Korogu Lothash's Story

Damp, it was a feeling Kenji hated not entirely wet but enough to be sticky. Also things started to smell musty and have mold and rust were it was damp. But Kenji had lucked out and had got put in the most goddamn damp cell on the whole island of perpetua. He had no cell mate, everyone that had been his cell mate before was char coal now. The life he lived was pretty isolated from the rest of the world inside prison. Kenji lay on his cot half awake half asleep, with no intention of shifting to either side fully. His eyes were heavy yet he felt an unspoken obligation to get up. Had he planned something to do today? What was it?

He suddenly woke up more alert than before, oh yes he was too go train as usual and then talk to the zombie girl. As strange and bloodlusty she was her skill could come in handy, in the game for the caged throne you needed a few strong allies. A bunch of weak ones will just push each other over like dominos. He sat up on the metal cot, a lot of normal beds and cots were made of wood but his captors made no such mistake with Kenji. He rubbed residue from his eyes and did the things people do first in the morning stretch, yawn, and groan.

After getting up he put on a pair of clothes that are a bit snug, though he deemed them fine to wear. He went to the showers without a towel, he always just used his fire to dry himself off. In most prisons people had to avoid getting raped, but this isn't most prisons and Kenji isn't most prisoners. He cleared the showers this morning by raising his core body temperature enough to make a lot of steam. And the others fled to a place were they could see. Stopping on his way at the cafeteria he got a corndog, surprisingly it was mainly served by other convicts. Not that he was worried that they were bad cooks(which they were) but more that he doesn't die one morning from having too much razor made in his oatmeal. Luckily he lived through breakfast and made his way to a quiet place outdoors were he could practice in peace.

He hung a sand bag from a old basket ball hoop, unloaded his bandages and gloves, then suited up. He jabbed furiously and rapidly at where the gut would be. Every once in a while he added a few kicks a swings, he wish he could soar without bringing up suspicion from a gang. Maybe this girl would be his sparring partner after all she was an outcast, undead, and pretty merciless if the stories were true, honestly he knew the girl fairly well she is a...character her lust for blood and revenge are great that is probably why he liked her so much. She reminded him of a younger Kenji, a guy who thought that he was invincible, that no one could stop his bloody and fiery accent to the top.

He pounded at the bag until the chains snapped and his knuckles were bleeding. He slung the bag over his shoulder and carried the ninety pound sack of dead weight the mile back to his cell. And after bandaging up his hand he made his way to the cell of number 567648 Korogu Lathash. He took a deep breath and knocked on the creaky wood door another thing Kenji wasn't allowed to have in his cell. "Hey Koro you home?"

Darkness surrounded Korogu in her cell, though it was something they had all gotten used to. In this prison the cells had no windows, only a single bulb hanging from the ceiling gave off an unnatural glow. Korogu guessed it was to remind them that they were convicts, and unworthy of the warmth of a natural light.
She hated the manditory lights out, from 12am to 6am she was trapped in her cell. A small, damp room, with barely any space to be productive. Unlike the other prisoners, Korogu rarely slept. To stay in one spot for too long was to welcome her body to remain stiff and immobile. She learned this lesson the hard way the day she was caught.
To pass the time she worked on her physical strength, though her new body needed no training. She easily lifted herself up onto one hand, did a series of push ups, and then switched. Sit-up loosened her core, while obliques worked her sides. Legs, arms, core, and finally some yoga every morning. When she was finally finished with her stretches, she would sit on her cot and listen. Simply listen.
The walls would drip a faint, wet drop every now and then. Other inmates would snore, some talk in their sleep, never anything worth listening too. The guard's heavy footsteps in the distance. Even the slight sizzle of the cooks in the kitchen, starting their preparation for the mornings meal. It was easy to pinpoint just where everyone was in the facility.

There weren't many people here that she enjoyed talking with, and a couple she avoided with no question. She knew there was some kind of werewolf, and a nekko. Their stench was unmistakable, and they left their animal smell wherever they went. A witch girl who couldn't speak, and a human who could get her cigarettes for a small fee. A vampire was somewhere, she recognized the metallic smell they give off from all the blood. Two dragons, and finally Diana. Diana was the only person in the prison she actually feared, after crossing his path one day he made her feel pain again. Something she hasn't felt in years. Her body feels nothing, but he proved easily that her mind could still endure it. She avoided him now, though it wasn't hard. He's an alpha, and she is an outcast. It seems some of the inmates dislikes people who killed children, and most avoided her.

Once 6 am arrived she promptly exited her cell, passing by the cafeteria and heading straight for the gym. Taking her mark at a crudely drawn red line, she began her run around the indoor track. Faster and faster she pumped, testing the limits of her body each day. By the end of her first year on perpetua she easily ran a three minute mile. Though she never found herself getting tired, she started to understand the true limit of her body when she literally ran a leg off. It took half an hour for it to reattach.

An hour and a half passed, and she decided she better stop running for now. Her body felt loose, any and all traces of rigor had passed. Breakfast smelled good, but there was no point in her eating, therefore she continued past the cafeteria and back to her room. Once she stepped into her room she reached into the small table drawer for her pack of smokes. Only three left, she would have to swing by the Saint to get some more later. As she searched for a lighter she heard a knock on her door,
"Hey Koro you home?"

One of the dragons, an outcast like herself. They had spoken a few times before, he seemed alright. Plus he was handy to have around in cases like this.

"Yes, come in." she said as she reached over with her foot to kick open the door. Holding her smoke between her lips she said, "Whats up flamethrower, can I get a light?"

