Luke's head jerks up at the crash, and he looks wide-eyed at Dahut as he tries, once again, to catch his breath; he hastily wipes the blood off his mouth, stumbling back to his feet through sheer force of will.
They aren't supposed to be here--is it better to play along, or to make up some excuse, and hope that their accolades will help them coast through?]
[FUCK. WELL. It's too late to pretend they're not here after that loudass crash. Dahut's glancing between the door and Luke who's truly having to haul his ass through near-death experiences through sheer force of will.
Now it's his turn to just boldly lie, apparently. He doesn't go to unlock the door just yet, instead wildly spinning around looking for a window or a vent.]
—Yes! My assistant and I will be out in just a moment, no need to worry! We're perfectly fine!
you know what? if they're actually okay (although she is sort of concerned by that coughing), steve can handle this. it's the royal guards who coordinated this transfer of prisoners, anyway.
she'll step back and return her attention to the prisoners - subtly, though. her gaze is on steve and the door, but she's straining to listen to their murmurs, trying to get a sense of what they're plotting with each other.]
[DAMN STEVE WHAT THE FUCK. DON'T YOU KNOW WE HAVE A 22-YEAR-OLD IN HERE.
Dahut picks LIE, so Luke immediately throws himself into this. He nods at him, carefully picking himself up and hastily making himself look presentable again. He looks at this BRAIN ON THE FLOOR along with the broken glass, but there's no time to clean it up properly, so he just winces in apology to whoever it belongs to (not that they care anymore, they are a brain) and kicks it back behind the other brains, trying to get it out of sight. After that, he just stands behind Dahut, assuming the expression of a dutiful assistant and not daring to speak, lest it set off another coughing fit.]
[WELL GUESS IT'S TIME TO DIE. Dahut looks toward this sad brain that's just been kicked off to the side and then toward Luke who now has to larp as the assistant to a fifteen year old (real), and just commits to the bit. OKAY.
He'll look at Luke one last time before nodding and moving to unlock and open the door, praying that Steve doesn't know the appearance of whoever the hell he's looking for.]
[upon hearing those words, she turns and looks directly at the prisoners. hello. what are you planning.
once again she is leaving steve to talk to these researchers because 1. she doesn't know who they are and 2. she has a grudge against institute researchers anyway]
when luke kicks the brain back, making contact with it, he'll get sudden flashes of feeling: despair, betrayal, rage. it curses the heavens and demands justice against a false god. and then it's just sliding sadly underneath one of the exam tables, gone.
but steve seems to believe dahut, nodding. "Took long enough. Show me to the crazy lab I'm supposed to deliver these guys too. We have a Corps member, but she should be fine to keep quiet if she knows the position it'd put them all in to blab."
hahah whoa what does that mean
but the prisoners will make eye contact with sheba, as if daring her. whose side is she on?]
[Ah. Hmmm. Don't like that. DON'T LIKE ANY OF THAT.
But, ah--well, they're both familiar with the Institute, right? Surely they have some idea of a good bluff location. Or... he leans down, murmuring quietly to Dahut, the epitome of a good assistant.]
Do we need to verify authorization? [SURELY THERE'S SOME KIND OF BUREAUCRATIC NONSENSE THEY CAN USE TO GET OUT OF THIS. As he does so, he glances up, looking over the prisoners. Is this a sight they should be used to, as researchers, or is it exceedingly unusual and horrific?]
[DAHUT JUST SITTING HERE LIKE :man_standing: OVER ALL OF THIS HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON. He glances between Sheba and the prisoners, before leaning back just enough to listen to Luke. S...surely yes, surely... the bureaucratic nonsense will save them.
He'll clear his throat, looking back toward Steve who is now his enemy.]
We'll head there after we see your ID for clearance. Can't be too careful after the last incident, you know?
wait what does that mean. sheba narrows her eyes, looking from the prisoners and glaring daggers at steve's back.
(did piers know this when he asked me to switch with him? she wonders, briefly - and is immediately ashamed by the thought. no. she trusts piers. this is treachery on the guards' part, not on anyone from the corps.
it has to be, right?
he wouldn't do that to me, she thinks, desperate to believe it. he wouldn't.)
she has a mace tucked away at her side, in case she needs it for patrols, and without really thinking about it, one hand comes to rest on the handle. just in case. she isn't drawing it, but if anyone tries anything, if push comes to shove - she'll defend herself.]
steve laughs. it's hearty, genuinely amused, and cruel.
