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located in Descendant Tower, a part of Descendant Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

Descendant Tower

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Cassius Thompson
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Caitria glanced at the three Hydra soldiers entering the room out of the corner of her eye; they looked at the descendants as if they were evaluating who to take first. "Those two look like they're ready to break right now," one of them spoke up, gesturing towards Alec and Frankie. Why are they talking about their master plan out loud? Are they that cocky?

"Yeah but that one," another of them added, jabbing a finger in the new guy's direction, "if we broke him first, he could help with the others. It'd make our job much easier. Then we can just kill them all and be done with it."

That seemed to convince the other two. One of them approached, reaching for the keys attached to his belt. "Looks like you get to go first, Mr. Thompson."

Caitria wasn't selfless enough to offer herself in the place of someone she didn't know, but she knew the situation wasn't going to end like the silent, pathetic cooling of a white dwarf star.

It seemed that Caitria would be proven correct. As if on impulse (it probably was), Wren yelled at the guards. "Hey!" She kicked and thrashed, but the soldiers didn't turn their heads. "Miserable pieces of shit! You can't even handle us! You have to drug us and chain us up... then go after the one person who'd make your jobs easier!? You're all fucking pathetic!"

Now that certainly caught the soldiers' attention. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"You, ya fuckin' pussy!" Wren hissed at him shamelessly, spitting in his face.

The brutal exchange between Wren and the Hydra soldiers continued, with one of the soldiers' nose bleeding and a broken jaw for Wren.

"Get her!" the soldier with the bloody nose barked.

"But, what about Kilgrave?" one of the others asked, motioning towards the new guy.

"Fuck him. Obviously, Ms. Wilson here wants to be first."

"But she heals . . . torturing her would be pointless. If we took Cassius firstβ€”"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! GET HER!"


Wren turned her head towards the other descendants, winking as the Hydra soldiers dragged her away. Caitria knew that, as a supposedly sentimental and empathetic being, she should feel quite a bit more concerned for her friend. But while Caitria feared the pain Wren was about to experience, she also understood the logic of the situation; the person being tortured would be able to try to get more information on the situation, and Wren, with her powerful healing, would be the best option for that. However, Caitria knew that Wren would undoubtedly feel pain - a necessary sacrifice, but one that lit a faint spark of worry in the blonde nonetheless.

There was a short moment of shocked silence amongst the group before Caitria spoke up. "Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," the blonde mused in a somberly dry tone. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."
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Riley sighed at Andrew's inquiry, dropping his hand from the other brunette's shoulder. "After you helped me with Sol, I passed out... I'm assuming you did too, after. Hydra kidnapped some of our number while we were trying to fight them off. I doubt any of us could have stopped Hydra, they knew what they wanted and they caught us unprepared. But, oh god, Andrew, Frankie... they took Frankie."

Andrew placed a hand on the younger man's back, rubbing it gently in soothing circles. He never had anything personal against Frankie, but there was an inborn rivalry Andrew felt with her due to their parentage. But he was aware of the closeness between Riley and Frankie. Andrew felt like something was punching him in the heart as his friend tried to hide his tears.

"We'll get her back," Andrew stated strongly with much conviction. "We'll get all of them back."

Riley raised his head, eyes filled with tears. He breathed deeply, running his hands over his face as Andrew continued rubbing his back soothingly. "Sorry. It's probably, ah, shock. How are you feeling?"

Andrew knew Riley was trying to change the topic, but didn't comment on it. "I mean, considering all that's happened, I can't possible say that I feel great," Andrew commented, a faint note of bitterness behind his words. "But for the situation, I'm doing pretty well." There's was a pause of silence between the two before Andrew spoke again. "So, uh, who else was taken? I know Mycroft just said it, but I wasn't... paying attention."
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Thaleia's verbal assault of the nurse was interrupted by Mycroft's lofty, unusually casual voice. "It's nice to see that you all are well. As -"

"Are ya fuckin' mad?!" Ross interrupted unabashedly. "We're half dead 'n half of us are gone!" Thaleia wasn't the fondest of her fellow descendants, but she wholeheartedly agreed with McCulloch on this occasion. Besides, she hated Mycroft more than any of her peers.

"Yes, Mr. McCulloch," Mycroft was too fucking nonchalant, rolling his eyes, as if the situation was another one of the Academy's simulations.

Alfred spoke up in a cracking voice. "He just means, we're very happy that you all survived the attack. It was a horrible situation and we're all so proud of how you all fought to protect each other and the academy."

"But, they didn't,"
Mycroft shot Alfred's attempt at gentle words down. "Wren Wilson, Alec Constantine, Petra Max -" Mycroft halted in his speaking when he noticed said redhead in the crowd. Thaleia raised an eyebrow as Mycroft continued. "- Lilith Isley, Ulrich Zod, Caitria Allen, Francis Parker and Cassius Thompson were all taken hostage last night like it was nothing. If you all would have fought as a team, like we've been trying to tell you for years now... none of this would have happened. Hydra would have been stopped before they laid a hand on anyone."

Thaleia clenched her jaw. The fucktwat could fight off Hydra himself with the shit attitude he had. "Mycroft," Phil interjected, clearly not agreeing with the other man's words. "They were unarmed and unprepared. They fought admirably, all things considered."

The two mentors went on arguing. "Even Tobias singlehandedly saved Thaddeus Ross' life," Phil commented, which did cause a flicker of surprise in Thaleia, although it really shouldn't have.

Mycroft blatantly ignored Phil's argument, speaking up once again. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is currently working to compile every piece of information from the attack that he can to try and find out where the other Descendants were taken. Once he is finished, we will use the data to form our next plan of attack. We can only hope we reach them before Hydra kills the Descendants... Or worse, before they find a way to exploit their powers to make their own super mutant weapons."

Mycroft urged the other mentors to take their leave with him, but Phil and Alfred refused in favor of helping the nurses. Thaleia's cold eyes followed Mycroft as he exited the room. "Wow," she muttered under her breath. "What a prissy bitch - get your own damn army to fight your battles if you wanna have such demanding expectations."