"Yes, come in" Came the rather monotone reply. Korogu kicked the door open, she had a cigarette in between her lips. "What's up flamethrower, can I get a light?" Kenji sighed with humility at being called a flamethrower but reluctantly abided. He turned the tip of her finger into a small flame, and steadied it near he cigarette. It caught the orange glow and smoke brewed from her lips the same kind of way it did with his when someone pissed him off.
"Well at least I know what I'm good to you for. But perhaps your wondering why I came here without any warning. You might have heard but I've got a bone or two to pick with the betas. On the top of my list being Yuiama, that monster that I share a father with. I am going to make them pay for this." He lifted up his shirt not caring that she was a girl because he knew she didn't care. Underneath was a giant burn scar under it was pure muscle but the skin was uneven, lumpy, and raw. "I know it seems like a childish feud between brother and sister but... I must kill her." Koro had always been a difficult person to read and she was sticking to that reputation. "I heard once upon a time you were he'll bent on revenge, you made the people who hurt you suffer. I have felt pain by her hand, much more than just the scar. Please search deep within you for whatever humanity is left in that husk you call a body, to sympathize with my struggle!" Unknown to Kenji tears had started to well up in his eyes. He felt a deep pain in his chest, the feeling up bottled up emotions rushing forward.

As Kenji explained his feud Koro listened silently, and took a long drag off her menthol before answering him. As smoke rolled out of her mouth she replied, "I see you have quite a vendetta against her. Judging by the scarring you received, she must be quite powerful," she paused and took another deep breath, "She seems like a fitting competitor, but I don't usually bother with the beta bitches."
She took a moment to look him over, he seemed quite distraught. Memories of her own fury came back to her, and the satisfaction she got from drawing blood. Though she had only killed humans up to this point, it would help her reputation immensely if she took down a dragon. After another drag she continued, "It depends on how you intend on doing this. I'm strong, but I've never tested my skills on a dragon before. We will need a plan, and you...you have to stop crying."

After the last puff she put the ember out on her arm and flicked it onto the floor. Strolling past him she exited the room, beckoning him to join her.
"Lets go, we can talk while we spar. It's been too long since I have had a partner, and I don't want the first time I fight with a dragon to be with her."

Usually Koro wouldn't bother with such feuds, however her reputation had been in question recently. Inmates were questioning her abilities. Whispers about her swirled. Some claimed her lack of affiliation was due to a lack of skill, whereas the truth was, she chose not to be around the drama. It seemed it was time to put people back in their place, and this was a perfect chance to do so.

Kenji smiled wiping the fake tears from his eyes he followed Korogu without any objections. "This will be fun, maybe even a challenge he chuckled jokingly. Once they got to a gym-like facility he started to stretch. Preparing for friendly battle his style was probably a bit sluggish compared to Koro's air his sister's. But if she was to be any good to Kenji she had to experience the wrath of a dragon. "Alright ready when you are to get your butt kicked." He rushed her feigning a punch too the gut but instead he brought a fiery left hook headed to her temple. "My sister was always an obstacle I couldn't get past, She blamed me and my mother for our father's banishment!"

Koro bounced lightly back and forth on her toes as she wrapped her knuckles. As he attacked her lower region she threw her hands down to block, but his fist swiped her temple instead. "Tricky, tricky" she responded as she jumped back, preparing for her attack. Though she could not feel it, she could sense the amount of force behind his hits. If that had landed squarly it would have done quite a bit of damage. She held her hands out in front of her, leaving her palms open, but her hands rigid. Slowly she began circling him on her toes. As she spoke she lunged forward, dipping to get in close to him, aiming with her small closed fists toward his ribs. "What makes her think it was your fault?"

Koro was too fast for him to dodge so Kenji enveloped his torso in hard scales. When her fist landed it didn't do much more than slightly sting. "It is forbidden in dragon culture to be in love or have children with a human. My father was exiled and decorfed by Yuiama's mother. She chose to live with our father." He jumped back after her attack was finished with her attack. "Koro I am sorry to use such tricks on you, but my sister wouldn't be. I want my allies to be prepared for anything when takeing down that she-devil." He summoned a whip of fire and swept at her feet from her left side.

Quickly Koro jumped back to avoid his whip, landing on her hands before springing herself forward to drive her heels into his chest. Beending her knees she pushed herself off of him to land gracefully back on her feet, and lunged forward once more to take hold of his wrist, twisting with her heels to use his weight in attempt to throw him forward.
"Ah, forbidden love, how sad." she smirked, taking her stance once more, "Though I still don't see how any of that is your fault."

She was insanely fast she jumped on his chest one second and then threw him to the ground, not even getting scratched in the process. He slowly got up, he studied her eyes he circled around her and chuckled. "My mother died birthing the son of a dragon. My father was devastated. He had a choice he could either kill the child and mother of his 'unholy lust' or he could leave. He did not want to kill me lor leave me an orphan, he chose me over her. He did allow her to go with him, but she had to leave her entire life behind. Yui refused to blame her beloved father for this fate. Their entire life they were hunted by humans." He took a deep breath and then exhaled, from his lips spilled black smoke. "My lungs can turn into a smoke bomb." He began circling Korogu he saw uncertainty in her eyes. He didn't dare talk and reveal his position. Seeing an opening he snuck in and swept her from her feet with his legs. He heard her smack down on the ground and gasp for air. "Neat trick huh? Yuiama uses the opposite if I'm correct, blinding light and searing pain, that is the holy flame.