"Authorization? This is your authorization." he makes a grand gesture to the empty hallways, the turned down lights, the lockdown. "Come on. You should've been briefed already. Let's get to work or if these guys are late then we're about to have way bigger problems. I'm not letting your nonsense get me in trouble with the director."
but among the number of prisoners that luke glances to, he'll see a face looking back at home, expression puzzled, as if trying to place if they've met before. luke might not recall him from this life, but maybe another, if he really focuses.
this is a new level of horrific, unfortunately. perhaps there's a reason why most other researchers are given explicit instructions to leave or stay in their little labs]
[I'm so sorry to Aki but once again Luke is not going to be helpful; he's too busy staring at this oddly familiar person, who is staring at him, too. Growing up in the Institute has helped him develop a decent ability to control his expressions, but he can't stop the way his eyes rove over the prisoners, over Sheba, and then back to--who?
He should probably shut up and allow this to happen. He really should. He fucked them over already the first time by getting them into this. But this... something's wrong, here. This, more than the warning they saw on the computer, is unsettling him. And he knows how things work on this island, he does, but--
He gently, subtly, touches the back of Dahut's arm.]
[WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS. He has no idea why Luke is touching his arm because he isn't the one suffering from visions of ghosts in this lineup of prisoners. Instead, he's trying to figure out how to bullshit his way out of this one. If only he had strength in his tiny green bean limbs so he could just knock this guy out and be free...
He'll glance back at Luke briefly, and then:] Your attitude is terrible but your point is fair.
[Before turning to head in the opposite direction they'd come from. He does reach out while he turns to tap the back of Luke's hand twice, though.]
okay, here's the thing. sheba narrowly escaped the institute's researchers once already; whatever these prisoners have done, she can't in good conscience hand them over to a fate she would have run from, herself. they may be death row inmates, but it's not fair to hand them over to some demon. aren't the royal guards supposed to be better than that? aren't they all supposed to be better than that?
so.
she draws her mace. dahut may not have the strength in his little green bean arms to attempt to knock someone out, but she's trained, and she's strong. she doesn't want to kill the guy, though, just incapacitate him; so she turns it and grips it at the part of the handle just above the spiked ball, leaving plenty of the solid wooden handle ahead of her.
plenty to smack steve, hard, in the back of the head with. hopefully a roll of 17 is enough to actually do that and she's not too short to reach him.]
this is the country beloved by death, and so what exactly are you all expecting to happen when you try to cling to life? do you think science is made from nothing at all?
sheba attacks and steve—well, he's a royal guard but he is just steve. he's disoriented by the blow, but he's not unconscious. he makes a yowl of pain, but he will respond by drawing his sword rather swiftly after, making a blind sweep at whoever is closest to him.
but the prisoners aren't exactly here to be grateful. there's no loyalty to any of you. researchers who would experiment on them. corps that'd send them right back to jail. the disorganization means there's weak links and they also want to live more than anything else.
jenna will take sheba's focus on the guard in front as an opportunity, using the shackles that bind her hands to slip over sheba's head and trying to press the metal against her neck. the corps are her enemy too.
aaron can't place where he knows luke—but he doesn't like it. he immediately goes to close the distance between them, trying to drive his knee into luke's stomach to knock the wind out of him yet again.
there's a bundle of prisoners and they're all tethered together—so not all of them can move at once. but another one near the front will try to tackle dahut right down. green bean.]
THANKS FOR SOLVING THIS SUPER AWKWARD PROBLEM, SHEBA
Except Luke doesn't know Sheba for herself--he only sees chaos, which is an opening in this case, but just barely. Aaron still has some of his attention, but in this life, Luke knows Dahut, and that's where his attention is immediately pulled.]
Dahut--!
[But in lunging to try and protect Dahut, he leaves himself open for Aaron. And while he is in... relatively good shape for a man whose life hourglass is nearly out of sand, he isn't a trained combatant here. The blow catches him, a prisoner's desperation far more potent than even Luke's protectiveness, and he goes down with a hard grunt, trying to keep Aaron off of him so he can scramble over to help Dahut.]
Dahut hardly has time to register what's happening before everything explodes into chaos. Any enemy of Steve's is a friend of his, but he hardly has time to focus on her since, likewise, it's Luke that he knows in this life. He's so distracted watching Luke get fuckin kneed in the gut that he doesn't even notice the one that moves to tackle him until his head is knocking against the ground. ITAI.
Well, this is fine, he's just trying to kick and push at this prisoner while simultaneously attempting to wiggle in Luke's direction, as if his ass could do literally anything to help even under normal circumstances, let alone when his ears are ringing a little.]
