{ LAIR } The Dungeons (p. 20!)

[chiickadee]

LividPeas

Ami's spine went rigid as Kat hugged her, her eyes threatening to squeeze more tears out, but they didn't come. In one memory, she'd been hugged and stabbed through the back. She didn't move, just sort of stayed there trying to find her breath as a wave of nausea came over her.

Luckily Kat let go, but Ami still quietly said, "Don't ... don't touch me." It was weird enough for Ami to be touch-friendly with people. It was even worse when she had horrible, fake memories attached to it.

So did that mean Kat went through the same torture she did? No, her disposition said otherwise. Kat was smiles and giggles- same as usual. The logical part of her told her that was good- Kat shouldn't have to see the things she'd seen.

She was about to respond again, but then she noticed Wilson gently waking Madeline up. Oh ... oh that sent both waves of jealousy and sadness through her as she recalled the semi-sweet moment where Wilson had actually said yes. She pursed her lips and rubbed her earlobe, fighting back the urge to cry in front of Kat.

"I ... I'm sorry you had to see those things, Kat," was all she could say.

Marcus started making a great show of himself, but Ami was her normal cynical self. "I'm here Marcus but ... tone down the bravado. There's no point." She was still saying the same thing she'd said from day one. She was prepared to die here, again, because this was another memory. "As some point they're going to kill one of us, possibly all of us, things will go dark and then something new will start, and I'll have to sit and watch it all again." As she spoke, her tone got quieter and quieter until she was eventually mumbling to herself like a crazy buffoon. "That's kind of like Gamma, that's sort of like the Atlantean equivalent of E that's-..."  

[Miliardo Kason]

The last thing he recalled, Jerry, Rep, the one playing Medea moved to the stage and the world began to blur. New sounds, old sounds, a wailing wind in the distance and the scene going black.

<< Wake up! >>

The wailing voice seemed to echo farther away, growing closer but his body didn't want to respond at all. Slugish, painful and slow he was cramped all over.

<< Wake up! >>

His head was starting to throb something was growing in noise a voice tucked inside his head that he couldn't get rid of, the wailing came closer and his mind started to clear.

He sat up screaming in shock as Silvya's wailing calls to wake up became crystal and painfully clear as he clutched at his ears. He didn't even realize he was in a cage.

<< About time you woke up what the hell is going on!? >>

((In Rin's cage cuz p***s faces are funny))  

[Saliru]

Rin was trying to keep a perfectly straight face. Tried. Failed. Soon she was chortling quite contentedly before eventually having to catch her breath to reply, "I think it was this guy," she pointed a thumb at Melvin just before he declared his full name... and she was laughing again between pauses of, "Well hello Mr. Wood!" and other similar mockeries.

Needless to say; Marcus went ignored.
 

[Ice Queen]

Sydney took a deep breath, not looking at Ami or the girl that was hugging her. Her eyes went over the others, trying to see if Aria was there. She didn't think she was. Were there other misties? Was Aleister there?

"Sydney Lowe, Mist Intermediate Trainee, sir," she called to Marcus when he asked for them to identify themselves. "Uninjured. Thankfully."

iStoleYurVamps

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"Sorry, Marcus." Harrison said gravely. "We were just getting to that. We're taking d**k inventory."

He suddenly had a snickering fit.  

[MoonKitsune]

Melvin was not amused. In fact, he felt like he was back in 3rd grade, and looked as several people were snickering in the cage he was in. "Ha. Ha. I didn't draw any dicks on anyone. I was unconscious." He was still patting his pockets. Where the hell did he put those hand wipes??  

[Ravvlet]

Bilious

Wash let his hands fall into his lap, with a sigh that was very nearly a sob. His next words were quiet, so that only his cellmate might hear him. He ignored the voices of the others. He had to tell Jerry - had to... To confess. It had been his fault, hadn't it? He was confused, uncertain; lost.