The smoke spilling from his lips shrouded her vision, even with her enhanced eyesight she couldn't see. This was something she was going to have to learn to fight if she is to win against the dragon girl. Kenjii soon swept her to the ground, knocking the air from her lungs.She felt her back crack as she hit the ground, thankful her body regenerated quickly. However, she would have to avoid more hits like that if she was going to keep herself from falling apart.
"Very nice indeed. That will come in handy I should think, " she said as she climbed to her feet, wiping soot from her robes and snapping her lumbar back into position, "Now let me show you what I can do!" she exlaimed as she flipped high over him, landing with ease behind him. With her fists entwined she thrust her knuckels forward, hitting them hard into the center of his back. Her curse as a Shikabane turned her rage into fuel, making her stronger and faster the angrier she became. The longer she faught, the more power coursed through her body.
"What else can this sister of yours do? Any particular weaknesses we can play on?"

"She is a master of magic but she has her limitations. Without a source of heat or light she cannot use magic. But she has a ring and gauntlet that power her magic. If we can get those off of her she can only use her fists, and from what I've seen that won't be much of a problem for you." She was going to beat him if this kept up, "look at this little trick."in a matter of seconds there were fifteen more Kenji's surrounding her. "Who is the real Kenji?" All of the clones talked as well.

Kenjii's magic threw her off a bit, as she was now surrounded by many of her foe. For a moment she hesitated, glancing around at them, but for this she relied on her acute sense of smell. Taking in a deep breath she recognized the brimstone and smoke smell the true Kenjii gave off. That narrowed it down to five to her left. Growling as she took a leap toward them, she swung her leg wide and round housed kicked through the copies, though her foot never made contact with a real one. Fighting against magic was much more difficult then she had hoped for. Quickly she planted her foot and turned to regain her stance and balance...
Though she was too late. She felt a strong thud against her chest, once again knocking her off balance.

Kenji chuckled once she attacked the clones and when she turned he landed a flying kick on her chest. Landing on his hands and spitting fire at the ground launching himself like a jetpack. He landed on his feet and haas her get up and shake his attack off.

"Very nice Kenjii, I like that one as well. I have a question however, you mentioned earlier that she has a "holy" light. Is that a secular name, or does it infact have divine properties such as the name suggests? As a defiled being, I would not be able to regenerate as quickly if it were to touch me."


"I honestly don't have a straight answer, she calls her self a divine slayer of evil but I have yet to see it, and I lived and fought with her for twenty years. But as I said that wont be a problem if we can eliminate her gauntlet she is weakened and without all this fancy magic that keeps tripping you out.

It took a moment to recollect herself as she caught her weight on her fingertips and sprung back to her feet, ready to attack again."It's not tripping me out!" she snapped, "I'm just not used to it!"
"Though I do prefer only one of you," she chuckled as she took her chance to attack once more. This time she put all her might into a series of attacks. With a series of quick jabs she aimed right at his solar plexus, followed by a swipe at his heels as she dropped her body low to the ground. She watched as he was swept off of his feet and quickly Bbounced back up bringing her heel down into his torso and driving his body into the ground.

Kenji was on the ground in a blink of the eye, he was gasping for air and sweating. Koro seemed to not be tired at all, she just stared at him in the eyes, no smiles or laughes or emotions. "Okay I give you really are amazing, you are the second person to ever completely take me down with no help, the first person was Yuiama she could do it in five seconds." the got up and stared at the ground. He went up to her and hugged her, her body was chilled but his own warmth enveloped her body. "You are pretty much amazing, I am a person which is known for not holding in his emotions. I like you, that probably doesn't mean much to you. In more simple terms I am physically and emotionally attracted to you. Changing the subject here, if we watch each others backs it could keep us from getting murdered, again. What do you say? Partners?" He exited the hug and put his hand out for shaking.

Koro braced herself as Kenjii hugged her. She wondered how he would react to her cold, dead skin. Though she couldn't feel him, having someone close again was nice. She didn't know what to say. Since she had died, she hadn't let anyone else in. This was the first time she had even let another person touch her really.
"Yes...you would be a great ally," she said as she reached out to take his hand, grasping it firmly, "Partners."

Korogu watched as guards bustled past her, no doubt rushing to "welcome" a new inmate to the prison. It seemed more and more beasts were being admitted, though with the daily massacres occurring there was never a shortage of cell space.
She tended to avoid the guards and decided to see the new inmate later, when it was less busy around him. With such a big crowd it would be hard to get an actual read on him, Instead she pushed her way out the large double doors out to the yard. The air smelled fresh, though there was a hint of dampness suggesting that it had rained not long ago.

Her sense of smell was her only clue that it was a pleasant day, due to her overall lack of sensation in her skin. As she walked down an old path, worn down to the dirt below from constant traffic, a foul smell hit her nose. It seemed the lycanthrope was near by, and she was with a large group of humans.
It wasn't strange for the humans to band together, in a prison where most any of the other inmates could easily destroy them, they found safety in numbers. Closing her eyes she weeded out the cheers and heckling from the surrounding crowd and focused on only the werewolf and those speaking to her. It seemed some of the humans had challenged her to some sort of game...how foolish she thought, though this would be a perfect time to gauge this were-girl's strength.
Gazing around she searched for a good vantage point, though she had no intention of joining the fight, she wanted to be able to see clearly over the crowd. She settled on a tree not far from the bustle, and easily pulled herself up onto on of the higher limbs and lit one of her remaining cigarettes.