[well. this didn't work out quite how she'd hoped..
steve sweeps out with his sword and sheba is the one closest to him, since she got in close enough to strike him in the first place; she backs away on reflex but the tip of his sword still grazes her arm. it's just a scratch and not as bad as it could be, but she hisses in pain anyway and strikes another blow at his head with the handle of her mace. go down, jerk!!
...only for that hiss to become a choked gasp when jenna gets those chains over her neck and pulls. focused as she was on steve - and, perhaps foolishly, thinking that if the prisoners were going to try to attack it would be after the guard was fully incapacitated so she didn't need to immediately be wary of them - she is left open to the attempt. she struggles, jabbing back with an elbow to try to catch jenna in the gut and make her let go, or at least loosen her grip; if she succeeds, she'll wedge the handle of her mace in the gap between her neck and the chain so that she can push forward with it, almost like a lever, and create both some breathing room and enough space for her to slip her head free of it.]
steve goes down with the second hit—his sword goes clattering to the floor. if any of you would like to make some wild grab for it, roll! you'll be competing against on of the prisoners who also sees it, and is aiming to gain an upperhand.
the prisoners, for now, are empty handed, but they are full of rage and desperation. they were on death row for a supposed reason, unrepentant. some of them have eyes that glow bright blue, a sign of a reliver—and their sense of remorse or guilt for harming others has all but disappeared. you are the enemy. so their feet bash down on your arms, shoulders, teeth seeking to take literal chomps out of you if you don't get out of here.
jenna can be winded, socked in the gut as sheba tries to get free—but another prisoner still seeks to tackle her down. that's the trouble with all the prisoners being attached to each other via chains. it'll be a bigger pain to carry a corpse among them out of here, even if it may come to that.
fight for your lives, if that matters to you! do any of you have backups? uh oh.
and perhaps be wary, in case you might attract some attention with your scuffle. wasn't someone expecting these prisoners...?]
[Luke is definitely not thinking about the person that's expecting these guys--maybe he should have ASKED QUESTIONS so that he'd KNOW what the fuck the crazy lab is, or what the director has been doing with these haggard prisoners and why the sight of one of them itches at his brain. And he's, y'know, smart, he grew up in the Institute, so if he stopped to think about it long enough he could probably figure out the basics of what this is, but there's too much happening right now, and his immediate priority is protecting Dahut and trying to get this situation under control.
As a child, he'd never been one for sitting still--and there isn't much in the way of active entertainment here, so he'd hung around and picked up a few things about using swords, but that's so, so different from a life of being trained to wield one. But he doesn't trust anyone else here with it, either, so he attempts to grab Dahut's wrist with one hand and yank him close, then grab for the sword with the other, dodging the prisoners' frantic attacks. Between a 10 and being distracted by Dahut, though, he definitely doesn't succeed, and probably gets kicked and bitten at least a couple of times. Ow. I hope he turns into a TB zombie.]
[DAHUT IS ALSO NOT THINKING ABOUT THE PERSON THESE GUYS EXPECTED. He's just a little lad of 15 who has lived an average life with an orphanage nun for years?? His will to survive is strong, but not as strong as a bunch of ruthless criminals on death row, so between that and the fact that he is simply not built for physical combat, his ass is struggling. He's going to be bruised all to shit and also become a TB zombie considering he has at least one feral bite dangerously close to his jugular since these fools are aiming to kill.
But fortunately, being small does have some advantages. Like being able to wiggle away from the flailing hands of several people in a damn prison brawl HATEFUL. He spits out a mouthful of blood after taking a last blow to the face on his way out, but eventually, he'll scramble over to Luke.]
[sheba also lunges for the sword - not to wield it herself but to try to get it out of reach of the prisoners - but between the tackle from one of them and luke also going for it, she doesn't manage to swipe it or even knock it away.
if anything, she just knocks heads with luke. oopsie.]
Ow, ow--!
[this is a nightmare. she's grateful piers didn't have to deal with this, but she's simultaneously annoyed that she has to. perhaps if she makes it out of here she'll ask for two slices of cake instead.
(it's funny, the sort of nonsensical thoughts that cross your mind when people are literally trying to kill you.)
anyway, she is combat trained, so although she's taken some hits and is bleeding (there is a nasty bite mark on one arm. thanks, prisoner.) she gets back to her feet, readjusts her hold on her mace, and puts herself between the prisoners and luke and dahut.]
