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Xahron nearly lost his resolve at this, as he knew his head had been tampered with. His skill with his own internal magic seemed frailed and fractured since the trial began. He looked upon his captor with a look of hatred.Quote:
Originally Posted by zyta
Understood, my Lord
Xahron knew he could not escape these three, and calling their leader "my lord" seemed the most respectful way to adress them.
Jace quickly restrained his thoughts. But only one stood at the forefront of his mind. “How were they able to install such a device into my skull without me knowing, and especially even after I have never heard of or seen these people before.” It was no wonder Jace felt all of his internal concrescent and spiritual power being suppressed, though it didnt seem to control the power in his armor. In this state he couldn’t even summon Arcana, as it required both his internal energies. In reply to what this man had to say two others had refused. He sensed that if the man was serious about what he told them before, they most likely would remain here until all of this is resolved.
Jace didn’t utter a word and followed the man out of the cell, his armor clanking heavily in heavy thump as it clanked against the floor. It was about time for him to learn about this so called ‘death of all realities’.
Muea took black bands from her pocket, She handed them to Totschlager, "Here is what you asked me to come up with and it will do what you wanted with some limitation." There was one black bracelet type band for each prisoner. She stepped out of the cell first(because she was blocking the door) and was on instant vigil. They didn't need to be caught now. Those that were coming stepped out as well as Totschlager and Mangus.
They all followed Totschlager, Muea being ever watchful.
Drune stiffened. He had a bomb in his head?! His hand slowly reached back towards the base of his skull, feeling a slight scar. He gritted his teeth. He hated being on a leash. Drune gave a grim laugh. At least they didn't have to worry about him trying to pull anything off. Not like he had magic, or could use a weapon, except for a bow and arrow, and maybe the knife. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair again. He guessed he had to follow to learn about "Death". Drune stuffed his hands into his pockets and nods to the red-eyed figure.
"Alright, I understand. Arg. I hate this. Why me..."
Silently he looks to Red-eyes again, ready to follow. A glum look on his face.
personal thoughts
As Totschlager and Muea left the cell, Magnus hung back and filed in at the rear of the line. He leaned towards the Angle type figure
"Better not scratch your head too much. There have been some accidents in the past." He smiled coldly as he marched on, listening intently for any unwanted guests. The sevro's in his left arm gave a slight swish as he swung his arm.
Damned cold, screws with the mechanincs. Or maybe I should give them an oil?
Magnus had started to count steps, working out who's were who's and mapping out the rythem they made. There didn't seem to be any foriegn footfalls. His fingure tightened on his Pistol's grip.
Better safe than sorry!
Nyx clinched on to the hand where her gem was equipped. 'I can not help people in need now...what kind of angel is powerless.. Nyx walked silently with the rest of the group with a very grim look in her eyes. She was not crying but you could see the sadness as she walked by. She glanced at everyone in the group when all the sudden she heard what sounded like someone talking to her telepathically. w-what? Is there another angel with me?! She dropped her head and continued to walk along with the group she didn't want to stand out just yet.
“Thanks,” Totschlager said and took the items from Muea. “The explosions are strong enough to injure someone you’re directly touching if they are without armor,” he stated simply, it was a curious bit of information and he would like to see their reactions. Without another word Totschlager left the prison holding section, he closed the cell with a flick of the wrist and sealing both Sayn and Melchior within. He followed a darkened corridor for several minutes, behind him Totschlager could hear the others trailing, the metal, but light suit of the Time Police clanked loudly with the metal corridor, the sounds reverberating from every direction. The group passed by several other Time Police who, once they saw Totschlager, stood at attention and saluted and gave a firm ‘Sir!’ with a snap. Totschlager ignored the usual salutes under the current situation.
Soon after they took a right turn and entered a large room…
“This is where we shall get this journey undo go.” Totschlager announced, turning to face the group. His red eyes pierced the scene.
Muea chuckled at Nyx. <No that was just me, Muea. I was checking to see if any of the other Time Police that can hear thoughts were around. We are safe from that.>
Muea walked up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder(there were no other officers except the original three at this time.) <I can speeak verbaly or mind to mind whatever the need.> Nyx notices that Muea's claws on her hand were not very sharp but blunt and very strong. a strange sort of leathery pad(like gecko feet) ran from mid curve on her claw to the first joint on the palm side of her fingers. There was a strange sort of .....weapon?....Claws?.....that hung on Muea's belt.
Muea quickly removed her hand when she sensed some of the Police so that by the time they passed them standing at attention she looked very much on guard.