The wolf girl wielded a sword, so she would more than likely not need to shift to her wolf form. This disappointed Koro, but it did not surprise her. Compared to them the humans were weak and even against a large group, they rarely had to use their full potential.
They were talking about some sort of potion, powerful enough to take down any beast in the facility. Though Koro highly doubted it, it seemed a strong tool to have in one's possession. However, she had been in long enough to know that having something that powerful on one's possession would only put a target on their back. That was not something she wished to occur. Though she wouldn't fight for it, it would definitely come in handy later, The prison life was just a big game, and Koro was a passive player. Letting the right person know the right information could keep her alive, and watching everything play out was wildly entertaining,

Taking a long drag off her smoke she tucked herself back into the leaves so as not to be seen, and waited patiently for the fight to begin.

Winter thought for a while, this was reckless but she knew it was impossible for her to lose, Winter nodded slowly to Jake and walked into the center of the circle, "this little girl!? Come on give me a challenge!" A deep husky voice laughed. Winter ignored his comment and drew her sword, up close the human was even taller and seemed to have even more muscles than before, the breeze gently picked up Winters silky hair and with it was a strange scent. It wasn't human... Winter briefly looked around but was unable to see the figure although she could hear and smell it.
"Everyone take your bid!" Winter wasn't surprised that everyone save Jake took the mans side, the crowd cheered for blood, Winters mouth twitched up in a smiled, idiots.

Winter watched the human, waiting for him to pick his weapon, "fighters ready!?" Winter gripped her sword, she couldn't make a fool of herself, especially with the thought if someone watching her, most likely wanting to see her fight, to see if she was strong or weak.
The human smiled, he didn't wield a sword or anything in his hands although they appeared stained with blood, "go!" Winter barley had time to figure out how she was going to win this before the human charged at her. Winter easily jumped up in the air doing a flip while the human charged under her. The sound of crashing went on behind Winter, she smiled to her self as she saw people in the crowd trying to get the human off them, he was flat on the floor with a few cuts on his hands. A sword was thrown at him as the crowd threw insults at her, "it's not my fault he can't fight" Winter smiled to herself again, she whimpered as a gut retching pain took hold in her stomach, Winter looked down to find her cloths that covered her stomach where dyed red. The human laughed cruelly as Winter fell to her feet, the crowd cheered and chanted together "The bone breaker!" Everything fell silent as Winters skin slowly knitted it self up, in a matter of seconds her stomach was stitched up again. The human dropped his sword and stood dead still, Winter slowly got up and kicked the human painfully hard in the chest making him fall on the ground.

The crowd was dead silent, Winter walked over to the human and pushed her sword into his pipe hole, was she meant to kill him? A flashback of how he had killed the other man came back to her, as the crowd one at a time started chanting Winters name she slowly killed he human.
Winter turned the the gigantic crowd "the winner! Winter Alicia!" Jake cheered and walked over to her, the crowd cheered but surprise clung on their face, Jake ran up to Winter a bright smile on his face. "So can I expect to see you here again tomorrow?" Winter shook her head, "I would prefer not to piss too many people off."
Jake frowned, "just thing about it" was all he said before leaving Winter alone, deciding it would be wise to got back to her cell as she would soon be meeting with catboy.

The wind blew stronger, Winters hair whipped against her face, there it was again, that scent, Winter looked around more carefully this time, still nothing, the scent of a cigarettes filled Winters nose. Winter turned to where the smell was coming from to find a tree, now she could see it, a woman, watching her... In a tree.

He thought it was just the most precious little thing. How amusing, He actually feels for the unfeeling corpse Babble mused amidst his thoughts. "Leave her out of this?... Oh! You mean the conversation? Don't be silly, she couldn't hear us all the way over where she is." It was actually a bit hard for Babble to keep tabs on her position. His sonar imaging only goes so far and he can only really tell her apart at the range she is at now by her voice. Being a person of few words makes her difficult at times.

Kenji wasted a bit more of his time with wasteful words before getting to the point. He was starting to catch on but a noisy person was still a noisy person, that aspect of his personality never disappeared. Babble knew by in he meant a part of his plan to get revenge on his sister. Normally a feud such as this would be a waste of good vibrations but if there was one thing he liked to do most it was sewing chaos and disorder. Kenji was a creature of structure and hierarchy but he was also one bent on revenge. He fully intended to give Kenji the opportunity, but it was not all he'd get.

"Dooo I waaant in? That depends." By this moment he was fully aware of Arian's presence. She was about as obvious to him as the walls around them as she approached the door, quipping her little quips. "Revenge and Ascent are more exclusive of each other than you would assume. Tell you what," He paused in the middle of his sentence. He began walking normally towards the door where Arian was standing an active listener to their supposedly private conversation.
"Discuss your differences of opinions with this kind eavesdropping Alpha and I'll consider your radical rambunctious ideas more randibillously." Babble was no longer just speaking in Kenji's voice, he was speaking in Arian's voice at the same time. Both their voices played alongside each other, synchronized perfectly so that their voices overlapped as he spoke. It was a little thing he liked to do when he had more than just one audience.

"Trust you, that is to say me, when I say Korogu will not be the only corpse when all is said and done." He added, their voices slanting his words with a sinister tone as he was exiting the room. Just as Babble passed Arian he gave her a friendly wink and a wry smirk. "Snitches get stitches." His voice was only Arian's now. His last words in her voice were audible to Arian alone, the sound simply disappearing before it could leave her ears so no one else could hear what was said.

Shuffle shuffle.