[if you run, you'll alert more guards. if you run, you're witnesses. if you run, you're the enemy. (you already are the enemy, you always were. everyone's an enemy in this godforsaken island.)
neither sheba nor luke are able to get the sword, but one of the prisoners is. are they combat trained? what was their life before this? it's hard to say for sure the details, but they move like a murderer. that's why they were here in the first place, after all. the true dregs of society, those who get a thrill from hurting others or have lost the ability to feel remorse for it. with wild slashes, there is the full intent to get right past sheba and cut down both luke and dahut. the other prisoners in the chain get caught up, stumbling and not quite able to make it easy—but the attempt is still there. take your injuries as you like.
the others are still aiming to take sheba's mace right from her, through whatever means necessary. jenna takes the lead, dauntless. sheba will have to bash her brains in and wonder what was the point of all this was. was she trying to save them? because they sure have no interest in saving her.
it's hard to hear amidst the chaos but maybe if you have extremely good ears, there is the sound of footsteps drawing closer. calm, measured, closer still.]
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the prisoners rustle at the fact that they seem to be getting distracted, starting to murmur to each other. uh oh.
meanwhile steve startles, and will just move to see if the door can be opened. you've been fucking spotted you stupid brain sluts
"Are you the one we were meant to meet?!"
that would sound romantic if it wasn't about science(?)]
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Luke's head jerks up at the crash, and he looks wide-eyed at Dahut as he tries, once again, to catch his breath; he hastily wipes the blood off his mouth, stumbling back to his feet through sheer force of will.
They aren't supposed to be here--is it better to play along, or to make up some excuse, and hope that their accolades will help them coast through?]
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Now it's his turn to just boldly lie, apparently. He doesn't go to unlock the door just yet, instead wildly spinning around looking for a window or a vent.]
—Yes! My assistant and I will be out in just a moment, no need to worry! We're perfectly fine!
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you know what? if they're actually okay (although she is sort of concerned by that coughing), steve can handle this. it's the royal guards who coordinated this transfer of prisoners, anyway.
she'll step back and return her attention to the prisoners - subtly, though. her gaze is on steve and the door, but she's straining to listen to their murmurs, trying to get a sense of what they're plotting with each other.]
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steve will believe these sweet sweet convincing liars. he bangs on the door again, rudely.
“Took you long enough! We’ve been looking for ya! Hurry up or I’ll bust down this door myself!”
damn steve it’s been 2 minutes chill]
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Dahut picks LIE, so Luke immediately throws himself into this. He nods at him, carefully picking himself up and hastily making himself look presentable again. He looks at this BRAIN ON THE FLOOR along with the broken glass, but there's no time to clean it up properly, so he just winces in apology to whoever it belongs to (not that they care anymore, they are a brain) and kicks it back behind the other brains, trying to get it out of sight. After that, he just stands behind Dahut, assuming the expression of a dutiful assistant and not daring to speak, lest it set off another coughing fit.]
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He'll look at Luke one last time before nodding and moving to unlock and open the door, praying that Steve doesn't know the appearance of whoever the hell he's looking for.]
You know how busy things get. So! Shall we go?
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once again she is leaving steve to talk to these researchers because 1. she doesn't know who they are and 2. she has a grudge against institute researchers anyway]
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when luke kicks the brain back, making contact with it, he'll get sudden flashes of feeling: despair, betrayal, rage. it curses the heavens and demands justice against a false god. and then it's just sliding sadly underneath one of the exam tables, gone.
but steve seems to believe dahut, nodding. "Took long enough. Show me to the crazy lab I'm supposed to deliver these guys too. We have a Corps member, but she should be fine to keep quiet if she knows the position it'd put them all in to blab."
hahah whoa what does that mean
but the prisoners will make eye contact with sheba, as if daring her. whose side is she on?]
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But, ah--well, they're both familiar with the Institute, right? Surely they have some idea of a good bluff location. Or... he leans down, murmuring quietly to Dahut, the epitome of a good assistant.]
Do we need to verify authorization? [SURELY THERE'S SOME KIND OF BUREAUCRATIC NONSENSE THEY CAN USE TO GET OUT OF THIS. As he does so, he glances up, looking over the prisoners. Is this a sight they should be used to, as researchers, or is it exceedingly unusual and horrific?]
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He'll clear his throat, looking back toward Steve who is now his enemy.]
We'll head there after we see your ID for clearance. Can't be too careful after the last incident, you know?
[WHAT LAST INCIDENT.]