"They- they burned her. There was...acid. Then lava. They kept killing her. There were- were mouths. So many teeth. Said it was my fault. My," he swallowed bitterly, spitting out the word, "Pride."

"She couldn't die. That woman wouldn't let us die." He stopped for a moment, clenching and unclenching his hands. "I can still hear her."

He looked into his friend's face, eyes haunted.

"This isn't an illusion. This is Hell."  

[Baneful]

Rep couldn't make out who was over by Rin - figuring she was just trying to fob off the blame he made note that he was going to have to exact revenge later, if there even was a later and was about to try and reign in his fit of the rather unmanly giggles.

When Marcus spoke up.

For some reason, someone trying to exact order on the chaos was just the most hilarious thing to him right then and Harrison's comment made it that much worse.

"Aye. Got at least four over here." he spoke up, before once again tittering like he was five. Adrenaline and life or death situations tended to affect him this way, it was almost a nervous thing, but it made him feel a world better.

He winced as Ro started screaming and hobbled over, still on all fours to try and smack him on the back of the head. "Shut the ******** up. Its only a d**k." And indeed, it looked like the trainee had one drawn on him too.



 

[Bloodlust Dante]

" We might be in serious trouble, so lets lighten to mood with phallic imagery." Leon once again, rolled his eyes. it took too much precious energy to moves his arms.

"You're all dicks, Leon sounding off." he said in a gravely tone before staring at the bleach haired hunter. "Happy, president Dickwad Marcus?"  

[Miliardo Kason]

Roland stared at Rep like an idiot for at least half a minute before the words sank in. Also that was about the time the world came into focus after being hit in the back of the head. Rep had a p***s, drawn on his face.

"B-buhwha?" He reached up rubbing his own cheek where a rather attentive p***s was drawn aimed right at his mouth. ".....w-why do we have p***s doodles on our face?" He rubbed his face again as if it would come off.

"...Your d**k is smiling?" He blinked at Rep a few more times.

Sylvia giggled like the perverted and immature school girl she was.  

[Saliru]

Rin inclined her head slightly as she offered Melvin the opened packet, "Wipe Mr. Wood?" and her eyebrows waggled ever so slightly at him.
 

[Rown]

Whelp, it looked like everyone was here now and everyone was just, well, this was good right? Ofelia figured good was good.

At least now that everyone was together there was a better chance of something happening, of maybe all of them getting out, and the teen stretched her arms as she waited for one of the usually more loud/leadery types to start spouting commands that everyone was expected to follow.

At the call to sound off Ofelia responded because she liked Marcus and had been awake longer than most of the others (except the originals and those she was with) so this wasn't really a "omg panic!" moment for her. "Ofelia Tanner, sittin' over 'ere wit' some others. How y'all doin' after ya finally woke up?"  

[MoonKitsune]

Melvin looked at the very familiar packet of hand wipes and reached out, taking the entire packet from her. "Rin, right? I'll remember that." Not a porn star. Apparently a pick-pocket.

He took a wipe and, considering everyone else had dicks on their faces, he wiped his cheek in hopes of figuring out where his facial graffiti was located at.  

[Syusaki]

She still didn’t wake up, causing the death trainee to sigh and turn away from her. He leaned back, fingers tapping the ground as he decided to listen to the other conversation occurring within the other cages. Wilson could hear Marcus’ voice and he called out his own name, which was drowned out by the other trainees’ voices. He turned his head and covered his mouth so people couldn’t see the stupid grin spreading across his face at the mention of dicks. He was stuck in a cage and most likely going to die, and here he was, smiling over d**k jokes. That was so great.

He could hear Ofie’s voice somewhere within the mix and he decided to answer back. Maybe a conversation could stop him from worriedly glancing at the expression on Ami’s face. “I’m just real peachy, Ofie, but it’d be nice if I could stretch my legs out a bit.” He wrapped his knuckles against the cage’s bars. "How about you?"

Rown