Babble jetted down the hall and away, his body making a cartoonish gunshot sound like in those Road Runner & Wily Coyote cartoons when the Road Runner zips away. He left the drag king to decide little miss peeks-a-lot's fate while he went and worked on more useful leads. Kenji was a fun little project but real chaos was the stake he had in this large chess game he was playing with the warden. Kings, bishops, knights, pawns, it was all obvious to him what game the warden was playing. He harkened back to his memories of the doctor who did have somewhat of a fondness for chess. A man who prided himself on his psychology simply could never resist the chance to pit his abilities in psychological warfare against an opponent on the strategic battlefield. Of course, a man with a pride to wound mostly found his opponents among the patients back in the asylum seeing as how he knew their foibles and how to exploit them. If there was one thing Dr. Ritter liked more than his reputation it was winning. To that man, everything was a game... Including Babble's sanity.

Back on topic he arrived at an interesting scene. Several humans gathered into what seemed to be a large dueling circle. Winter, the wolf who cried freedom, had battled for a liquid prize most blue. He had heard the ring master's speech on the topic of the blue potion even from where he was back inside the main prison structure. Babble himself couldn't care less for poisons but he was most interested in Winter's success. Poison a girl and you get a rather ill girl. Give a poison bottle to a girl and she becomes a living poison grenade who puts herself and everyone around her at mortal risk should he will it at any point. Oh yes, he was interested indeed.

Amongst the audience of this fight he did detect the tell tale absence of life affixed to a human form which limited the number of applicants quite a lot.

Out of the undead fellows roaming this prison there are Korogu and Frank. The form to this figure is female so unless Frank's picked up some interesting new parts I'd place my money on Korogu. Goody! I've use for a quiet one.

He leaned against a wall far off from the gathered crowd and watched the scene unfold. He'd speak to the breathless somebody when it would be the most amusing. For now he simply watched Winter trade goofy googly eyed stares with Stiffy Mckillagain. The only human with all the words bid his time and spoke none.

Nyx's eyes popped open at the sound of loud voices and she got up off the soft grass, surprising her shadow friends as she left the room and went down the hall. She was kinda surprised to see a gathering of people.
"Alright who's next?" a gruff male voice asked and many males put their hands up.
"You!" the gruff voice growled and the crowd cleared a path for Nyx to see he was pointing at her. To double check she pointed her finger at herself and he nodded. Nyx gave him a confused look but shrugged in agreement. Beside's its not like he was even going to reach her before he fell down dead.
Growling he revealed a sword and charged but he didnt even make it half way to her before his body started to writhe before everyone's eyes and he fell down dead. Her headache grew a little bit worse but she was still fine. All the human males looked at the man in shock before lifting their heads to her, fear in their eyes. Nyx sighed sadly. She didnt want people to be scared of her but he didn't challenge her. It was his fault he was dead. His soul drifted from his body to her's and she sighed quietly in relief when some of the pain went away.
"Snack" her bell like voice chimed as her shadow tiger and wolf rushed forward and attacked the dead body, the crunching of bones and ripping of flesh filled the room as death grew thick in the air. She really should have warned that guy.

After hours of nightmarish sleep in her dark cell, Kurieji stumbled out. God it was fucking bright out. She shielded her eye and moved her hand upwards towards the sky, causing shadows to rise up and engulf part of the sky in darkness temporarily. It wasn't completely dark, it was just like really dark stormclouds were covering the sun, only without an actual storm. Uncovering her remaining eye she looked at a shadow tiger and wolf eating a man's corpse. She grinned at the sight.
Digging into her hoodie pocket, she pulled out a cigarrette she rolled earlier from a box and a lighter, lighting it and placing the lighter back into her pocket. Placing the cigarette to her lips she inhaled then exhaled the smoke, relaxation running through her body, afterwards walking over to a corner. Kure sat down and pulled her knees towards her, enjoying the sensation of the marijuana she was smoking. She made a couple rings and watched as they drifted peacefully up, eventually evaporating. She exhaled, smoke pouring out of her mouth, and decided to practice her skills with the Shadows. She made henchman, played around with moving the Shadows, and breathed it, eventually stopping.
Glancing around she spotted Babble. As much as she despised the thought of liking someone, she found him intriguing.
Suddenly, she dropped her cig and clutched her stomach, nausea had just slapped her hard in the face. Standing up, still clutching her stomach, she walked away from the corner, not wanting vomit to linger around it.
Away from people, she stopped as she felt the contents of her stomach being forced up to her mouth. Dropping to her knees, the contents spilled out of her mouth, she was coughing and gagging as she tried to get the shit out.
When she was done, she went to go rinse her mouth out then returned with a bottle of vodka. She sat back down in the corner she was at before, feeling fucking awful. Leaning her head up against the wall, she took a big swig of the alcohol, then rested her head on her knees which she was hugging.
Kure sighed. This was life, for now..

Babble simply sighed, watching a new scene unfold before him. The newbie, a dragon as evident from her conversation with Yuiama, had gotten roped into the human fighting ring. She quickly disposed of the weird looking guy with a sword before sicking her pet on the dead body. This was the third time she had done something like that already.
She's an active girl He noted, watching Nyx's actions for lack of anything better to watch.

Girl just got here and they already offered her a position as bishop? They keep getting younger don't they. But of course she's a dragon so she's eleventy billion million years old or something. I can't help but pity her really. It's almost inevitable that someone's going to try and do something awful to her. She could be useful in the very near future. After all, we are all after the same thing. I just happen to know what I actually want.