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wait what does that mean. sheba narrows her eyes, looking from the prisoners and glaring daggers at steve's back.
(did piers know this when he asked me to switch with him? she wonders, briefly - and is immediately ashamed by the thought. no. she trusts piers. this is treachery on the guards' part, not on anyone from the corps.
it has to be, right?
he wouldn't do that to me, she thinks, desperate to believe it. he wouldn't.)
she has a mace tucked away at her side, in case she needs it for patrols, and without really thinking about it, one hand comes to rest on the handle. just in case. she isn't drawing it, but if anyone tries anything, if push comes to shove - she'll defend herself.]
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steve laughs. it's hearty, genuinely amused, and cruel.
"Authorization? This is your authorization." he makes a grand gesture to the empty hallways, the turned down lights, the lockdown. "Come on. You should've been briefed already. Let's get to work or if these guys are late then we're about to have way bigger problems. I'm not letting your nonsense get me in trouble with the director."
but among the number of prisoners that luke glances to, he'll see a face looking back at home, expression puzzled, as if trying to place if they've met before. luke might not recall him from this life, but maybe another, if he really focuses.
this is a new level of horrific, unfortunately. perhaps there's a reason why most other researchers are given explicit instructions to leave or stay in their little labs]
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He should probably shut up and allow this to happen. He really should. He fucked them over already the first time by getting them into this. But this... something's wrong, here. This, more than the warning they saw on the computer, is unsettling him. And he knows how things work on this island, he does, but--
He gently, subtly, touches the back of Dahut's arm.]
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He'll glance back at Luke briefly, and then:] Your attitude is terrible but your point is fair.
[Before turning to head in the opposite direction they'd come from. He does reach out while he turns to tap the back of Luke's hand twice, though.]
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okay, here's the thing. sheba narrowly escaped the institute's researchers once already; whatever these prisoners have done, she can't in good conscience hand them over to a fate she would have run from, herself. they may be death row inmates, but it's not fair to hand them over to some demon. aren't the royal guards supposed to be better than that? aren't they all supposed to be better than that?
so.
she draws her mace. dahut may not have the strength in his little green bean arms to attempt to knock someone out, but she's trained, and she's strong. she doesn't want to kill the guy, though, just incapacitate him; so she turns it and grips it at the part of the handle just above the spiked ball, leaving plenty of the solid wooden handle ahead of her.
plenty to smack steve, hard, in the back of the head with. hopefully a roll of 17 is enough to actually do that and she's not too short to reach him.]
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this is the country beloved by death, and so what exactly are you all expecting to happen when you try to cling to life? do you think science is made from nothing at all?
sheba attacks and steve—well, he's a royal guard but he is just steve. he's disoriented by the blow, but he's not unconscious. he makes a yowl of pain, but he will respond by drawing his sword rather swiftly after, making a blind sweep at whoever is closest to him.
but the prisoners aren't exactly here to be grateful. there's no loyalty to any of you. researchers who would experiment on them. corps that'd send them right back to jail. the disorganization means there's weak links and they also want to live more than anything else.
jenna will take sheba's focus on the guard in front as an opportunity, using the shackles that bind her hands to slip over sheba's head and trying to press the metal against her neck. the corps are her enemy too.
aaron can't place where he knows luke—but he doesn't like it. he immediately goes to close the distance between them, trying to drive his knee into luke's stomach to knock the wind out of him yet again.
there's a bundle of prisoners and they're all tethered together—so not all of them can move at once. but another one near the front will try to tackle dahut right down. green bean.]
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THANKS FOR SOLVING THIS SUPER AWKWARD PROBLEM, SHEBA
Except Luke doesn't know Sheba for herself--he only sees chaos, which is an opening in this case, but just barely. Aaron still has some of his attention, but in this life, Luke knows Dahut, and that's where his attention is immediately pulled.]
Dahut--!
[But in lunging to try and protect Dahut, he leaves himself open for Aaron. And while he is in... relatively good shape for a man whose life hourglass is nearly out of sand, he isn't a trained combatant here. The blow catches him, a prisoner's desperation far more potent than even Luke's protectiveness, and he goes down with a hard grunt, trying to keep Aaron off of him so he can scramble over to help Dahut.]
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[OUT OF ONE PROBLEM AND INTO ANOTHER, DAMN.
Dahut hardly has time to register what's happening before everything explodes into chaos. Any enemy of Steve's is a friend of his, but he hardly has time to focus on her since, likewise, it's Luke that he knows in this life. He's so distracted watching Luke get fuckin kneed in the gut that he doesn't even notice the one that moves to tackle him until his head is knocking against the ground. ITAI.
