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The tension in the air grew thicker. Lilith was getting exasperated (although Caitria certainly shared her sentiments), and Ulrich was growing short-tempered. Caitria could feel her own impending headache, clenching her jaw to prevent herself from saying anything that might rub the others the wrong way. Now was not the time to get into arguments.
Caitria turned her head towards the entrance of the cell as she heard footsteps approaching from the distance. The guards were probably coming back for another one to torture after giving up on Wren and her regenerative abilities. To her surprise, Caitria caught a flash of red hair as Wren was dragged into the cell. The guard dropped her on the ground, cuffing her hands once again before leaving. The redhead scanned everyone in the cell before cracking her best smile. "Oh good, you guys are ok," she said in a rough voice.
Caitria couldn't quite say the same about Wren, and it seems as if Frankie agreed. "Jesus, Wren. What happened to you?"
"... You don't want to know." As Wren spoke, Caitria analyzed the redhead's hand, frowning at the unusually slow pace it was healing at.
What Wren chose to do next definitely wouldn't help said healing process. Caitria grimaced, eyes wide as Wren snapped the bones in her fingers, clearly trying to break out of the restraints.
"Wren! Stop! What are you doing?"
"Shut up, blondie! I'm trying to figure out a way out of here . . . unless you have any bright ideas?" There was a short pause before Lilith spoke up, directing her words to a distressed Frankie.
"She’ll recover," Lilith said, taking the logical route instead of the emotional one. Caitria frowned, not confident in whatever plan Wren was trying to put together. However, the handcuffs were indeed made out of vibranium, and although everything had its weaknesses, as far as Caitria knew, no one in the group had the capability to take advantage of vibranium's shortcomings.
"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?" Caitria commented offhandedly, directing her words to Thompson. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."
Caitria turned her head towards the entrance of the cell as she heard footsteps approaching from the distance. The guards were probably coming back for another one to torture after giving up on Wren and her regenerative abilities. To her surprise, Caitria caught a flash of red hair as Wren was dragged into the cell. The guard dropped her on the ground, cuffing her hands once again before leaving. The redhead scanned everyone in the cell before cracking her best smile. "Oh good, you guys are ok," she said in a rough voice.
Caitria couldn't quite say the same about Wren, and it seems as if Frankie agreed. "Jesus, Wren. What happened to you?"
"... You don't want to know." As Wren spoke, Caitria analyzed the redhead's hand, frowning at the unusually slow pace it was healing at.
What Wren chose to do next definitely wouldn't help said healing process. Caitria grimaced, eyes wide as Wren snapped the bones in her fingers, clearly trying to break out of the restraints.
"Wren! Stop! What are you doing?"
"Shut up, blondie! I'm trying to figure out a way out of here . . . unless you have any bright ideas?" There was a short pause before Lilith spoke up, directing her words to a distressed Frankie.
"She’ll recover," Lilith said, taking the logical route instead of the emotional one. Caitria frowned, not confident in whatever plan Wren was trying to put together. However, the handcuffs were indeed made out of vibranium, and although everything had its weaknesses, as far as Caitria knew, no one in the group had the capability to take advantage of vibranium's shortcomings.
"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?" Caitria commented offhandedly, directing her words to Thompson. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."
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"Wren, Caitria, Lilith, Ulrich, Constantine, and . . . some guy named Cassius?" Riley listed the names in an almost mechanical manner. Andrew frowned at the last name, not recognizing it.
"With the number of students joining us, I can't really say I'm surprised to hear an unfamiliar name," Riley said, as if reading Andrew's thoughts.
"Yeah," Andrew agreed. "Not a particularly good time for more people to flood in though." The brunette let out a soft, tired sigh as he scanned the people in the room, many of them in hospital beds like himself.
Andrew followed his friend's gaze as it travelled to two platinum-haired siblings. "I don't suppose you know who they are...?"
Andrew shook his head as the two approached. "Nope."
The two of them approached, the young man introducing himself as Roman Black and his sister as Kezia, or Kizzy for short. "Welcome to the Academy," Riley said, Andrew echoing the greeting as Kizzy handed both of them flowers. Andrew smiled at her, thanking her before she moved on to someone else with her brother in tow. As soon as they did so, Riley placed his flower on the stand besides Andrew's bed.
"For you. Could spruce up your place."
"Aw, that's sweet!"
Before Andrew could say anything else, Riley stood up and began speaking. "I'm, uh. I'm sorry, I'm going to let you rest now. You probably really need it," he blurted out. Andrew was going to insist on his friend staying, but Riley merely patted his shoulder and turned around to return to his own bed.
"With the number of students joining us, I can't really say I'm surprised to hear an unfamiliar name," Riley said, as if reading Andrew's thoughts.
"Yeah," Andrew agreed. "Not a particularly good time for more people to flood in though." The brunette let out a soft, tired sigh as he scanned the people in the room, many of them in hospital beds like himself.
Andrew followed his friend's gaze as it travelled to two platinum-haired siblings. "I don't suppose you know who they are...?"
Andrew shook his head as the two approached. "Nope."
The two of them approached, the young man introducing himself as Roman Black and his sister as Kezia, or Kizzy for short. "Welcome to the Academy," Riley said, Andrew echoing the greeting as Kizzy handed both of them flowers. Andrew smiled at her, thanking her before she moved on to someone else with her brother in tow. As soon as they did so, Riley placed his flower on the stand besides Andrew's bed.
"For you. Could spruce up your place."
"Aw, that's sweet!"
Before Andrew could say anything else, Riley stood up and began speaking. "I'm, uh. I'm sorry, I'm going to let you rest now. You probably really need it," he blurted out. Andrew was going to insist on his friend staying, but Riley merely patted his shoulder and turned around to return to his own bed.