Of course the sky got noticeably darker. A younger woman with adorable little broken handcuffs stepped out into the field and leaned up against the corner of the building. Babble never payed much mind to this particular arrival to the prison, knowing only that her name was Kureiji Satsujinsha and she had short stubby little vampire fangs, not the kind full vampires typically sported. He didn't much care about her but her hair was quite nice, it went rather well with skin. Her presence outside was only really notable due to the change in lighting. A change for the better.

As he was about to step forward and work his sound magic he heard something which sent cold shudders through his entire body. The girl was throwing up a small distance away, way too close than he wanted to be near that sound. It was like the equivalent of fingernails on chalk boards for him. A sound that simply disturbed him both physically and mentally from the sheer simple fact that it was an unpleasant sound. In that instant all sound in the area of the mini vamp stopped. He was creating a field of golden sound separate from himself that blanketed the nearby area that la blue girl currently resided in. With that done, the show was about to begin.

He stepped up to the crowd of fellow men and Nyx herself of course. All the men's worried talk and voices died down to a barely audible whisper in the background, leaving sound intact for only himself and the life drinker. Babble's approach was completely silent as though silence itself had stepped up to her. With a sweet, pleasant demeanor and a smile that could thaw icebergs with its friendly warm glow he spoke.

"Hello! My name is Nyx Luna Nightshade. Your name is Babble. There! Now we now each other." It was Nyx's own voice that was speaking out loud. The entire crowd was listening in, holding their breaths in anticipation during the brief pause.

"I want to ask you a question. Do I like killing? So far I've just come to this prison recently and I have already killed two people with my own power, draining their very life from their bodies and reducing them to cold husks of meat and bone. Do I enjoy the feeling of absorbing the very essence of life itself from those who need it, watching them crumple to the ground, crawling towards their stolen vitality like a man trapped for months in a desert reaching forever onwards towards a mirage of water, their only salvation so close yet infinitely out of their reach? Do I achieve satisfaction from unveiling the truth of these peoples own lives? That the culmination of their lives, their struggles, their efforts, their hopes, their dreams, their preconceptions of the world, their love both of their family and the women that have claimed their hearts affection, their possessions, their faith and beliefs and basically everything they had ever known was naught but a lie set in motion from the moment of their conception? That the greatest lie of all was that they had believed that they had the power to protect themselves and everything they held closest to their hearts? That all the promises they had made to those they truly cared for were simply misinformed falsehoods? And that in the end the only true hope they had ever possessed was in hopelessness itself?...

... Tell me. Do I like to kill?"

These words came not from Babble but from Nyx herself. They were not just in her own voice, the sound was coming directly from her mouth. Short of making Nyx's lips move to form words that entire dialogue by all appearances belonged to her instead of the actually speaker present.

Regardless of whether or not her question was manufactured the surrounding humans who started off afraid of her were now more terrified of her than ever. Even the people who could see that she was not moving her mouth at all to talk assumed the words to be her own. Her speech didn't surprise them much either. The only impression the humans had of her was of someone who could kill people without so much as lifting a finger. The view points she had expressed in question form were nothing less than sociopathy and they expected nothing less of her based on the displays of her power. The idea that someone with power over death itself questioning the very morality of using her powers to kill as though she never had a sense of morality to begin with made them all fear for their lives. The fear she would turn on the rest of them, draining them of life just as she had to the man laying dead and in mutilated chunks before them was enough that the humans vacated the area, going back indoors to avoid becoming her next victim.

The only people who remained in the fenced off outdoors of the lonely prison islands were the three non-humans and of course Babble. The only human left standing before Nyx was Babble, still sporting a smile like he was stuffed not with intestines and blood but with sunshine, sweet candies and cute puppies and kittens. He did not need to suppress the sound around him to create a near perfect silence, the absence of people becoming the reason. A cool wind blew in from the ocean, it's refreshing cool feeling on his body making this moment all too wonderful for him. All he did was wait there, waiting for an answer to his question for Nyx which he had phrased using her point of view as well as making it seem as though she was the one talking the whole time.

As assumed, the wolf girl had made short work of the humans who challenged her. Their slain bodes littered the ground in pools of crimson. The study had been a success, though never finished in Koro's eyes. Wolfie would still need to be watched in order to collect a sufficient amount of data.
Soon after she was spotted, though it mattered little. Korogu had no reason to fear this girl, had no reason to fear at all. Locking eyes with the wolf girl she took another drag and flicked the smoke from her fingertips, leaping from the tree. Hiding was useless now.
Leaning against the tree she watched as a newcomer approached the group, mutilating another group of humans, and absorbing their life force. It was the first time she had seen this one's abilities. Mentally she began taking notes on her as well. This girl would be a worthy adversary, and it seemed she was part dragon herself.
Maybe Kenjii and I should start with her...a practice run you might say... though she too would need to be watched more before that point. Before taking on another beast in this prison one must always collect sufficient data.
Not far from her another wolf girl sat drinking. A plethora of smells was coming from her direction, making it rather uncomfortable. Firstly the wet dog smell they all have, the skunk-like scent of marijuana, vodka, and lastly and the most foul was the odor of vomit. Though Koro had little room to judge since becoming a member of the undead. She had become stale smelling, and a little sour. However, she still wished to be away from the girl, and since she was doing nothing note-worthy, she chose to save that particular inmate for a later study. Before looking away however, she watched the girl manipulate some shadows, and it seemed, make herself some minions.
Shadow manipulator...hmmm she pondered, unsure of how this particular ability could come in handy for her in the future. She would of course need to be studied more as well, but when she was engaged in something other than self loathing as it seemed she was doing now.
As she turned to watch the dragon girl again a familiar face approached the group, the one they called "Babble". Koro liked him, he was quiet and rarely asked questions of her. She watched as he demonstrated his power, not to the group of humans, but directly to the new dragon. The humans had no idea as they fled her, no idea of who had the true power of illusion over them.
Chuckling to herself she walked slowly toward the two, lighting another smoke. Though she didn't know Babble well, his powers were fascinating. He only spoke when there was something worthy of saying, seeings how he was speaking to this girl, she knew that some critical data would be easily obtained through her reaction to not only his ability, but to his questions as well. As she stepped next to them she stood silently, simply taking a drag from her smoke and listening, staring at the new girl with her cold dead gaze.