Well, this is fine, he's just trying to kick and push at this prisoner while simultaneously attempting to wiggle in Luke's direction, as if his ass could do literally anything to help even under normal circumstances, let alone when his ears are ringing a little.]
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steve sweeps out with his sword and sheba is the one closest to him, since she got in close enough to strike him in the first place; she backs away on reflex but the tip of his sword still grazes her arm. it's just a scratch and not as bad as it could be, but she hisses in pain anyway and strikes another blow at his head with the handle of her mace. go down, jerk!!
...only for that hiss to become a choked gasp when jenna gets those chains over her neck and pulls. focused as she was on steve - and, perhaps foolishly, thinking that if the prisoners were going to try to attack it would be after the guard was fully incapacitated so she didn't need to immediately be wary of them - she is left open to the attempt. she struggles, jabbing back with an elbow to try to catch jenna in the gut and make her let go, or at least loosen her grip; if she succeeds, she'll wedge the handle of her mace in the gap between her neck and the chain so that she can push forward with it, almost like a lever, and create both some breathing room and enough space for her to slip her head free of it.]
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steve goes down with the second hit—his sword goes clattering to the floor. if any of you would like to make some wild grab for it, roll! you'll be competing against on of the prisoners who also sees it, and is aiming to gain an upperhand.
the prisoners, for now, are empty handed, but they are full of rage and desperation. they were on death row for a supposed reason, unrepentant. some of them have eyes that glow bright blue, a sign of a reliver—and their sense of remorse or guilt for harming others has all but disappeared. you are the enemy. so their feet bash down on your arms, shoulders, teeth seeking to take literal chomps out of you if you don't get out of here.
jenna can be winded, socked in the gut as sheba tries to get free—but another prisoner still seeks to tackle her down. that's the trouble with all the prisoners being attached to each other via chains. it'll be a bigger pain to carry a corpse among them out of here, even if it may come to that.
fight for your lives, if that matters to you! do any of you have backups? uh oh.
and perhaps be wary, in case you might attract some attention with your scuffle. wasn't someone expecting these prisoners...?]
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As a child, he'd never been one for sitting still--and there isn't much in the way of active entertainment here, so he'd hung around and picked up a few things about using swords, but that's so, so different from a life of being trained to wield one. But he doesn't trust anyone else here with it, either, so he attempts to grab Dahut's wrist with one hand and yank him close, then grab for the sword with the other, dodging the prisoners' frantic attacks. Between a 10 and being distracted by Dahut, though, he definitely doesn't succeed, and probably gets kicked and bitten at least a couple of times. Ow. I hope he turns into a TB zombie.]
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But fortunately, being small does have some advantages. Like being able to wiggle away from the flailing hands of several people in a damn prison brawl HATEFUL. He spits out a mouthful of blood after taking a last blow to the face on his way out, but eventually, he'll scramble over to Luke.]
Luke—!!
[GRABBING AT HIS ARM LET'S BLOW THIS POP STAND.]
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if anything, she just knocks heads with luke. oopsie.]
Ow, ow--!
[this is a nightmare. she's grateful piers didn't have to deal with this, but she's simultaneously annoyed that she has to. perhaps if she makes it out of here she'll ask for two slices of cake instead.
(it's funny, the sort of nonsensical thoughts that cross your mind when people are literally trying to kill you.)
anyway, she is combat trained, so although she's taken some hits and is bleeding (there is a nasty bite mark on one arm. thanks, prisoner.) she gets back to her feet, readjusts her hold on her mace, and puts herself between the prisoners and luke and dahut.]
Run!
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neither sheba nor luke are able to get the sword, but one of the prisoners is. are they combat trained? what was their life before this? it's hard to say for sure the details, but they move like a murderer. that's why they were here in the first place, after all. the true dregs of society, those who get a thrill from hurting others or have lost the ability to feel remorse for it. with wild slashes, there is the full intent to get right past sheba and cut down both luke and dahut. the other prisoners in the chain get caught up, stumbling and not quite able to make it easy—but the attempt is still there. take your injuries as you like.
the others are still aiming to take sheba's mace right from her, through whatever means necessary. jenna takes the lead, dauntless. sheba will have to bash her brains in and wonder what was the point of all this was. was she trying to save them? because they sure have no interest in saving her.
it's hard to hear amidst the chaos but maybe if you have extremely good ears, there is the sound of footsteps drawing closer. calm, measured, closer still.]
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