companion. A sentient, mobile flytrap. Its name was Jaws, and though it couldn't speak, it could understand English. When I didn't need it, it returned to its seed. I always carry that seed with me, yet nobody notices it. Why?"
She tapped her belly a couple times.
"I don't eat because Jaws's seed sustains me, though it never digests. Nobody except you and me knows about this, and if we're gonna get out of here, we need to revive Jaws."
Ink Dyne hurried over to a patch of dock leaves and began digging a large hole.
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Circe' kept up her wailing hoping someone would rescue her. Thank's to her pendant and her three years of growing up on the ship she knew very little about this strange planet but lots on her homeworld.
One-Year Ago
Circe' screamed in glee as the earth came into veiw from her spaceship. From what her mom had told her on the pendant the earth was a very primitive planet. During her trip they would advance to using gasoline powered machines called automobiles. Circe''s mom warned her about landing in a populated area because her technology was far more advanced then earthlings could ever muster. Her mom had instructed on fighting techniques used by the earth slaves.
Circe' always found it funny that the earthlings still used clubs and rocks to defend there territory.
Circe''s mom had also instructed her on proper ways of addressing earthlings. Circe' would ask the first earthling she came in contact with, to contact the Queen of England, the ruling HiveMother of the planet.
When Circe's ship landed on the outskirts of Australlia, Circe spent almost four months alone until she found an earthling. Trying to communicate with the dark-skinned female was nearly impossible. Finally after about a month, Circe' spotted a light-skinned male earthling. Communication with that earthling was cut short, when Circe' killed him after the male tried to touch her. Circe' then travelled all over Australlia avoiding that male's "broodmates" that were out for revenge. Finally those "broodmates" cuaght Circe' and sent her to America. Circe' was then judged by human females and sent to where she is now.
Present Day
Circe' stopped her wailing long enough to shout out a chant, "Get me the Queen of England!!". Hoepfully by repeating it over and over some male would hear her.
" Weeeeell....i'll be back!" Jason replied in a mock Terminator voice. He ran to get a Venus Flytrap and brought it back to Inky. "What do you want me to do?"
((Wow, remind me to never leave my computer AGAIN as a GM, lol.))
He vaguely remember how he liked the shadows, the sunlight seemed to fall from the one whole in the sky to spotlight him like an actor on stage, hwo he hated it.
The boy couldn't be more then 13, even though he looked around 11. He was short, only around 5'2 or 5'3, very slender and held all the features of a boy prior to puberty's beginings.
Dark black hair framed the boys youthful face like a tiny lion's mane, trasfering into a bright blonde at the tips. The bright white suit that all the othe r"busmates" had to wear, fit very loosely on him, no size small enough for him and the interlocking bracers surrounded both of his hands entirely.
For the twelth time since he had been put on this bus and had the bracers snapped shut around his hands, he focused, bringing the fire to his heart and tried to produce it from his palms and for the twelth time, the light beeped red and a Longbow rushed to his side and quickly dealt him a sharp jab to the chest, which made him fall to his knees.
The boy said nothing, he simply stood up again, resigned that this was his twelth failure, and that numebr thirteen would prove better, he crossed the line and the light blinked green on his wrist.
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The dark figure moved back around to the other side of the desk, his hands quickly releasing the sheathed blade on the desk as quickly as he had grasped it. His fiery eyes flashed to the window and he saw all the children as they stood there, being degraded by the Longbow agents.
He couldn't help but laugh, those ignorant fools yelled and scrame but deep inside they would defend these children to the death, well most would, he had to throw a few biased ones in the bunch or this wouldn't be fun, not at all.
With a large sigh as he briefly ran through the list again, Fa'lin fell into his leather high backed chair and let a sledner figner run across the bright red button.
Paging Mr. Washington....report to my office.
He'd have need of the priestly buffoon to show muscle and intimidate those he could, as logn as he didn't speak this would go well.
"Now for the others," he contacted Meatwagon's communicator,"Mr. O'Shea, I would like to see the students as soon as possible, thank you."