Nyx was surprised to say the least. She had never spoken so loud in her life and she didnt enjoy it, it hurt. Did she enjoy the kill? No not really, she enjoyed surviving. Thats the only reason she killed except for that one time were she lost control.
"I kill to survive, that man was a threat, that incident in the lunch room was a mistake, it is hard to control powers you dont even realize you possess nor have barely ever used, I could have brought that man back to life but if i had he would have wanted revenge, but because i took his life his soul was released meaning another soul with be added to this world, the world is all about balance you kill evil then someone somewhere gives birth to someone good, that is my reason for killing, i dont like it but i was make death to survive. But what is your reason for being here? You judge people for killing without a reason when you dont even know that person and you yourself must had killed as well to be here. Did you enjoy the kill?" Nyx's voice was soft, emotion-less and cold. Though he looked like he was filled to his eyes in sunshine Nyx was not fooled. She had seem so many forced emotions and expressions that she didnt bother with them. She only wanted to see true emotions for those were rare.
Glancing over Nyx saw a woman stand by Babble.
"I have a question for you" she said to the woman.
"What species did you think i am? what scent over-rides everything else?" she asked. Nyx wanted to know what the prisoners thought she was.

Kureiji looked around and studied the people. There was a woman who seemed to be undead, and definitely smelled like it. Sometimes she wished she didn't have such an enhanced sense of smell. She also noticed an angel, and a werewolf, along with others. She sighed and lazily drifted off.

As Kureiji was lost in thought, a man approached her.

"You," He said gruffly, "Fucking fight me."

At first Kureiji was confused as to why this man suddenly decided to fight her, but, eh.. Why not? She stood up and quickly moved out of the way as he tried to land a punch on her. She smiled twistedly, it seemed this man had no powers as she dodged his blows. Kureiji summoned the Shadows and made them wrap around his legs, hanging him upside down. She appraoched him, baring her canine-like teeth and then bit into his neck, tearing it apart, blood getting on her face. She then tossed him lazily with the Shadows and went to go wash herself.

After she was done she returned and decided to amuse herself by grabbing people's legs with tendrils of Shadow, causing them to fall, retreating the tendrils before they found out. It lasted a bit until some guy caught her and came over to fuck her up. Which of course didn't happen. Before he laid a finger on her she had him cut in half. She found killing and harming people extremely amusing.

Still using Nyx's voice, although it was now originating from himself, he gave a cold chuckle. Her assumptions about him were just the cutest little thing, like a small child sticking rocks and other things into it's mouth. He could tell she was trying to use the thinking part of her brain to figure out what was going on but she was much too slow, much too slow indeed. He could tell after she was done her little spiel about life, death and soul transfer nonsense he would need to catch her up to the point so he didn't have to sit her explaining things for the greater half of his day.

"Oh Nyx, how you wound me so with your assumptions." He said, her voice only ever so mild with sarcasm behind that statement. "I judge everyone but the sentences I pass no one but the great big I alone hear and I adjudicate no law nor order."

Without even the slightest sound or tell Babble's legs had disappeared in a blur, he was now hovering on nothing but air.
"I carry a lot of words. Words like stone, imbibe, conceal, art, leg, disestablishmentarianism, zen, phobia and so much more! Today I bring you a very special word! Can the viewers at home tell me what word that is?" He said, now addressing an imaginary audience. He stood there for longer than a pause could remain comfortable, almost as if he was actually expecting a reply. "Well?" He tapped his foot in impatience, waiting for whatever he was waiting for, real or not.

"Oh fine! Be that way then!" He gave a disgruntled sigh, looking down at his feet then back up to meet Nyx's eyes.
"Today's word of the day is caution. A- how should I put this... Ah yes! A word of caution per say." By this point he was beginning to float gently along in a relatively large circle around Nyx, giving her reasonable space between them for courtesies sake. "I don't know if you know that I know what you know but you know that I know what you know now that I told you, letting you know."

His smile was almost never disingenuous. While this situation itself would be something he would normally avoid the act of creating disorder within an ordered system was his favorite hobby. His smile had gone to more of a smirk as this was tying up his time when he could be other places doing more important things like chilling out and singing along to the golden sound.

"Your part of their little game now. You agreed to it the moment you accepted their supposedly generous offer. You better start to like killing because whether you like it or not that is all they will want of you. The pawns don't like you because you stand in their way of playing your role, The knights dislike you because the increasing number of people in your rank devalues the entire system with them included and the other bishops will hate you. They will hate you not because of who you are or what you have done but because their leader, the person who gave them everything they treasure, has favored you above the rest of them. He made an exception for you when it is written in their precious code that you should of been punished..." Babble was now back around in the center of her vision. He hovered just a bit closer, the air displacement below his feet could be felt billowing up around him.

"If you don't like killing, you will earn nothing where you stand in the little schemes they write, not even the privilege to choose your own destiny. I remember the last time someone said no to them." Babble glanced momentarily towards his hands, an unconscious action born from the tingling sensation thinking about them brought. "How long you do think you have until they force you to say no?" With those words now implanted into her head he drifted back to where he originally stood, gently settling onto the ground as his legs regained definition.

"I've almost used up my allotment of words for the day. Try not to talk about me too loud.
I do hate it when people talk too... Loud." He turned, about to walk away when he suddenly turned his head back,
now addressing Korogu. "You and I will meet again... Or maybe we won't."

With that said Babble shuffled off back towards the prison entrance, forgetting about the blueberry girl and her ripping shadows busy ripping noisy people into squishy pieces in one of the more noisy ways he could think of. With the noise of regular humans wailing in relative fear in the vicinity it bugged Babble enough that he missed a detail he would not of missed usually. In the past Babble had found that vibrating his hands fast enough allowed him to pierce hide and bone with his finger tips with surprising ease. Though his feet lacked the shape and finer control to be as effective as his long lost hands they were still rather effective at mincing up meat and bones given special circumstances such as accidentally shuffling over a freshly bisected human corpse.

In a visceral spray a dark crimson mist settled in a radius around Babble who was now standing in a puddle of pureed giblets that was once called a person. Someone would be lucky to find a whole inch of this half of the body intact. The entire lower half of Babble was now covered in blood with smatterings splashed up along the rest of him. Simply standing there he sighed a bit and frowned mildly.

Now I'm all wet and I smell like old copper. Not all that much fun indeed. He mentally complained about the incident and the condition it's left him in.

Winter couldn't believe who was staring back at her, Korogu wasn't it? Almost everyone knew who she was, it was wise not to got on her bad list, she was the one working with the dragon in an alliance. A few moments pass and Winter was still staring back at Korogue, Winter pulled herself away and headed back inside the prison to wards the cafeteria. It was a smell you would never get use to, blood mixed with mould, Winter briefly scanned the room looking for Hayden, she saw him but he looked busy, best left alone, she thought deeply.
Winter lined up, a few of the prisoners were serving lunch even though it was roughly around ten o' clock.
A brute of a man was sitting across from Winter and a human girl was sitting awfully close, "how long have you been here?" A young crisp voice came from the girl next to Winter, "a few years" Winter replied she didn't feel like publicly showing off her life. The girl smiled, she was obviously new and wanting to make allies, Heisuke should be at my cell soon Winter thought to herself. "Excuse me" Winter silently got up and made her way to her cell, the door slowly creaked open, "Tristan, I am expecting company can-" Winter realized Tristan wasn't there, he must be out, good thing, Winter could picture her brother getting on with Catboy, the very thought made her smile. Winter sat down on her bed and waited for her special guest.

Koro smirked at the girl, holding back a chuckle as Babble toyed with her, putting her firmly in her place. It seemed odd that someone so new was recruited so quickly, however though the girl was a tad precocious, she was a dragon.,
After Babble had finished his demonstration to her Koro answered her, smirking, "You smell like a dragon, but I assume you are something more. Some sort of unholy hybrid. We have other dragons here, so that's nothing new."
Flicking her butt onto the ground, she mashed the cherry into the dirt with her bare foot and turned to walk away. It was time to visit a friend, one of the few Koro kept around.

This friend of hers was an interesting one, though she was a member of the betas Koro never feared her wrath. As long as she remained truthful, and never double crossed her, she seemed kind enough. Though, it was almost impossible to lie to her.

First however, she would have to stop bu her cell again. Pushing open the wooden door she walked back to the shelf that kept her personal items. There was no need to turn the light on, even with her inhuman sight, she knew where everything was, She didn't have much, a framed photo of the only picture her fiancee and her had time to take before the accident, a newspaper clipping about the accident, along with the obituaries from all her family, and other baubles that help keep her humanity in tact. On the edge of the table rested three books, and sliding her finger across the binding she grabbed the thicker of the set.
The Lost Symbol, she should enjoy this...

Walking through the lunch room Koro bypassed the trays and the line, there was nothing there she was interested in. Her interest sat a few tables away. Sliding across from her, Koro didn't speak, She only looked the witch in the eyes and smiled thinking Hello Mel, long time no see. Had any contact with the smuggler recently? I could use some more smokes.
Silently she slid the book across the table and leaned back in her seat.

Having nothing else to do, Kureiji stood up and decided to get some food since she was quite hungry. As she walked over she felt someone brush past her making her stumble and flinch. How she feared the touch of others.. It was because of her damn parents that she was terrified of it. "At least they're fucking six feet under." She thought.
She entered the cafeteria and lined up, finding somewhere to sit alone after she had recieved her food.

As she sat down she noticed the zombie girl, Korogu as she recalled, sit down a couple tables away and slide a book towards the person across from her. Kure couldn't help but wonder as to what they were up to.
Barely eating, she decided it was their business and chose not to pry further into the affair.

Exiting the cafeteria and checking the pocket of her hoodie she found that she had only a few blunts left and her eyes widened.
"Dammit," She mumbled, her voice was soft and fragile sounding, yet harsh.
"He was supposed to be here fucking days ago!" She sighed irritably. "Great.. Just great." Kureiji thought, slapping a palm to her forehead.

She sighed. "That damn idiot better have them..." The thought of not having any weed for even a couple days was too much to bear.